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bakugoushotwife · 1 year ago

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Bad Liar // katsuki bakugou

a/n: i got soooo carried away with this one lmfao no regrets though, i love bakubaby so bad and this is so self-ship coded no apologies :D this is probably my last piece before kinktober! i know i know boo hiss im sorry, im sorry, i'll probably still pepper in drabbles and headcanons just because :0

cw: suggestive, 16+ to read. bakugo is agressive as always, he has his own language lmao, possessiveness? friends to lovers, hiding it from the bakusquad!

wc: 2.9k

He can’t stand it. It was his stupid idea in the first place, but still, he finds himself knee deep in regret instead of ocean-water. And his friends make everything worse. Oh his stupid, stupid friends and their stupid gatherings and hang out sessions, just irritating him beyond belief. You weren’t included in this tirade, no. Never. You’ve never had a stupid idea in your life, other than agreeing to be his woman, he thinks now.

Denki and Mina would want to go to the beach. That’s so perfectly, stupidly, them. It’s the hottest day of the year, and Katsuki is miserable in so many ways it’s almost comical. Certainly he would laugh if it was happening to anyone but him. He’s already prone to hyperhidrosis due to his quirk nature, and the weather certainly wasn’t helping the matter. He looks like he’s been greased in baby oil or something slimy straight out of the sea. You on the other hand, look—he can’t look. You’ve been friends since your first year at UA, or as close to friends as one really can get with the explosive blond. You seemed not to mind his bristly nature, even when he got a little loud, you never flinched away from him or went out of your way to push his buttons like everyone else.

You were different. You invited him to read your favorite books and mangas with you, you introduced him to new video games and even offered to train together, something that anyone outside of Izuku ran away from. You were unafraid, he realized. He knows he makes it hard. He’s hateful and unforgiving, loud and brash. None of those are good qualities, he’s well aware, but you made him feel like they were. You laughed at his rude comments, only shaking your head or rolling your eyes playfully to disagree. When he got loud, you got louder, a tactic his mom first employed and something he hadn’t realized worked on him so well. No, you made those qualities feel endearing. It wasn’t long before he was inviting you to tag along with him too, teaching you how to make different dishes and even trying your hand at baking while he’s crouched over recipe books spouting the ingredients at you. He wants you to study with him, even if he hasn’t allowed anyone from the inner circle to join him willingly. He always invites you, and he never hides his casual requests for you to come back to his dorm for movies or the newest episode of your favorite anime. He’s completely smitten, clearly.

To everyone, really. It was obvious, even to you. Katsuki is nothing if not prideful, so you were certainly not going to burst his bubble, or allow any of the bakusquad to do so either. You knew he would work through his emotions and thoughts on his own, and he would come to you when he’s ready.

And yes, that took well into your adulthood. School was filled with tragedy after tragedy, you were happy to make it out of there with Katsuki, your friends, and your ability to become a hero still intact. The two of you worked for the same agency for the next couple of years straight out of high school, and that’s what helped him really understand just how different you are. You’re strong, the strongest woman he’s ever seen if he’s honest. Your abilities are insane, your motivation is inspiring, and your knowledge and instinct are only paralleled by his own. Perfect. You’re smart, beautiful, powerful, and so unique. He couldn’t stand it anymore, just watching from the sidelines as he tried to figure out why he was so enamored with you.

Turns out, jealousy is one hell of a motivator.

One day, when he was assigned a different route on patrol and you were sent off with a new male partner, it all made sense. He watched the guy put a hand on the small of your back, dangerously close to the elastic-wrapped mounds of your ass. His ass. He was fuming. The sidekick gave you an excited smile, championing himself lucky to be partnered with such a force–and beauty– as yourself. Katsuki saw it immediately, how the other sidekick was looking at you, it was painfully clear. He wasn’t worried, you would never give this extra your attention–hence how you throw the rando’s arm off of you and stomp away–what does piss him off though, is that other men cannot understand that you might as well walk around with his brand across your forehead. Was he not crystal clear? Even if he hadn’t known that you were unspeakably his, surely everyone else could tell? You two went everywhere together, never was one seen without the other, except for this fuckin’ dumbass patrol–and he was scary enough no one should even think about you in that way.

So he finishes his rounds as early as possible that day, making it back to HQ to meet up with you after your disdainfully different route. He’s pleased to see you alone, leaning up against a doorframe with your skin-tight hero suit still perfectly intact and clinging to your every curve. No drama, no danger, he smirks to himself in relief. The way you look back at him, though, that has his heart stopping in his chest. You look so at ease, your resting bitch face melting into a smile of succor. He can tell you’re just as relieved to see him, the way you jump from foot to foot in excitement tells him so. He can’t help but give you an arrogant half-smile, amused by and admiring your every move. The air is different, the space between the two of you spoke of something different than just friends. He throws his arm around your waist, and you can tell from the look on his face that he’s ready. His red siren gaze sparkles with a bit more intensity, his calloused fingers soothing circles into the curve of your side, even the smile playing at his lips says it all. You’re his now. He knows you know this, and you’re so good to him you won’t even make him say it, but it seemed that his little revelation was enough to change him in a way you didn’t suspect.

“Yer my lady now.” He says, no trace of annoyance, only a slight upturn to the corners of his lips.

“I know. Been your lady for a long ass time.” You chuckle, leaning your head over on his shoulder as you begin the walk home. You couldn’t wait to tell Mina–she would freak the fuck out that he finally made his move. Even more relieved would be poor Kirishima, the man on the receiving end of so many you-themed rants. Denki’s teasing may be endless–and Sero may be the only soul genuinely happy for everyone without making it a big deal. You know the last thing Katsuki wants is to make this a big deal. He was still working his way into emotional fluency, and you didn’t want them to stunt his progress–even though it was well intentioned.

It’s like he can read your mind, or more aptly the subtle knit of your brows and purse of your lips. He knows your brain is hard at work thinking, so he steers you home, his house of course. The weather was decent, cold like he likes. He lets you think, focusing on the sound of your boots crunching in the snow. “What’s going on in that fat head’a yours?”

You chuckle. “I was just thinking about how insufferable our friends are gonna be.” You say, icy fingers reaching for the solace you know awaits in his warm hands. He doesn’t fight you, cupping your hands in one of his. He furrows his brows, considering your sentence, yet his thumb still absentmindedly strokes your soft skin. He huffs after a time.

“We ain’t gotta tell ‘em. They’ll figure it out eventually anyway–let’s just enjoy bein’ us. Press’ll be stupid too.” He sighs out, not having considered the issues you two may face now, status and all. How annoying. He squeezes on your hands to convey his love.

You sigh. “God, so true. I didn’t think of that either.” You muse, smiling at the snowflakes collecting in Katsuki’s ashy hair and lashes while he stares at you. It can only ever be described as a stare, the intensity too much to be considered anything less. You slip your hands from his momentarily, and he frowns at the loss of you. He looks up and realizes you’re unlocking his door and sighing at the warmth that greets the two of you upon entering. Once the door swings shut, your hands find him again, though now you face him, and you dare to let your touch wander up his forearms and biceps before falling back down and reaching back up again. He enjoys the feeling, the soothing comfort of your strokes nearly causing him to sigh. He just hangs his arms around your waist instead, appreciating your beauty without fear now.

“S’ppose we’ll keep this ‘er lil secret then.” He drawls, gently pulling your body until it stops against his. You can feel his warm caramel-scented breath waft over your face, the heat in his eyes causing your own to rush to your cheeks. He smirks at that, cherishing every moment he can fluster you since it’s so typically the other way around.

You nod, unashamedly looking down at his lips. He doesn’t hide the sultry way in which he coats them, before letting them stretch into another, wider, predatory smirk. He forces your eyes back up to his with his two fingers under your chin.

“Sound good?” He asks with an arched brow. You nod again. He chuckles, one so deep it reverberates through his buff chest. He’s entertained, you’re absolutely falling apart just from standing so close to him now that all his feelings for you were confirmed. “Use your words and I’ll give ya a kiss.”

You force yourself to swallow, and then clear your throat, feeling frozen in place. He looks at you like you were the only person he could see. He looks at you with such insatiable desire, you’re rendered speechless just from a few touches and his carmine eyes dancing over your body. “Yeah–our secret.” You manage.

He nods his approval, sliding his hand to cup your cheek instead. His hand is so big his fingers reach over your jaw and into your soft, vanilla scented hair. He almost loses his confidence, your scent and the way you bat your eyelashes hitting him all at once. You always smell so sweet, even though you were actually spicy. He thought it fit you. You stand on your tiptoes to prompt him, your hands landing on his toned pecs. It brings him back to the present, and his heart actually flutters at what he was about to do. He swallows any nervousness and leans down, licking his lips a final time before he slots them over yours. You jolt him awake, the cool touch of your mouth sends warmth tingling through him, and you’re not doing much better. You feel like you’re melting as he pulls you closer desperately, unable to get enough of you.

And maybe, just maybe, that night ended with him becoming very acquainted with that beautiful body you proudly display today, at the beach, with all his friends, who still don’t know that you’re together.

That’s why he’s so impossibly frustrated, keeping his head turned and pretending to be entranced by the ocean waves. His friends are stupid, but they aren’t dumb. They’ve known for the longest that Katsuki’s head over heels for you, but upon your promise, they tried to give him less shit about it.

But Denki just can’t hold back this time. To think that he can’t see Katuski’s “sunburn”, the noticeable way he’ll look anywhere but you, and his overly sensitive nerves today is an insult to Chargebolt. He scoffs loudly.

“Hey Bakugou, you allergic to sexy?”

The blond’s head snaps to him and his eyes narrow in confusion. “What?!”

Denki chuckles smoothly. “You won’t even look at Y/N–and she is definitely sexy. That bikini is working overtime–”

“Say one more word about her.” He dares, sparks collecting in the palms of his hands. At the crackling sound, Kirishima decides it’s time to intervene. He holds his arms out like someone approaching a wild horse to saddle.

“Woah, woah–easy bro!” He chuckles nervously, but it gets Katsuki’s attention, at least enough that the threat of violence dies down. “I think what Denki’s trying to say is, normally you and Y/N are side-by-side. Is everything alright?”

Great. There was no way to win. If he looked at you, he’d surely pop a raging boner and that would confirm everything they’ve ever thought about him and his thoughts about you, but not looking at you resulted in their suspicion anyway. He huffs through his nose and scowls.

“Yeah? Just tryin’ not to be a perv like you two fuckers. Stop lookin’ at her–”

“Right. Okay.” Sero rolls his eyes at the longtime friend. “You know none of us give a fuck if you guys want to get together, right? In fact, we’re literally praying for it so you stop being so goddamn intolerable.”

“So you admit you have to fight looking?” Denki snickers. Katsuki eyes the two with the wrath of hell.

Kirishima gives him a defusing glare, sighing at his hot-tempered buddy. “I second Sero, but either way, we want you to have some fun, man. We know you can’t be having a good time sitting in the sand like this. Come play some volleyball with us!” He insists, dragging Katsuki to his feet.

Bakugo wrenches his way free of him, but follows nonetheless, scowling even deeper when Mina calls out, “Three on three! I want Bakugou and Denki!” She giggles, leaving you to team up across from him with Kirishima and Sero. He convinces himself that beating your ass in volleyball should keep your friends off your scent.

All goes well, for a while. That is until the rotation puts him directly across from you.

Denki was right. You are so sexy. And that bikini…how could you set him up like this? The fabric clings to your hips, disappearing into the folds of your dimpled and sand-covered ass. God, he shoulda never let you out of the house. His eyes finally move up toward your bust, almost laughably stuffed into your top. It’s so unfair. You’re ridiculously stunning, and he can’t help but think you did this on purpose. He can feel his blood rushing all at once, and he knows he must be staring hard. Before he can comprehend anything else, you’re running towards the net, beautiful body glistening in the sun, your sea-textured hair swaying in time with your chest as you jump and smack the ball right in his face.

Kirishima can’t stifle his laugh, and Denki nearly collapses in laughter beside the explosive man. Mina just puts her hands on her hips, trying to hide her knowing smirk.

Katsuki is prideful, arrogant, brash, unforgiving, loud, and hateful. You made sure to love and accept those qualities to an extent, and help him grow out of them in some others. One thing you’ll never be able to change is his competitive spirit–and you just took a cheap shot in his rulebook.

“That was a low blow. It doesn’t count!” He groans, swiping some of the kicked up sand from his tanned abs. He goes to pick up the ball when Sero challenges.

“How so? She just spiked it. That’s legal.”

And to his dismay, you play right into it. “Yeah, why’s it a low blow, Suki?”

Goddamn you. Batting your lashes and all. You’re challenging him too, daring him to keep lying or to come clean to all his friends. He snorts at you, clearly you underestimate who you’re dealing with. He’ll fuck you on the beach if you wanna push buttons–but he decides he’ll take a more moderate approach only because he doesn’t want anyone else to see you naked. You can’t back him into a corner without doing the same to yourself, so he just juts his chin at you.

“Because you wore that bikini just to piss me off ‘n make me tell our friends yer mine.” He growls, arching a brow and folding his arms over his chest. The friends in question are unusually quiet and deathly still, exchanging knowing and relieved looks.

You shrug, blushing a bit. He caught you, but it worked anyway. Only because he allowed it, but still. You hum your acknowledgement and motion for the ball back.

“You got me, baby. That counts as a point though. Ball’s mine.” You wink, that smug grin of yours enough to make his heart pound like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you. You’re most definitely somethin’ else, but he loves you to pieces, and he feels a lot better about being able to be just as pervy out loud as he wants to be.

He slings the ball back over the net, mirroring your smirk. Once again, he’ll never let you best him. His eyes shine with mischief as he winks and says for your embarrassment, “Oh yer still goin’ down, sugartits.”

#kyleewritesmha #last piece before kinktober works omg #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou drabble #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha fluff #mha x you

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bibibbon · 6 months ago

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I made a huge mistake in going to the MHA subreddit. The braindead takes on 427 have me convinced I'm stuck in a parallel universe where we're reading a completely different story:

"It's great seeing Deku play therapist with the LOV, but all it seems to have done is make things worse!" A) Izuku shouldn't be having to play therapist to begin with, considering he's a 16 year old kid. B) most of the LOV don't see anything they did as wrong, so idk what the fuck Izuku can do about that. Also, WHY AREN'T PEOPLE HELPING IZUKU WITH HIS OWN GODDAMN FEELINGS?!

Apparently Bakugou killed Kurogiri, and there's absolutely ZERO reaction to it both in and out of universe. So of fucking course Izuku is a murderer, but not their precious Bakugou 🥱.

"I feel like Hori's really underrated as a writer!" Horikoshi doesn't know Show Don't Tell, how to actually develop characters, and how to craft actual stakes in the narrative from a hole in the ground. Also, MHA is one of the most popular mangas worldwide, so you're not even using underrated right.

"I feel like Horikoshi sees our discussions and then implements them in the story!" This I can kind of agree with, considering how much y'all hate Izuku and worship Bakugou. But on the other hand, I really doubt Horikoshi thinks the MHA subreddit is as important as you think it is.

"Bakugou's totally going to ask Izuku to start their own hero agency together at the end!" Jesus fucking Christ, just say you hate Izuku. How would that be a great ending for him? He not only has to see the source of his low self esteem and borderline suicidal feelings achieving the dream he'll now never have, but you want them to WORK together?!

@nutzgunray-lvt 👋

Well a lot of the time looking into Reddit is always a mistake unless you're asking a very niche question and you get an answer from 9 years ago or something.

I feel like a lot of people whether that be in universe or in fandom forget that izuku is a 16 year old child soldier. Izuku is more than a decade younger than a lot of the villains in the leauge. He is a child who has been exploited by the system and abused. We have seen in 425 izuku try and talk to someone but simply get brushed aside and while I don't blame shoto or ochako for doing that as they probably didn't mean it and are traumatised themselves it kinda of shows how much this has effected izuku. Also this doesn't help BECAUSE HORI GAVE US NO FLIPPING INTROPSECTION ON IZUKU'S BIT AGAIN!! Also Iam not sure if it's just me but Izuku's eye bags are heavily prominent in this chapter especially when he is talking to spinner.

The fandom especially the lov stans side of it love babayifying the actions of the leauge and hyper fixating on the humane soft side they may have while completely ignoring the horrible actions they commited. I talk about this better in one of @palesweetscherryblossom asks

I still can't believe that bk may of killed kurogiri. I don't even know when that happend and I checked the wiki but it says that kurogiris status is unconfirmed so I will be waiting until the last chapter to fully acknowledge if kurogiri is dead or not. However this brings up the point that the fandoms is being quite hypocritical if they're calling izuku a murder but not bakugo. They both killed people but for some reason it's izuku thats put into public light and bashing instead of all the other characters that have killed in the series including villains.

Yeah sometimes it feels like hori is looking at discussions of his series and implementing ideas but I think that goes more for his Japanese fans than us to be honest because after all they're his target demographic. I remember when I first joined Tumblr one of my earliest posts talked about how horikoshi's writing decisions were heavily influenced by his fans which may or may not be true.

At this point IAM convinced that izuku isn't getting a proper happy ending. Every time I think it can't get worse it does. Just by your comment of them starting an agency together haunts me just like the possibility that bk may become the number one hero

#mha critical #bnha critical #mha #hori is a bad writer #horikoshi critical #bhna critical #bnha #izuku deserves better #thanks for the ask #thanks for the question #thanks for the ask!#anti bkdk #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugou katsuki

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class1akids · 9 days ago

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In ch431, bakugo asks midoriya to join his agency because he wants his rivalry back right? I thought it was interesting since even with the super suit, it’s not like society has those types of fights anymore where they can go all out. Another thing is how healthy would that rivalry even be since from act 3 it became more one sided? Midoriya had changed into someone who’s has gotten more confident in himself, and that’s totally different with how their relationship was before. I think the rejection was for the best for them as with others saying it allows bakugo to find himself after putting everything into being a hero.

I think you don't need to have an all-out fight to be rivals. For example, in Haikyuu!!, Hinata and Kageyama are able to make a competition out of everything and anything and have a running tally of their wins-losses to adulthood, because that competition is something they both love and enjoy.

I think for Bakugou and Deku, the dynamic is different. Their rivalry starts in DvK2 with the help of All Might who tries to put their relationship on terms that helps them both grow and gives Bakugou a stake in Izuku's growth. The purpose of the rivalry from Izuku's side is complete by the end of the Dark Hero arc, when he unlocks full OFA.

For Bakugou, the rivalry is also a way for him to atone, to help make Izuku stronger. So I think there is always that bit of extra layer from his side that helping Izuku to stay in the fight is a way for him to make up for his bullying.

In the Final War arc, I feel like Bakugou was still trying to catch up to Izuku, because he wanted to keep this role of helping each other be stronger that All Might "assigned" to them. At the same time, Izuku was moving towards his own definition of a hero that somehow went beyond pro hero and encompassing and recognizing all the forms of heroism and his own purpose of wanting to reach out more than wanting to compete.

The purpose of their rivalry was complete when they saved All Might together.

In my reading, Izuku's rejection of joining the agency had that element of setting Katsuki free - in essence, signalling the end of his atonement and encouraging him to focus on his own priorities and find his own "more".

#c1a asks #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 431

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 7 months ago

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Stupid ass thought born after seeing to many fanarts without Iida in them for DekuSquad but Bakugou is in them:

Tenya is busy running his family’s agency so he’s often not involved with his friends who are busy making names for themselves. Izuku, Ochako, Tsu and Shouto plan to join Tenya at his agency once they have their own footing as heroes.

Until then though they don’t get to meet up as much. Which is where Bakugou comes in, sort of. He’s around Izuku and Shouto often as they all ended up working for Endeavour as sidekicks solely cause it was easier after the war. The media often takes pictures of all three and the narrative offered is that they’re close friends.

Spoiler: they’re not. Sure Izuku holds no grudge against Bakugou and considers their past water under the bridge but Bakugou is still an abrasive person who yells all the time. He still insults people and flies off the handle. It’s not fun to be around so Izuku usually chooses to hang out with his actual friends off duty.

If only Bakugou didn’t tend to show up at their hang outs. Izuku would admit it’s not uncommon since they have similar interests but god can’t he go for a drink with Ochako without the blond man showing up?

The media has been selling the idea that Bakugou and Izuku are the wonder duo for years and while Izuku always turns that down stating they are not a duo, it’s the narrative pushed forward. It doesn’t help that Bakugou actually is invested in having it continue.

Time has not been kind to him, with only Endeavour interested in hiring the man, wanting to ‘redeem’ the blonde like Endeavour was. (False he was never redeemed but they just couldn’t get rid of him right then and after the public would have broken) Bakugou is invested in keeping the narrative alive because it’s his only way at a shot for the top of heroics. He knows this and hates it. But hey, Deku is still around and the fucker thinks they’re friends. Bakugou can work with this right?

Only he can’t because Izuku announces he’s leaving Hellfire to work with IidaTen once he’s more settled. ‘And my friends are joining me, so it’s a Swuad reunion’ he laughs at the press conference.

“So you, Equilibrium, Uravity, Froppy, Dynamight-“

“No, Dynamight isn’t joining us.”

“You said your friends?”

“He’s my coworker. He’s not my friend.”

And just… the media fallout. People scourging up pictures and analyzing them. ‘Wait you can see the annoyance’ ‘He isn’t dressed like they are. Did he crash this?’ ‘I think those two were on a date…’

Bakugou has to watch the guy he tormented and then relied on leave. He’s mature enough he admits he has no right being ashamed. Mature enough he can wish Izuku well.

But he’s still a little angry at it. And while he tries to rise high, he figures it’s fitting he ends up only ever reaching the top hundred of heroics. He’s a good hero, and he’s come a long way.

He just lost the only thing sort of a friend he had. Kirishima and the others dropped him when they couldn’t stand his behaviour anymore. To many times purposely causing Kaminari to short circuit. Annoyance at him treating them like extras. Kirishima finally getting tired of the constant belittlement.

Bakugou does eventually reconnect with Kirishima later on. Once he’s had more time to settle after Izuku left for greener pastures. They become friends. Maybe more.

But Izuku? Izuku flourishes. He and his friends take IidaTen to the top of the agencies and they all end up becoming a giant poly mess who love each other dearly. He’s happy, thriving and is in his dream job.

He still is friends with the others in his class to, and they meet up. Even Bakugou comes to them once he reconnects with Kirishima. It’s nice to see the guy more mellow, but Izuku doesn’t think about him that much.

He’s to busy living.

#bnha #bnha au #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #Tenya is important #he is Izuku’s friend #so is Ochako #so is Tsu #so is Shouto #Bakugou faces consequences #and he gets redemption #but he had to work for it

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dynmghts · 6 months ago

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ok and because i didn't want my other post getting TOO long... let's also talk about bakugou katsuki's undying devotion to midoriya izuku.

to do so requires understanding how their bond plays out in canon. and, understandably, that shit is complicated. but i'll do my best to simplify it so i can actually expand on the part that i do want to talk about, because he's literally insane with how deep his devotion runs?????

like okay, we all know the main gist of their beginnings: katsuki and izuku were friends. katsuki fell off a log, izuku went to help, and that intimidated katsuki so much that he pushed him away and did everything he could to violently cut him off. we also know that katsuki was extremely antagonistic towards izuku, and though that tapered off a fraction after the sludge villain incident, it wasn't (at least partially) resolved until deku vs. kacchan part 2, at ground beta.

this is also where things kind of get muddy for most people; that transitionary period from their previous enemy dynamic to a more assured rivalry. which i understand as well! it's a bit of a jump, and can be very hard to define the nuances in the way they speak to each other after that fight.

i think the most important takeaways are this: izuku is a lot more open to addressing katsuki, and katsuki can have a one-on-one conversation with him without it getting destructive. furthering on from that, katsuki is willing to participate in discussions about one for all and the subsequent powers that emerge past the base quirk, and it's evident that he spends a considerable amount of time training with izuku outside of class hours. izuku reads as someone still trying to adjust to this new side of kacchan, but he's also a lot more bold about the way he speaks to him - like true rivals.

and yes, katsuki still gets a bit mean-spirited with izuku, but izuku most certainly learns not to take any offence to it. (see: the way they bounce off each other in joint training, their dynamic in endeavor agency.)

so cam, you might ask, when did katsuki make such a 180?

and my answer is: it was never a 180.

his devotion began the moment he fought midoriya izuku in ground beta. as soon as izuku clarified the things katsuki spent YEARS clinging onto, as soon as katsuki had the boy pinned down with a win despite it being all might's quirk... there was a part of him that knew, i think. that this was going to change who he was to izuku forever.

in the manga, we get much clearer signals that katsuki's becoming more devoted to being by izuku's side, even before the first real showing of it in ch285. they left this little bit of foreshadowing out in the anime, but after katsuki saves jirou...

"this is the first time we've seen him put it all on the line for someone else."

this was back in ch208, before they even went to work studies. the characters themselves don't know this of course, this foreshadowing is strictly for the viewers, but you know which character is the most likely to know he would put everything on the line for midoriya izuku?

bakugou katsuki himself.

then skip forward almost 80 chapters, and katsuki literally risks his life to protect izuku's. skip forward a little more, and he's marching through the hospital with the risk of reopening wounds, just to find izuku and make sure he wasn't going to die.

again, and he's one of the few rallying the class into chasing izuku - the one who puts his foot down TO A PRO HERO, stating that he knows izuku better than anyone else. he joined the search with a still-wounded shoulder and helped the efforts to catch him. and when they did, he finally stepped forward and wore his heart on his sleeve: he apologised to the kid he bullied for ten years, in the rain that he hates, in front of the entire class who didn't know the extent of it.

then he's the one who swears off the name "deku" unless it's strictly for hero work, where it's his hero name, and that's how he wants it to be. he's the one that trains with izuku day in and day out leading up to that final battle against shigaraki. he's the one stationed with izuku to fight on the floating ua, with a team of heroes in the top ten and the big three of their school.

he knew his existence was the death warrant from shigafo, because he's the closest person to midoriya izuku, and he decided that if he had to die, he had to make sure they would win - he went to his death with the hope that his final attack would give izuku an edge when he got back. edgeshot on the summary of vol37 said that the person katsuki was waiting for, deku, would come, and that was why he had to bring him back to life.

and then what happens the MOMENT katsuki comes back? he goes to the edge of ua and spots izuku. rushes to his side. lets himself be directed to where he has to be, to ease the burden, to save their mentor and idol and the symbol of peace before beating the symbol of terror. and even after getting a brief respite, the moment he had to be there for izuku, he was - he had no portal to get him all the way back to where he was located. he TOOK HIMSELF THERE.

finally, in that aftermath, he went to izuku's room and heard he was quirkless again and his entire fucking world shattered.

because if all of the above doesn't speak the volumes of devotion bakugou katsuki has for midoriya izuku, he is so, so dedicated to that boy that... well;

"i guess i thought... we'd be competing... and i'd be on your heels... for the rest... of our... lives..."

it doesn't matter how you want to perceive his and izuku's bond. in the end, i don't really think it matters how the manga decides to end either. everything i've said is canon - or, at least, as close to canon as i can interpret it.

their lives are so innately intertwined now that it's so, so hard to separate them. katsuki's devotion to izuku runs so deep that he has endured pain, endured things he hates, endured death and resurrection and permanent consequences for the actions he's taken, and yet... he would do it all again for him.

and if that strikes fear into your muse, it honestly, probably should.

#💥 ⸍ i. out.#💥 ⸍ ii. headcanon.#/ BRAINROT IS REAL #/ and it's manifested into just how fucking crazy this is written out #/ like imagine telling sb from 2017-2018 k.atsuki would do all this #/ FOR I.ZUKU.#/ i'd say it'd be smth like witch trial territory

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THE FUTURE WE PLANNED. | I.MIDORIYA.

OCT 1ST. IZUKU MIDORIYA + BREEDING.

KINKTOBER M.LIST. / M.LIST. / TAGLIST. / KOFI.

ৎ୭ synopsis. after years of hiding in the shadows and being on the run, our beloved vigilante izuku midoriya returns to his girlfriend’s home to help you build the family you’ve always dreamed of.

ৎ୭ wc. 6100.

ৎ୭ genre. mdni, 18+, smut, dark content, vigilante!au.

ৎ୭ cw. please read ! heavy smut, characters aged up to twenties, fem!reader, yandere!deku, breeding!kink, pregnancy!kink, slight!manipulation, non-con to dub-con, somnophilia, cheating, lingerie, breathplay, tummy bulges, tentacles, deep throating, double penetration, unprotected sex. not proof read, beware of errors.

ৎ୭ author’s note. waaa kicking off kinktober day one with this hefty boy ! i’m super excited to take part this year and i hope you’re excited to join me for the rest of kinktober too! i adore writing deku so this was fun!! i love you lots, please enjoy <3

ৎ୭ now playing. love to dream - doja cat.

the two of you were meant to be forever.

at least that’s what izuku believed. you and izuku and intertwined fingers underneath fairy lights, stolen kisses placed in his favourite spot under your ear or to the corner of your mouth as you talked futures and heroes and the lives you wanted after graduating from U.A. back then, your classmates and friends alike had always called you soulmates—as if it were written in the stars that you were meant to be together until mother earth breathed her last breath. and so, you would ask izuku with eyes as bright as twinkling stars, hope laced into their individual flecks, if he believed in soulmates too.

he regrets it now, the past thoughts and memories weighing heavy on his mind and his heart—the logical ramblings that he’d fill your pretty little head with, ‘soulmates don’t exist, my petal, don’t be silly,’. he shouldn’t have said them.

izuku should have told you that he loved you instead.

that he believed with every fibre of his being that the gods themselves had created him to love you.

because maybe then, maybe after he left U.A and his hero dreams behind in order to protect the people he loved—you would have stayed. izuku understands that he’d been gone too long for you to keep waiting on him, he doesn't blame you either, since all the young hero had left you with at the time was a half written letter breaking your heart into a million pieces. he was leaving U.A and that meant that he was leaving you too. deku likes to think you hadn’t cried reading the words, the broken promises and i’m sorry’s etched onto the lined page in rushed bubble handwriting—only because out of the twenty-one letters he’d written, he’d saved yours for last.

only because he couldn’t bring himself to write the end of your relationship on a scrappy piece of paper he couldn't even give to you himself, in person. you deserved better than just a letter, better than the life deku thought he would give you after becoming a vigilante— there would be no babies or hero agencies, horse drawn carriages and wedding rings and after him, deku didn’t think it was capable for you to love anyone else. he’d torn you in two, left no glue or tape to put you back together and had ripped the spark from your precious eyes and then…

then, you’d fixed yourself on your own, no need for the cut and paste presence of izuku midoriya in your life. you’d found all the shattered pieces of your vase and stuck yourself back together without deku’s help— you’d moved on and of course, you’d deserved it but it didn't mean it hurt izuku any less to find out it was katsuki bakugou you’d moved along with. the plans you once had for a house, a family, an entire life with the green haired vigilante had become the foundation for the home you were building with his childhood rival. where deku had left and your heart had a shotgun hole in it, katsuki had patched you up and made you his own. the blonde treated you right, gave you everything you needed and evermore and fucking hell, it really was what you deserved after all this time— to grow up and old with someone who swore by his every fucking word, who would never ever hurt you so long as he breathed.

but even still, deku hated that while he’d gone to save japan, bakugou had come in and swept you off of your feet. he hated that bakugou had checked every box on the list of ‘future plans with her’ and that he stayed behind to watch you both take those massive steps of life together. izuku didn’t mean to watch as you scolded kacchan for not taking care of boxes of delicate and decorative mugs when you’d moved in together. to stare as the blonde you’d once hated, but only just, twirled you through your homey little living room as if you were dancing at a ball from your favourite disney princess movie. to glare as kacchan proposed to you, down on one knee on your tiny box kitchen floor after a playful argument about spilt milk and orange slices. deku scowled at every moment you lived in the arms of another man, kissing and hugging his childhood rival when it really should have been him.

izuku just about loses his mind when a talk of babies comes up between yourself and bakugou, he feels absolutely filthy on the nights he pulls up a few balconies away from your shitty little apartment to observe while your fiancé forces you down onto your bed and fucks your tight little cunt till its overflowing with ungodly amounts of bakugou’s seed. he only feels filthy because every night, while balls slap against your pert ass and you scream different variants of kacchan’s name—deku pulls out his cock, sticky and almost as angry as his heart, and jerks himself along to the stroke of his rival’s hips into yours, imagining it was him stuffing you full of cum galore and giving you the baby you’ve always dreamed of.

and you’re always so willing to have a baby for him, crying out with a scrunched up face— begging for bakugou to fuck you harder, give you more, make you round and swollen with his child. so, every night, body sagging from his vigilante duties—deku cums to the sight of bakugou licking into your mouth, stuffing your pussy and promising you the world and all its riches.

and he hates it.

he hates getting off to the dream he should be living, not lived by the man who’d sworn them enemies since childhood.

except recently, deku had noticed that sex with bakugou had become scarce and avoidable between the two of you— it had been months since you’d both touched one another, sex was growing less intimate as if the fire you had for one another was slowly beginning to burn out and die.

this was his chance.

izuku midoriya’s chance to weave his way back into your life and reignite the love you’d had for him all those years ago, mend the feelings you had to push away to make room for bakugou and like he always had, he plots meticulously to make you his again.

the night deku comes to your apartment to execute his plan, could not be more perfect.

from his seat, crouching on the edge of your balcony—the closest he’s ever been to you since he left you behind— he can see the sweet rise and fall of your chest, soft breasts caged to it by emerald green and burnt orange lace, bouncing as you roll through your silken sheets. he doesn’t feel guilty for staring at you this time, peeking at the parts of the skin revealed to his eyes with excitement. for soon enough, it’ll be his to touch and bite and suck. the lace lingerie is only an added bonus, makes him feel like you dressed up just for tonight’s special event.

the fact that you sleep soundly in the comfort of your own home makes deku’s plan so much easier. he’d watched you drift off, curled up on your queen sized bed and phone pressed to your ear as kacchan disappointed you, yet again. hushed words like ‘i’m sorry baby,’ and ‘i’m caught up at the agency tonight,’ had been whispered over the line in apology but your crumpled face said it all— you’d dressed up for a romantic night with your fiancé for nothing.

maybe kacchan had been avoiding you because he was sterile— because he couldn’t give you what it was that you wanted.

a baby.

at least that’s what deku thought.

but that didn’t matter anymore, deku could give one— he would leave you with a piece of him instead.

sneaking through your open window, the ex U.A student feels his entire body tremor with a power greater than the quirk that ran through his veins— his untamed desire, built up from years of your lips on his mind, how you might’ve tasted after he left. but oh, how good things come to those who wait.

you barely stir or move an inch while izuku makes his way over to your bed, his blood rushing loudly in his ears even as his boots, heavy with dirt from vigilante work, sound against your wooden floorboards. you’re perfectly asleep, a sleeping beauty featured in his fairytale dreams— waiting for a kiss to wake you up from the waking nightmare of kacchan’s grip.

“and a kiss you’ll get,” deku chuckles darkly, running his tongue over the swell of your breast where it meets your rib cage, the lace rough against his taste buds once he’s close enough. your flavour is overwritten by bitter caramel and the vigilante is determined to change that, running a course down to your nethers, across your soft tummy and leaving trails of saliva everywhere he licks.

strong and scarred hands, ruined from vicious knuckle bleeding fights, run wild against your body— tweaking at your own budding nipples before grabbing at new curves and dips in your waist and thighs that were less defined in your younger days. izuku practically moans upon reaching your panties, the scent of your sex weighted in the air, musky and sweet— making him drool.

you’re still fast asleep but you’re wetter than he could have ever imagined— the lace covering your glossy lower lips, coated in a delicate shine. “all this from a couple of naughty touches?” the vigilante giggles pervertedly, a dark of lust veil sweeping over the forest of his eyes. “kacchan must not be doing a good job at pleasing you, don’t worry my flower. i’m here now.” from over the twists of nylon and lace from which your lingerie is formed— deku’s heated mouth latches onto your unattended sex and he growls with pleasure upon realising there’s a slit in the fabric to better access your darling pussy.

he thinks of it as a nice surprise, as if you were waiting for your ex lover to make you feel good and see clearly again. a mop of green hair nestles between your thighs, parted on your own accord and a sinful giddiness trickles through midoriya’s bloodstream as he kitten licks your swollen mound, pulling back to shove his nose into its heat and inhaling sharply, nastily taking in your scent and letting it flood his body like intoxicating fumes.

god, you’re heavenly. god, kacchan’s a fool for letting you pass by tonight.

but what’s his loss is izuku’s gain.

because then, the masked hero greedily and hungrily nips at your sticky folds— taking them between his teeth and rolling them raw until your face scrunches up adorably and a soft whimper lies wet on your lips. chapped ones wrap around your puffy clit, sucking on it as your chest arches into the night— giving deku the perfect view of your soft mounds swaying just for him. no amount of imagination could prepare deku for just how much you’d leak, juices from your blazing cunt flowing like liquid gold and painting his cheeks and chin with riches even as his tongue pushes harsh shapes into your pleasure button— pink muscle darting along the length of your slit and catching what drips before it’s wasted on expensive sheets.

drunk on your arousal and the gentle cries you pour out while you sleep, deku slips his agile tongue into your creaming, fluttering hole— writing dirty words of sin along your velvet insides and having his way with you. once more, his large palms push apart the doughy gates of your thighs and spreads you wide by your fleshy ass cheeks, giving him better access to languidly stroke your gooey insides and destroy you carnally for your honey nectar taste— making your hips writhe and canter upwards, never letting izuku up for air, nor part from your sex.

a small voice in the back of the vigilante’s mind wills for you to wake up, although his plan would be easier with you slumbering like this— he’s desperate to watch you come undone with his mouth on yours. would tears brim your precious gem eyes or would they roll back into your head with thunderstruck pleasure? would you scream his name over the thickness of saliva weighing down your tongue? with that in mind, deku works harder to make you feel good, forcing his face further against your cute little pussy until all he can breathe is you and his tongue can twist against lush, squishy walls lined with your essence.

“o-oh—! katsu—!” you sigh brokenly in your sleep, hips bucking up as izuku thrusts his tongue deeper, spitting between your puffy folds and catching what dribbles from your drenched hole only after it slides down your lower cheeks. he grunts in disapproval— how could you moan another man’s name while midoriya was the one sending waves of heavenly pleasure cascading down the form of your body? it only pushes the vigilante to work harder, eat you out so good that you forget all about your lover back at his agency. he speaks a thousand apologies for abandoning you in your teen years by swiping his tongue along the length of your sex, making you gush—making him dizzy on the taste of you as if your essence is a drug he can’t get enough of.

izuku could spend forever and a day between your thighs, slurping whatever your folds give him— taking you to high heavens as he speaks dirty love languages against your swollen mound. yet, bakugou’s name is still hot on your precious lips, drawn out moans of ‘katsu’ and ‘suki’ spiralling into the husky night air and each one serves to piss deku off even more.

“you’re getting confused, petal. don’t be silly,” he breathes, voice pitched with lust an annoyance all at once— the warmth of his breath makes your hips wiggle and hole spasm but the vigilante only rolls his eyes. “you remember my name right? izuku. i-z-u-k-u.” the pink tip of his tongue burns the shape of the letters into your throbbing clit before a heavy and ruined hand smacks down hard against your pussy. the vigilante giggles as your body jolts up the bed from shock, his palm now coated in your slick— shining silver under the moon. “i’m the one who’s making you feel good, not him. kay?”

deku dives back in, shaking his head with satisfaction as a new wave of your juices paints his freckled cheeks— nose bumping against your nub as it peeks out from beneath the hood. “h-hah, kay,” comes your hushed whine, needily tumbling out even in your half conscious state. greedy fingers of yours lock themselves in the evergreen roots of deku’s hair, pulling his hungry mouth back against your sloppy heat. “mm’feels good, izu.”

fingers join izuku’s tongue at your cunt, sliding past your entrance and into your wet walls every time he licks up to your bud— having them curl and press down on your g-spot until your thighs quiver around his head. “that’s right my little flower, moan my name, can you do that for me? promise i’ll give you everything you want if you can,” the man praises, mouthful of your raw folds and juices.

you tug at his roots again, sleep laced in your voice and caught in your dry throat. “izu,”

“hm?” deku hums in response, working your hole—stretching it over thick, scarred digits while his mind grows hazy at the thought of replacing them with his cock soon. they speed up, lewd squelching echoing through the room underneath your quiet mewls.

your grip in his hair tightens, through your foggy brain as you escape from the clutches of sleep, you can tell the texture of your fiancé’s hair isn’t quite the same as you remember, the usual roughness to his tongue is now soft and sensual and your eyes snap open at the feeling. “izuku!” you cry, this time sounding more awake and izuku looks up from the sight between your fleshy thighs to find your eyes locked on his emerald orbs. “o-oh my god—! izuku!”

with your heart rattling about in your rib cage, your first instinct is to fight him off— thrashing your feet to kick deku away from your aching cunt. but he’s much stronger than you remember, bigger too, using his arms to pin down your writhing waist and his quirk, you remember him calling black whip, springs out— tying your ankles and wrists down to the bed, cool against your flushed skin. “ah, ah, ah petal. where d’you think you’re going?” deku clicks his tongue, tone faux and disheartened. “came all this way to give you a gift and you’re trying to run away from me…” his fingers dip back into your gooey centre, their pace slow as he thrusts them, curls them against your spongy pleasure spot.

“w-what are you doing here? let go of me!” your eyes roll back against your will and your hips jump up for more but that doesn’t stop you from pulling on your slimy black restraints as you try to set yourself free from your ex-lovers grip. “i-izuku please!”

orbs in the shade of sacramento flutter shut at the sound of your pleas, the vigilante’s jaw going slack along with it. you sound so good begging his name, but he can’t let you go, he has so much to give you, so much time to make up for with barely any to spare. deku groans wickedly from deep in his chest, shaking his head before he latches back onto your sticky lower lips. “s’been a while, i know it has, that’s probably why you’re so shocked to see me petal,” he starts, fingers still fucking you, cherry lips sucking on your clit again—pulling a high pitched and defiant whine from between your own. “but i have something for you, something kacchan can’t give you, so i need you to behave so i can give it to you, okay?”

“n-no! it’s not okay!” you squeal, struggling to squirm away due to black whip holding you down. your mind is still hazy with sleep, but you can feel it crackling to life with lust— feel your stomach twisting with knots of ecstasy and it’s so so wrong, to feel this good while your fiancé is away, yet there’s nothing you can do about it. “j-just let me go deku...it has been… it’s been a while, s-so we can talk about whatever it is you want to give me—!”

deku grunts, shaking his head no as he spits into your hole—making your thighs wobble pathetically against the bed and black whip tighten its hold on you. “no time for talking,” he says, tone carrying desire and danger causing fear to spill into your bloodstream but an immodest gasp from you to expel into the air. “no time to make you cum like this either, ‘m sorry petal. that’ll have to wait till you’re on my cock, till ‘m breeding you,” he adds and separates from your sex, leaning back and moaning at the fear in your eyes.

it should be horror filling your body at izuku’s words, not lust. you should want to fight him off not lay still, twitching with anticipation as pulls his fingers from your puckered hole to suck them clean— using that same hand to unbuckle his gear belt and shove down his costume. you shouldn’t want to fuck izuku midoriya— your vigilante ex from high school— not when you have a perfectly good man working hard at his agency to bring food into your home.

but as deku reveals his marred, tanned skin to you— you can’t help but start to want it. it’s been so long since bakugou touched you, that the idea of fucking the man who you haven’t seen in years, who’s snuck into the home you’ve built— is starting to feel right. especially with the way he hangs above you now, mop of fern hair tickling the tip of your nose while deku’s gaze locks on your spread-open thighs and awaiting pussy— his pants tucked beneath his heavy balls and low on his hips.

“p-please izuku, d-don’t!” you cry out anyways, tears dotting your vision while you cling onto your last shred of morality— hoping that if you can change the vigilante’s mind, you won’t have to feel a shred of guilt for ruining your relationship. you feel izuku’s cock press against your syrupy entrance before you see it, tip fat and red as it pushes into your resisting, tight cunt. “i’m...i’m with bakugou now,”

you feel the tendrils of black whip, curl up and secure themselves harder around the joints of your body— connected to the jealous song sounding through deku’s chest during who now paws at your thigh and hikes it high over his hip. “i don’t care petal, i’m not here for him, i’m here for you!” he exhales sharply through his teeth, resisting the urge to force his thick girth deep inside you. “why can’t you see that? why can’t you let me give you the baby he can’t, love? let me—fuck, let me help,” he coos towards the end, several more of his inches breaching your dripping pussy before you can tell him no again.

izuku bottoms out inside you, a loud slap resonating between your hot skin—his balls clapping against the curve of your ass as you take him to the hilt. your eyes blow wide, how did he know? about you trying? the failed pregnancy tests and awkward sex that followed. you don’t dare to ask, throat running dry as your cunt begins to stretch with your ex lover’s shallow thrusts, walls rippling around him and catching on the ridges of his veiny cock. “d-deku! you can’t— not a baby,” you gripe pitiably as he rocks his hips, steadily building up momentum between your shaky legs. “can’t with you!”

the vigilante draws his hips back, cockhead peeled from your heat as it oozes fat globs of milky white. he taps it against your mound a few times, smearing the beginnings of his arousal against you before slamming into you at full force— shutting up your pleas of no and not you as you’re filled to the brim with cock for the first time in week. “hush petal, let me take you, make all your dreams come true,” he whispers to you, pressing his forehead against yours with his mouth in an ‘o’ shape, starting a deep and slow pace inside of you. his slender hips set the perfect stroke inside you, one that has his tip brushing up against your cervix delightfully within a few languid thrusts— his feverish breath mingling with yours as pleasure centres all over your body start to tingle. “gonna give you this baby, the one we’ve always talked about,”

you can’t help but clench down on him, bathing izuku’s cock in your juices, giving into the filthy need of your body to be fucked. “izuku—oh!” you drawl erotically, the faint feeling of his shaft throbbing deep within you driving you insane.

“yeah, petal?” the vigilante beefs deeply into your temperate mouth—giving into the urge to slide his tongue over yours. you’re clamping and spasaming on him like crazy, every canter of his hips forward sending your essence splashing back to his abs smooshing against your sex as he leans over you. “god, your pussy’s so—oh my...fuck!— so fucking tight baby, yes!” deku can’t help but howl, churning up your viscous insides with his fat dick. “kacchan must not be fucking you like you deserve, huh?”

no, you want to say, that’s not true! but lying is just as wrong as cheating and your morals are clearly about the place at the moment. you’re growing blissed out, impaled on izuku’s cock, letting him re-shape your insides into the form of him, pressing down against your spongy walls. he sinks into you easily, with every hungry and charming lunge of his hips into yours, skin smacking on skin filling the empty night’s breeze. you haven’t seen izuku in years, the last thing of his you held was a letter breaking your heart, and yet you can’t help but feel warm in the cheeks and even warmer in your pussy that bleeds foggy strings of arousal. he’s still beautiful, freckles on his face like stars and eyes glowing amorously in the dark— his skin, coated in sweat as his body moves and takes yours into possession, is littered with scratches and scars that don’t take away from its sun-kissed shade and your mouth waters with the desperation to taste him, to bite him.

izuku midoriya, the god that he is, the man who once held your heart in his hands is here—taking you to see whatever higher power sits above the clouds while he fucks your precious hole— is offering you the present of your dreams, a baby! a child to call your own which you had a sneaking suspicion katsuki couldn’t give you anymore. tiring arguments about fertility, clinics and passion-less sex is what your nights together consisted of now, and now the small voice in the back of your mind is telling you that maybe this night with deku is a good thing.

but still, you attempt to squirm away— for the sake of the last threads of your relationship, even though your body aches from the molten heat of your pleasure which fries all of your nerve endings holding guilt. “izuku, izu...please, i-i can’t have your baby, can’t do this to—” your fervent whine betrays your words when deku’s bulbous tips bares down hard on your g-spot, sending waves of your essence painting his stomach. “to katsuki!”

“but you look like this feels good for you,” the vigilante gasps to you softly, smearing his precum along your inner walls—he looks like he’s barely holding onto his sanity. how could he when he was balls deep in your tightness? “don’t you like that? when my cock hits deep, when you feel me right here?” his question sends butterflies through your tummy, hormones expelled into the air especially when he thrusts just right and midoriya’s large hand presses down on the soft skin of your stomach where his dick visibly bulges. you mewl at the sight, mouth hanging open while deku kisses up your ankles and thighs sweetly, throwing them over his shoulder afterwards. the sounds you make give him all the answers he needs.

as black whip releases your ankles, he reaches over seconds later, pressing his entire body weight over you as he brutally pounds away at your pussy— the rough material of his costume brushing up against your sensitive and plush thighs, scratching them up as sloppy squelching sounds fill your and katsuki’s bedroom. “you’re so pretty like this, petal, don’t you know?” deku mumbles wetly, capturing your lips and swallowing any moans you manage to let out with your knees folded against your chest. “dressed up, underneath me, you’re so perfect… no dream could’ve prepared me for how fucking good you look, god baby,” he whimpers this time, angling his hips up in a way that makes you tremble.

the vigilante’s praises, his confession clears your mind—his thumbs rubbing over your clothed nipples, hiking up their sensitivity as the fabric brushes against them. “y-you thought about me?”

“never stopped, f’fucking years, thought of how tight ‘n how good you would be f’me,” there’s a dreamy babble that escapes izuku as he starts to lose control—gropping your body, your curves before reaching down to your hips to hold them up as he fucks you. “everyday we were apart...and you’re so good, feel so good darlin’,”

“oh izuku, please!” comes your tiny voice. deku stumbles to get out an acknowledging moan as your heart flutters and for a second you forget the situation you’re in— who your heart should really belong to, who it is that you share your bed with. your pussy throbs with need as deku’s taut hips gyrate into yours, filling you up to the brim each time he pushes back against your burning hole. whether he means to or not, stronger and darker tendrils of black whip sprout from the body of the scarred man above you— exploring what you have to offer him. they’re like talons, squeezing your lace patterned breasts, tweaking your nipples, laying their claim on your waist all to deku’s own accord—under his control while he loses his mind. “please,”

“please what, petal? wh-what can i give you?” midoriya stutters, eyes crossing as his head drops to your neck.

the grip on your wrists loosens, black whip letting them free and allowing you to wrap your arms around the back of his neck, fingers curling in the familiar woods of his hair— it takes you back to nights curled up with deku in the U.A dorms, the life you’d plotted out in his stupid notebook and the kisses you’d shared. and then you’re crying, creaming around the base of his girth with every push and pull of it against your spongy, silken walls.

“we can’t— right there!— we can’t do this, we have to stop, please...” you say unconvincingly, tears in your eyes, leaking from two places as your tug izuku impossibly close.

his head shakes, hair tickling underneath your chin and you feel the slickness of his second quirk pull your thighs apart, to swipe up your clit. “don’t care, don’t care...baby, ‘m gonna make all your dreams come true,” the vigilante pants harshly against your neck, chocolate abs contracting against the flesh of your tummy, sticking together because of the sweat while his, hips slam into yours so hard the bed you built with bakugou begins to shake. “gonna make you happy, gonna fill you up and..and give you baby just like we always wanted,” he swears by it, promising you while his quirk, slippery, makes shapes on your clit, sliding into your sobbing cunt alongside his aching, dripping girth.

with every sound you make, groaning and gasping, deku becomes dizzier— thoughts of your breasts and thighs swelling to care for his child grabbing him by the throat and tugging him towards the edges of release. all he wants is to cum inside you, make you cum and he works hard for it, letting the tentacles of his quirk work freely, sending them jabbing into your g-spot whenever he pulls back from your tight heat, curling against your ribbed walls and pushing up against other pleasure spots that make you see stars. izuku fucks harder too, the slats of the bed threatening to break as the weight of his body above your own sends you further into the mattress.

he hits so deep, bullying your cervix with such vigor that his cock slips out, harshly tapped against your clit as izuku grunts ferally into your mouth, passionately rocking your bodies together. your smaller-than-his hands grip his wrists as they cup your face, pulling you in for tongue smacking and wet kisses. “‘m close, izuku, a-almost there,” you tell him desperately.

“yeah? gonna let me cum inside, petal?” he laughs breathily into your mouth, smiling when you grind back against him. your head shakes, tears clumped in your lashes, skin shining with wet and thighs wobbly. you can’t let him do that, no matter how good he makes you feel and not when you wear katsuki’s fat diamond ring on your finger. deku doesn’t like that, black whip running wild inside you, another tentacle slipping into your mouth to silence, adding weight to your tongue already caused by the saliva pooling on it. “then sh’up, kay? let me fuck you like this, lemme make you cum—give you that baby we always talked about,”

the black thickness of deku’s quirk pushes down your throat like it does with your drooling slit, making you gag and moan— in protest or pleasure you can’t even tell anymore. the tentacle plays with your tongue and clit, heightening the euphoria flooding through your veins as his pelvis smooshes against your swollen nub. the knot in your stomach is growing tighter, your head lighter from not being able to breathe as deku plugs your throat with his quirk and you feel as if you're seconds away from your high.

“‘m close, gonna cum inside, make your insides white, petal,” izuku mumbles against the spot where your jaw meets your neck—sucking there, barely enough to leave a mark for katsuki to find. “make you pregnant, fuck you’re so good, i love you,” at his words, your cunt clamps down hard, sending your ex lover tumbling into his high, copious amounts of thick opaque seed flooding your womb, seeping down your abused folds as deku’s thrusts go sloppier—pushing evidence of his orgasm further into your pussy. “i love you,”

he triggers your high, both his blackwhip tentacle and his cock pushing hard against your g-spot and sending you spiralling, your body shakes violently beneath deku’s— and he rides out your orgasm, fucking into you hard with ‘i love you’s’ whispered into your bitten, sticky skin. blackwhip pulls out from your mouth, painting your chin with saliva as deku humps your poor pussy— causing you to gush like the falls, tainting his marred skin. he doesn’t stop, taking you higher and higher until a stream of clear liquid seeps from your cunt with each of his thrusts until you can’t speak.

no way to tell izuku no.

no way to ask him to stop fucking his cum into you.

you’re braindead, fucked out and a cheater.

you lay exhausted beneath deku as he collapses onto you, quirk retreating and leaving you feeling empty in the mouth. you’re full between your legs, however. “ohmygod, zuku,” you whimper, slipping in and out of slumber, exhausted from the last hour spent with deku, the scent of sex and adultery clinging to your body, shifting through the air. “w-why did you...why did you do that?” you ask him, barely awake for an answer.

the vigilante smiles, brushing his thumbs over your tear stained face— weakly your hands try to push him away, despite how good his slow grinds feel. “because i wanted to give you everything you’ve ever wanted, the future we planned,” deku coos, and you feel the faint brush of his lips against your forehead. “now sleep, petal, we have to make sure this cum sticks.”

he tells you, and that’s the last thing you hear before drifting off into deep sleep.

by the time you come to, the next day, the mess between your thighs is gone and all you can smell is the overwhelming scent of burnt caramel and freshly peeled oranges.

you stretch away soreness amongst clean sheets you don’t remember spreading on your bed and groggily rub at your eyes— hearing bakugou bustle around in the kitchen. something in your gut feels weird and off putting, memories from the previous night barely at the forefront of your mind as your fiance calls you to breakfast, one you think is an apology for skipping out on you. you think nothing of the pain in your hips and rawness to your throat, hoping that whatever caused it is part of some weird dream as bakugou pulls you into him by the waist once you find your way into the kitchen.

you go on like this for weeks, as bits and pieces of that night come back to you throughout your day— when you’re curled up with bakugou on the couch or playfully fighting with him on your morning walks. sometimes in the middle of passionate nights where katsuki makes love to you again. you can still feel the sliminess of black tentacles, black whip holding you down or churning up your insides, still finding their faint marks on your skin while you’re singing in the shower.

and you continue to convince yourself that it was all a dream.

you only realise it’s a reality when you’re sitting on your bathroom floor almost a month later, a positive pregnancy test resting on the lip of your bathtub. you’re pregnant and that night from your dreams with izuku had been real.

just as real as bakugou’s excitement.

just as real as the tears of sorrow in your eyes, which of course, your fiance mistakes as joy.

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The Nature Trail: Part 2

Authors note: This is part 2 to this ! I Hope you like it. Its been rotting my brain for days! I am currently working on a part three!

Bakugoux f!reader

Warnings: MDNI, all characters are aged up, swearing, mentions of sex and alcohol, more dickhead!Deku, fluff, angst, reader is quirkless

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The following day you walked out of your office building expecting to see Bakugou waiting for you. Yet, to your surprise he wasn’t there. You waited a few minutes but then decided to walk alone. It was unusual that he didn’t show, but he was a pro hero and there’s no telling what could have happened.

You silently wished that he was ok and went on your walk as usual. However, the leaves didn’t seem as bright and the sky’s blue was just a bit duller than usual. Something was off and you just weren’t sure what. As you came around the bend leading over the creek you saw a familiar tuff of ash blonde hair approaching. You felt a bit of relief to see him safe.

“Hey!” You cheered at the blonde, but he just flicked his eyes towards you gruffly nodded and kept walking.

Shock fell over your face and you weren’t really sure how to react. It was like all the months before you began walking together. He treated you like just another stranger.

Bakugou felt awful giving you the cold shoulder. He felt terrible that he didn’t even wait for you, to explain why he couldn’t walk with you anymore. Not only was his heart hurt, but he didn’t feel right getting so close to someone else’s partner.

He continued on the path not looking back. He could only imagine your hurt face that watched him trail away or even worst he didn’t want to see you just walking away like it didn’t really matter if he was there or not. Neither sat well with him so he ignored both.

Once at the end of the path Bakugou entered the small town. He walked around the block to find his ‘knock around’ vehicle, a 1998 Jeep Wrangler. It was perfect to just go for drive in, but didn’t attract as much attention as his fancy sports car. Once back in the city he entered the agency. Bakugou was sidekick and rising hero to none other than the number three pro himself, Best Jeanist.

“Dynamite!” One of the front desk interns called out to him waving a stack of papers.

“What?” He snapped.

The young girl’s eyes became wide and she pulled her papers to her chest. “I Uh I’m-I’m sorry but you’re being summoned for a meeting,” She extended her arm out as far as she could so she didn’t have to get any closer to the explosive hero.

He briefly looked over the papers. “What? What kind of meeting?!” He flipped the pages a few times.

“I-uh I…” she trembled. Fortunately, for her Bakugou was already on his way to the elevator before he even noticed her response.

He found his way to the meeting room, more annoyed that he had to do a meeting instead of patrolling. He didn’t love having to do the paper work and baby kissing that came with being a hero he just wanted to be a hero.

When the double doors opened Bakugou was confused there at the long table was, Best Jeanist, The number two pro, Hawks, and the number one pro, Endeavor, and three old classmates and rising pro heroes: Shoto (Todoroki Shoto), Deku (Midoriya Izuku) ,and the Jet Black Hero (Tokoyami Fumikage).

“Nice of you to join us, Dynamite.” Best Jeanist gestured to his right for Bakugou to sit down next to him.

“Now that Dynamite has joined us let’s get down to business.” Endeavor crossed his arms and sat up straighter.

“Ah, business is so boring Endeavor. When do heroes get a break?” Hawks yawned with his feet up on the table.

“Hawks, take your feet off my mahogany table!” Best Jeanist shooed the winged hero’s feet off the table.

“Is there a reason for us all to be here?!” Bakugou snapped.

“Clearly,” Shoto deadpanned.

“Dynamite, if we were all called here then there was clearly a reason.” Tokoyami crossed his arms and stoically waited for the pro hero’s to begin the meeting.

“Kacchan, you’re really tense today, any reason?” Deku blinked at him with an innocent face. Bakugou wasn’t stupid and he knew Deku wasn’t either.

The explosive hero narrowed his eyes at the One for All wielder. “It’s been a long couple of days,” He mumbled.

“Well, now isn’t the time for you to get tired, Dynamite.” Best Jeanist rested his elbows on the table, “It looks like there’s a mission the three of us need to attend to in America.”

“When do we leave?” Bakugou was ready to jump at any chance to leave the situation he was in right now.

“Not so fast.” Endeavor raised a large palm to the young hero. “We aren’t bringing you all along.”

“Hawks? What’s the meaning of this? I’m your top sidekick!” Tokoyami questioned his mentor.

“Relax,” Hawks gave a cocky smirk and sat back further in his chair crossing his arms behind his head.

“This is a good chance for you four to be the pro heroes in our absence. Meaning you’ll take on our patrols and have side kicks of your own while we’re away,” Best Jeanist explained.

“It will probably be the last big mission the three of us will go on before you all surpass us,” Endeavor looked over at his two mentees Deku and Shoto. It was a known fact he wanted them to be some combination of the top two. Not if Bakugou had anything to say about it.

“We want you to lean on each other for help though, being on top isn’t simple, the four of you will work together here at my agency while we’re away.”

Bakugou could not feel happier and more annoyed all at the same time. He was waiting for the moment to take over as a pro hero in his own right. Best Jeanist talked constantly about him taking the agency when it was time. However, he had to work alongside three of his old classmates and one of them just aided in shattering in his heart.

“Can’t wait,” Bakugou said through gritted teeth and a clenched fist.

As the meeting dispersed Bakugou went walking down the hall in hope to beat out his new temporary partners to the front door.

“Kacchan!” Bakugou’s shoulders became tense at the sound of Deku’s voice.

Bakugou ignored him and continued walking. Yet, he should have known that he wasn’t going to get far before a large hand grabbed his shoulder.

“What do you want you nerd?!” Bakugou barked at Midoriya.

“Y/n…”

“What about her?!”

“I want you to leave her alone,” He stated plainly. There was no anger on his face or even a bit if jealousy. He said it as plain as ordering a coffee in the morning.

“What are you playing at hah?!?” Bakugou got into the hero’s face. “You never even mentioned this girl. You’ve never brought her to a hero event. There’s no pictures of the two of you in the tabloids! Then what? All the sudden she mentions me and now your engaged?!” Bakugou was unsure where he was going with this but the words just tumbled from his mouth.

“Kacchan shhh!” Midoriya took Bakugou by the collar and pulled him into a side hall to draw less attention. Bakugou hated how strong his revival was and made a mental note to increase his weights at the gym later “No one knows about her because I have to protect her. She’s, ya know, quirkless. Plus, I don’t want her around bullies like you!”

“Like me? Im not the one calling her useless!”

“As if you never said something like that to me in the past. She’s my fiancé. Stay away from her!” Midoriya warned again. Bakugou flinched. He was a horrible kid and a horrible teen, but he had changed. He wasn’t the same bully. Even if no one else knew it. He knew it and after a lot of therapy his own approval was all he needed.

“Look, I’m gonna leave her alone anyways. Not cause you’re some knight in shining armor. Because I just don’t want to see her anymore.” Those words felt like acid on his tongue.

“Good,” Midoriya nodded in triumph. Yet, there was something uncomfortable spread across his face as he turned away and left Bakugou.

The following day Bakugou took his lunch early and didn’t even see you on his walk. He wasn’t going to let Deku or some girl he didn’t even know ruin something he once found so beautiful. But it did.

He walked in again the following day. He continued to walk the path before he would see you. Though, he would scan the area hoping to see you everyday. The trail didn’t seem to hold the same vibrancy anymore. It was a sour taste in his mouth. So why did he continue to walk it?

“Bakugou!” Mrs. Walters called out to him about two weeks into his protest against seeing you anymore.

“Whatchya need, Granny?” Bakugou didn’t want to have to stop and risk seeing you, but he didn’t have much heart to tell her no either.

“Can you take these over to the girls across the road?” She held out a large tray of cookies and gestured towards the building you worked in.

“What?! Why don’t you just do it yourself?” He snapped.

“I have to watch the shop and you know those girls just work so hard they could really use a little treat! Especially coming from a strapping young man like you!” She pressed the tray against his chest.

“Why don’t you go and I’ll watch the shop!” He offered.

“Don’t be silly! Go!” She shooed him across the street. “Oh and tuck in your shirt!” She called out behind him.

He scoffed at the last remark. He entered the front of the building in hopes you didn’t work at the front desk. He could drop the cookies and run.

“Hello!” A round faced girl with blonde hair and blue eyes greeted him.

“Uh hi…the granny across the road wanted me to bring these to you.” He set the tray on her desk. She peaked at it then pulled out a small card under one of the cookies.

“Oh these have y/n’s name on them! You can take them back to her!” She smiled and pointed around the corner of the office.

“Oh uh no I don’t think I-“

“Bakugou?” You came around the corner wearing a black pencil skirt, royal blue top with billowing sleeves and your favorite ankle boots. You held a cup of coffee that almost spilled over in surprise from seeing him.

“Oh you know each other!” The girl at the front desk squealed. She eyed him up and down and then gave you a pointed look.

“Sorta…” He answered quietly. He didn’t mean for you to hear but you did anyways.

Hurt skidded across your face. Bakugou caught it but assumed you would steel yourself like Deku and offer an ingenuine smile. To his surprise you didn’t though. You stood there with hurt and realization littering your features.

“Uh the lady across the road wanted me to bring these for you.” He held out the tray again. You glanced at the tray as if it was the first time you even noticed it.

“Thanks,” You reached out with the hand that didn’t hold your coffee and expertly balanced the tray on your palm.

“Ok…well I’m going to get going,” Bakugou nodded to the girl at the desk before turning to walk out.

“Wait! Bakugou!” You called out to him. He should have just kept going but his heart kept his feet in place. “Are you going to the hero gala tonight?”

He wasn’t expecting that question. Were you going? Deku said he didn’t want anyone to know about you. Was he going to bring you in front of the whole world as his “airhead quirkless” fiancé?

He turned to you slightly just to see your face. “Yeah,” He answered simply.

A smile grew on your face. “I’ll see you there then.”

Hero galas were never Bakugou’s cup of tea. He never enjoyed having to dress up and answer all sorts of questions by paparazzi and colleagues, and he never enjoyed finding meaningless dates to accompany him.

“Ready, Katsuki?” Bakugou’s best friend, fellow rising hero, and roommate, Kirishima Eijiro popped his head into his room. Kirishima was dressed in a black suit with a red vest and red tie. His dyed red hair was pulled into a low pony tail.

“Yeah yeah I’m coming!” Bakugou straightened his black tie. He also wore a black suit only he sported black on black. The only hint of color is the orange pocket square to break it up just a tad. He ran a hand over his blonde spikes and then another over his short undercut. He knew he looked good, but in the back of his mind there was anxiety that filled him. He wasn’t sure what it would be like seeing you at this event. Maybe the magic that glued him to you was just on the trail and you didn’t hold any power over him outside of it. He reminded himself once again he barely knew you.

“The girls are here, Katsuki! Let’s go!” Kirishima bugged him once again.

“Alright alright!” Bakugou stepped out of his room and into the living room to find two very beautiful women sitting by the breakfast bar. They were both wearing gorgeous long gowns then had little specks of glitter in them. One was tall and thin and the other was short and curvy. He honestly could not remember which was his date. They were both young interns fresh out of college that worked at Best Jeanist’s agency. Often times Kirishima would set up their event dates so neither had to show up alone.

“Hi, Dynamite!” The tall and thin one stood up. She wore a black slinky dress and orange gemmed jewelry. She dressed to match him.

Right, Hana. Hana was his date.

“Ready to go, Cutie?” Kirishima extended his arm to the shorter girl as she nodded shyly.

“Alright let’s get this over with,” Bakugou complained as he took the waist of Hana and they headed out the door.

The night began as expected. As they walked in there were a slew of reporters in his face asking him questions about taking over while the top pros were in America. They asked about Hana of course who giggled and said “Things were still new.”

Clearly her media training had paid off.

Bakugou made a note to remind her this was just a one time thing.

Yet, it was fine. Everything just seemed fine. He stood by the bar nursing a beer with Hana leaning against him with her hand laying on his chest.

“Are you gonna dance tonight, Mr. Dynamite?” She flirted with him and clung to his bicep. Her hand didn’t feel the same as when you held onto his arm.

“Have you ever seen me dance, Sweetheart?” He grumbled and took another swig of his drink.

“No, but, I just thought…” Her voice trailed off as a commotion started by the enterance. More hero’s arrived and the press was ready to scramble for every bit of information they could get.

Bakugou saw a few different hero couples walk in then his anxiety came back full force. You walked in hanging off of Deku’s arm and the whole place erupted in chatter. Deku never brought a date and he never mentioned a partner so who in the world were you?

He couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t just the magic of nature, it wasn’t just the quietness of the trail, you were beautiful. You wore a dark green glittering gown that hugged your curves perfectly, it was off the shoulder and you wore an emerald gem around your neck that sat perfectly in your cleavage. He wouldn’t have expected anything less from you. You looked elegant and of course you matched with Deku.

The way the fabric hugged you made his stomach flip and something dark stir deep inside him.

He watched as the reporters swarmed the two of you.

“Deku! Who is this lovely lady?” One reporter held a mic to his face as she eyed you.

“Y/n! My fiancé!” He held your hand out to show off your engagement ring.

“You’re engaged?! We had no clue you were even involved with someone! What’s your quirk, Y/n?!” The reporter held the mic to you. Your eyes got wide maybe you weren’t anticipating that question just yet. But of course they wanted to know what type of quirk the a rising top hero’s partner possessed.

“Well, Im actually…” you started but then Deku cut you off as per usual.

“It’s a small quirk. Nothing fancy!” He brushed off the reporter and patted your hand looped around his arm.

“Oh but!” You tried to interject but Deku hushed you.

How could he be so embarrassed by you? You curled in on yourself as he shut you down as he always did. Your eyes scanned the room and then they landed on him.

Bakugou let a small smile tug at the corner of his lips. He nodded and raised his beer to you. You smiled back and gave a small wave to him.

“Wait do you know her?” Hana exclaimed.

“I’m not really sure,” He turned away from the two of you and back at the bar. He didn’t want to see you, but he kept his ears peeled for all the questions the press was asking.

“How did the two of you meet?”

“Our mothers work together.”

“How long have you been together?”

“About a year!”

“How’s Deku in bed?”

“Uh no comment.”

Bakugou was happy that you chose not to mention his old revivals endurance in the bedroom. He didn’t need that imagine too.

Once the press had its fill and you posed gracefully next to the pro hero the cocktail hour ended and dinner was to be served. Dinner was filled with speeches from the commission, legends like All Might himself and other pro heroes.

It was a slug fest to say the least. Bakugou found that his red eyes glared a hole into the side of your face as you sat between Deku and Shoto. You kept your body turned into Deku as if you were hiding you let him whisper in your ear before you spoke. It seemed like your bright and happy spirit was dampened by him as he controlled you as his own little puppet.

Once dinner was over the reception was on its way. Couples crowded the dance floor and circles of heroes and professionals formed as everyone talked about work, the upcoming new rankings, and life.

Somehow Bakugou found himself standing in a circle talking with Shoto, Tokoyami, and Deku. And of course you hung onto Deku’s arm. Bakugou draped an arm around Hana’s waist as he normally would any date he was on. Yet, he could see you staring at his hand as it floated above her hip.

Were you jealous? He couldn’t tell. However, the dark and mean part of himself hoped you were. He even tightened his grip on the girl just to see you gulp a little harder.

“So y/n…” Momo, who was Shoto’s beloved wife, turned to you in the circle. “How does it feel being at your first pro hero gala?”

“Oh uh…” Your eyes shot over to Deku waiting for him to give you permission or maybe an answer he deemed appropriate.

“C’mon, Princess, you don’t need his permission to speak!” Bakugou cut him off before he could give an answer.

The whole circle stared at him half confused as to why he was speaking up for you. Deku narrowed his eyes at the blonde, but didn’t want to make a scene in front of others.

“Go on,” Bakugou encouraged.

You took a deep breath and a weight lifted off your chest for a moment. “It’s wonderful. I never thought I would end up here. But, it’s like being in a fairytale,” you let your eyes wander the room. For the first time since you got here Bakugou saw a spark of the wonder that filled your eyes. He saw a hint of your personality that he knew. “I just love how everyone almost sparkles and the this building is so amazing. Each column is so perfect…” you began noticing the small details that just like you always did. You could feel happiness and excitement bubble up in your chest. Something you were always afraid of letting loose in front of the people Midoriya had deemed important.

“She likes to ramble! No need to over share, My Love!” Deku quieted you down once again.

The light immediately went from your eyes and you realized where you were again.

The air amongst the group became thick. It was clear that no one was comfortable with the way Deku treated you.

“Let’s get some drinks!” Tsu, who had come with Tokoyami as his date, reached her hand out to Momo and another out to you.

“C’mon, Hana!” Momo called back to the young intern as the ladies ran off to the bar.

The air that was already thick became even thicker because the tension between Bakugou and Midoriya was even more palatable.

“We should discuss future patrol plans and divide the work of the other pros while they’re away,” Shoto began to drone on about work. Yet, Bakugou could barely listen. His own mind was turning. He didn’t know what to do or say anymore. He just wanted to get a moment alone with you.

“Hana, have you been seeing Bakugou long?” You asked the tall thin blonde as you turned the straw of your cocktail before wrapping ruby red lips around it.

“No. Actually, this is the first time we’ve ever gone out. Red Riot set this up for me and my coworker over there. But, if rumors are true then I’m in for a treat tonight.” Hana leaned in closer to you, but her eyes were on the back of Bakugou’s head.

“Rumors?” You lowered your voice.

“Anyone, girl or guy, that Dynamite has taken to one of these things says he’s incredible in bed. It might not be a long term commitment, but damn, if I’m not ready to have my world rocked by him,” Hana bit her lip.

“Oh,” You squeaked and just kept slipping your drink. You were slipping it so much you I didn’t even notice you got to the end within two minutes.

“Woah! Need another one, Y/n?” Tsu looked over at your empty glass and motioned for another drink.

“Oh uh I don’t…” then an imagine of Bakugou ripping the dress from Hana fluttered across your mind. “Actually yes. Yes I really do.” You grabbed the drink and had another.

You went through three cocktails before the boys came strolling over.

Tokoyami extended a hand out to Momo. “Come on, you know the rules one dance before you get to dance with your husband.” Momo laughed and took her old friend’s hand kissing her husbands cheek as she went by.

Shoto rolled his eyes and extended a hand out to Tsu. “Shall we?”

“We shall!” Tsu ribitted and followed Shoto onto the dance floor.

This is the perfect chance for Bakugou to get you alone.

“Well if everyone is exchanging partners…” He extended his hand out to you. Your mouth dropped in surprise. Then your eyes flicked to Deku. He didn’t respond as he was too shocked. Bakugou knew he wouldn’t say no. It would have looked far too possessive and he had an imagine he was trying to maintain.

You silently took his hand and he pulled you onto the dance floor.

“I thought you didn’t dance!” Hana called out behind him.

He ignored her. He pulled you close to his chest and rested a hand on your waist. You put a hand on his shoulder and let the other rest on top of his hand. His mouth was right by your ear so he could whisper to you and no one would hear.

“What’s going on?” He questioned. “Why are you letting that Shitty Nerd tell you what to do and say?”

“I just-I don’t want to embarrass him. He’s a rising pro hero with a quirkless partner. He doesn’t want to seem weak. And I’m, ya know, an airhead.” You responded. You were thankful for the grip he hand on your waist because your cocktails were starting to creep up on you.

His hand tightened around you and he pulled you a little closer.

“I told you to stop saying that shit about yourself. You’re acting like a different person. Unless that wide eyed dreamer was just an act you were putting on for me.”

You pulled away to look at him in surprise. “What? No! Deku just doesn’t want me talking about my dreams or my thoughts or staring at those little things!”

“You mean all the best things about you?” He muttered and pulled you closer again. You felt surprise at his words.

Had you been dreaming about the man that waited for you patiently everyday? Yes. Did you love walking with your arm looped into his? Yes. Did you feel like someone finally heard you? Someone was finally listening? Yes. Yes to all of it. Bakugou made you feel like you weren’t useless like your curiosity for everything around you wasn’t weird. He made you feel different than Midoriya ever could. You didn’t believe he could ever feel the same way. Yet, now in his arms you weren’t totally convinced that he couldn’t.

You rested your head on his shoulder and took in a deep breath. “Bakugou…”

“It’s Katsuki,” He mumbled.

Your cheek flushed and your stomach flipped. “Katsuki,” You began again.

His heart felt like it was on fire. He loved hearing your soft voice say his name.

“We don’t even know each other. You only told me you were a pro hero just a couple of weeks ago.”

He knew you weren’t wrong. But for some reason it didn’t seem like it mattered. It didn’t matter that you didn’t know about him being a pro hero until just a few weeks ago. You knew him for who he was behind all that. He let himself talk about his memories, his favorite things, his mother, and his friends. He didn’t need to pretend to be someone else for you to like him. You just liked him.

Yeah, he didn’t know you were involved with Deku, but he knew how your eyes lit up and how creative and brilliant you were. How it didn’t seem like anyone else knew how to see who you were underneath your warm smiles.

“I’m not saying I love you or any shit like that…but I know how you light up on our walks. Or how you love to talk about the details you see in each leaf. I know how you are creative and funny. And, I know that he doesn’t.”

You didn’t have words for a moment. You just grasped onto his shoulder a little tighter. Then you whispered against his shoulder, “Are you going to sleep with her?”

Bakugou was taken back by your question. He certainly didn’t think that would be the next thing out of your mouth. He pulled back and looked you in the eyes.

He started to speak but before any words could come out a large hand was on his shoulder. He looked up and Midoriya was standing there with a deep frown.

When you snapped out of your little world you both noticed that the music had changed and it was no longer a slow song.

“Kacchan,” Midoriya’s hand tightened on his shoulder.

Bakugou let you go and Deku let him go to pull you into his chest. He placed a possessive hand on your back and you cowered into him. Just like that, the light that flowed from you just died.

“It’s time to go.” Deku took your hand and dragged you out the building.

Bystanders stared and whispered as he stood there alone. Hana came to his rescue quickly and began dancing with him leading a stunned Bakugou back to the bar slowly.

“You ok?” She asked kindly. Before he could answer Kirishima was at his side with his own date in tow. Large red eyes stared at Bakugou with concern. It didn’t take a lot for his best friend to read him.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” Bakugou mumbled and shook off the pity from the people around him.

“What the heck was that?” Deku snapped once you were both in his Mercedes. He drove down the rode with the steering wheel so tightly in his hands you thought it would break. “I take you a hero gala finally and you do that?”

Tears started to well up in your eyes. You were a crier you always had been. “I’m sorry! He just wanted to dance with me!”

“Dance with Bakugou, start all that starry eyed dreaming, almost telling people you’re quirkless!” He spat.

“I-I’m sorry! Why do you hate everything about me?!” You cried into your hands. Everything came to the surface, your feelings of inadequacy in Izuku’s world, your fear of losing him to a villain, your new found feelings towards Katsuki, the alcohol. It all came bubbling up to the surface.

“What?” Midoriya slammed onto the breaks. He pulled to the side and turned to you. “Y/n…” he cupped your cheek and looked into your eyes. You could tell he felt bad. You could see the guilt. “I love you. I just don’t want anything to happen to you. If the world finds out you’re quirkless they’ll ridicule us. Just like others ridiculed me when I was quirkless. A villain will see that and know he can hurt you. Why do you think I moved us to that small town?”

“But you never want to listen to me talk about my day. Or the things that make me happy…I can’t tell you about my art or my books or…or…” you started to hiccup.

“Bunny, no. It’s just…I want you to be sharp I want you to be aware. Not live in a fantasy world where you’ll get hurt.”

“I AM aware, Izuku!” You shouted at him. “I’ve been taking self defense classes for month. I always know what’s going on around me! I’m not stupid or useless!” You shouted.

“I know that you feel useless because I felt useless when I was like you.” He took hold of both of your hands in his large ones. He wanted to make you see. He told himself he knew how you felt being quirkless. He told himself he was the only one who would ever understand you.

“I’m not you, Izuku! I’m not ashamed that I’m different! I’m not ashamed that I don’t have a quirk! I’m not ashamed to be who I am!”

“No, Bunny, no you don’t understand. The things people will say about you, about us. They don’t get it. But I do, I get it!” He tried to pull you in. But you pushed on his chest and tried to pull away. “Please, Bunny, please I’ll try to be better!” He begged for you. You looked back at the man you thought you once loved. You sniffed and looked at him deep in his green eyes you felt numb. Yet you were unsure if it was just the mix of emotions or if you didn’t love him anymore.

“Ok,” You sniffed again. “Let’s go home.” You felt the feeling of exhaustion and alcohol take over. “We can talk more in the morning.”

Bakugou walked with Hana out the building. He drank way more than he had intended on. Hana waved off Kirishima and his other friends promising to care for him and not wanting to ruin their nights too.

Bakugou wrapped his arm over her shoulders and she helped him hobble down the sidewalk.

“Ok, let’s get you home!” She uttered. She wished her quirk was more useful in getting giant drunk men home.

“Nah nah nah nah! No way. I don’t wanna go home! Don’t you wanna find out if those rumors are true?” He stopped and grabbed her hips pulling her close to him.

She laughed loudly and shook her head. She put her hands on his shoulder and sat him along a half wall as she took the spot next to him.

“Dynamite, you are so drunk. You’re also totally head over heels for Deku’s fiancé,” She told him matter of factly.

He gaped at her. His brain was still slightly too fogged to form anything coherent.

“The whole gala could see it.” She laughed to herself. “And I thought I was gonna make you fall for me.” She shook her head.

“Hey you’re a great girl,” He mumbled and leaned his head against her shoulder.

“Oh I know. And maybe when you’re sober you can introduce me to Chargebolt sometime,” She giggled and looked down on the hulking pro hero.

“Fucking Pikachu?!” His nose scrunched up. She nodded. “Ha okay deal, Kid.” He smirked and continued to lean on her.

“She really likes you too, ya know.”

“Yeah? Too bad she’s taken,” Bakugou huffed and closed his eyes.

“True, but hey you never know.” She shrugged and stood up trying to tug him back to his feet. “Hey my apartment isn’t far. You can crash on the couch,” She offered with a smile.

Bakugou nodded and got up still too drunk to walk straight so he leaned against her.

The next morning you woke up on the couch. You insisted on not sleeping in the same bed and since Midoriya had patrol the next day he suggested he take the bed. You rolled over and grabbed your phone from the coffee table.

Your phone had exploded with texts from friends and family. They all sent you links to articles, photos and videos. They told you how excited they were how beautiful you looked. Until, you got one from your coworker.

Meg: Isn’t that the guy who brought you cookies?

You opened the link and it was a picture of you and Bakugou dancing. You looked like lovers how close you were pressed. His usually tense shoulders were relaxed and his face seemed peaceful.

The article’s headline said “PRO HERO DYNAMITE MAKES HIS ROUNDS”

The first was a picture of you and him then a picture of him and Hana entering the gala. Finally, a photo of him and her on the street her hips pulled towards his and she was smiling wide. It was followed by a picture of them walking into an apartment building with his arm draped around her.

The final line of the article read, “Has this pro hero wooed Deku’s fiancé to just sleep with his new lady?”

The comments were calling the article bullshit. Many commenters saying you were just friends and that he could sleep with whoever he wanted. One even speculated that you were brother and sister. However, almost everyone agreed Bakugou and Hana slept together last night.

Your stomach dropped. Had he just told you lies? Was he making you feel special and heard to just what? Get a rise out of his date?

“Good morning, Bunny,” Izuku walked out of the bedroom yawning.

You looked up at Izuku with large, teary eyes. You wanted to hurt for him, you wanted to want to jump up and hug him. Yet, your heart wasn’t tugging for him. The only thing you knew you had to do was take off your engagement ring.

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frozenprincessshay · 3 years ago

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Our Puppy, Our Firework- Bakudeku X Reader

Prompt: Your boyfriends, Katsuki and Izuku, want to punish you for not denying that you’re not in a relationship with Hawks.

Tags: Polygamy, Jealous Bakugou, Jealous Izuku, Polyamory, Bondage, Punishment, Voyeurism, Blowjob, Explosion Play, Hair pulling, Double Penetration, Aftercare

You enter your house, feeling exhausted from the major fight you’d been a part of earlier today. You had stopped the villain, but not before he’d managed to propel you into the sky. Your quirk was useless against the gravitational pull bringing you closer and closer to your death.

Luckily, your mentor, Hawks swooped in and caught you in his arms. Your mentor and you had a less than professional relationship, having only a 3-year age difference. He’d teased you lightly as you landed and you’d laughed, grateful for the save. A reporter had pushed their way to Hawks and you and asked, abruptly if we can confirm that we were a couple.

You always preferred to keep your personal details to yourself and normally would have just replied with a nonchalant ‘No comment’. Hawks was different, “It’s a secret.”

The growing crowd had cooed and you laughed it off as nothing, knowing full well that Hawks was just having some fun. He knew that you were in a committed relationship with two pro-heroes… who were probably sound asleep just at the top of those stairs.

You sighed, you figured you’d have a quick shower before you joined them.

You tiptoe up the stairs, opening the door to the main bedroom to catch a peek of their peaceful sleeping faces. What you did not expect was to be yanked into the room and slammed into the adjacent wall.

Your eyes widen to meet the glaring ruby eyes of your boyfriend, Katsuki. “So, you’re home. Maybe you can explain what the fuck this is about?!”

Your gaze shifts to your other boyfriend, Izuku, seated on the huge bed with a frown. He held up his phone, playing a video recording of Hawks saving me and the short interview with the reporter. From here I could have easily seen how everything was taken out of context. Hawks, being the playful touchy person he was, also hadn’t let go of me through the recording.

“Aw come on, Katsuki, Izuku,” You meet both their eyes as you speak their names,” Hawks just saved me from a make-out session with the cement. You know how reporters blow things out of proportion.”

Izuku pouted, “He made it seem like there was a thing going on between the two of you.”

“And you, fucking dumbass, didn’t even try to deny it!” Katsuki finished.

“I work for his agency! And I didn’t want to be rude, especially since he just saved my life. If he wanted to have a stupid joke, I wasn’t gonna stop him. There’s always rumors circulating about Hawk’s potential girlfriends. I give this a week before there’s a new sidekick, he’s having an explicit affair with.”

Katsuki leaned over you, causing you to press yourself into the wall, but you hold his gaze. You didn’t want to admit that, his fiery glare intimidated you. “I still think you need to be punished. Don’t you agree, Deku?”

“I’m sorry, Puppy, but Kacchan is right.”

Suddenly, Katsuki has both your wrists clamped firmly in his hand and is tying them above your head against the wall.

You all agreed to have a hook on the wall for experimenting, but now the angry glint in Katsuki’s eyes spiked fear in you.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re going to stay there and watch.”

Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion until Katsuki walks away from you to a patient Izuku sitting on the bed. His legs were already partially open to let Katsuki slip between them and swoop down for a kiss. Katsuki’s hand caressed Izuku’s face, his right hand slipping down to his throat and squeezing gently.

You swallow, already feeling a warmth at your core. Watching Katsuki choke Izuku conjured a phantom hand around your neck. Where you wanted Katsuki’s hand to be.

Katsuki’s hands traveled lower to the hem of Izuku’s shirt, tugging at it until it was thrown to the floor. Katsuki kissed down Izuku’s toned chest, simultaneously unbuttoning his pants. Izuku’s head hung back, his hands grasping the edge of the bed, but his eyes fixed on yours. He wanted you to see him so flustered because he knew it turned you on. God, forbid he starts moaning and you’d be done for.

Katsuki pulled out Izuku’s cock, shooting a taunting smirk at you as he gripped it. Then he licked the tip. Izuku gasped, “Ah!”

Officially, done for.

And Katsuki continued. He placed Izuku’s cock in his mouth, bobbing his head, each time pushing Izuku deeper into his mouth. Izuku’s moans flooded the room and wet your core, “Kacchaan~”

Katsuki let up, but continued pumping Izuku with his hand, “Why don’t you describe everything I’m doing to you for our little firework over there.”

With that statement, he was back to Izuku’s cock. Deep throating it like the pro he was.

Izuku groaned, “Kacchan is -ah- sucking my cock. He -ah- does it so good. When he pulls out, he swirls his, -ngh- tongue-” Izuku clutches the bed tightly, breathing heavily, “His tongue around the tip before taking it all- Aah~.”

Your core was practically on fire from watching your boyfriends go at it. You shift and rub your thighs together, trying to get some friction. Your hands grip the bonds suspending you and binding you to the wall.

Izuku’s keen observation didn’t fail him even as he was being deepthroated, “Kacchan, I can tell she’s already so horny- Ah!”

Katsuki lifts off Izuku’s cock and turns to you. His smug expression showed you that this is exactly what he wanted. “Is something wrong, little firecracker?”

You gulp, unable to speak, you just shake your head. Not wanting to give in.

Katsuki glares and in a low growl, he orders, “Deku, take your fucking pants off!”

Izuku doesn’t hesitate, he slips his pants right off. Katsuki grabs Izuku by his waist and flips him onto the bed. Izuku’s plump ass stuck up as the side of his face was smushed against the bed. Katsuki hovered over him, then delved right into his butt. He licked and gripped his ass with bruising force.

Izuku couldn’t contain himself, his moans pitched high and louder. Each one strikes your core like a whip with fire. Izuku pushed back against Katsuki’s active mouth.

That just about did it, “Okay, okay you got me. I’m sorry, just let me join. Please?”

Your eyes didn’t leave Izuku’s flustered face. Katsuki sat up but replaced his tongue with 2 fingers.

“I don’t think you mean that apology. Do you, Deku?”

Izuku panting and clutching onto the bed covers, moaned out, “No, Kacchan~”

“No, I really am sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.” You plead.

Katsuki stared at you a long moment, his fingers still thrusting in and out of a squirming Izuku.

“Not good enough.” He said, finally, and you almost whined in disappointment.

Katsuki pulled out his fingers and ordered, “Deku, suck my dick.”

Izuku trembled and you wondered if he was close to cumming. Nevertheless, he rose, throwing a glance at you. You could see the daze of lust in his pools of green. He then turned and engulfed Katsuki’s cock in his mouth.

Katsuki groaned, his hand gripping Izuku’s head, buried in curls. This time you do whine from the conflict of whether you would want Katsuki to be pulling your hair while you go down on him, or whether you’d want to be pulling Izuku’s green curls while he goes down on you.

“Katsuki, please,” you beg, “Let me join you, I’ll be a good girl.”

Katsuki glared straight at you, as Izuku bobbed on his dick. His flushed face driving your sanity away.

Katsuki spanked Izuku’s ass, causing him to gasp out and Katsuki’s dick to fall out of his mouth. “Izuku, please, let me join you.” You plead, with the sweeter one of your boyfriends, “I really am sorry, sweetheart.”

Izuku looks to you with sympathy, “Kacchan, she really does seem sorry.”

Katsuki scowled, “Fine,” he pushed off the bed, walking over to you until he was directly in front of you. His body so close, yet purposely not touching, “We’ll take pity on you since you’re such a needy brat.”

He unlatches you from the hook but kept the restrains. He tugged you forward before pushing you harshly onto the bed. He leaned down, barely brushing against you, and growled lowly, “But you’re not getting off easy, Firecracker. You’re going to have to earn it for what a little whore you were being today. Serve us, slut.”

You gulp, “Yes, sir.”

A gentle hand takes your chin, turning you away from the aggressive man in front of you to meet soft green eyes. Izuku smiled down at you, slyly, “Come here, Puppy, don’t let my faith in you be in vain.”

His hypnotizing gaze beckoned you forward as he leaned back. Almost on instinct, you sank lower to face his cock. Leaning on your elbows, you lick a long line up Izuku’s cock while keeping eye contact.

His lips parted, slightly, before you latched onto his tip and sucked like a lollipop. Giving Izuku’s cock your full attention, you’d almost forgotten the angry blond behind you, tugging your pants down and away.

The explosive fingertips at your ass reminded you and cried out with Izuku’s cock still in your mouth.

“Don’t you dare stop sucking, slut. Don’t forget this is your punishment.”

You engulf Izuku’s cock again, enthusiastically bobbing your mouth around it. Licking and sucking just the way you knew he liked it. Listening to his moans of encouragement egging you on, “That’s a good Puppy. Such a good bitch sucking me off like that.”

You whimper against his cock at the word. Loving the praising degradation. Another array of fingertip explosions went off at your rear and cry out around Izuku’s cock.

“You’re enjoying this way too much, Slut.”

Katsuki grabbed onto your upper thighs and spread them. His grip is dangerously close to your core making you squirm. “Deku, this little whore is soaking wet from sucking your cock.”

Izuku looks down, adoringly, “Is that so, Puppy?”

You hum, desperately, around his cock and he let’s out a delicious gasp. His fingers slide into your hair, gripping it gently, “Naughty Puppy. You want to be stuffed with cock?”

You whimper against him.

“I think she’s wet enough to take us both.”

Your eyes widen, Izuku suddenly yanks you off his cock by your hair. “Don’t look so surprised. You just admitted you want to be full of cock.”

“No, wait, guys-” A piece of fabric suddenly came around you, gagging your mouth and tightening around your face.

“Shut up! We’re going to fill you up and show you who you really belong to!”

Katsuki pulls you back by your hips onto his lap and slowly pushes into you. Your eyes shut in pleasure as inch-by-inch slip into you. Katsuki growls as you clench around him.

Izuku, who’d been watching mesmerized from against the headboard, rose. He undid the binding around your arms before placing his hands over Katsuki, pulling you up carefully to ensure Katsuki didn’t slip out.

You were on your knees, balanced by the two men’s grip on your hips. Izuku leaned down to your ear, “My turn, Puppy”

Your eyes blow wide as Izuku guided his cock next to Katsuki’s and started to push in. Your hands fling out to grip Izuku’s shoulders and you cry out into the gag. Izuku stops.

“Are you okay, Puppy?” he asks with a look of genuine concern in his eyes. Even Katsuki, who found it hard to voice affection, was rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs at your hips. A silent question if they should continue.

You take a few deep breaths in to calm the overwhelming feeling. Slowly, you nod for them to continue. Katsuki laughs in your ear, “I always knew you were a cock hungry whore.”

Izuku smiled down at you with admiration, “You’re taking us so well, Puppy.”

And he slowly slid in, causing you to grip his shoulders and shudder, trying to bear it all. When Izuku and Katsuki were both in, stretching you to the fullest you could possibly be, they paused to allow you to adjust.

Katsuki rubbed small circles into your hips and peppered soft, encouraging kisses at your neck. Izuku leaned on your other side, whispering praise, “You’re amazing, Puppy. Taking us all in like that.”

They waited for you, not rushing, just enjoying being connected. The three of you.

You lean forward on Izuku’s shoulder, before surprising both boys by lifting your hip up and down.

A moan from Izuku,

A growl from Katsuki,

A whimper from you.

“Fuck.” Katsuki groans, gripping your hips tighter and pulling you up and down. You grip Izuku’s shoulders. Your legs were shaking way too much to support you.

Pressure is added at your sides as Izuku presses over Katsuki’s hands, helping guide you to fuck yourself on their cocks.

Nothing else registers in your mind but the fullness of your having both your boyfriends inside you, pressing against your inner walls and hitting every pleasure spot. Strangled, pleasurable noises spill from your mouth. Your brain couldn’t process anything beyond the euphoria you were experiencing.

You were tugged backward, falling against Katsuki’s chest and head lolling onto his shoulder.

He grunted, breathing labored, “Show us your fucking face, slut.”

You barely processed his words.

“Come on, puppy. Look at us.” Izuku panted in front of you.

You struggle to process the words they spoke but in your fit of moaning and vertical movement, you catch their eyes. First Izuku’s, holding his gaze until a special spot was hit with more force, causing you to throw your head back and cry out.

One of Katsuki’s hands slid up your body, tugging your boob on its journey before gripping your jaw. He turned your head to face him, “Look at me too.”

He leaned down, his ragged breaths mixing with the beautiful mewls leaving your lips as your lips met.

The tempo of the movements increased. Your voice rose higher and higher in pitch.

Katsuki swore in your ear, “We’re gonna fill you up, Firework. Fill you up so good, you’ll be dripping cum until next week. Everyone will see you dripping our cum and know you’re ours.”

Izuku mumbled a little softer in your other ear, “Hear that, Puppy. Fuck, I can’t wait to see how much more your tummy will bulge when all our cum is warming your precious cunt.”

Those words they spoke shoved you over the edge. Falling into the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had and clamping down on both men’s cocks.

Izuku and Katsuki suddenly pressed their bodies onto you, sandwiching you in, and let out their own roars of pleasure. Their grip tightening and hands still fucking you through the orgasms as they filled you. Your moans quieted but your body still spasmed with pleasure as the warm cum filled your insides and never seemed to want to stop.

The high started to die and Izuku and Katsuki fell back onto their ankles, catching their breath.

Exhaustion overtook you, you tilted to the side, falling onto the disturbed covers of your bed. Izuku and Katsuki both slipped out causing a small sound in your throat. You felt cum trickle from your core, but you were beyond caring. In your post-orgasmic state of exhaustion, your eyes closed and you blacked out.

Not too long after, as you slept, strong arms slipped under you and hoisted you up. You groan in dismay from being removed from your comfortable bed.

“Shut up, you’re a mess.”

You open your eyes only a little to see Katsuki’s blurry form. “Katsuki,” you say, your voice raw and drowsy, “You know I’d never cheat on you, right?”

You look up at him, as much as you could as you fought your eyes shutting.

Katsuki’s ruby eyes found you, softer than their usual setting, “I know, Firework.” Then after a pause, he grumbled, “Just fucking get stronger already so you don’t need bird lice to come and save you.”

You didn’t have the energy to laugh but a tired smile graced your lips.

The harsh light of the bathroom caused another groan of discomfort from you. You pushed your head further into Katsuki’s bicep, trying to escape the light.

“Suck it up.”, Katsuki said.

You were being lowered down; your eyes still tightly shut until you felt warm water against your skin. Hands went around you from under you and you knew it was Izuku helping you into the water.

You settled down slowly in between his thighs, submerged into the soothing warmth of the water and Izuku’s chest against your back. Your eyes had already closed again, ready to sleep in the mirror of her comfortable bed. Soft splashing made you aware of Katsuki entering the bath.

“Don’t sleep, Puppy. We need to clean you.”

You let out a small sound of protest, already sinking into sleep. A hand pulls your leg partially out of the water. The sudden rush of water added to the calm you felt. You feel a hard object glide over your skin. Without opening your eyes, you reason it was soap.

Part by part, Katsuki meticulously soaped and washed your body. He took care in massaging as he went. Izuku, behind you, hummed so sweetly and trailed his fingers up and down your arms. You couldn’t imagine how he expected you to not fall into sleep’s clutches.

When they had washed you and finished washing themselves. Katsuki exited the tub and not long after, you were being pulled out of the water.

You whimper at the cold as the air attacks your wet skin. “If you stay there, the water will get cold anyway. Hurry up if you want to be warm, dumbass.”

“Kacchan! Don’t be mean.”

Your feet touch the ground but won’t support you. You nearly fall, but Katsuki readily caught you. His hands at your waist steady your shivering self.

Izuku had left the water himself and after drying himself hastily, encircled his arms around you, allowing Katsuki to towel you down.

Satisfied that you were dry, Izuku swung you into his arms. Cradling you against him to share his warmth for the short walk back to the bed.

He laid you down, carefully, onto the bed. You relax into the long-awaited comfort of your beloved bed. Izuku’s muscled arm wrapped around you, “Are you okay?”

“Mmm.” You reply.

You feel a soft kiss at your temple, “I’m glad you got out of there safely. I was worried about you, Puppy.”

As tired as you were, you pulled enough energy to reply, properly, “I’m okay, Izuku. I’m safe, here with you. And Katsuki.”

He tightened his hold, as though to reassure himself that you were indeed here.

In front of you, the bed dipped as Katsuki joined them. You feel a cooling burn on your butt and without thinking, you know it’s gel for the explosions Katsuki had set off.

When Katsuki is finished, he lays down and places his arms around you, just under Izuku’s.

Feeling well-taken care of, safe, and loved, you finally let your fatigue pull you into nothingness.

#bakudeku #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoria x reader #izuku midoriya #bakugou x izuku #mha smut #jealous bakugou

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mirakeul · 3 years ago

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ikigai [b. katsuki x gn! reader x m. izuku]

notes ; hello! this is one of my entries for @paradise-creator's more than two hearts collab which you can find the masterlist for here! the masterlist for the ikigai series i have which will include the three [and possibly more!] entries i will upload for this collab can be found here! i hope you enjoy, thank you! and also, yes i will be an extra in all of these entries HAHAH <333

disclaimer ; i am not quite well-versed in polyamorous relationships so i tried depicting it as good as i can with the research i have, please don't hesitate to message me about this, thank you <33

warnings ; cursing cause there's bakugou HAHA, villain attack, injuries, fluff, implied hatred? in high school but not really [for the three], no beta we die like..... hm HAHAHADKSJ n e ways

word count ; 1.6k

pairing/s ; bakugou katsuki x gender neutral florist! reader x midoriya izuku [reader uses they/them!]

summary ; flowers hold a thousand meanings for the wonder duo, and bakugou and midoriya will always hold onto the fact that their reason for being is you.

taglist will be in the reblogs! if you want to join my general taglist, click here!

bakugou katsuki and midoriya izuku, also known as the pro heroes dynamight and deku, the wonder duo, have always impressed not only the hero fans and alike but also the hardest of critics there are. and so, when they went and built an agency, with guidance from their former adviser, aizawa shouta, pro hero eraserhead, of course, it immediately rose up the ranks.

the duo, being number two and number one respectively, were always hounded by the press, seeing their chemistry not only as hero partners but as romantic partners. the two, however, always brushed them off albeit there's always a brush of red on the tip of their ears when they did hear questions about having a relationship.

their fans always beg to differ, having ship them in every social media platform. their classmates are always amused seeing #BakuMido, #WonderDuo, #DoubleD (which kaminari is actually the source of) trending on Twitter. Having known the truth since graduation, they would always come up and stir the rumors, mostly bakugou's friends though, which iida did not always approve, for the fans, of course.

and so, life in the wonder duo's agency was always bustling with energy. with constant press almost dwindling about and fans wanting to see the agency up close, ian, the receptionist, was almost always busy, but then again, nothing ever escapes her. not especially when different flowers started getting delivered at the agency almost every week by the same person, y/n, as she came to know them.

"good morning, miss ian!" ah, and there they are. "i have another delivery from ikigai for the wonder duo."

"i was beginning to think you'd be late, mx. yn!" they laughed, cheeks heating up as they handed two stems of red lilies.

ian immediately called up to reia who was coming up to the office. "ms. yuto, do you mind?" she gestured to the flowers, immediately recognizing y/n and greeting them before shaking her head.

"oh, no, i could deliver these. don't worry, mx. y/n."

"thank you!" y/n bowed, grinning. they turned to ian. "i must be going now, the shop needs me."

"of course, take care, mx. y/n!"

ian exchanged looks reia as they watched y/n leave. reia walked to her desk, looking at the lilies in her hand. "there's still no name?"

"nope," ian shook her head in disagreement. "i've looked at the card but it doesn't say anything but the shop's name, ikigai. no letter or anything."

"and they're both for mr. dynamight and mr. deku?"

"always! last week it was a small bouquet of daisies but still, nothing!"

"how mysterious," the two laughed but flinched when the phone buzzed, the line coming from bakugou's office. both their eyes widened as ian hurried reia along. "go!"

bakugou and midoriya received a text from y/n in their group chat, indicating that their lunches are curry and katsudon, respectively, and to have a good day. bakugou grinned for a bit, shaking his head as he replied while midoriya grinned widely, sending a reply instantaneously to y/n. the three, unknown by many but their trusted friends and family, were all in a polyamorous relationship ever since they graduated out of the prying eyes of the people in high school.

at first, it was just bakugou and y/n, having been a couple since middle school and throughout high school. midoriya, having confessed his attraction and love for both his friends before graduation, did not expect anything in return. so, when bakugou flushed while y/n grinned after he confessed, he was honest to God, shocked.

"katsuki and i have talked about this," midoriya remembered the nervousness in the pit of his stomach, waiting for the rejection to happen because it seemed like the two had actually noticed before he confessed! why would they even talk about it? they're a couple, of course, they're rejecting you!!! he remembered sweat-dropping at that statement, honestly.

"i'm sorry! i know you and kacchan have been a couple for the past years now! i didn't confess because i want to go between the two of you, i swear! i just wanted to tell you before we went our separate ways and i--!"

midoriya could also vaguely remember combusting when bakugou and y/n held his hand, telling him to stop talking. he shut his mouth in fear but reddened when they kissed his cheek, bakugou merely flicking his finger on the other side while muttering, "nerdy deku."

"as i was saying, we wanted you to be a part of this." y/n's eyes were hopeful, shining for a while.

"a-a part? of what?"

"us, deku." bakugou said, snarling but not quite. his ears were red as he looked everywhere but at midoriya. "be our boyfriend, or whatever!"

"you don't have to say yes right away!" y/n interjected. "we don't want to scare you away, izu."

midoriya doesn't remember how he got home that day, the kisses lingering in his mind as well as the proposition of him being part of their relationship. him...deku, nerd, him? be a part of the relationship with the two people he had feelings for? inko vaguely remembered greeting his son that day, when she's asked by 3A that is, and midoriya barely sparing her a glance, face flushed, barely registering his mother's concerned glances.

a week before graduation, midoriya finally went up to the couple, nervousness in his voice as he told the two, "i want to be with you both as well."

and so, the three graduated from UA, bakugou and midoriya becoming pro-heroes while y/n became a florist and opened ikigai, helping emergency services from time to time as a part-time pro-hero. their friends and family were all greatly supportive of the three but since bakugou and midoriya planned to be full-time limelight pro-heroes, they opted not to inform the public of the relationship.

it was days after y/n's last visit at the agency, the flowers slipped through and were forgotten by ian and reia, when it happened. the agency was in panic after the wonder duo almost got nicked by the villain, which was really fatal as they reported in the news. ian was handling the calls to the agency with the other staff, briskly pacing as they fixed the paperworks. y/n stormed in the agency, worry pooling in their eyes as they approached ian who just finished another phone call.

"i need to see katsuki and izuku."

ian was confused, but said, nonetheless. "mx. y/n! i'm sorry but we're extremely busy right now, we can't--"

"please, i need to see them."

"i really couldn't show you the way, especially for the bosse--!"

"get the fuck out of my way," bakugou was pissed, his hand protecting midoriya's side from the reporters that were hounding them for a statement. midoriya was limping from having been shot in the leg but was treated promptly before they returned to the agency. the guards of the agency took care of the reporters, effectively shutting the door and getting the two from prying eyes. bakugou's eyes met y/n's who immediately ran to the two, throwing their arms over the two, much to the confusion of everyone.

"y/n? what are you doing here? you should've waited for us at home." midoriya said, smiling for a bit as to not worry his partners.

but… home?

the people bustling stopped moving, waiting in bated breath as they watched the three.

"nerd's right." bakugou said, his other arm coming up to embrace y/n back. "it's dangerous."

there were tears in y/n's eyes when they separated from the embrace, voice wavering as they said. "i couldn't just stay at home without seeing you both safe here. i-- i just can't!"

bakugou grinned, a soft smile painting his features as he pat y/n on the head. "idiot, we won't leave you. you're fucking stuck with us for the rest of eternity."

y/n sniffed, mouth curving to an almost-laugh. "good, i would've killed you two if you left me."

midoriya was teary-eyed as well. he, kissing y/n's cheek after bakugou's. "we know. thank you, y/n."

after a few beats, the three noticed the silence in the once noisy area. bakugou was quick to growl, protectively throwing his arms over the two. "the fuck are you looking at?!"

"uh, kacchan?" midoriya smiled questionably. "i think it's because of… uh, this?" he gestured to the three of them.

"what's there to say? y/n, deku, and i are in a relationship, you got a problem with that?!"

y/n sighed, palming their face as they lightly hit bakugou's chest. "katsuki, stop being rude."

"..." he rolled his eyes. "fine."

the staff of the agency all expressed their congratulations to the three and to the wonder duo for defeating the villain. y/n approached the main desk, smiling slightly at ian who was staring at them.

"i'm sorry for never mentioning." y/n said, grinning as they handed ian a small poppy. "izuku told me you mentioned liking poppies?"

"did.. did you really bring one with you?"

"uh, yeah." y/n laughed. "i was already planning to go today but rushed because of the incident."

"thank you, mx. y/n. don't worry, everyone in this agency respects you three. our lips are sealed." ian made the gesture of zipping her mouth shut, making y/n chuckle.

"thank you, ian. stay safe!" y/n waved goodbye, going back to their partners. ian smiled at the three, now fully understanding why the wonder duo looked and acted the way they are. she shook her head, preparing to answer more calls, they still got a city to save.

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uwuwriting · 4 years ago

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Kids getting their quirks w/ Todoroki, Deku and Bakugou

Request: *cracks knuckles* uH may i pls have a headcanon for half half bastard, deku, and king explosive murder when their child’s quirk manifests? have a great day (or night lol) iajsmsjsnsk :D 💕- anonymous

Okay my baby fever isn’t over but now I know the main factor. Apart from my new obsession with dad Nanami, my period is also here so yay. I’m in pain. SO let’s feed my baby fever even more with some pro hero dads bc I love them and cherish them. Nanami is still ruling my heart though. Love ya💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: babies!!!!, domestic au, dad au, fluffy, no warnings really, unless it causes you baby fever so beware of the baby fluffs.

Todoroki Shoto

-Baby was called from the daycare because the twins teacher couldn’t control their quirk manifesting.

-Daycares are ready for quirk manifestation but someone hurt Rei and Ren kinda exploded and they couldn’t control the fire.

-Rei got startled and her ice blocked both toddlers from the outside world as they were now existing in their own little igloo.

-He panics because he fears that they hurt themselves or each other by using their quirks.

-Scenarios of them attempting to hug each other, a habit they’ve had since they were wittle babies, and burning their skin or causing frostbite.

-He rushed to their daycare, paperwork long forgotten on his agency’s desk as he stormed inside the classroom the small ice barrier splitting the room in two making his heart skip a beat.

-Motioning to the teacher to leave he approached the block of ice, touching it with his left hand watching the ice melt as he finally spotted his two little girls, huddled together in the furthest spot of their igloo, trembling in each other’s arms.

-Shoto ducked inside, slowly approaching them as they untangled from each other and rushed to him, meeting him half way in a crushing hug.

-They both sobbed in his chest as he rubbed their backs.

-Shushing them he tried to get a coherent story out of them but the only answer he managed to pry from them was a jumble of sorries and sobs.

-Picking them up, he asked them where their stuff was and after getting everything he excused all three of them and left the daycare, leaving a now melting igloo for the staff to clean up.

-Back at home he managed to get them to calm down completely and made them something to eat.

- “It’s alright, you protected each other like we’ve taught you. Your quirk activating is not your fault so stop blaming yourselves.”

-They didn’t seem very convinced and they reminded him of himself back in high school, when he wouldn’t accept his left side as part of himself.

-Hugging them close once again he left a kiss on each of their little heads, blowing a raspberry on their cheeks making them giggle at the feeling.

-He loves the sound of their laugh.

- “You have no control over your powers and that’s okay. Me and mommy will help you with that.”

-Deep down he was proud of his girls.

-They didn’t lose complete control and Rei managed to minimize her ice from coating the whole classroom.

-He was so happy to have these two little things as his kids.

-They truly were his world.

- “I’m so proud of you my little snowflakes.”

Midoriya Izuku/ Deku

-He thought his son was quirkless.

-You were quirkless, he used to be quirkless so the logical thing was for your kid to also be quirkless.

-Nope you were wrong.

-Turns out he took after his grandma and he has a form of telekinesis.

-Nothing really strong since both of his parents are biologically quirkless.

-It was triggered while you were all chillin in your living room.

-Izuku was scribbling something in one of his notebooks while your son was playing with his hero figurines on the floor.

-You were watching kitchen wars.

-Izuku’s phone started ringing and he shot up to get it, sending the notebook and pen flying across the room.

-You were ready for the inevitable crash but it never came.

-Looking up you saw both the notebook and the pen, levitating a few inches from the floor a slight green glow surrounding them.

-You were shocked looking back and forth from your four year old to the levitating objects.

-Izuku was still talking on the phone and hadn’t realized the revelation that was being displayed in the living room.

-Finally the call was over and he stepped back in, letting out a fucking SQUEAK when he saw his son using his quirk.

-That was enough to break his concentration and the items clattered to the floor, your toddler looking back at his father with huge green eyes, chubby hands reaching out for him.

-In a flash Izuku was on his knees next to the little boy, hugging him so close you thought he couldn’t breath.

-He peppered his chubby face with kisses, praise pouring from his lips like rain as he raised the four year old into the air, baby giggles filling the room.

-You joined them on the floor taking your fill of baby Midoriya pampering before looking at your husband, tears flowing down his cheeks.

-You hadn’t seen him cry ever since your son said his first words.

-And even then you couldn’t blame him, his first word was dada who wouldn’t cry?

- “He has a quirk! Oh my god he has a quirk!”

-Izuku brought both of you into a hug, crushing you to his chest as he kissed both of your foreheads.

- “Thank you thank you thank you.”

-It hit him like a truck how lucky he was to have you both.

-A beautiful wife who loves him for who he is and not for his fame *like many other pros had warned him about* and a son who adores him and asks for daddy every second of the day.

-He didn’t care about a quirk.

-He was scared that his son would also get bullied if he didn’t have one.

-Right now everything was perfect.

Bakugou Katsuki

-If you asked him he didn’t want your son to get his quirk yet.

-If he did that meant that he grew and he wasn’t his wittle baby anymore.

-Your son was playing with his uncles outside while Katsuki was setting up the barbeque.

-He was simultaneously holding your one year old and you were having a heart attack seeing your baby so close to a fire but you trusted him.

-Your son was laughing his ass off as he was chased around the table by four grown ass adults.

- “Be careful around the table.”

-The fact that all five individuals said yes mom terrified you.

-Heading back into the kitchen you only managed to reach the sink before a scream pierced the air and in a flash you were back outside, scanning the yard for who got hurt and where.

-Then your eyes landed on your son who had a hand outstretched in front of him, smoke leaving his small palm while Kaminari was laying face down a few feet away from him, a groan leaving the pro hero as a palm shaped hole was etched on his shirt.

-Everyone was silent as they stared at your four year old, eyes wide in awe at the sheer force of a singular explosion.

-The person who broke the silence was Kirishima who let out a loud woah snapping all of you out of your stupor .

-Bakugou looked at you, pure disbelief in his gaze as his son turned to him.

- “Dad I’m just like you!!”

-You swear in his daze he almost yeeted your baby over his shoulder.

-In one swift motion your son was in his other arm being swung around as their laughs synced into one.

- “Hell yeah you are.”

-Joining them you ruffled your son’s hair as you kissed his cheeks, a deep scarlet blush painting his plush cheeks as he hid his face in his dad’s shoulder.

- “Bravo bud!”

-Sero was next with the praise followed by Mina and Kaminari who also whined about his Hawaiian shirt being ruined.

-For the next hours Katsuki didn’t let him go.

-Didn’t want to let either of his kids go but it got kinda hard with the whole barbeque being his responsibility.

- “We can train together, and work at the agency and go on patrols and…”

-As your son rambled on about the things they could do now that he has his quirk, you looked at your husband, a soft smile plastered on his features.

- “He will never stop needing you Katsu.”

-You whispered as you kissed him softly on the cheek, catching a glimpse of a single teardrop leaving his eye before he quickly rubbed his face on your shoulder.

- “I know.”

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atsukashii · 4 years ago

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Hi! I love your writing so very much 🥰

For the event, could I possibly get: Tirza x Midoriya + she/her pronouns + ☀️ + green

Thank you thank you 🥺💕☺️

how long do I have to wait how many nights do I have to pass

✘ he was the one who got away, but now the number one pro hero has returned to japan, and come home to you

✘ GENRE: fluff

✘ WARNINGS: none

✘ WORD COUNT: 1.4k

To the world the name Izuku Midoriya was synonymous with the pro hero Deku. But to you, Izuku Midoriya is synonymous with sorrow, desperation and hurt. To you, Izuku Midoriya is the one who got away.

You’d been by his side since elementary school, where Katsuki Bakugou had coined the name Deku, which caught on in the opposite way than what he had initially intended it to be interpreted. You had been friends with the shy, hero crazed boy who had helped you draw your hero costume and equipment when you had decided you both were going to be pro heroes. You had been by his side as this quirk he was supposedly ‘born-with’ had manifested. And you knew, from the moment you saw All Might talking to him, just who’s quirk he had inherited.

You had been by Izuku’s side from your earliest memories, and you had loved him for as long as you could remember. You’d loved him for so long, and you were planning on telling him the moment you had finished your studies but never got the chance, because he’d left for the U.S a day later, working at an agency courtesy of Professor David Shield. And you had let him go, and took your heart with him.

Those six months had turned into three years, and now he was back.

“Can you please at least say hello to him? That’s all I'm asking here,” Your friend Ochako pleads from next to you, and you finally turn away from the bar to face her. You had been dragged out to a bar by your friend, only to discover the whole thing was an official ‘welcome home’ party for your first love that you hadn’t seen in years. So you’d reacted like any mature person, and hidden amongst all the bodies at the bar, cradling the same glass of water because you had work tomorrow and couldn’t afford to turn up hungover.

“I will,” you reply, looking over across the room at the green haired man laughing along with a bunch of your old high school friends. You give Ochako a pointed look as you swirl back around on your stool. “Later.”

“For fucks sake, even Bakugou is over there. Ba-ku-gou!” She combats, waving her hands to emphasise her point.

“Good for him.” She huffs out a breath of frustration at your antics but really, you don’t want an audience when you first talk to him, because you don’t know what is going to come out of your mouth. Will it be what your heart wants to say, that you missed him every single minute he was gone, or your head, where you’ll just simply say welcome back and move on with your life. You weren’t willing to take that gamble in front of your closest friends.

“Go have fun, I’ll talk to him later, I promise.” You swear, and even hold out your pinky which makes your friend let out a shocked laugh.

“Why don’t I believe you?” she asks, and you simply shrug, watching as she shifts through the crowd towards the table and the star of honour. The minute you know you’re out of eyesight and earshot, you leave your glass on the table, grab your jacket and sneak out the side door of the complex. Inhaling the chilled night air, you hesitate in the alleyway of the bar, letting yourself revel in the silence of the outside world. Getting used to having Izuku was going to take a while, especially considering he would no doubt be visiting his mother, who still lives next door to your own. You could never escape him, and why should that change even if you want it to? You only take a step further into the alleyway before the door bangs open behind you.

“Y/n?” His voice is deeper than you remembered it, but then again, he had been only a high school graduate when you’d spoken to him last. Slowly you turn around to face him, taking in Izuku’s face one inch at a time. Freckles still dusted his nose and cheekbones, and those deep emerald green eyes still glowed like sea glass - stop, you mentally plead. Don’t go down this road.

“I thought it was you. I saw Uraraka talking to you at the bar, and I wanted to see you before you left.” He’s taller too. You’d been the same height through most of your schooling, but now he towered over you by at least a foot. As Izuku stops under the dim light on the wall, you notice the undercut he now has and hate how it makes goosebumps break out on your skin.

“How have you been?” He asks, one of his hands clutching his other wrist in a nervous tick that holds your attention. How have you been? How have you been… miserable, lonely, lovesick, missing you… but you can’t say that. So instead you muster all the confidence in you to tell him the opposite, that you’ve been fine.

“I-” Your voice breaks on the word and you feel the world around you freeze. Your heartbeat echoes through your head and the happiness on Izuku’s face shatters and pain flickers to life in his eyes as he looks at you. A scarred hand reaches up and gently caresses your cheek and only then do you notice that you’re crying.

And the moment you recognise their existence, your chest heaves and you burst at the seems. The gruttal sob that leaves your lips has Izuku lunging forward and bringing you into his arms. Burying your face into his chest, you don’t try to stop what you’re feeling, and just let it run its course as you listen to him talk.

“I’m so sorry Tirza.” He repeats over and over like a mantra, softly running his hand over your hair whilst holding you close to his chest. Once your sobs cease and your tears slow do you finally trust yourself to talk.

“I missed you,” you get out, stepping out of embrace so that you can look at him properly, and gage his every reaction. If you’re going to get your heart ripped out, you’d at least like to try and see it coming.

“I missed you so much, but I couldn’t tell you. I missed you, but I was so proud and happy for you, because you were doing what you loved and even though I loved you, I didn't want to try and take you away from what you were born to do.” You try to explain, knowing you're making a mess of it all, but still trying to get it all off your chest. Izuku’s green eyes blink at you owlishly for a second, and fear enters your body for a second. But only for a second.

Because in the next, Izuku has your hand in one of his, and his lips on your own. Your eyes widen in surprise at the sudden affection, and you carefully place your hands on his shirt to push him away? To pull him closer? You’re unsure, but when he finally pulls back and looks down at you with so much adoration, your heart almost stops in your chest.

“I’m so sorry I left. I wanted to tell you how I felt back in highschool, but then I got offered a placement in the U.S. I almost didn’t take it too, but then I knew you would kick my ass if I didn’t,” Izuku rambles and you nod, knowing fully well that you would have. “And then I was going to come back after six months but they asked me to stay longer, and then I came to visit, but your mother said you hadn’t been back home since you graduated.” You cringe at the memory, knowing you hadn’t gone back because you didn’t want to be asked about him.

“But I get it.” Izuku finishes, pushing your stray hair back from your face. “It’s the same reason I went and sat on the beach when I missed home.” Because across it was you. “I’ve loved you since I was in middle school, and I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.” You let out a shocked laugh at his words, which turns into a soppy one as you grin at the man in front of you. He was home, that’s all you’d wanted, and now it was staring you in the face. Him. It had always been him.

“I love you Izuku. So so much.” You say, crying into your laughter as he joins you.

“We’re idiots for waiting this long,” He groans, leaning his head on your shoulder, and another laugh slips from your mouth, but one that actually has you smiling.

“The biggest idiots to ever live.”

a/n: Thank you for your kind words anon, you get a big MWUAH from me :) i didn't mean for this to have an angsty start, but oops... also i think these are getting longer and longer. Note to self, you can't write short drabbles for shit. Looks like its full length fics for me

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starcloud-nova · 4 years ago

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Favorite fics by some of your buddies on Tumblr and Discord?

God nonnie. You fucked up big time. You underestimated just how hard I can appreciate my friends. I’d like to formally apologize for how long and in-depth this got, but I would pick a stopping point and then go ‘oh! but i cant leave out so-and-so’ and then this got mega out of hand.

Organized by author and not genre! And if I didn’t include any of your works (or I did and it was not the one you wanted), please, don’t take it personally. I am trusting everyone who comes across this post to read the tags themselves, but for two of the fics I have left TWs in front of them.

Cassia’s fics:

Internet Enemies by @cassiopeia721 (x)

At school, Midoriya Izuku is ignored at best. At home, he's raised by a single mother who seems to be always taking night shifts, and who he communicates with almost exclusively through notes on lunch boxes and texts lying about his location. As such, Midoriya Izuku turns to the internet— or more specifically, an All Might fan server on discord— for companionship. Like most things in his life, it goes wrong eventually. It just takes longer than usual.

hypnic jump

Izuku finds himself somewhere he doesn't recognize in an oversized green jumpsuit with a hero he's never seen at his back. He's pretty sure he's dreaming, and subsequent events only solidify that theory into rock-solid certainty.

Paradigm Shift (Harry Potter)

Harry undergoes a paradigm shift at the beginning of his fifth year. (Slytherin Harry)

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Kestrel’s fics:

Compass by @autisticmidoriyas (x)

Midoriya Izuku never had the chance to become a hero—or even to grow up. Fifteen years after his death, Akatani Izuku tries to save the life of a dying hero and in return receives a target painted on his back and a power humming in his bones.

All Might, Sir Nighteye, Ground Zero, Suneater, and Skyquake are left scrambling in the wake of Lemillion’s death to figure out who now holds One For All.

Intertwined with all this, the League of Villains’ war against Japan burns on. With the loss of Lemillion, the advantage is now theirs, and with the loss of One For All, victory is all-but-assured.

(What the villains don’t know is that One For All lives on in the blood of a boy who was always meant to be a hero.)

triskelion

A few seconds, and their lives—their life—is changed forever. Where three people used to exist, there is now only one.

While visiting the mall with their class, Izuku, Katsuki, and Shouto are the victims of someone whose quirk can fuse together objects … and people.

Permanently.

Facing down the fact that they may never be unfused, a long adjustment period lies ahead of them as they learn how to be themself and figure out where they fit into their families, their class, and their world.

the meaning of hope

One day, the smoke will reach its end. They hold out hope for that. Even with quirks, fires cannot burn forever. They will consume all their fuel, until there is nothing left, and they will wither and die.

~~~

Lilly’s fics:

Rise of the Rat Finks by Authoress_Lilly

“You're not in trouble Neito. You’ve been tapped to join The Rats.”

The boy blinks. “The what?”

Vlad opens up a folder and hands Monoma a flyer and a small pin in the shape of a rat. “It’s a sort of secret society here at UA.

Or: an excuse to put Monoma and Midoriya together in way too many words 😅

The Root to Villainy

Prompt: Izuku doesn't realize how fucked up his past was until Aizawa does an immersive class on villain origins.

Whoops?

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Dance’s fics:

Never Take Your Problem Children To Costco by DanceInTheKitchen

“SECURE THE EGGS! I REPEAT SECURE THE EGGS!” Bakugou bellowed.

“YES SIR! AYE AYE SIR!” Izuku saluted.

Shouta is staring at his students, one of whom seems to be reenacting the Lion King with a carton of eggs while the other salutes him, and wonders. What the hell did he do in his past life to deserve this?? Past him must have committed some great sin, like putting sugar in his coffee, or being a dog person.

Or, Aizawa, Bakugou and Midoriya walk into a Costco.

grow as we go

The dorms were silent, but out here in the open air, she felt both isolated and free. Isolated from the world, but free from the responsibility crushing her, isolated from her friends and family, but free from judgement. Up here, with only the stars and Iida as company, Momo felt like she could breathe.

They sat next to each other in silence, watching the stars silently crawl their way across the sky. Iida doesn’t break the silence, but he also doesn’t leave. It’s a silent promise, to listen if she needs it, or to keep her company if she doesn’t want to speak. It’s comforting.

She’s not sure when she speaks, it’s somewhere between staring up at the stars, and looking at the shiny dew covering the grass of the hills behind UA.

“I’m not ready.”

Or, with graduation right around the corner, Momo has a conversation with Iida about what growing up means.

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Azure’s fics:

A Helping Hand for All by azureskyy

Izuku doesn't know why everyone's talking about a certain hero analyst online. He's tried browsing through the forums and other sites, but he just can't find the person they're talking about.

Maybe he'll ask them later. For now, he has some analysis to do.

Or: Izuku is a well-known hero and quirk analyst across multiple social media platforms.

Not that he's aware of it, of course.

A Missed Chance

Two paths cross then diverge. In another universe, perhaps, they could have walked on the same path; they could have talked for the second time that day, and Izuku could have been given an opportunity that could change his entire life. And maybe, just maybe, he would have taken it.

But this isn’t that universe.

Or: What if All Might wasn't able to find Izuku after the Sludge Villain Incident?

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Alice’s fics:

A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by @makeitbluue (x)

“Did you think you’d be safe from me forever? That you could chip away at my power base and I would not care or try to hunt you down?” The man asks as he steps forwards.

Izuku scrambles backwards in his bed, searching the covers as he goes for his phone. If he can get a text off to All Might or Aizawa-sensei he can alert people to the potential danger.

But even as he moves, something in the back of his mind tells him he had heard this voice before. A different time, a different context, but the same voice.

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Ely’s fics:

bend and break by @queenangst (x)

In a world where you can feel your soulmate's pain, Eijirou spends a lot of his life up until meeting his soulmate hurting.

draw and quarter

In District Twelve, no one volunteers.

When Aizawa Shouta’s name is called, no one says a word. He stands there for a moment, feeling all the world slow around him, and then he straightens his shoulders and walks to his death.

He will die fighting. At the very least, Shouta can promise that.

Shouta's name is drawn for the Hunger Games, alongside Shirakumo Oboro. No one from their district has ever won.

damage control

After All for One's defeat, Aizawa Shouta is grasping for ways to protect his students. At the same time, a discrepancy in Midoriya's behavior leads Shouta down a dangerous line of investigation and to a single question: if Midoriya is the U.A. traitor.

Between the Wind and the Water

Staying at U.A. for winter break, Izuku hopes it'll be a quiet chance to spend the holidays with Todoroki and supervising teachers All Might and Aizawa-sensei.

It's just his luck a gift-shopping trip turns into a gift from a villain, and Izuku's new Half-Cold, Half-Hot Quirk is not so easy to control. Neither are the secrets he's been carefully keeping.

a glimpse of tomorrow (looking back)

Subject: Aldera Time Capsule Ceremony Forwarded Message— This year marks ten years for the Aldera Middle School graduating class of 20XX.To celebrate, we would like to invite pro heroes Kingpin and Deku, Aldera alumni, to participate in a public time-capsule opening. We are incredibly proud to have helped them on their journeys to becoming heroes, and would be most honored to receive them as guests and for them to speak at the ceremony. [...]

"Well," Deku says, leaning over to turn the monitor towards him. His eyes flick over the contents of the email one more time. "If they haven't changed, then I guess we could return the favor."

Ten years down the line, Bakugou and Midoriya are invited to a time capsule ceremony at their middle school to read letters from their past selves, and look back on their past and how it shaped their future. For anyone else, it would have been a celebration.

For the two of them, it's an opportunity.

A look into Bakugou and Midoriya's past—through a future neither of them imagined—as pro heroes, agency partners, and friends.

of the mighty heart

It was just complicated. Kacchan had changed. Izuku had changed. What was between them was constant—Kacchan was always there—but even constants, Izuku supposed, could change, too.

...You saved me, sometimes you say Deku and it doesn’t sound so much like an insult, you say it like you mean it, you say it like you mean me.

After the war ends and the dust settles, Izuku is left in pain and feeling useless. There's still so much to do and people to save, and it's just... too much for one person.

And then there's Kacchan.

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Fawn’s fics:

Bough Breaks by @fawnvelveteen (x) (trigger warning for discussion of rape/noncon)

In life, nothing is certain. Pro-heroes aren’t always the good guys. Children are not spared from the darkest realms of humanity. Izuku isn't acting like his normal self at school lately, and his homeroom teacher has taken notice. After learning about the mother’s new, unwelcomed boyfriend, Aizawa’s concern shifts into dread. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep his student away from harm.

Almost Moon (trigger warning for suicide) (Black Clover)

It was always at night. One of Noelle's squadmates, apparently, believes it's a good idea to walk across the rooftop, directly over her head while she is trying to get some sleep. Finally, she decides to confront the nighttime nuisance. What she discovers is something she never expected, nor did she wish to see.

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Nez’s fics:

The True Successor by @neko-nez (x)

Toshinori is caught in a time loop.

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Aodh’s fics:

new game + (the pros of being over-leveled, the catharsis of finally beating That One Boss, and a bonus social link) by @takeyamayuu (x)

Izuku hasn’t been noticed yet, being as far from the fight as he is. Or if he has, they’re dismissing him in favor of the larger threat of Aizawa-sensei. As they should, since he takes out the last one with a well placed kick, turning to face Shigaraki,

Izuku tenses, this is-

This is where his teacher’s arm is injured and then-

The Nomu.

One for All spikes to around fifty percent, his muscles stinging, bones creaking as Izuku darts forward, aiming for Shigaraki’s head with an axe-kick.

Second year Midoriya Izuku gets hit with a Quirk, skids into the USJ, and learns a little about self-care along the way.

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Ghost’s fics:

fingerpaint bruises and a kick in the teeth by @ghoststrawberries (x)

There’s a sour taste in Shouta’s mouth as he stares at Jackrabbit’s bright smile. The smile he’s wearing in every clear photo of him. It somewhat reminds Shouta of All Might’s smile.

Jackrabbit might be a menace to the Commission, but there’s no way Shouta can believe that a man with that smile is anything less than good to his core.

“And I’m your last resort to handle this quietly.” He says knowingly, keeping his thoughts to himself.

“Precisely.”

Shouta’s gut response is to refuse.

The words “I don’t kill.” are halfway up his throat before they become stuck.

As an underground hero, sometimes Shouta Aizawa is called upon to do darker jobs than one might expect a hero to have to do. This time, when he's tasked with taking out a vigilante who's managed to bother the Hero Public Safety Commission one too many times, he's not sure he'll be able to follow through.

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Amira’s fics:

And Now I See Daylight by @awake-my-oceans (x)

AnalysisOverload Current mood: HERO CON HERO CON HERO CON HERO CON

AnalysisOverload reblogged AnalysisOverload Okay, let’s talk HeroCon.

Look around, and you’ll see a lot of discrimination—against people whose Quirk is debilitating, against people whose Quirks scare us, against people who have trouble controlling their Quirk, against people who don’t have a Quirk at all. It’s easy to feel alone in a sea of discrimination.

Enter HeroCon:X.

A social media fic following Deku post-graduation.

The chaotic neutral’s guide to time travel

“You claim you are from the future,” Nedzu said, hopping onto his desk. “Do you have anything to prove this?”

Hitoshi fished around in his pocket. “Here’s my hero license,” he said, holding it up.

Nedzu opened his mouth, but Hitoshi kept right on going, producing a handful of odds and ends from his pocket. “Also a movie ticket, some dryer lint, some, uh, didn’t know I still had that but it’s old gum—“

That was when Aizawa walked in, capture weapon floating around him. “What’s the emergency?” he asked, clipped, as he kicked open the door.

“—and the left arm of a Deku plushie,” Hitoshi finished, unruffled. “My cat ate the rest.”

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