#do you know how hard it is to draw izukus hair

[edwardslostalchemy]

They're in love, your honor.

This is still a wip, but I drew this for my friend @brightismarstonight ❤💙💚 They love tododeku just as much as I do so I wanted to make something for them. 😄

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Live In Nanny Pt 2

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)

pt 1 here

TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will

You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.

When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.

And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.

--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.

That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.

You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy? 

The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.

"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."

The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.

You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.

"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.

He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."

You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.

"Okay."

---

After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns. 

He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants. 

"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow. 

You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."

It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?" 

You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives. 

"I can try that." 

Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.

He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"

[romanceisdeadbutimnot]

Sweet Like Summer Candy

🍏

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

(Pro Hero Deku x Reader)

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Reader curses, aged up characters

Reader is written with a female in mind (but i hardly use pronouns to describe the reader and they are referred to as partner instead of girlfriend)

Summary:

You visited your grandparents in Japan for 3 summers when you were younger, becoming close friends with the quirkless boy next door. Unfortunately you lost touch during middle school. Not to worry though, you’re here in Japan to stay and ready to rekindle your friendship, or something more. And you’re in for a little surprise when you realize what he does for a living.

Or reader has no idea that Izuku is the no 1 pro hero

Link to ao3 here

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Chapter 4: Sugared Like Bitter Cherries

It was a beautiful place to talk about whatever it was wanted to tell you. You secretly hoped that this would be the backdrop of the beginning of a beautiful love story, but you doubted it. In your brief rekindled friendship you had never known him to dance around a subject, in fact he usually told you too much. Something was wrong, and you didn’t know what. The park was beautiful, a lush green. He was waiting for you next to a park bench, he was bouncing between sitting in it, and pacing back and forth in front of it looking sheepish. Your heart ached. As you approached him he perked up. He was, unlike the previous times you had met him outside, wearing a surprising lack of camouflage. He had a hoodie pulled snug over his hair as he smiled to you softly.

“Uh Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” is all you can muster in return. You can’t help but notice how beautiful he looked in the sunlight. For a moment movement catches your attention behind him, drawing your attention away from his face.

Even if he had only called you out here to reject you, even if you would remain nothing but friends, you cared about him a lot. More than you thought was possible. So when you saw a villian, hurtling at your quirkless friend from behind, you did what anyone in your position would do. You shoved him, hard. You concentrate, one hand heavier with the usage of your quirk. It didn’t have a fancy hero name, but density manipulation was the best descriptor you could think of. It allows you to manipulate the density of yourself and objects around you. It was what afforded you your high paying government job. They trained you extensively, to make up for the lost time you spent in your youth not training as a hero. Once they were done with you, you were the perfect reconnaissance weapon. No physical attack would stop you, no lock could prevent your entry, and you could definitely pack a high powered punch. Had you played your cards differently in your youth, you may have even become a hero.

That title never sat right in your mouth, it left a bitter aftertaste akin to the cherries you’d steal from your neighbors tree. After two or three you had grimly realized they were cherries for baking, bitter, meant to be sweetened with copious amounts of sugar. Being a hero didn’t suit your tastes, especially not in America where everything powerful seemed to corrupt. You were happy to do your years of service in the shadows, take your paycheck, and leave. It was this background however that made you confident, maybe too confident, with your prowess. After all this was a villain, and you were just a civilian. In the moment your safety didn’t matter. What mattered was Izuku- Izuku who offered to walk you home to keep you safe. Izuku who so desperately wanted to be a hero. Izuku who cried protecting you during your first summer in Japan. Even now, even when he was so close to breaking your heart, you’d only ever wanted to pay him back for his kindness to the strange kid who couldn’t even speak Japanese.

All your focus was trained on making your hand as heavy as possible, swinging it toward the villain flying toward you. You knock him up into the air, trying to avoid hitting anyone else if possible. You can faintly hear the crowd murmur and the shuttering of cameras. The villain is prepared to attack again, but you focus on increasing his density. His movements become sluggish under the weight of his own limbs plummeting to the ground faster than before. When he lands with a loud groan and the cracking of concrete you shift your attention to the cement he landed on. You decrease its density, allowing him to sink down as if it was water, then you release. He starts cussing at you, effectively trapped into the cement.

Finally you turn to look at Izuku who is staring at you wide eyed. You glance around quickly for heroes or police officers who may get you into trouble. Seeing none in the immediate area you grab Izuku’s hand intending to book it away from the crowd. He doesn’t budge, staring at you shocked. You growl a little in frustration. Concentrating again you focus your quirk on him, making him as dense as air, except for his hand which you use to drag him, floating in the air, away from the crowd as fast as you can.

The sinking feeling in your stomach doesn’t dissipate as you flee the scene. You knew that if you were to remain friends, you’d eventually have to tell him your quirk. However this was most certainly not how you wanted it to go. In the past you tried to avoid the topic altogether. You wonder if he was furious with you, for having such a powerful quirk and doing nothing with it. For having everything he wanted as a child, and never telling him. For living an ordinary life, writing stories and worrying about your love life. Would he think you wasted your potential, like your friends had told you, like you saw in the eyes of your father when you told him your plans. An accomplished military commander, he was the only reason you agreed to work for the government to pay off student loans. You tried it, tried the whole saving people thing, the whole capitalize on your powerful quirk shtick. It wasn’t you. Sure it came useful in situations like this, but you weren’t the hero type. When you have made it into a crowded area, you release your concentration on Izuku and he drops to the ground.

“We should keep going, I’m not technically licensed in Japan to use my quirk like that,” you say to him frantically, his hand still firmly grasped in your own.

“Your quirk- how did you do that?” He pulls you backward. You turn to face him, he was looking at you as if the world had just opened beneath his feet.

“I worked for the government a couple of years after college. It’s a long story, but they trained me to do, well, that.” You rub one palm against your leg, wiping away the sweat. You try to smile at him, though it doesn’t meet your eyes.

“I didn’t know, you never mentioned what it was. I just figured you had a sorta normal quirk, like growing flowers from your palm or the ability to bounce something really high.” Contrary to what you thought, Izuku seemed really excited about your quirk. In hindsight maybe you shouldn’t have been so worried about showing him, he was a huge quirk nerd after all.

“I don’t really like showing it off,” you tell him. I don’t like showing it off because it reminds me of you. It reminds me of how unfair life is. He seems to consider this nodding a little. Then his green eyes light up, he fishes a notebook out from a large inner jacket pocket. You feel your heart drop.

“Izuku, I don’t really have time to answer all your questions- I just smacked a villian-“

“What exactly is your quirk? It was some form of liquidation when you trapped him in the cement, but that’s not quite true. You made me some type of gas, I felt so light it was incredible. Is it a form of density manipulation? And if so, for how long? It looked like concentration, but is there a limit to how long you can hold it-“ he starts rambling listing his theories. You turn red, he really was dissecting you unabashedly. All your weaknesses and strengths partnered with this quirk found out so easily by his candy colored eyes. As you start to tune out his ramblings you can’t help your gaze from running up and down his body, from his broad shoulders to the narrowing of his hips, down to his bright red sneakers. You scold yourself focusing back on the task at hand.

“I’d be happy to show you everything I can do, but this isn’t exactly the perfect place,” you attempt to cut his ramblings off. When he doesn’t stop you place a hand over his mouth. You feel his lips smile against your palm. His large hand encircles your wrist keeping your hand in place. He mumbles something against your palm, sparks flying in your stomach.

“What?” You ask, tugging your hand back. He relents sending you an innocent smile.

“How could I possibly wait? You’ve been hiding something extraordinary from me this entire time! This solves everything,” he tells you. What exactly did your quirk solve, you didn’t know.

“You’re a dork. A villain tries to kill you, and the only thing you can think about is my quirk?” You look at him exasperated. He really was a hero nerd.

“That’s the villain who’s been targeting hero’s. You might’ve not recognized him, but that means he wasn’t targeting me, he was targeting-“ Izuku pauses mid-explanation, his eyes going wide. “The villain! I have to go, I’ll see you later-“ he leans forward pressing a quick kiss to the side of your cheek. Your heart skips a beat, as you feel yourself crumble. When you turn to look at where he had run off too the street was empty. You press a hand to your cheek, still feeling the heat from where he had kissed you. Maybe you were wrong, maybe he wasn’t avoiding you. Maybe you weren’t imagining the sparks flying between you two, the invisible tension.

But where had he gone? Eventually when your heart rate has calmed down to a reasonable speed, you begin your walk home. Maybe Izuku was headed back to the crime scene to see if he could see any heros to take notes on. Maybe he left you behind because you had been running away. Besides, if what he said was true, that villain had done the very same thing you had when you first arrived in Japan, mistook Izuku for that hero- Deck ‘Em or something like that. You were glad he could be apprehended, you shuddered thinking what would have happened if Izuku had been alone.

You were currently sitting in your favorite coffee shop, staring at a blank document before you. You were currently trying to work on your novel, but your mind kept running a blank. You had hardly slept the night before, your thoughts consumed with the grin of a man who didn’t know the effect he had on your heart. You would’ve ordered a latte, to wake you out of your dreaming state, but they had always made you kind of jittery, and you didn’t want to die of cardiac arrest, not before he kissed you for real anyway. You daze off into the alternative, a milk tea with vanilla syrup, when your favorite barista slams a newspaper onto the table in front of you.

“You’re on the cover of the newspaper.” She tells you pointedly.

“Oh yeah, a villian tried to attack my friend,” you nod absentmindedly. “He actually kissed me Oso! Well, kissed me on my cheek, but that has to mean something. Here I was thinking he was going to tell me off for developing this ridiculously huge crush on him, and reject me. But then he kissed my cheek and ran off!” You ramble on, staring into space. Hopefully Oso would have some more award winning advice, because you were lost on what to do next. To your surprise she completely ignores you.

“Yeah, put a pin in that for a second. When were you gonna tell me that you knew Deku?” You hear the sass in her tone. Deku, Deku, where had you heard that name before?

“Deku?” You ask, now turning to look her in the eyes. She’s looking at you as if you’ve grown a second head.

“No 1 pro hero Deku?” She clarifies, as if you were an idiot. You remember now, he’s the hero the villain mistook Izuku for.

“Oh no, you misunderstand. I know Izuku looks like that hero, which is why the villain attacked him in the first place. But Izuku is quirkless, he’s not a hero,” You tell her. “So about my predicament. Almost kiss, good sign or bad sign?” You take a sip of the tea, swirling the warm liquid around your mouth, savoring the taste before swallowing.

“It depends. How into hero’s are you?” She says. You must’ve heard that incorrectly. She must’ve been asking how into hero’s Izuku was, considering you saved him from a villian. Was she worried that he’d develop self confidence issues since you had a quirk and he didn’t? Since you were the one to save him after all the fussing he does about walking you home at night?

“Well, Izuku is a really big fan of heros. But my save wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t sweep him off his feet, I shoved him over. And he kissed me after all that, not before. Though, he did run away-“

“Honey, I’m not talking about that,” Oso cuts you off. “I’m asking if you like heros, because your boyfriend is one.”

“Oso, I’m telling you I know they look similar, but Izuku isn’t Deku. He’s quirkless, I knew him as a kid, he was bullied all the time for it.” You weren’t sure why Oso wasn’t believing you. Sure it would be cool if you knew a pro hero, and sure it would be nice for the scrawny kid you knew to have fulfilled his dream, but Deku had a quirk, Izuku did not.

“Hun, you are either the densest woman alive or an absolute idiot. He’s not quirkless.” She taps on the newspaper aggressively. You finally spare the offending article a glance. A majority of the page was a printed photograph, the moment of impact between your fist and the villian. It was a well crafted shot. You glance to the side, toward Izuku covered in green lightning. You feel your stomach plummet, as you process the new information.

“That’s photoshop, there’s no way. He’s quirkless, I know he’s quirkless-“ you look up at your friend's face scanning for reassurance. There’s no way. There’s no way. Something like this wouldn’t have been overlooked or hidden. He would’ve known. He would’ve told you. He would’ve shown signs as a kid. You look to Osono in fear, suddenly things begin clicking in place. You scramble to open your search engine, typing in Deku classmates. An image of the people you’d met during his movie popping up. Your eyes briefly glance over a tuft of spiky blonde hair, hair you recognized as the assholes. You go back to the search engine, typing in Deku without his mask. Images of your friend fill the screen. There was no doubt, those were his eyes, that was his smile. How had you not noticed it before?

“(Y/N), are you okay? You seriously didn’t know?” Oso had dropped all judgment in her tone. She was looking at you with concern and worry. How did you not know? No wonder he was always so busy, always leaving you with work emergencies. A deep pit of unease settles into your stomach and you search your friends' gaze. That night, when you asked him what was wrong, he told you he was thinking about the hero’s partner who had died. He wasn’t avoiding your question, he was worried, he was worried that you’d become a target. You were an idiot. You bolt out of your chair, throwing all your things in your backpack as quickly as you can. You lift the mug to your mouth chugging as much liquid as you can before placing it back onto the table.

“I have to go,” You tell Oso before bolting out of the coffee shop. You run through the streets to Izuku’s apartment. You don’t even bother knocking, lowering your density and phasing through the door. You look around searching everywhere for him when he’s not here you curse. You pull out your phone, searching for his agency. You dump your bag and laptop on his couch taking back into the street to find him. After several blocks of running, and a block of walking to catch your breath you arrive at his agency.

“Hello, can I help you with something?” The receptionist greets you with a smile.

“Yeah, I need to see Izuku. Deku! uh Deku.” You correct yourself, wringing your hands together and smiling at them. You were still rather out of breath, and frantic.

“Do you have an appointment?” They ask you, clacking away on their keyboard.

“Uh… no?”

“Well unfortunately you won’t be able to see him without an appointment.” They tell you, clearly somewhat annoyed. You didn’t blame them, you were sure that in their eyes you looked like some crazy fan. It was unfortunate that they wouldn’t let you in to see him, but walls had never stopped you before and you were going to see him now. It didn’t matter how crazy you looked to everyone else. You needed to know. How was he a hero? When had he gotten a quirk?

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” The receptionist asks, huffing a little at the end. You glance toward the elevators, she follows your gazing stiffening slightly.

“No, I don’t need help.” You send them a small apologetic smile before dashing toward the elevators. The guards who had been eyeing you jump into action, running to stop you. You feel your quirk begin to activate, feeling yourself become lighter than usual, their hands completely sliding through you. You fly through the closed elevator doors pushing the button for the top floor. Did you know if he was on the top floor, no, but it was as good of a guess as any. You’re not too surprised that when the door opens to the top floor, there’s several heroes and hero sidekicks waiting to apprehend you. This was a problem, but one that could be easily addressed once you found Izuku.

“Ma’am just calm down, we don’t want to hurt you.” Someone calls out to you.

“I’m Izuku’s friend I just need to talk to him for a second,” you try your best to appease them. Did you want to fight a room full of hero’s? No. Would you if that’s what it took? Maybe. The group looks at you unimpressed. You shift foot to foot, trying to figure out the best way to slip past them.

“Let’s go back down to the lobby and we can get it all sorted out.” One of the hero’s you didn’t recognize steps toward you, with his palms up. You look out across the room, just spotting a mop of curly green hair disappear into an office space. He was here after all.

“Okay, I’ll go down to the lobby with you. I’m not trying to cause a commotion.” You smile at the hero, and everyone in the room seems to visibly relax a bit. The hero enters the elevator with you, hitting the close door button.

“You must be a really big fan, to attempt to break in.” He tells you, pressing the button to the ground floor. “I’m glad you’re seeing reason though, I’d hate to arrest a young girl for something as silly as getting an autograph.” The elevator whirs to life, a small chime letting you know it was about to start its descent.

“I’m not a Deku fan.” You tell the hero, who just looks at you with puzzlement. “And I’m sorry about this, but it’s really important.” As the elevator starts its descent you lighten your own density, allowing the ceiling to pass completely through you as you float in the empty elevator shaft. You hear the muffled yell of the hero. You take a deep breath, walking through the air, and through the elevator door. You stick as close to the walls as you can, phasing through desks and plants as you make your way towards Izuku. You phase through the door, hearing shouting and commotion outside. Izuku is sitting at his desk, dressed up in full hero gear. He looks up at you in surprise.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here? How did you get-“ He stops himself, taking notice of the loud commotion outside. A look of dawning realization crosses his features.

“You’re a hero.” Is all you manage to say. He tilts his head, looking at you with those big innocent eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, but before he can someone is bursting through the office door.

“Deku, a crazy fan has snuck into the agency looking for you, they have some sort of permeability quirk.” He then looks at you and jolts.

“I told you I’m his friend, I’m not a Deku fan.” You roll your eyes, at the man, who looks between you and your friend.

“You’re not?” Izuku and the stranger speak at the same time. You look between the two of them flabbergasted.

“No! Well, not no, but not yes, I’m confused!” You groan, rubbing your hands on your face. Izuku stands from his desk, placing a protective hand on your shoulder.

“Weathering, this is (Y/N), she’s a close friend of mine. Now, I don’t know how she managed to outmatch a building full of heroes, but I do intend to find out at our next meeting,” Izuku is smiling at the man, but for some reason it sends chills down your spine. Who knew he could be so intimidating. “Tell everyone to calm down, she’s welcome here anytime.” He dismisses the man with a wave, and the sidekick scrambles to the door face pale. You felt bad for causing such a scene, but you were playing something with higher stakes.

“You’re a hero,” you say again, looking up at him this time. Izuku grabs your hand tugging you gently toward his forgotten office chair, smiling at you.

“Yes?” He pulls you down into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you squirm in his hold.

“Why didn’t you tell me!” You manage to say frustrated and embarrassed.

“Tell you what?” He asks, looking at you with confusion etched in his brow. You growl in exasperation.

“That you were a hero!” As you spill those words Izuku tenses beneath you. Then he’s searching your face, trying to figure you out.

“You didn’t know?” He asks, dumbfounded.

“How would I have known,” you fire back. He looks at you as if you’ve told him you don’t believe in the moon.

“I’m on billboards, and the news? I told you I went to UA, you met all my classmates. I don’t know how you didn’t know.” Izuku is looking at you with guilt plastered all over his face. “I wasn’t trying to hide it from you, I really thought you knew, I'm not a secret.” His hands cup your face, his eyes searching through your own. You stare back at him, lips quivering, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“You, you’re-“ you stumble through your words, the adrenaline that was keeping you going dying down. The pit that had formed in your stomach eating you alive. “You’re quirkless Izuku! You were quirkless, and you were bullied and you cried all the time. Now somehow after all this time, you’re not, and you never even told me!” Izuku wipes away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. You can’t meet his gaze through the salty pools blurring your vision.

“(Y/N) I-“ You break, cutting him off.

“How was I supposed to know! Sure I thought it was odd that you looked like that hero, and you even had the same name. But he had a quirk and you didn’t! Now I look like an idiot. You’re friends must think I’m stupid for fighting with Bakugo, and I look like a complete fool on the news! What kind of idiot tries to save the number one hero! And I must look like a fool to you too,” your bury your face in his chest, not caring if you got tears all over his costume. You couldn’t stand his gaze burning into you any longer. He stills beneath you, before tracing up and down your back with his free hand.

“I’m sorry for not telling you. I honestly forgot that we lost touch before I received my quirk. I honestly expected more questions about being a hero, but you never asked. I understand why now.” He laughs and you can feel the rumbling in his chest beneath you. Your tears die down a little, and you sniffle in response. That only causes him to laugh again. Being this close to him was frying your brain.

“You’re really mean, ya know?” You grumble into his chest. He hums beneath you, the hand stroking your back moving up the fiddle with your hair at the base of your neck. A pleasant shiver wracks itself down your spine.

“How am I mean?” He asks, a smile laced in his tone. You flush bright red, realizing the position you were in.

“You’re playing with my emotions,” You huff, sitting up and trying to pull away from his grasp. He doesn't let you go so easily, one hand wrapping around the low of you back keeping you close to him, the other spread across your thigh, keeping your legs swung up over his arm rest. He gives you a grin, innocent eyes blinking up at you.

“That exactly!” You protest. “You’re really kind and sweet and you let me sleep over at your house and lend me your shirt! And then you walk around half naked and have the gall to get embarrassed and run away, making me think I did something wrong! And then you just ignore me for the better part of the week, and I think I ruined our friendship with my crush. But then I confront you, and you’re all over me again- putting on my face mask, helping me wipe it off. Playing with my hands as I try to paint my nails. Then you say we need to talk, and act like you’re going to break up with me, even though we aren’t even dating. But then you kiss my cheek, like nothing was ever the matter! And then you run away again! And now you’ve coerced me into your lap and made me cry.” Finishing with a huff you finally meet his gaze again to see him completely red in the face. If possible you’re sure you’d see steam rising from his cheeks.

“You make me sound so manipulative,” he mumbles. “I was only trying to flirt with you, since you were so easy to tease, but you never seemed to get the hint. I only stopped when I realized I shouldn’t get so close to you, to keep you safe. I can’t always be around to protect you, and it would be selfish of me to put you in danger because of my own desires, not until we talked it over properly at least. Then you showed me your quirk, and I realized that I didn’t need to worry so much, because you were able to stop that villain on your own.” He rambles on. You pause, before slapping your hand over your mouth.

“The villain wasn’t after you that day,” your eyes widen. “It was aiming for me.” You look at Izuku, who just grins at you back. He leans forward nuzzling his face along your cheek.

“ I suspect he was after you. We were getting close to catching him, we had figured out his identity and everything. I think it was his last attempt at making a name for himself. Even if he wouldn’t have gotten away, he would’ve hurt the number one heros partner. Luckily someone knows how to pack a punch, and sneak into hero agencies it seems.” You flush red, partner, he said partner. There was no way.

“Partner?” You ask, completely forgetting the murder attempt against you.

“Do you not want to date me?” Izuku asks you, worry lacing his tone.

“I suppose it’s a fair payment for the emotional damage you’ve caused me.” You grumble, crossing your arms, cheeks dusted pink. Were you a little upset that he had unintentionally messed with your emotions for so long, yes, but could you blame him, not really.

“Speaking of payment, you still owe me.” His voice is laced with honey, and you narrow your eyes.

“Owe you for?” You ask.

“Getting you out of trouble for unlicensed quirk usage.” His smile is dangerous. You shift in his lap, his utility belt digging into your thighs.

“That was self defense-“ you start to protest before his lips capture your own. He kisses you softly and sweetly, one hand trailing up the outside of your thigh, the other pressing into your back, stopping just below the base of your neck, pulling you closer to him. He pulls back briefly, and you gasp for air, before his lips are on you again. You feel his dense muscles ripple against you. You tentatively trace your hands up his chest, wrapping around his neck. He smiles into your mouth. Then he pulls back from you, a look of utter adoration on his face. You wondered how you’d never noticed it before.

“I’ll consider that payment in full.” He presses a quick kiss against your forehead, standing up and placing you down on wobbly legs. Did you weigh nothing to him? “I still have lots of important hero work to do. So I’ll see you tonight?” He asks you cheeks flushed.

“Yeah, okay, yeah, work- hero work, because you’re a hero,” you laugh, then excuse yourself.

When you exit his office everyone is staring at your flushed out of breath figure with interest. You give a small wave, rushing toward the elevator and flinging yourself inside. When the doors close and you’re out of everyone’s line of sight, you clutch your chest, heart beating a million miles a minute. It was only when you had made it back into his apartment to retrieve your bag that you remembered he hadn’t told you about his quirk, or how he had even gotten it. Hell you didn’t even have time to confess properly before he had kissed you. You collapse onto his couch, burying your face into one of his decorative pillows and screaming.

[fang-wife]

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voyeur | m. izuku 

➳ tags ;; sub!izuku, dom!reader, watching hentai together?, reader is mean and nice </3, quirkless college au!izuku, corruption kink/religious guilt, unprotected sex/creampies, established relationship, afab reader

➳ wc ;; 2.1k

➳ a /n ;; @/sems-diarie made a post abt this a while ago n my brain wouldn’t let it be so. here we are </3 

➳ plot ;; izuku didn’t sneak you into your dorm to watch.. this with you. but he has a habit of letting you do what you like. 

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This is embarassing. 

He knows this is embarassing - more embarassing than he really cares to admit to. He should really know better by now then to let you do as you please. You’re always stringing him along with your schemes and plans and he loses sight of his morals. His standards. 

Then again, he doesn’t have any at this point. The point of him paying for this single dorm was so that he could have space to focus. It wasn’t to sneak you in when his R.A. wasnt looking. Even more then that, it wasn’t to do.. whatever this was. 

It’d be one thing if he was having sex. That’s a normal thing to do in college, to sneak your partner in and smash. But you’re you, and all you ever seem to have planned for him are hair-brained schemes. It’s what this feels like - when you sit on his twin size bed and pat the empty space next to you. The distrust in his expression makes you laugh.. He sighs and does what you’ve asked. 

“What’re you doing?” 

He sounds exasperated. You laugh - too pleasantly for him to be comfortable. You type something into the search bar. Green eyes widen, skin warm and blushing. 

“Wh-what’re you doing?” 

You laugh as you prop the computer on the bed. You grin at him, tucking yourself under his arm. The website mocks him, all black background and animated women with huge tits covering the screen edge to edge. 

“You know something, after you’re done using incognito mode - you’re supposed to switch out to regular search, you know,” you explain. Your hand rests on his thigh. Deku freezes. 

The sound of your voice has always been something of a vice. It gets a little raspy like this - sultry in a way that has him squirming. He doesn’t know what to do. He can feel the heat of your body. 

“Would you know my surprise when I borrow your phone to look up when the convience store closes,” you inch closer, press further “only to see..” 

He knows what you saw before you announce it. His skin feels like it’s on fire, tuning out whatever description you’ve been giving of what he chose to watch. 

Maybe it was the way he was raised - but he always had such a specific sort of guilt towards pornography. Always told himself he shouldn’t watch things like that, shouldn’t touch himself. Izuku had always been a good, well-behaved boy. Done the right thing even when it was hard. 

Meeting you had changed that, changed him. He found his body craving you when he couldn’t control it and he ended up here - watching porn and jerking off with his shirt in his mouth. It’s all come back to haunt him, really. 

“I’m not mad, y’know,” ― and your tone goes soft - it’s assuring enough that Izuku can whimper out an okay, but you’re not done ― “I’m just curious. Can’t we watch it together?,” 

“That’s ― !” 

You flutter your lashes him. 

“That’s?” 

He has a million words that he can say. That he should say. Bad, wrong, immoral. Words that belong at the end of the sentence to describe what he’s doing with you and what he’s considering. 

None of that comes out. 

“That’s.. too much” 

You grin at him. 

“Do you not want too?” 

“..I didn’t say that, it’s just -” 

Your hand squeezes his thigh until your stiletto's dig into them. Your mouth trails his jaw with hot, open mouth kisses until your turning his head to face you. A hand splayed on his face, tongue deep in his mouth. French kissing makes him pant - hands twitching eagerly to touch you. He watches, dazed - the spit trail of saliva that stretches between you two. 

He’s so easy, it’s cute. You press forward with a chaste kiss. 

“Show me what you were watching, Izuku,” 

His hand trembles as he leans forward. He remembers the title - doesn’t know if that’s good or bad. Within seconds, it shows up and he clicks. You lean forward too, observing the tags with a small smile on your face. 

“Milf, NTR, Gangbang,” 

“S-stop reading them!” 

You giggle. 

Without warning - you press play. Izuku finds himself frantic. Worried about the sound, the time, all of it - but you don’t seem to care. The AD comes on and you skip that too. It’s on. A familiar arousal blooms in his chest, the memory of what he’d seen appearing. You settle between his legs, your back pressed to his chest. You bring his hands around your waist.

“Let’s watch ~” 

Izuku face twists with displeasure. The plot nothing to ride home about - a lonely housewife goes out to a club and finds someone to take care of her needs. At first it’s just one stranger at the club - then two, then she’s surrounded and its too much. 

Izuku assumes you’re gonna find him disgusting, but when he looks at your face - you’re smiling, heart-beating in your chest. His eyes blow wide when you take his hand between your legs. You’re wet and you’re letting him touch you and he’s trying his hardest not to show how much he’s shaking. 

A little sigh of pleasure leaves your mouth when Izuku very carefully rubs your clit. It throbs under the pressure of big fingers - you hold his wrist and moan. He can hear the porn in the background but it doesn’t serve to distract him from you. 

“You want me to go n’ get fucked by a bunch of strangers, ‘zuku?” 

He shakes his head furiously. 

“Then you just like watching depraved shit, huh?” 

Unable to argue with you or with the the way his cock twitches and jumps in his jeans, he opts to whine. You can feel his it against your lower-back, the little wet-spot that presses to your thin tshirt. He’s too turned onto think properly - watching the way your body jerks and twitches. 

The woman on screen is stuffed to the brim with cock - it’s all over exaggerated he knows, but he thinks that’s why he likes it. Maybe he just likes the idea of fucking someone that stuffed fulled of cum, how it leaks and pours onto every surface and the way her cunt just seems to take it. And Izuku is such a good, well behaved boy - it’s never crossed his mind to think about doing it to you. 

And no, he doesn’t really want to see you get fucked by so many men but if there were more than one of him he’d be more than inclined to let you. His chest feels tight forgetting to breath. 

He thinks maybe you’re some kind of witch because you always seem to know what he wants before he does. The right way to push all of his buttons. 

“Oh, I see’ ― and he’s afraid of whatever words come out of your mouth next ― “you wanna fuck me full of your cum, Izuku? Wanna know how it feels raw?” 

He moans - loud and shameless and needy against your ear. A breathless laugh leaves your mouth because that’s exactly what he wants. He wants to fuck you full of cum, just picturing how good it might feel. 

You sit up on your knees and bend over a little - pulling short-shorts beneath the curve of your ass and thickest parts of your thigh. Your panties are drenched, clinging to your folds. He inhales sharply, frozen till as you lean forward - pulling them to one side. 

“Take your cock out ‘n fuck me then, baby” ― you challenge, dark and dangerous. Everything about you is so sinful and too tempting for him to ignore. His cock aches ― “Do your best”  

His body moves before he has a proper chance to feel shame. Whatever devils been whispering in his ear (read: you) has won whatever leftover dignity he has left. Without a proper word, his cock stands to attention. His hands are fidgety but they mange to settle on your waist. He guides you down on his dick, bottom lipped pulled between his teeth hard enough to draw blood. 

“Oh, fuck” 

He’s going to cum right away if he doesn’t take a breather. This is the first time he’s feeling you, and it feels so much better than he could understand. The lingering thoughts of the dangerous act silence by how tight and how wet and how willing your pussy is for him. The way your walls twitch - ache shamelessly around his cock. He’s fucking sliding in and out of you - it feels like a special privilege he’s done nothing to earn.

He’s shivering, over and over. When he looks down, he’s not all the way in. He’s not sure if he’s praying to god for the right reason - for forgiveness. All he can think about is how good it feels to be inside and how he absolutely doesn’t want to do anything else. 

“How’s it feel, Izuku?” 

He groans at the sound of your voice, the way you clench down on him and stretch so tightly around his shaft. He’s too wrapped up in the feeling of your cunt - like heaven and silk. 

“F-feels so, so good” 

Part of you thinks you should ride him, but another part of you is more interested in seeing how he fucks you. You snap the laptop closed and push it to the other side of the bed, before flipping around and laying on your back. His cock slips out and he snaps into reality - the way you have your legs in the air and your arms out. 

“I’ll let you fuck me as many times as you want today,” ― your legs reach and wrap around his waist, easily forcing his cock back inside ― “go on,” 

Izuku is a mess, really. His pants are only half-way pulled down and he’s wearing a nerdy graphic t-shirt. He’s borderline in hysterics over how good your pussy feels and can’t do anything other than thank you repeatedly and fuck you with an animalistic need. It’s clumsy like you’d expect, but he makes up for it with sheer enthusiasm. 

His cock is long and pretty - hits every spot you need it too. Izuku fucks you with shallow, sloppy thrusts - so needy and chasing his orgasm. Selfish and inexperienced. Every time he pushes forward, you can feel he’s throbbing. Aching to cum inside and unload. 

You reach a hand between the two of you to finish on your own time - planning on cumming before him. He doesn’t seem to care. 

“Ngh, ohh my god, feel’s’good” 

“Yeah? Gonna cum inside me, handsome? Makin’ such a pretty face for me” 

His stomach churns at the way you call him pretty. It sounds so sweet and adoring - but he knows that you’re a bully. He knows that about but fucks you with all his strength anyways - overly frustrated and fucked out of his mind by the feeling. Like a drug. He likes you so much he feels stupid over it. 

“Yeah, yeah ‘m gonna” 

Your own orgasm washes over you in a pleasant wave, squeezing his cock with force. He gasp and goes faster - all the thoughts washed away from his head. He needs to finish more than he needs anything. More than he needs to sleep for his 6am work-out and 8am class. More than he needs to be quiet because the walls of his dorm are paper thin. More than he needs to exercise self-control, he needs to cum so fuckin bad. 

“Look at me,” 

He follows your command, like always - and you look amused and fucked out just like he is. And Izuku has really never been this into anyone before so seeing you evokes feelings he can’t understand. 

“Oh, fuuck“ 

Briefly he understands that he really just came by looking at you, but nothing really makes sense to him. His eyes are heavy and he’s drooling onto your shoulder, spasming and clinging to your body with the most needy little whimpers. It’s so lewd, how he can feel his cum spurt out and coat your insides and his cock. It’s all so sinful but it feels so good, he can’t bring himself to care. 

“So,” ― you smile, full of mischief ― “if you want to be like that, we’ve got a few rounds to go” 

Izuku splutters at your comment and you laugh. He knows you’re not joking and he whines. You really are a bad influence on him. But with the way his cock is twitching to life again.. 

He might not be any better. 

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[todoscript]

making out until your phone interrupts you two

characters: bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, suggestive

word count: 2.8k+, 850-1000 words per character

warnings: characters are aged up, suggestive and mature content, implied sexual content, minors please beware

author’s note: how did these get as long as they did 

copyright 2021 todoscript, all rights reserved. i do not allow my creations to be published or translated anywhere else.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

As your soft hands brush along the nape of his neck and pinch at strands of ash blond hair, you feel his larger, calloused hands run along your thighs. Your lips come back for each other, hot and needy. Bakugou bites down harshly on your bottom lip, eliciting a squeal that grants him an opening to pry his tongue into your mouth to melt with yours. You follow in the frantic rhythm he sets, barely keeping pace as your grip on the slim fabric of his black tank top wrinkles in your curled fingers. Smirking, his hand runs up the skin beneath your shirt. He finds your squirming all the more amusing the more he rubs and gropes.

“Aw c’mon, babe. No fun if you’re already turning into pudding this fuckin’ early. Show some resistance, why don’t ya?” He eggs you on, but doesn’t cease in his ministrations, and in fact, only makes it harder for you to show any kind of fight. You detach your lips from his, pouting profusely with a scrunched nose. He looks back at you, expression sly and slick, well aware of what he’s doing. Well, you’re going to be sure he doesn’t get the last laugh.

Shifting all your weight onto his upper body, you move him over to lay down on the couch. He peers at your form towering above him, curious as to how you go about turning the tables against him tonight. His palms are flat on your thighs, remaining there as you settle your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. You move your head down so your lips can touch and Bakugou cranes his neck slightly to meet you in the middle. However, a clamor sounding from a phone on the coffee table sends a rift in the atmosphere you’ve established and the incessant chime captures both of your attention. Your eyes go wide before blinking in realization that it’s your phone that’s going off right now.

Much to Bakugou’s dismay, you begin moving off of him. You get up to reach for your ringing phone, but his hand grabbing your wrist is faster.

“Don’t you dare answer it,” Bakugou orders, failing to suppress the blunt annoyance in his tone.

“What if it’s an important call from work?”

Hearing your response, he begrudgingly lets go of your wrist, sitting back on the couch, and grumbling beneath his breath.

“Fuck, it better not take long then.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him. You take a glance at the screen before pressing the green icon and nestle your phone next to your ear.

As you converse with the person on the other line, the blond is glaring knives at the device, no doubt mentally sending curses to whichever asshole decided to interrupt the mood just when things were starting to get good. Now he’s contemplating as to why he was generous enough to let you answer the damn phone in the first place. Shoulda just chucked that thing into the next room, left to be forgotten as the two of you would’ve been occupied with much more important matters.

In retaliation with his thoughts, he abruptly pulls your body into his lap, legs on either side of his thighs, straddling him. Being so occupied with your phone call, you don’t have much opportunity to comment on his behavior. In fact, Bakugou actually doesn’t allow you any opportunity.

Without warning, he plants his mouth on your neck, proceeding to nibble and suckle with just the right amount of pressure that makes you jolt in his lap. A small squeak leaves you, the noise eluded by the other person on the line thanks to you shifting your phone away from your mouth in time. You glare at the blond, silently asking with pointed brows what the hell he thought he was doing. But Bakugou only finds amusement in your struggles.

“Go on, keep talking, princess,” he mumbles loud enough for only you to hear and you feel his lips curl against your skin. You notice his hands busying themselves, tugging at the hem of your shirt, but despite that, you can’t do anything but continue with your conversation, unless you want your caller to start suspecting you’re undergoing other… activities as you were speaking to them.

You are so gonna get it later, mister. You mentally note your promises of retribution before returning to the chat while trying to ignore Bakugou’s mischief to the best of your ability.

After powering through the next couple of minutes of exchanges—your replies hastening and voice hitching whenever Bakugou’s ministrations became impatiently persistent—you finally say your hurried goodbyes, hitting the end call button.

That acts as Bakugou’s cue to pounce on you. He swipes your phone right from your fingertips and tosses it half-hazardously on the couch, out of your reach.

“Katsuki, you—!”

The moment you open your mouth to say something in retort, your words are cut off. Bakugou’s lips slot with yours to resume your intimate lip-lock, even more intense than earlier by how he barely allows you to draw a single breath.

“Oh no you don’t. No fucker is going to interrupt us this time, I’m going to make sure of that,” is the last he says before hoisting you up from your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist, and leading you both to your bedroom.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Entering your living room, Midoriya finds you lounging on the couch with the TV on, curled up with a blanket and watching the latest episode of a show you’ve been following. He stretches out his muscles as he approaches you, body aching at every extension of his limbs. With his groans sounding rather exasperated, you face in his direction.

“Tired?” you question as Midoriya takes a seat beside you.

“Yeah, just a bit. The villains keep getting tougher these days,” he answers, cracking his knuckles, craning his neck to relieve a particular spot that’s been bothering him. You open up the blanket to let him take refuge in your warm haven and he scoots closer to you.

As expected of being the Number One Hero, his duties to the populace only grow more challenging with each passing moment. But he knows better than to complain about the job he was so heavily entrusted to by All Might. Besides, nothing beats saving the day and putting a smile on every citizen’s face. Well, nothing… except maybe spending time with you at the end of the day.

“I’m proud of you though, Izuku. You’ve been working so hard lately,” you say sweetly as your hand goes to massage Midoriya’s neck, rubbing at just the right areas that make him relax beneath your touch. “So proud of you.”

“Y-Yeah?” Midoriya doesn’t mean to stutter, but he fights back a groan when your fingers slowly travel up to his scalp.

“Yeah…” Your voice is tenderly hushed between you two, leaning in closer, to the point where your faces are seconds from touching. With your fingers still twined in his curly green hair, you angle him ever so slightly to meet the smoldering look in your eyes. It doesn’t take much for him to mirror the expression, eyes growing equally lidded and just as desirable. Then, before you had even realized it, you both closed the distance.

Tongue and teeth immediately clash. Midoriya is quick to overpower you as you let out a giggle, being forced to lay back on the couch. With your show inevitably about to be forgotten, the green-haired male smoothly reaches for the remote on your side before pointing the off button at the TV and tossing it to the ground.

He cradles your head from behind to bring your lips impossibly closer. Your hands remain laced through unruly emerald strands, occasionally tugging at his scalp, evoking a hum that vibrates between your lips coming together again and again.

When you finally separate after a rather lengthy session of lip-locking, your breaths are ragged—faces hot. He stares down at you, transfixed by your swollen, plush lips that he wishes to dive down again for more kisses.

“God, what did I ever do to deserve you?” he asks—a rhetorical question, but you smile at it nonetheless.

“I should be asking you that, Number One Hero.” You cup his face in your hands, thumb delicately brushing against those endearing freckles of his as you’re about to pull him down again.

But, just as your eyes close, waiting for your mouths to meet, the world splits open at a blaring echo crashing upon you. You abruptly halt your movements, watching as Midoriya does the same, eyes blown wide. You both turn your heads in the direction of the sound coming from the phone next to the kitchen.

“The phone…” Midoriya murmurs, wondering who would be calling at this hour. But upon glancing over at the wall clock, you remember something. It was actually around that time you were expecting a phone call from a friend of yours anyway. It had entirely slipped your mind after being so caught up in your make-out session with him.

“Sorry, Izuku. It’s probably for me,” you inform, an apologetic smile on your face as he slowly gets off you, allowing you to cease the ringing in the distance.

Sitting up on the couch, he watches you traverse to the kitchen, his elbows resting on his thighs. He drops his head into his hands, noticing his leg hopping up and down restlessly. It’s hard to come down from his high after getting worked up like that, and with that phone call appearing out of nowhere, he’s not sure what to do with himself other than not to get too excited.

Despite that, Midoriya musters the most patience as he possibly can. I mean, the amount of times you’ve been interrupted by Midoriya’s own urgent calls coming from his agency warrants him to exercise some self-restraint, knowing how riled up you could get at times, yet still kindly letting him go about his work like the saint you are.

But after a long day of patrolling the city and defeating foes, all Midoriya desires at the moment is to drown in all the love you have to offer him and leave everything behind to think of only you and him together. He overhears your conversation due to the silence spread across your living space, making out bits and pieces but never taking the time to distinguish the topic of your discussion.

No good, he thinks. Midoriya resigns to the fact he simply can’t keep as still as he would like, already getting up from the couch to seek you out. When he finds you, you’re laughing into the phone, likely finding whatever your friend said humorous, but when he wraps his arms around you, you jerk in surprise, that same laughter replaced by a quiet squeal. You feel Midoriya’s head tuck itself in the space linking your neck and shoulder, planting a single delicate kiss on the exposed skin. He glances at you, emerald eyes gleaming in a silent plea.

You smile in reply, understanding what he wants as you hold up a finger to tell him to give you a moment. “Um, sorry, I’ll have to call you back later. There’s something I have to do right now,” you say into the phone and after exchanging farewells, dismiss the call.

Turning in his arms, you come face-to-face with the relieved look in his eye. “Baby couldn’t wait?”

He releases a sigh, smiling warily. “You know I can never wait when it comes to you.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

Fresh and clean out of the shower, you toss your towel around your slightly damp hair as you walk into the bedroom. Todoroki is already there waiting for you, sitting on the edge of your shared futon while checking something on his phone. Upon hearing your footsteps, he glances up, and smiles as soon as your eyes find each other. He clicks his phone off and sets it to the side before beckoning you over with spread arms.

You kneel in front of him and lean into his comforting embrace. His body is just the right temperature against you that soothes the heat abiding your skin from your steamy shower. Feeling you melt into his chest, he tilts his head, pressing his nose into your hair, and notes the fragrant scent of your shampoo that harmoniously washes over his senses.

“You smell… nice,” he comments, nuzzling his nose to your neck.

Honey… and vanilla…

You giggle at the tickling sensation. “I would hope so, considering I just took a shower.” Todoroki hums at your humor, lifting his head to find your eyes. He takes a moment to pay every detail its utmost attention, from your misty hair to the warmth flushed on your cheeks as his knuckles graze over your skin. You look away from his punctilious gaze, his gray and turquoise eyes making you feel small.

That won’t do, he thinks.

Before you can even process his actions, he leans forward to capture your lips. Taken by surprise, a faint sound floats above your mouth that is quickly swallowed by him.

Again… and again… and again.

As you let yourself surrender to the fervent kisses, Todoroki maneuvers you two onto your futon, where he hovers over you, lips never once parting throughout your movements. You hum in delight when his tongue immerses itself in your mouth. The gratuitous feeling doesn’t stick for long though.

A ringing sound resonates above the futon, and your attention is immediately diverted. Your motions falter beneath him, causing you to fall off beat now that your mind has one more thing to worry about. On the other hand, Todoroki is least bit concerned over the noise, unrelentingly nibbling at your lips to try and elicit more sweetness from them. Unfortunately, his fun is cut short as you lay your hand on his chest, lightly pushing him away so he removes his mouth from you.

“Shouto... My phone.”

Todoroki glances at the phone in question before returning to your form, disheveled under him. He gives you a look of indifference. “It can wait,” he states simply, about to dive down to resume what he started, but you don’t concede so easily.

“It could be important,” you reason.

Releasing a sigh, Todoroki allows you some space to turn over on your stomach and reach out for your phone, the chiming desisting as you answer it and greet whoever decided to call you at this time of night.

The conversation you’re having flies over Todoroki’s head. The only thing on his mind right now is you finishing the call and continuing where you two left off, praying it won’t take long.

However, eventually his impatience gets the best of him. His eyes wander the room simply to return to you—laying with your upper body propped on your pillow as you hover the phone next to your ear. He peeks at the small droplet of water trailing your hair just before it falls atop the skin of your neck. He seems almost mesmerized by it as it begins its trek down your collarbones, reveling in the enticing sight despite how ordinary it must be to the common eyes. For him, it just makes things all the more difficult to sit still.

Needy and with little to do, he shifts toward you.

“Right, and I– Ah!” your sentence slips on you mid-speech as you feel something cold touch the nape of your neck.

“Y/n? Everything alright?” your caller asks, static voice laced with concern that you almost overlook when the chilling sensation on your neck returns. You turn your head and discover Todoroki bending forward to place his lips repeatedly on your neck. You can’t tell if his lips are particularly colder than usual or if you’re still a little heated from your shower. Either way, the heightened sensitivity raises goosebumps on your skin.

“I-I’m fine! I just bumped into something, is all!” you reply, though your voice pitches, feeling Todoroki’s equally cool hands graze your back under your shirt.

“Oh, please be careful! The fatigue must be catching up with you after such a long day, and I did call you at a pretty late time, huh? Tell you what, we can talk about this again tomorrow morning so you can get your rest for the night, okay?”

You are beyond grateful for the convenience bestowed to you. Though, you honestly think resting is surely the last thing on a certain someone’s mind right now.

“Right! Thank you..! Have a good night!” With that, you promptly end the call. Repositioning onto your back, you cross eyes with Todoroki, making a point at hardening your expression and seeming offended. Though the man knows it’s more so a facade than anything and that you’re not actually angry at him.

“Oh, you..!” You emphasize your words with a bump of your fist against his shoulder, albeit with minimal strength.

He chuckles at your pouty lips, leaning down for a peck before moving some hair out of your face. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he admits, the curve of his lips bordering on a smirk and a genuine smile that you find hard to be mad at.

“Shall we resume where we left off then?”

[katonshoko]

Warnings : fem reader, snarky katsuki, future pussy whisperer deku, dirty talk, pussy eating

This is brought to you by Jo's deku poll :)

You feel like you're about to combust any minute now, your fingers tangled on the sheets gripping them so tight and your chest heaves as you feel the heat emanating from your body, or is it the heat that radiates off your boyfriend who's behind you? Or is it because of the green haired hero's warm breath that hits your inner thighs? You really don't care though. You feel embarrassed and so flustered, but again, none of that fucking matters, why? cuz your lust trumps everything else you feel right now.

Katsuki nips at your shoulders from behind, his fingers twisting and circling your clit, lightly tapping on it with two of em. Izuku shifts on the bed, clearly frustrated that he can't touch you.

"Get closer Deku, her pussy looks so fucking good doesn't it?" Izuku tries to bring his greedy fingers up to your cunt, but he's only reprimanded by your boyfriend with a growl "what did I fucking say? No touching, idiot." Katsuki continues to circle and press his fingers on your hard nub drawing messy, slow designs on it. You can't keep your whimpers at bay but none of the boys are complaining. Katsuki loves the fact that you moan because of him, that you moan for him and not for shitty deku. If Deku is going to make you moan, he'll have to do it on Katsuki's terms.

If Izuku wants a taste or a touch, he has to work for it and Katsuki is gonna make sure he stays patient till he says you can cum on his freckled face. This is what Izuku wanted anyway isn't it? He wanted to know how to please a woman, he wanted to know what he can do, where he can touch. So why should Katsuki give him the satisfaction of giving him anything more? Izuku should be grateful that he's able stay between your legs while your cunt clenches around air and your clit throbs under your boyfriend's teasing touches.

But Katsuki wonders what it would be like if you were to be touched by Izuku, would you moan for him like you did for your boyfriend? Would you cum? Would Izuku make you squirt? Katsuki knows he's been watching. If anyone knows how good of an observer and a fast learner Deku is, it's Katsuki. A devious thought crosses the blond's mind and he smirks at the pathetic way his childhood friend drools at the sight of your messy cunt.

"Can you smell her? Don't you think she has a perfect fucking pussy?" Katsuki smirks against your ear, the words coming out of him are loud enough for Izuku to hear. The poor boy can only gulp and nod and Katsuki removes his hand from your pussy, pushing you forward with his body, his chest weighing against your back. With the same slick covered hand he grips Izuku's face. "Oi, I asked you a fucking question, nerd"

Izuku stumbles on his words, completely bewildered by the fact that Kacchan's slick covered fingers are on his face. "Sh-she does" is all he can say before Katsuki abruptly pulls his face closer to your pussy, his lips grazing your slit, to which you bite your lip, and your eyes fly up to see Katsuki's face, a sinister smile plastered on his face as he runs his tongue on his lower lip.

"I showed you where her clit is, now start licking and make my girl cum"

[crikeygatormate]

I Will Always Return (Pt.5)

Summary: You were the daughter of the mayor of Wrywood back when the wild west was more than just a movie genre. Your father was a sly politician who managed to find himself stuck between a rock and a hard place with a large crime group that resided in the city and the west’s most notorious group of outlaws. Somehow you find yourself stuck in the middle.

Warning: PLEASE READ :) Dark themes, violence, blood, guns, gun violence, graphic death, character death x2, hair pulling (not in a fun way), near-death experience, alcohol mention, trashy father smh, typos (If I missed any please let me know!)

This was really hard to write, probably cause I got the end figured out and I didn't want to rush anything, but I hope yall like it :)This part is a little shorter just so the last part can have everything together. Thank you all for the support too, it makes me so happy to see everyone liking it! Warms my cold heart

Part 6!

Part Five

You didn’t talk for the majority of the ride back to your town. Izuku talked some, glancing back at you every once and a while to make sure you were still awake. Not like you would be able to fall asleep. You were nervous about what was going to happen in the next couple of hours.

There was no telling what Keigo would do once he got his hands on you. Would he really just check to see if you matched the wanted posters, or would he do something worse? You gulped as the wiser part of your brain whispered that you should have never returned to Bakugou after you parted ways.

“How ya holdin’ up?” Izuku’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Alright,” you answered, frowning as you both passed over White Tail River. The water had gone down significantly since that day Bakugou had planned for you both to cross.

“You sure?” Izuku asked as his horse trotted up the bank and back on to the prairie.

You sighed, “well no. Not really, which is pretty obvious.”

Izuku’s face warmed and he turned back around to maneuver his horse through the treeline. “Right, sorry, stupid question.”

“It’s fine,” you muttered, watching the night sky start to morph into the colors of dawn. The sky was turning hot pink just like yesterday. Which meant there was another storm coming. You almost felt like the recent weather was reflecting your storm of emotions. You sighed, “so you think this plan is gonna work?”

Izuku nodded, “it should. Keigo doesn’t know I am still in contact with Bakugou. So, he shouldn’t be suspicious when I come to take you away.”

Your stomach churned at the thought of being with Keigo again. There really was no telling what was gonna happen. Even though Izuku’s words comforted you a little, you had a gut feeling that something would go wrong.

“I’ll keep you safe, Y/n,” Izuku told you seriously as your small town came into view. He stopped his horse and turned his head to look at you, “I’m bein’ serious.”

You blinked, almost wishing to shrink away from his intense gaze. It was a relief to hear how serious he was, but a part of you wished you were staring into a pair of red eyes instead of green ones. “Thank you.”

Izuku smiled at you before urging his horse forward again. It didn’t take long for your hometown to appear in the distance. In a way, you were happy to see the town and all of its little shops and stores. You could see that there were a few people milling around, probably getting some early morning groceries from the market.

As you got closer you began to notice your face was plastered on almost all the storefronts, with your bounty posted at the bottom. You gulped, making eye contact with the drawing. They made you look ferocious, eyes wild, a large grin. It didn’t even look like you.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your home. Even though it’s roughly been three weeks since you’ve last seen it, a lot has changed. Your garden was dead, all the plants were ripped out by the root. Your belongings were scattered on the front lawn.

It stung to see how easy it was for your family to believe the lies that Keigo had spread. With a sigh, you slid off the side of Izuku’s horse and he briefly followed you. With a sigh you looked up at Izuku with furrowed brows, “you think this will work?”

Izuku waited a moment before nodding, “yeah it will. I’ll see you soon, try not to worry, okay?” With that, he turned his horse and cantered back to town.

You nodded, having to believe that the plan would work. You had faith in Izuku. He was a good man and you trusted him. You came to a stop outside your front door and held your breath as you knocked on the door.

Within seconds the door was opened, revealing your father. He looked worse for wear. Pekid and sweaty. His clothes were frumpy and the stench of alcohol slammed into your senses. His eyes lit up at the sight of you and a drunken smile crossed his features, “I knew you would show up here you terrible creature.”

You frowned, feeling your chest tighten at his words.”Just get on with it. Go get your fucking money.”

Your father grinned as he slinked back into the dark house and reappeared with some rope and harshly tied it around your wrists, making you wince. He shut the door behind him as he began to walk you to town. “That outlaw close by?” he asked, his gaze shifting across the horizon, “watchin’ me?”

You kept your mouth shut, refusing to even acknowledge his question.

“Bet he sent you back to make me give him his money,” your father cackled, shaking his head as hysterical laughter bubbled from his lips, “like hell I’ll do that. I’m gettin’ the hell out of this town, far away from here,” he muttered.

Your eyebrows furrowed at your father’s paranoia. He looked like he had lost his mind. “Why are you leaving?” you asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

“You think I’m going to stay here after the town found out about my scandal? They want nothin’ to do with me, the house is getting taken by the bank in a week's time. Not to mention, I’ll have my own bounty soon once enough people come forward as witnesses from the party,” he grumbled, shaking his head.

“Serves you right,” you spat, “you think you deserve anything good after what you did?”

“I did what I needed to do,” your father shot back, trying to hold onto what little dignity he had left.

“Whatever, I hope you rot,” you snapped as you came to a stop outside of the sheriff’s office.

Your father laughed, it was dry, “the only one of us that will be rotting is you, my dear.”

You were seething as you watched your father open the door to the sheriff's office. He yanked you in, causing you to stumble in after him.

The door shut behind you and you immediately locked eyes with Keigo. He was sitting behind the desk with his boots propped up. He looked terrifyingly calm as his golden gaze danced between you and your father.

Slowly you watched as he began to grin, his lips pulled up into his cheeks with a sense of malice at the sight of you tied next to your father. He moved quickly from his seat, long limbs retracting from the table as he stood up.

You shivered, feeling your heart leap into your mouth as he continued to watch you. There were only two things in this world that made you feel like you should drop everything and run. Those were spiders and Keigo Takami.

In fact, Keigo reminded you of a spider. He was cunning, building a web of lies that he would entrap his prey in. And at the first sense of danger, he would recoil back into his web, waiting for the right moment to strike.

He never walked over to you, deciding to stay in the shadows by the side of the desk instead. It made you nervous as you watched his gaze dance between you and your father. It was like he knew this was a setup.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” Keigo finally said.

Your father laughed, it was loud and forced, “she came back all on her own, probably knew it was best to turn herself in.”

Keigo hummed, standing from his seat and making his way over to you both. “Is that so?”

Your father nodded aggressively, “it is. Now, this is her right? The one that killed your comrade?”

Keigo narrowed his eyes, outstretching his hand to grip your chin between his cold fingers. “I think so.”

You tried to recoil, but he held your face steady as he dug his fingers into your cheeks, his nails making small crescents on your skin.

“Oh yes, this her,” Keigo concluded, a grin of satisfaction stretching across his face.

“Good good, now where is my money?” your father asked, letting go of your rope and rubbing his palms together.

“Let's not be hasty now,” Keigo said, glancing back at the door that led to the sheriff’s personal office.

“I don’t have time to wait, just take her and be done with it,” your father snapped, growing restless.

Keigo sighed, looking rather annoyed, “you people make things so hard for me.” Just like before you watched frozen as Keigo yanked out his pistol and pressed it into your father's forehead. “Walk,” he hissed as he bent down to quickly grab your rope.

“Whoa!” your father hissed, eyes wide as he almost fell back, “the hell are you doin’!”

“Shut the fuck up old man unless you want a bullet in the head,” Keigo snapped as he kicked the back of your father's knees making him stumble towards the back office.

“Okay! Okay!” your father choked stumbling towards the back door.

“What are you doing!” you hissed, yanking back on your rope, eyes wide. Did your entire plan fall through? How did Keigo know something wasn’t right. Bakugou and the others weren’t even here.

Keigo ignored you, herding your father into the back office. The door opened and your eyes immediately started to water at the scent of death. It hung heavy in the air making you cough.

“Hell,” your father coughed, seeing the crumpled body of your sheriff shoved in the back corner of his office, “you did this?” he asked, eyes wide as he stared up at Keigo.

Keigo grinned, shoving your father to the floor, next to the body. “Oh no, I didn’t do anything. It’s all her fault,” he said while shaking his head, “just like with Tokoyami, right Y/n?”

“Don’t do this,” you croaked, not even able to look at the body. You have known the sheriff since you were little. He was a nice man, a good one. Saved your town plenty of times from criminals. He was older now but still had enough kick in him to fight off crime.

But not Keigo.

“Y/n didn’t do this, it’s obvious you killed Toshinori,” your father babbled, his gaze shifting between you and Keigo until he finally realized that you were in fact innocent.

“Oh yes she did, after killing Tokoyami, Y/n seems to have a thirst for blood now,” Keigo began as he pressed his pistol harder into your father’s forehead. “She came back home to get rid of her father, which the whole town knows you two despise each other, especially now.” He shrugged, golden eyes shifting to Toshinori’s body, “and little ole’ sheriff got in the way, she had to take him out too.”

“Please Keigo,” you choked out, grabbing at his arm, but he promptly shoved you away from him, hard. You stumbled falling back against the wall with a thud. You hated your father, but this… this was something you didn’t want to watch again.

“Beggin’?” Keigo leered, his golden eyes were wide with bloodlust, “now that’s not like you? Where’s your fight?”

“Y/n,” your father said between quick breaths, “don’t do anything, give em’ what he wants.”

You sniffled, and shook your head, “I can’t, I let him do this once, I can’t let him do it again.” So you stood up, not sure what to do except charge at Keigo and try to knock him over, maybe wrangle the pistol out of his hand.

You slammed into Keigo with a grunt, trying your best to fight back but all he did was laugh and easily pull you back from his side. How could you think that you could take him on? After all, he was trained in combat.

“Nice try,” Keigo cooed, yanking your head away from his side by your hair, “I can see why you’ve caught his attention, haven’t met too many people with so much spirit.”

Your mouth soured as you stared up at Keigo. This whole time, he knew that this was a plan. Knew that you were with Bakugou, even if it was for only a little bit. How could you be so naive to think that he didn’t know? Someone who has evaded the law after so long was surely cunning. “Keigo please, I don’t know why you’re doin' this?”

Keigo hummed, yanking your head back further to see the fear glint in your eyes, “I’m doin’ it because I like it. I like the chase, I like seein’ people squirm. You all are so easy to fool, walkin’ around like sheep.”

“You’re terrible,” you spat, reaching up to dig your nails into his forearm, “Bakugou’s gonna get you, all of them are.”

“Oh, you think so?” Keigo chuckled darkly, “I don’t, Bakugou is always two steps behind and far too late. He always has been, and always will be.”

You narrowed your eyes as Keigo yanked you up by your hair, making you yelp.

“Now, where was I?” Keigo hummed, turning his attention back to your father, “right, well best get to it.”

You screamed as your father mouthed out an apology before he shut his eyes. The shot fired and you flinched as blood sprayed your face. You never wanted this to happen. Not again. Another death blamed on you. Before you could register what was happening you were being dragged out of the sheriff’s office like a limp doll.

Keigo opened the door and was surprisingly met face to face with Izuku who was about to knock. For the first time since you’ve seen Keigo, he was caught off guard. “Izuku?”

Izuku’s gaze snapped to you, tracking the thick blood that was sliding down your skin. “Keigo,” he said, his voice even.

“What brings you here?” Keigo asked, shutting the door behind him and placed his hand back on the handle of his pistol.

Izuku’s gaze snapped away from you, not missing Keigo’s hand now on his pistol. “Just passin’ through, thought I’d pay Toshinori a visit.”

Keigo hummed, a bead of sweat rolled down his temple. “Toshinori’s out. Had me lock up the office, takin’ this one to the county prison.”

Izuku swallowed thickly, “I see.”

The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. The two men before you seemed locked in some sort of standoff and before you knew it, Izuku had yanked your rope out of Keigo’s hands and pulled you behind him, all while pulling out his pistol and pointing it at Keigo. “Don’t move,” Izuku hissed, backing down the steps.

Keigo sighed, scratching the side of his head, “well maybe you got the jump on me this time.”

You gripped Izuku’s shirt tightly between your fingers as you watched Keigo with wide eyes. Did you and Izuku actually catch Keigo off guard? You felt Izuku’s muscles tense beneath your fingers as Keigo began climbing down the steps.

There was a feeling of impending danger in the air. You knew, Izuku knew it, hell the whole town knew it. You could see the stores around you start to shut their windows and lock their doors. The streets were starting to empty and before you knew it both men were standing in the street, about six feet apart watching each other closely.

“What’d he do?” Izuku hissed at you, not taking his eyes off Keigo.

“He killed Toshinori and my,” you paused, feeling your throat tightened, “he killed my father. It seems like he knew we were comin’.”

“Shit,” Izuku said quietly, “how the hell did he know we were comin’?”

You shook your head trying to push down your growing panic. “I don’t know.”

Keigo looked relaxed in front of you both, tense, but relaxed. Which was unnerving. It was almost like he had his own plan. Your eyes widened in realization. Keigo had told you he’s always been two steps ahead of Bakugou and he could never catch up. Why was that?

You gulped, that only meant one thing, he wasn’t working alone.

“Izuku, we need to leave, Keigo, he’s not working alone, he’s-” you began but you were promptly cut off when a pistol was pressed into your lower back.

“He’s got a partner,” a familiar voice spoke from behind you.

You and Izuku both turned your heads to see Denki Kaminari standing behind you both. He yanked out another pistol and pointed it at Izuku’s forehead.

“Kaminari?” Izuku breathed out, still keeping his pistol pointed at Keigo, “why?”

Kaminari shrugged, he looked pissed. “I was gettin’ sick of working under Bakugou, havin’ him piss all on me. Takes me for granted he does, always callin’ me useless. Do I look useless now?” he hissed.

“I can’t believe it,” Izuku hissed, “you know what this bastard has done and you’re working with him?”

Kaminari shrugged, “like you haven’t killed anyone, Izuku. You’re not clean.”

“Never in cold blood,” Izuku snapped back, “the hell do you want with us?”

“We don’t want either of you,” Keigo said from behind you, taking the opportunity to move because Izuku was distracted. Before either, you or Izuku could move Keigo had shot Izuku in the shoulder making him drop his pistol on the ground.

You flinched and immediately went to grab Izuku’s side as he screamed, grabbing his shoulder with his free hand. “Izuku!” you shouted trying to remain calm as Kaminari yanked you away from your friend. “If you want Bakugou why are you attacking us!”

Keigo chuckled, shaking his head, “you’re a little dim aren’t you?”

You bared your teeth at him as you watched Izuku sink to the ground, blood starting to pool from his shoulder.

Keigo shook his head again, “I’ve known Bakugou a long time, and I know how much that one means to him,” he explained, looking towards Izuku and then back at you, “and now my good pal here has told me that you mean a good deal to him now too. So why wouldn’t I take the two people he seems to care about the most?”

“He won’t come, he’s not stupid,” you hissed.

“Oh he will,” Kaminari said, yanking you up closer to him, “in fact, they should all be here soon. Honestly, can’t thank you enough for making this easier with the plan you told us last night. Killed two birds with one stone.”

“You asshole,” you snapped, turning to look at Kaminari, “you’re gonna get it when he gets you.”

Kaminari laughed loudly and shook his head. He decided to not answer you and instead pick you up and slung you over his shoulder. “You got Izuku?” Kaminair said to Keigo.

Keigo nodded, and he bent and surprisingly hoisted Izuku onto the back of his horse.

“Wait!” you shouted, kicking at Kaminari as you tried to squirm out of his grasp as he hastily tied another set of ropes around your ankles with one hand, “the hell are you doin?”

“Shut up,” Kaminari hissed as he threw you over the back of his palomino and got into the saddle.

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You rode to the edge of town and to your horror both of them stopped by the train tracks. Even though you fought back, it still wasn’t enough to overpower either man as they tied you and Izuku together on the tracks.

“When’s the train comin’?” Keigo asked as he finished stuffing a bandana into your mouth.

“Thirty minutes, give or take,” Kaminari answered with a shrug, “Bakugou knows they’ll be here.”

You squirmed in your restraints trying to find a way to wiggle out. A scream of frustration tore through you as you yanked on the restraints again. The sun was hot and glaringly bright as it reached its peak point in the sky.

Which meant it was noon.

You knew the train always came through your town shortly after rnoon.

You squirmed again, tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried for the hundredth time to yank out of your restraints. You needed to get out of here and save Izuku. Your heart broke thinking of your friend tied against you. You could feel his blood soaking into your shirt, the one he bought you.

He wasn’t moving behind you, which had you worried. Was he still alive? Or was he passed out? This was all your fault, you should have never made him come with you. If only you knew how to fight well enough. More tears leaked out of your eyes as you kicked again, feeling the train rails start to rumble.

This was the end then? Used a piece in Keigo’s chessboard to get to Bakugou? You had no idea why he even wanted Bakugou. He was a man possessed it seemed.

You shut your eyes, feeling the ground vibrate. At least you tried. You really did, you fought all the way up to the end. You exhaled, bunching your muscles as the vibrations grew louder.

The sound of gunshots echoed around you and you opened your eyes to see two horses leap over the train tracks next to you. Your eyes were wide as you noticed Kirishima and Mina take off after Keigo and Kaminari.

Two more horses skidded to halt next to you, briefly rearing as their hooves slammed down in front of your face. Sero was the first off his grey horse, scrambling to Izuku’s side as he began slicing through the rope.

You blinked and Bakugou was suddenly in front of you, swearing up a storm as he yanked out his hunting knife and began sawing through the rope.

“Fuck, hurry up Sero, the train’s almost here,” Bakugou barked, his red gaze jumping to the train that was starting to grow closer to all of you.

“I know!” Sero hissed, glancing at his hands covered in blood, “one of them is hurt bad.”

Bakugou and you finally locked eyes and he yanked the bandana out of your mouth and tossed it to the side.

“It’s Izuku, Keigo shot him in the shoulder, his left one,” you said quickly, your voice was hoarse.

The train was so close that the tracks were starting to rattle, and the conductor yanked on the whistle, and stuck his head out of the side, screaming at all four of you to get off the tracks.

Your heart was slamming in your chest as Bakugou began working on the knots on your legs, and now that your hands were free you were hastily helping him as best you could.

Sero finally got Izuku out of his restraints and yanked him to the side of the railroad, ripping off his flannel to look at his wound. You glanced back at Bakugou, who was still struggling to get your ankles untied.

“There’s no time,” you breathed out, the train would hit you in less than a minute now, “Bakugou.”

“Shut the hell up,” he snapped, his voice catching as he cut through another rope.

“Bakugou,” you hissed, your eyes watering as the horn whistled again.

With one final tug, he got you loose and quickly yanked you off to the side just as the train flew past you both. The sound of the train passing screamed in your ears as you briefly shut your eyes. If Bakugou had taken a second longer both of you would have been hit and gone in a matter of moments. He held you close to him, one large hand was pressed against the back of your head, keeping you close to his chest and the other was circled around your waist. He had you turned too, tucked away from the train as it sprayed gravel against his back as it passed.

As fast as the train came, it was gone, leaving behind a rush of wind and you kept your face pressed against Bakugou’s chest, breathing heavily as your adrenaline started to fall.

“Look at me,” Bakugou’s deep voice rumbled in his chest.

You looked up, feeling some of your hurt from yesterday rebloom in your chest. His rejection. You haven’t had time to think about it, for obvious reasons, but having him here now looking down at you was hard. Albeit you owed him your life now.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, bringing both hands to cup your face as he turned your head, his eyes narrowing at the blood on your face.

You shook your head, “I’m okay, Izuku is he okay?” you asked, breaking your eye contact with Bakugou to look at Sero who was looking grim.

“He needs a doctor, it’s not a clean shot. He’s lost a lot of blood,” Sero said seriously.

“There’s one in town, it’s right next to the courthouse, you can’t miss it,” you said quickly, bringing your hands up to pull Bakugou’s away from your face. “There’s an old lady there, Chiyo, she’ll take care of him.”

Bakugou frowned, glancing away from you and to Sero, “take him there, make sure he doesn’t die, Sero.”

“No promises,” Sero said as he hoisted Izuku on the back of his horse before getting back on his, “you better get on after Mina and Kirishima, I’m sure they’ll be needin’ an extra hand or two,” he said and the to your shock he tossed you his pistol.

You scrambled to catch it and let out a sigh when you caught the heavy weapon. With that Sero kicked his horse's sides and took off towards the town.

Then it was just you and Bakugou alone.

“What happened?” you asked, breaking the brief silence, “with Kaminari?”

Bakugou’s face twisted up in pure anger at the mention of Kaminari, “fucker took off right after you and Izuku. While I was…distracted,” he said, rushing to the end of his sentence quickly before continuing, “left a note that Mina found in the stables the next morning.”

“I’ve never liked him, ever since he shot at me,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Bakugou huffed, “I shoulda known right when he shot at you, he was not one of us, no one else would have done that.”

“What makes you say that?” you asked truthfully, “I was runnin’ away, anyone could have shot at me.”

Bakugou shook his head, “nah, the moment I told them you were with us, you were never a target. Not even when you were runnin’ away.”

You raised an eyebrow as you watched him shift uncomfortably in front of you. He looked like he wanted to say something, but you knew this wasn’t the time to talk. “You need to go, Sero’s right, Mina and Kirishima need help.”

Bakugou’s gaze snapped to you, “and what about you?”

You shrugged, “I don’t have a horse, and both of us on yours would slow you down.”

Bakugou shook his head, “I’m not letting you out of my sight again, you know that right?” he said seriously as he turned his head and whistled, “lazy fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

There in the distance was your favorite companion. The big red gelding you’ve been with since day one. He was barely cantering as he slowly made his way towards you both and then came to a stop before you, nudging the top of your head with his nose.

You grinned and ran your hand along the side of his cheek. “I missed him,’ you said quietly, mostly to yourself.

“Well he’s your horse,” Bakugou said, “he’s never listened to anyone but you after all.”

Your eyes widened as you looked towards Bakugou, “you mean that?”

Bakugou nodded, his lips twitching up into a small smile at the sight of yours.

“Thank you, Bakugou, really,” you said seriously as you got onto your horse, and watched Bakugou get onto his.

Bakugou shook his head, “it’s nothin’ and-” he paused, glancing at you briefly before, “-it’s Katsuki.”

You blinked, your eyes wide as you watched him kick his horse's sides and take off after Mina and Kirishima. You were close behind, standing in your saddle as you raced after him. He wanted you to call him by his first name? Maybe he did care for you, in a twisted distant sort of way.

Keigo and Kaminari were right, he did come back for you like they said he would. You smiled a bit as you followed Bakugou into a sparse forest. Even though you were still hurt by his actions from yesterday, what he just said soothed the sting a bit.

However, your smile was quickly wiped from your face when you came out to the open prairie again. Far in the distance, you could see Kirishima and Mina trying to cut Kaminari off from Keigo but they weren’t having much luck.

“Shit,” Bakugou hissed as he looked to where they were headed. There was one place he refused to ride and that was through the bramble wood in the distance. It was impossible to ride through there without cutting up the horse you were on, but he knew those two wouldn’t care.

“What?” you asked as you moved in next to him, your heart was hammering in your chest. This would be your first fight and you were terrified.

“We’re turning back,” Bakugou announced, “we can’t follow them through those brambles, it would make all our horses lame.”

“But they’ll get away,” you responded, “can’t we go around?”

Bakugou huffed, glancing around his surroundings. He could go around, but it wouldn’t make sense to camp somewhere with those two on the loose, and that was probably what Keigo wanted. For him to lean into his temper and follow him.

There was no need to scramble now. He needed to plan, make sure to cover any possibilities Keigo could conjure for when he meets him for one final time.

“It’s fine, this is better, we need to plan again,” Bakugou finally said and then whistled loudly, watching Kirishima and Mina turn back around.

You nodded, trusting Bakugou’s instincts. If he thought it was unwise to follow Keigo and Kaminari you would go along with it. Honestly, you had no problem not facing Keigo after the day you had.

Soon Mina and Kirishima came to stop next to you and Bakugou, both panting and dripping with sweat.

“We almost had ‘em!” Mina said between breaths, “nicked Kaminari in the side with my bullet.”

Bakugou snorted, “I know, but I’m not goin’ into those brambles. You know Kaminari led Keigo over there for a reason.”

“But we almost got ‘em!” Mina argued.

Kirishima shook his head, “Katsuki’s right, Keigo always has a plan. He probably still had the upper hand on us somehow, but now that we let them go, we’re finally on an even playing field.”

Mina sighed heavily, raising her arms above her head, “fine, you’re right. I would have gone after them either way. How could I not, I hate a snake,” she hissed, referring to Kaminari.

You sniffled, listening to the three of them talk before all eyes were on you, making you freeze.

“What happened to you?” Mina asked, referring to all the blood on you. In fact, you were partially soaked in it just from Izuku’s gunshot.

You frowned, thinking back on your father's gruesome death. It was horrific the way he died. At least he knew that you were innocent at the end of the day. A terrible feeling of grief entered your chest and you looked away from Mina to hide the wobbling of your bottom lip.

Kirishima snorted and grabbed Mina’s reins, leading her away from you. They had to pass through the town to get to the tracks, and he saw the bodies in the street. He knew one of them was your father.

You let out a breath as Mina and Kirishima moved away from you.

“C’mon,” Bakugou said from next to you, “better get back before it’s dark.”

You nodded, remaining silent as you rode next to him back to town.

—-------------------

You had learned that Izuku had lived. Just barely, he had lost a lot of blood and if Sero was any later getting him to Chiyo, he would have died. You told the others that they could stay in your house since no one was there anymore. Your mother had apparently left your father shortly after you were kidnapped to live with your sister.

You were now seated in a small room where Izuku was sleeping. He looked bad, to say the least. His shoulder was stitched and wrapped but he looked like he was in pain, even in his sleep. Apparently, he wasn’t expected to wake up for a few days, but you felt immensely guilty that he had gotten hurt.

It was always someone else taking your place.

Bakugou was watching you closely from where he was seated next to you. He had joined you to check up on his friend, and he was rather surprised to see you reach out and grab Deku’s hand.

It made him frustrated, if that was the word, seeing you so gentle with Deku. What had happened in the past twenty-four hours that made you so close? Or were you always this close. He did leave you with him for five days.

You shivered, feeling the intense gaze of Bakugou burn holes in the side of your head. So you turned your head, locking eyes with him.

He held your gaze before letting it drift down to your hands intertwined with Izuku’s and then he stood up. “We better get going, we’ll be leavin’ in the morning.”

You nodded, gently placing Izuku’s hand on his bare chest before following Bakugou out of the tiny hospital. Apparently, no one batted an eyelash watching you follow the most infamous outlaw in the west out of the hospital and through the town. Or they were too scared to say anything now that your town had no law enforcement.

With a sigh you mounted your horse and rode next to Bakugou back to your house. He was quiet, but it was different. Not the same stoic quietness that you were used to, but an irritated quiet.

The whole way back he didn’t say a word.

You tried not to care, but it was hard not to. He was still ever-present in your mind, despite how hard you wanted to push away your feelings.

Once you got back to your house the storm you predicted would come through finally started to kick in. It was a gentle summer storm, with soft rain and rumbling thunder. You had put everyone's horses in Torino’s stable, without asking him, but you were sure he wouldn’t care. Then you made your way inside.

Your house was different on the inside too. All the furniture was gone, the plush carpet on the stairs was ripped out. So your father wasn’t lying when he said the house was going to be taken by the bank.

Mina, Kirishima, and Sero were already asleep on the floor, sprawled out on bedrolls, and probably thankful to not be out in the rain. You, however, made your way up to your room, well old room.

It was empty except for your feather mattress and a few clothes strewn about. Thankfully you found another shirt and a pair of jeans since your current ones were covered in blood. You set them out of the bed before making your way back outside and sitting on the porch steps, letting the gentle rain wash away the blood from your skin and clothes.

There was a lot on your mind tonight. Tokoyami, Toshinori, your father, and Izuku.

Their faces flashed in your mind as you rubbed your cheek, trying to get more blood off your skin. You hated blood. It was thick, hot, and the metallic smell was enough to turn your stomach.

The door opened behind you and you looked back over your shoulder to see that Bakugou was behind you. You watched him shut the door and walk out into the rain before sitting next to you. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his thighs, staring into your ruined garden.

“” M sorry ‘bout your father,” Bakuguo said after a long stretch of silence.

You nodded. He knew you didn’t like your father even now still, but it was nice of him to say something. “Thanks.”

Bakugou hummed, keeping his gaze set on your upturned tomatoes. They still had fruit on them.

You fell into silence again, watching the rain hit the earth and lightning flash softly in the distance. It was nice, but you were starting to grow ansty. Surely there was a reason he came out here and sat next to you so willingly.

“Quit squirmin’,' Bakugou said gruffly from next to you, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

You stilled, sighed heavily as you turned your body to face him, “why’d you come out here?”

“Am I not allowed to?” he asked, turning his face towards you and raising his eyebrows.

You shook your head, “no you are, I just-” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose between two fingers. “You made it seem like you wanted nothing to do with me after what happened, between us,” you blurted out.

Bakugou froze, eyes slightly widening at your confession. “I never said that.”

“Well, you implied it-”

“I just saved you from dyin’ today and you’re telling me that I want nothin’ to do with you?” he said, clearly growing agitated.

“No!” you cut in, folding your hands into fists, “no, I don’t mean that, and I’m so thankful you did save me, really, but why are you actin’ like everything is normal?”

“Well it is,” he answered dully, turning his gaze away from you again.

You frowned, he was so thick-headed. “Katsuki,” you began, which immediately got his attention again. His eyes snapped right back to yours and were wide with shock, “you can’t just pretend like nothing happened, at least I won't. I know you said that stuff doesn’t work out for you, which is fine”

You took a breath, finally coming to terms with your feelings. You liked him a lot. But if he wasn’t going to be there for you like that, then you couldn’t stay tied to someone who didn’t want you. Izuku was right, you needed a better man, someone who wanted to try, even if they were scared.

“But I’m not gonna stick around after this, I can’t-”

“It’s Deku isn’t it,” Bakugou interrupted, his voice was bitter.

“What?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. Now you were the one who was confused.

“I saw the way you were lookin’ at him, the way you were holdin’ his hand,” Bakugou admitted, his voice was quiet and low, “you care for him.”

You sighed, “I do care for him.”

Bakugou tensed from next to you, clenching his jaw as he moved to get up.

You frowned, reaching out to yank him back down, “stop runnin’ away, I’m not done,” you told him harshly as he sat back down again. This time you kept your hand on his sleeve, holding him tightly so he wouldn’t run off like he always does. “I care about him, but not in the same way I care about you. You piss me off to hell, and I hate how much of a hold you have on me.

Which is why I need to leave when this is over. I can’t keep lookin’ at you knowin’ you don’t want the same,” you admitted, feeling like a weight had been lifted off your chest.

Bakugou was still like he was stunned.

You let your gaze drop to the ground and you released your grip on his shirt and stood up. It was nice getting everything off your chest, but now the humiliation was starting to set in.

“You piss me off too,” Bakugou said, stumbling over his words.

You snorted, rolling your eyes as you looked down at him, “nice to know-”

“And you annoy the hell out of me, always got something snarky to say,” he continued his voice wavering a bit, “but you’ve got a strong spirit, I admire it.”

You froze, slowly sitting back down as he continued to speak.

“I like listening to you talk, you could talk to me about your stupid tomatoes for hours and I’d listen. I like riding with you, I just,” he furrowed his brows trying to find his next words, “I care about you too, and it scares the hell out of me. I’ve never felt like this for anyone before.”

You swallowed thickly, your eyes searching his as he waited for you to answer. You did start to smile though, which made him relax his shoulders that were bunched to his ears again. “It scares me too. I think it’s scary for everyone, really.”

Bakugou snorted, a smile slowly growing across his features, “gotta hard time believin’ that princess.”

Your face warmed as you both fell into a comfortable silence, just watching the storm pass in front of you. After a moment, he had moved closer to you to where his knee and shoulder were pressed against yours.

It was nice, you thought, a sweet moment shared between you both before the storm tomorrow.

[tteokdoroki]

💜- okay okay, but have we considered Shouto and deku teaching virgin Bakugou how to fuck you properly. Like deku is buried deep in your pussy as shouto is behind Bakugou, stroking his cock while making Katsuki watch, explaining everything to Katsuki as Izuku toys with your body. But Katsuki isn’t allowed to touch you yet, no he has to prove himself worthy of touching you. You’re too fucked out to even know what is happening, but you feel izuku leave your pussy, hot cum spraying over your tits.

Shouto commands Katsuki to lick it off of you, and with how desperate he is to cum, to fuck you, he does. He lick each drop off while observing your moans, what spots make you squirm and moan. He eventually makes it down to your pussy which has Izukus cum dripping out of it. Shouto comes up from behind Bakugou and shoved his head down to your pussy, instructing him on what to do. How to hold you down when you start to squirm, while izuku leaves bite marks on your tits Shouto prepares Bakugou’s ass to take his cock.

By the time you’ve cum three times on Bakugou’s tongue he looks like he is a mad man, and is more than ready to take you. Shouto instructs him to play with your clit while fucking you, but Shouto controls the pace, making bakugou match his thrusts with Shouto.

Izuku has his cock in your mouth, muffling your moans, but the room still fills up with Katsuki’s whimpers and moans as Shouto fucks him like a good boy

cw // foursomes, virgin!bakugou, experienced!shoto + deku, fem!reader. 18+ mdni

baby boy katsuki who’s never had his cock touched by anyone other than himself, trembling with his back pressed against his supposed rival since high school while he stokes bakugou’s cock nice and slow. he hasn’t cum yet, but he knows he’s close— and it doesn’t help that his shitty childhood friend is balls deep inside his crush’s pussy either. “you see that bakugou?” shoto whispers, nipping gently at the blonde’s ear while ice cold fingers tweak his pebbled nipples. “you see how midoriya fucks her cute cunt nice and slow? that’s how you’re going to do it, how you’re going to make her feel so fucking good.”

bakugou bites back a high pitched whine, he doesn’t know if he feels this good because of the way todoroki strokes his virgin cock to the pace of deku’s thrusts into your dripping heat or if it’s because of how you moan out his name and claw at the sheets— your sweet, breathless voice mingling with the sounds of balls slapping harshly against your ass. you’re too far gone to realise midoriya reaching his high, orgasm draining the life from you while you’re painted with semen inside and out. by the time shoto releases bakugou, who’s cock weeps pathetically against his thigh, you’re half awake and smiling up at him. “suki; here to clean me up baby?”

katsuki is eager to please tonight, you of all people present and does his best work in dragging his pink tongue along the lengths of your body. his length twitches with every soft sigh that passes your lips while his tongue slides across your pebbled nipples, tummy and thighs— groaning at the taste of your sweet skin and izuku’s cum. bakugou eats your candied, creamy cunny like a starved man— whining like a bitch when shoto grips his hair and forces him to lick stripes up and down your folds.

“suck on her clit bakugou, she likes it like that.” izuku instructs with a mouthful of your breasts, satisfied by the high pitched cries you let out. all the while, the poor blonde is left to grind against the sheets, smearing his milky precum across the linen as he prepares to fuck you. when the time finally comes, katsuki struggles to hold himself back, twitching inside of your velvet walls that suck him in so good— feeling better than any hand could have.

cheeks wet with tears of pleasure from feeling so full and from being sheathed inside you, bakugou’s hot fingers draw patterns into your puffy and sticky clit as he keeps up with the brutal pace of shoto fucking his ass. katsuki’s hips stutter with every thrust from the dual eyed hero above him and it takes everything he has in the moment not to paint your insides white with his release.

although that’s kind of hard with how pretty you look swallowing midoriya’s own cock down your throat like that.

[lovinkiri]

Green or Orange

ProHero!Katsuki Bakugou x F!Reader x Villain!Izuku Midoriya

Description: Dating a hero and a villain had its perks. But it also had it's bad moments. A ceremony is coming up. Bakugou wants you to match him. But Izuku thinks you should rep him. What color should you wear?

Author's Thoughts: Super short but I had this stuck in my head!

Warning: Cussing, Etc.

You sighed, looking at the two dresses in front of you. They were laid neatly on your bed, ironed and all.

The first was was kinda long, but it had a slit on the side that exposed almost all of your leg. The black heels in front of it were beautiful, and just expensive as the dress.

The second dress was also expensive looking. It was a knee high, dark green keyhole dress, and was definitely sure to draw attention. In front of this dress was another pair of heels with straps made to wrap around your entire calf.

Both of them were gorgeous, so it was hard enough to choose. But your boyfriends were a whole other problem.

"Wear my dress, Rosebud." Izuku huffed, standing on one side of you. "You'll be the bell of the gala."

Katsuki, on your other side, rolled his eyes. "It's bell of the ball, dumbass."

"Well, Kachaan, it's not a ball, now is it?"

Shaking his head dismissively, the blonde motioned to the orange dress. "You should obviously pick my dress. You'll make every other woman there insane with jealousy."

You groaned and looked between them. "Guys, I don't know. It's a hard decision."

"Like hell it is. Just pick, do you like orange or green better?" Katsuki crossed his arms.

Your lips parted in shock, not expecting to just be put on the spot like that. You looked to Izuku for help, only to find him patiently waiting for your answer.

"I-I don't know. I like both colors." Whether it was true or not, you knew that was the safest answer. This obviously wasn't just about colors.

"Bullshit. Orange is better than green."

"No it's not! Green is way better than orange."

You put your hands up. "Okay! I listen up!" You looked to Katsuki. "Orange is a great color. I love how bright and loud it is. It's not too gaudy or too soft, it's perfect."

Katsuki looked smugly at Izuku, who scoffed and looked away.

You turned to him, cupping his cheek. "But Zuku, I also love green, especially this dark green. I love how calm it is, how safe it feels. It's such a beautiful color, and it's so smooth."

Izuku leaned into your palm, nuzzling into you. Katsuki took the opportunity to place his chin on your shoulder, sighing softly as you ran your fingers through his hair with your free hand.

"... So what dress are you picking, rosebud?" Izuku smiled knowingly.

You let out a deep sigh. "I'm wearing a black dress with green and orange jewelry."

The two couldn't fight the pouts in their faces, but they dropped their pride.

After all, you'd look beautiful in anything.

[angeloroki]

kissing booth — 1-A boys

— character ; izuku, shoto, bakugo, denki, kirishima x gn!reader

the boys are aged up to third year so they're 18 :)

— genre ; fluff

— a/n ; fgsgh cute

@ur-local-reality-shifter this one is for you bestie <33

shoto todoroki

you were sitting quietly in your chair waiting for the others to arrive. well, you didn't think it would be that empty. at the same time, the other people's attractions were pretty good. you could see from your seat a haunted house, small roller coasters made by the assistance channel, and even an ice palace.

you turned to hagakure.

« there's no point to this, no one will come, we might as well close, and go enjoy with the others ! »

oh

you turned around, and a shoto was standing in front of you with a $5 bill. although his face was stoic, you could see a slight red tint to his cheeks.

« sorry, i thought it was still open. »

« um i- »

hagakure waved his hands in front of him.

« we're still open! hand me that and stand in front of it ! »

she snatched the ticket from him, and gently pushed the young man so that he was close to you. very close indeed. you felt the warmth pass through your body.

« i don't really know how to kiss, » he says in a breath.

you smile gently at him, his tenderness melting you.

« okay, just put your hand on my hip. »

and gently you led the dance. a dance that was uniquely sweet. he put his lips on yours, they tasted like cherries. and yet despite what he told you, he knew how to marry your lips. pleasantly surprised, you let him take the reins and felt his hands on your hips. your smile grew wider as he extended the kiss.

you finally pulled away from him to watch him carefully. a faint, mischievous smile came over his face. oh.

a slight, awkward laugh echoed between the two of you. what a player.

« are you sure you don't know how to kiss todoroki ? » you say half amused and half annoyed.

he shrugged slightly.

« we can tell i have a very pedagogue teacher. »

you raised your eyes to the sky, before drawing him towards you and placing a kiss on his cheek. and you can say that it took him by surprise.

« here, this one is for me, playboy. »

the icyhot boy gave you an amused look, his cheeks all red. this story was far from over.

izuku midoriya

momo had many more suitors than you. and it's normal, the young brunette was incomparably beautiful.

as for you, you managed the cash register, and that suited you very well.

it was break time when momo came to you with a smile on her face.

« exchange with me for the next 10 minutes. »

you looked at her, with an interorogatory expression.

« but... »

without waiting for you to finish your sentence, she took you to the chair where she had been sitting for the last few hours. you didn't understand, what was she doing all of a sudden ?

the next suitor came towards you, a hiccup of surprise escaped your lips when you realized who it was. your crush, with green hair.

« izuku ? »

the young man in front of you stammered before putting a hand on his neck.

« i saw that you were holding the stand with momo so... »

« i'm sorry, you were expecting to kiss her...» you say in a slightly saddened voice.

« no ! not really no, i'm glad you switched in time. actually it was you i wanted... well you know what... »

you finally understood why momo had that devilish smile on her face.

well, now that you were in front of each other, you might as well do it.

gently, you put a hand on his shoulder and placed a light kiss on his lips. surprised by the softness of your lips, izuku prolonged it a little awkwardly. not knowing what to do with his hands, he placed them on your waist.

it was a messy kiss, but just as passionate.

« wow... i... it was my first kiss. »

a crystalline laugh escaped your lips.

« i can see that. »

katsuki bakugo

the kising booth you had set up with hagakure worked great. whether it was girls or boys, a long line stretched to the next booth.

« bakugo ! you can't just- »

you turned your head to see what was going on. he was standing in front of the cash register handing your friend a wad of cash.

« take this and let me go. »

she sighed and took the money. you saw the young blond man push the other people who were waiting and walk towards you. a mischievous smile settled on your face.

« wait, is that a $50 bill i just saw ? »

katsuki grunted and looked away, his cheeks all red.

« so what ? it's for the class trip, isn't it ? » he said in an irritated voice.

you nodded, trying to hold back your laughter. you knew that he didn't care about field trips. especially since kirishima had inadvertently told you that bakugo has a crush on you.

« so, do i kiss you or have i been conned ?

you took his hand to approach him, and placed a long kiss on him. it was long, passionate and perhaps slightly romantic. without you realizing it, he had managed to trap you in his big muscular arms. you smirk, before pulling away from him.

« mmh, thanks to your contribution we're sure to have a good trip to europe. but you should have listened to what hakagure had to say, 1 kiss per person no matter how much money you gave! »

he rolled his eyes.

« oi oi oi you owe me at least 20 more, y/n. »

eijro kirishima

you handed the money to mina.

« go ahead ! » she said in a cheerful voice.

you walked up to the stage and found yourself in front of kirishima, your crush of a few months. you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. but who sent you to do this? was it possible to go and get a refund? if so, you had a few seconds before he noticed you and-

« oh y/n! thanks for stopping by our booth, i guess i owe you a kiss now? »

an embarrassed laugh escaped your lips. you finally dared to meet his eyes. and you found yourself melting in front of him again. he was dressed in his normal clothes, i.e. a tshirt and jeans. and his bright smile lit up his face.

« yes, i suppose so. », you finally say.

he put both hands on your cheeks and placed a soft kiss on your lips. it was quick, yet intense. you could feel butterflies in your stomach. slightly disappointed that he was pulling away from you, you were surprised to see what a mess he was. his hair was a mess, his eyes were red, he was having a hard time getting back to normal.

« y- you know how to kiss well... » he said in a soft voice.

it was your turn to smile mischievously this time.

« i guess i can give you some lessons one day. »

denki kaminari

you were quietly waiting for the next person to whom you would give a kiss when you saw the young blond coming in front of you

with a big smile on his face, he winked at you a lot, which made you laugh slightly.

« tell me that you know how to kiss at least denki. »

« mmh, i look like a god kisser, right ? »

you rolled your eyes, and moved closer to him. you were close enough for your lips to touch without really forming a kiss. he let out a naughty laugh, before placing his hand on the back of your neck and pulling you closer to him. enough for him to initiate a playful and boisterous kiss.

he wasn't lying, because it was the best kiss you've had all night.

your hands met his cheeks, and a little electricity ran through your fingers.

« ouch! »

he shifted from you to watch you, looking distraught.

« i'm sorry. »

« oh, it's oka- »

he took your hand and placed a chaste kiss on it. his thoughtful gesture managed to warm your face.

his naïve smile returned to his face, and he winked at you for the umpteenth time.

« i'll probably come back for another kiss y/n! »

[katsuduumb]

#bkdk #dkbk cw: angst, non graphic talk of suicide

College student Katsuki’s new phone number only has a single digit difference than the local suicide hotline. He gets a ton of wrong calls that first week and considers changing it, but after a while he decides he doesn’t mind.

Until late one afternoon, when he gets a call from the childhood friend he used to bully mercilessly in middle school.

“H-Hello, I’m Izuku Midoriya. P-Please, I need help.”

Izuku calls everyday at the same time after that. Katsuki always answers, afraid if he misses that something will happen. Even though Izuku only knows him as “K” during their calls, Katsuki worries how Izuku will react if he discovers who Katsuki really is.

Especially now that Izuku’s starting to open up to him.

“The bullying got so bad I had to change schools and I never could fit in. You remind me of him, you know. That friend I told you about, ‘Kacchan’,” Izuku confesses to him during a call one night.

“You’re both a little gruff but I know there’s a soft side to you too.”

“‘Sounds like an asshole,” Katsuki murmurs and Izuku chuckles loudly.

“He was, but I kinda liked that about him. Guess I’ll always have a soft spot for the ones that are hard to get,” Izuku replies wistfully and Katsuki can hear the sad smile in his voice; if he closes his eyes, he can see it.

“Forget him,” Katsuki grumbles, clearing his throat and shifting uncomfortably in his desk chair. “Losers like him ain’t shit.”

Izuku laughs again and this time all the sadness Katsuki could hear from before is gone. “Yeah. Don’t worry, I’m making better friends now.”

“Damn straight,” Katsuki returns, trying to sound encouraging even while struggling to calm the waring emotions curling painfully in his chest.

“Thank you, K. I couldn’t do this without you.”

——————————————

One day, Katsuki’s running home late from class and rushes past the rundown convenience store by his apartment trying to make it back in time for Izuku’s usual call.

Katsuki didn’t mean to lose track of time, but it was exam week and slots for the study rooms at the library were hard to come by, causing him to miss his usual train. His only solution is to run home from the previous station.

Katsuki jogs past the store’s entrance display but stops when he hears his phone’s ringtone go off. He digs frantically in his bag, cursing until he finds it and answers.

“Hello?” he gasps into the phone, wiping at the sweat beading at his brow.

“Kacchan? Is that you?”

Katsuki stills, his breathing coming in short, quick bursts as he looks up like a deer in headlights to see Izuku standing just outside the store, grocery bag in one hand and the other holding a phone up to his ear.

It had been years since they’d seen each other face to face. Izuku is around his height now and has filled out, broad chest and long legs fitting snugly in jeans and a windbreaker.

Izuku’s hair is also shorter and while he still has those recognizable freckles across his face, he doesn’t look anything like the short, wimpy string bean Katsuki used to pummel into lockers.

“What are you-“ Izuku starts to ask, but notices the feedback on his phone and puts it together. His eyebrows draw together, jaw stiffening as a flash of emotions appears on his face. “You-You’re K?!”

TBC.

[ticklishfiend]

Of o were to give you a lee Deku fic, I’d say something where Todoroki is obsessed with giving Deku raspberries especially on his tummy. He’s super ticklish there and Todoroki thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. 💖💖

A/N : okay while i was writing this i got carried away and wrote lee!todoroki instead bc i completely forgot that i LITERALLY ASKED FOR LEE!DEKU PROMPTS...i’m an idiot and i sincerely apologize LMAOO i hope you enjoy it anyways but i WILL be writing a lee!deku in the very near future so don’t you worry lol

So Comfortable (My Hero Academia)

Lee!Todoroki / Ler!Midoriya

Summary : Todoroki and Midoriya are cuddling in bed when Midoriya decides he wants to feel Todoroki’s heartbeat under his hoodie. When he realizes his boyfriend is a little sensitive, he can’t help but take advantage of it.

Word Count :  1905

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33

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Todoroki breathed in the comforting scent of green apple shampoo, his nose nuzzling into the mess of curls snuggled underneath him. The boy with the power to control fire had never felt a cozier warmth in his life, the back lying against his chest substituting as the best blanket in the entire world. One of his hands held onto Midoryia’s front protectively, while the other was laced with the green-haired boy’s own scarred and calloused fingers, though to Todoroki, nothing had ever felt softer.

Everything felt so right. So perfect. So comfortable. The bi-colored boy hadn’t known real comfort in so long, and somehow this shorter, timid kid he had only met a little over a year ago now had brought more comfort into his life than he had ever truly known. He felt safe close to him, which to most people wouldn’t mean that much. But to Todoroki, closeness meant everything. He wasn’t going to let just anybody be this close to him, and he wasn’t going to be this close to just anyone. Midoriya had managed to wiggle his way into Todoroki’s comfort zone, and the previously-thought cold-hearted boy hoped he never, ever made his way out.

Todoroki felt the mess of hair under his nose move, tickling his face slightly, and he looked down to be greeted by Midoriya looking right back up at him with a small, relaxed smile.

“Hey,” Midoriya spoke gently, his thumb caressing the top of Todoroki’s hand.

“Hello,” Todoroki smiled a little awkwardly, but Midoriya knew he was sincere either way. Midoriya shuffled a bit under Todoroki’s protective hold, repositioning himself on top of the boy’s body completely, but this time with his stomach down on the other’s so he could look right up at him.

“You’re nice to look at,” Midoriya smiled dopily, his head tilted slightly. Todoroki chuckled, not being able to help the small blush on his cheek from the most endearing compliment. He looked at his partner with the utmost fondness in his eyes, bringing his hand up to stroke a thumb over his cheek.

“Right back at you,” Todoroki’s words were laced with a smile, Midoriya humming in response. The green haired boy leaned down to nuzzle his face into Todoroki’s warm chest, his cheeks smushing against the firmness of his muscles created by years of training.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” Midoriya’s words were muffled by the fabric of Todoroki’s hoodie. He brought his face down lower towards the boy’s stomach, Todoroki gasping slightly when he felt Midoriya’s hands creep underneath the fabric and onto his sides, worming their way upwards towards his chest. “Wanna feel it with my hands.”

His hoodie was now pushed up towards his lower ribs, pale tummy on display as both of Midoriya’s hands rested over the spot on Todoroki’s chest that concealed his heart, which at this point was beating harder than it had the whole afternoon. Midoriya smiled down at his belly, nuzzling his face into it’s pale, taut expanse. Todoroki let out another small gasp at the strange feeling, his hands moving up to gently tangle into the mess of green hair.

“Midoriya, what are you doing..?” Todoroki’s words were soft from fluster, his eyes a little wide at the odd display of affection. He couldn’t help the small tinge of smile on the corners of his lips, however, as the boy’s nose felt just ticklish enough to ignite that nervous flame in the pit of his stomach.

“You’re just so cuteee,” Mirodiya cooed into his belly, bringing his hands down to hold firmly onto Todoroki’s sides to make it easier for him to continue his playful nuzzling. The dual-haired boy choked on a small giggle, squeezing a little harder on the boy’s hair. He could feel Midoriya’s lips smile against his tummy, a blush creeping up from Todoroki’s neck to paint over his cheeks and ears. “Does this tickle?”

Todoroki let out a huff of air, embarrassed and oh, oh so flustered. “Um, a-a little, yes,” he mumbled out in a stutter, his partner chuckling in response.

“That’s adorable,” Mirdoriya hummed, kissing right above the boy’s belly button with an intensely gentle softness that made Todoroki feel like he could combust at any given second. The freckled boy didn’t just stop at his one kiss however, oh no. He started peppering them with that same softness all over the boy’s tummy, and Todoroki was helpless to the small and obviously flustered titters that escaped from the softest parts of himself he didn’t even know he had before meeting the boy.

“Ah- M-Midoriyahaha-” Todoroki breathed out the smallest of giggles, which only pressed his partner on further, his gentle lips now journeying over towards his left side, the ticklish feeling making Todoroki choke out a real giggle this time. “It tihihickles!”

“You’re so ticklish, it’s too precious,” Midoriya smiled brightly against the boy’s skin before lifting his head up to gaze at his face. Todoroki’s cheeks were painted with the most delightful blush, a dopey smile taking over his features,making Midoriya genuinely feel like the single luckiest person on the planet to be able to see such a stoic boy from this perspective. 

“Have you ever had a raspberry, Shoto?” Izuku asked with a tilt of the head and a mischievous smirk. Todoroki blinked.

“Like...like the fruit?” Shoto asked, his brows a little furrowed in confusion, Midoriya just chuckling at his response. “I don’t understand, why are you laughing?”

“You’re just cute,” Izuku said, enjoying the blush and pout Shoto gave him. “I’m not talking about the fruit, Sho. Here, I’ll just show you.”

With that Midoriya leaned back down towards his partner’s tummy, drawing in a rather large breath, expanding his lungs as much as he could, before pressing his lips back down on the soft skin of Shoto’s belly and-

“PPPBBBTTTHHH~!” Midoriya blew hard onto his tummy, his partner letting out the loudest surprised squeal he had ever heard before cackling as Izuku continued placing smaller raspberries all over the expanse of Shoto’s sensitive tummy.

“GAHAHAHA! IZUHUHUKUHUHU! NAHAHA! WHAHAT IHIHIS THIHIS?!” Todoroki screamed, kicking his legs out behind Midoriya as the mischievous boy began kneading at his oh so sensitive sides, throwing Shoto into an entirely new wave of cackles as he now gripped tightly onto the boys shoulders (though he wasn’t pushing him away, much to Midoriya’s amusement).

“Raspberries, silly! Do they tickle?~” Izuku asked, blowing more ticklish raspberries all over his sensitive tummy and sides, even travelling just far enough upwards to blow one right on his bottom ribs, making the writhing boy underneath him jerk hard with a scream.

“YEHEHES! IT TIHIHICKLES!” Shoto cackled, squeezing his eyes shut tight. His body instinctively tried curling in on itself, folding forward until his own nose was nuzzling unintentionally into Izuku’s messy curls. “PLEHEHEHEASE!”

Midoriya chuckled. “Please what, Sho?”

“I DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOW!” Shoto shook his head frantically through his laughs as Izuku moved his hands downward to squeeze and knead into the boy’s hips. Shoto bucked at the sensation, throwing his head back against the pillow in mirth, digging his heels into the bedsheets behind Izuku.

“Aw, you don’t know? Does that mean you like it? You don’t want me to stop?~” Izuku teased, before inhaling sharply and blowing another torturous raspberry into Todoroki’s tummy, making the boy scream out another fit of high-pitched cackles.

“NAHAHAHA! NO TEHEHEASES! YOU’RE SO MEHEHEAN!” Todoroki babbled around his laughs, his giggles becoming more frantic. Midoriya thought it might be time to give the boy a breather, slowing his tickles down to just his nails tracing teasing little shapes into Shoto’s sides and on the bottoms of his ribs. Todoroki absolutely melted into a puddle of breathy giggles, his grip on Izuku’s shoulders still just as tight. Izuku rested his cheek onto Shoto’s tummy, looking up at his partner’s ever-flushing face with the utmost love in his eyes. 

Todoroki finally calmed down enough to open his eyes and look down at his partner, who was still lightly tickling at his sides enough to keep him on a giggly edge.

“Sohoho that’s a raspbeheherry?” Todoroki asked, his face suddenly scrunching up in a clenched smile, his eyes squeezing shut as Izuku found a particularly sensitive spot right on the backs of Shoto’s lower ribs. Todoroki arched his back a bit, frantic breathy giggles escaping his throat as Izuku’s fingers stayed on that one torturous spot. He teasingly traced shapes into the area, smiling as he realized just how sensitive the boy under him truly was. “Izuhuhukuhu! Nohohot thehehere, ihihit-”

“-Tickles?” Midoriya asked, Shoto just nodding his head through his snickers and titters. Izuku just chuckled, moving his fingers back down a little to tickle at a less sensitive area and calm his partner down a little. “So sensitive. I could do this all day.”

“I don’t thihink I could survihihive,” Todoroki snickered before finally bringing his hands down to stop his partner’s torturous and wiggly ones at his sides. Izuku pouted a little as he was forced to stop tickling until Shoto laced their fingers together and looked the boy in his eyes. “Kiss me? Please?”

Izuku just smiled, his heart overflowing before melting through his ribs. He nodded, bringing his face up to meet Shoto’s lips in the middle. He dissolved into the kiss, feeling as if he was melting into Shoto’s face with how jelly-like he felt. He unlaced his fingers with Shoto’s to cup at the dual-haired boy’s cheeks, his thumb caressing at the scar he thought brought out Todoroki's eyes. 

Once their interlocked lips parted, they both looked into each other’s hazed over eyes. Midoriya brought his face down to gently nuzzle into Todoroki’s neck, leaving tiny kisses wherever his lips could reach. Todoroki’s shoulders instinctively tried bunching up at the ticklish sensation, his giggle fit coming back, this time much softer and much breathier. 

“Really? Ticklish here too?” Izuku smiled into his neck, leaving peppered kisses again on purpose this time just to hear the boy giggle. He felt him nod, and he knew they boy had to be blushing.

“Cahahan’t help ihihit,” he giggled, scrunching up so much his cheek smushed into Izuku’s head. Then he felt Midoriya draw in another big breath, and before he had the chance to do anything about it, Izuku blew another fat raspberry, this time into the boy’s sensitive neck.

Todoroki screeched, shoving his heels into the bedsheets and grabbing at the boy’s shirt for anything to brace himself with. “GYAHAHA! QUHUHIT! YOU’VE MAHAHADE YOUR POHOHOHINT! I’M TICKLIHIHIHISH!”

Izuku pulled himself out of Shoto’s neck with a wide grin, kissing Todoroki’s nose before laying his head back down onto the boy’s chest, nuzzling into the fabric of his shirt. “M’sleepy…”

Shoto chuckled with a shake of his head. “Oh yeah, I’m sure you’re just so wiped out from nearly killing me just moments ago,” He snickered before placing a kiss on top of the boy’s head. Izuku giggled with a nod.

“You know it,” Izuku yawned, and before Shoto knew it, the boy was snoring on top of him. Todoroki just smiled down at the boy, thumb caressing over his freckled cheek. 

“I love you,” Todoroki whispered to the sleeping boy he knew couldn’t hear him, gently laying the blanket beside him over him and his partner’s sleeping frame.

Todoroki was finally truly comfortable, and he only had one person to thank.

...

A/N : thanks for all the support i’ve been getting recently! sorry this is kinda short, i’ve been having a lot of migraines recently so i haven’t felt like writing much, but i’ll be getting to more of those prompts soon! hope you enjoyed! much love <33

[todoscript]

coming home and finding out you fell asleep with lingerie on

character: midoriya izuku

genre: smut.

word count: 1.0k+

warnings: 18+. suggestive content.

author’s note: had this sitting in the back of my docs and decided to finish it in between studying for exams. enjoy midoriya stans

MIDORIYA IZUKU

being the number one pro hero, his schedule is packed to the brim with work due to the crucial duties he has to the citizens, so he regularly comes home late and is used to greeting your sleeping form when he enters your bedroom

coming closer to your side, he sees you lulling beneath the covers with your collarbones and shoulders considerably exposed

even so, he doesn’t seem to bat an eye at it, thinking you’re just wearing one of your comfortable tank tops for tonight

his fingers lightly caress your cheek, tracing toward the strand of hair that lingers on your face before brushing it behind your ear and placing a delicate kiss in its place

after thoroughly admiring you, he cleans himself of all the dirt and grime accumulated on his body from the day and finally climbs into bed, choosing to wear shorts and no shirt for as much comfort as possible

you slowly flutter awake at the weight dipping into the mattress, realizing your boyfriend has arrived home

when he settles under the sheets, you turn over to spoon him, arms wrapping around him from behind, and he lets you adjust, humming at the warm, bare skin of your arms adjoining his

but then his breath hitches

his eyes formerly drowsy with fatigue, now shoot wide open feeling your chest pressing firmly against his back

- - - - -

Midoriya goes rigid in his bed the more you cuddle up to him in your half-asleep state, now fully aware of the sheer fabric covering parts of your body that sends a tingle down his spine. He knows you normally opt to go to bed in more comfortable wear, like your duo of tank-top and shorts or one of his t-shirts that fits endearingly on your smaller frame, oversized to the point the hem meets your lower thighs. With that in mind, he hadn’t anticipated you wearing something risqué under the sheets tonight, just as you were about to head to sleep.

He’s conflicted about whether or not to address this, considering the drowsiness laced in your tone and your droopy actions against him. Because just what were you thinking sleeping in lingerie?

“Welcome back… How was work today?” you ask despite your sleepiness, your desire to greet your hard-working boyfriend superseding your free-fall into slumber. It’s because of that that you don’t take notice of the pause Midoriya passes between his reply.

“It was fine… Just the usual villains for today’s patrol,” he answers calmly, doing his best to remain impassive over his findings at your choice of “sleepwear” for the night. This becomes more of a struggle when you toss your leg over him, and he feels more of that enticing material against his skin.

“Hmm, well I’m glad you’re finally home, hero,” you muse lovingly, scooting closer to which the swell of your breasts squeezes against Midoriya’s bareback.

Once again, his breath catches in his throat as he adds to the fact that you decided to pair your sexy ensemble with a set of lace thigh-highs—a killer combo that pushes his self-control to the edge. He’s thankful that he’s facing away from you. Otherwise, you’d get a full look at his constrained expression, attempting to brush away the indecent thoughts crossing his mind that have no place in a contrarily innocent situation where you’re nearly on the verge of sleep.

But in all honesty, he has to question himself about all this precariously. Like what were you doing in lingerie in the first place? You must have worn this for him, right? Ah, why did he even have to ask that? Well, he means who else would you be flaunting that body of yours to, in those indecent intimates that are probably shaping every curve and highlighting your skin in the most salacious ways right now.

Midoriya mentally curses. As much as he’d like to be a gentleman and respect your boundaries—considering you’re clearly ready to snuggle the night away while unaware of the subtle effect you have on him—he’s sure not even a saint can sleep soundly and avoid this kind of devilish temptation.

At this, the raging battle transpiring in both his head—and his pants—makes him absolutely restless. It isn’t long until his feeble attempts at arguing against his growing desires are quickly thrown aside when you rub your soft hands up and down his arm, unconsciously stroking his scarred, rugged muscles which tense upon your touch.

“Y/n… Are you asleep yet?” Midoriya dips his feet in the water before fully submerging in its depths, a lump of suspense forming in the back of his throat.

“Huh..? Oh, not yet, I–” The rest of your words never reach air as Midoriya suddenly pounces, rolling himself so he hovers over you and the sheets rustle off both your bodies. In this instance, your mind rushes awake, and you gander at his vigilant yet desirous stare that sears your skin.

That is when you realize that the lacey white lingerie you donned, hoping to surprise Midoriya from under the covers tonight, but had unfortunately fallen asleep after some time of waiting, still clings to your body. And Midoriya consumes the very sight into his head with such sensuality that renders you shy beneath him, noting every detail of the lacework and the network of floral patterns that decorates your body.

In a way, the situation is ironic, knowing you wore the lingerie to set the mood and be intimate with him. Yet, you can’t help but move your arms in an “X” across your torso, unable to meet Midoriya’s emerald eyes due to your bashfulness. However, the man unravels your defenses with his hands intertwining yours, drawing your arms away, and placing them beside your head.

“Don’t,” he quietly pleads, and you find it hard to deny him. “You wore this for me, right?” His question barely crosses your mind in time for you to answer as Midoriya’s half-lidded expression mesmerizes you with lust. But you manage to reply with a simple nod. In turn, he leans down to plant a delicate kiss between the middle of your breasts before looking up at you from that position, an amorous glimmer in his eyes that further heats your cheeks, surely leading to what will be a very sleepless night.

“Then it’s only right that I repay you by making you feel so damn good tonight as I admire your beautiful body in this pretty lingerie.”

[bnha-dumpster]

Well I was wondering can I have a izuku x male reader x yo shindo (I love my fluffy boys) using their quirks (I guess people call it quirk-play) on their lover? (Sorry for my bad grammar btw)

of course! i don't think i've written this pairing before so this will be interesting. 

pairing: deku x male reader x shindo content warnings: quirk play (deku uses black whip), bondage, light dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation word count: 1.7k

It’s always a bit awkward when you attend events with your partners. Sandwiched between the two of them, Shindo resting his hand on your hip and Midoriya holding your hand, you somehow still feel out of place. You’ve been to a lot of events with them but your feelings have yet to change from the awkwardness. At the very least, they know how to reassure you when you get home. 

When you get through the door, Shindo’s already picked you up and slung you over his shoulder, hand shamelessly groping your ass. Midoriya is following the two of you like a puppy. His eyes are yearning and as you look at him, you can see the beginning of Black Whip manifesting in his hand. 

You’re honestly expecting one of them to rip your clothes off. It’s far more common than letting you take your own clothes off or just taking them off for you normally. But as you’re laid down on the bed, far more gently that you thought, you watch as Shindo begins to unbutton your dress shirt. He’s slow as he does it, stopping ever few buttons to feel your chest through the fabric. 

Behind Shindo is Midoriya, removing his clothes and letting them drop to the floor unceremoniously. A small tent has already formed beneath his boxers and he stops undressing when he notices how your gaze lingers on it.

“You’re going way too slow, Yo.” It’s not unusual for him to express his eagerness, especially when Shindo wants to take it slow. 

“Do you not have patience, Zuku? It’s been a while since we’ve been so sensual with him.” He’s not wrong. “Let me get him all riled up, okay?” 

His voice is low and has a rumble to it, as if he’s using his his quirk to make him sound that way. It’s that and the way he gently strips you down while staring at your body as if it’s a delectable meal that gets you going. It has you squirming in your spot. 

“Don’t get impatient with me too, Y/N.” And there it is. The commanding undertone as Shindo grips your bare thighs a bit too tight; it’s a warning. 

“Izuku, bind him up nice and tight.” 

And that’s when Black Whip comes into play. Midoriya slots himself behind you on the bed and lets his quirk do the work. Hands bound behind your back, legs up and spread- just the way they both like it. 

You can feel Midoriya’s cock rub against your ass, searching for friction. A familiar tongue click stops him. He’s just as submissive to Shindo as you are. He stills and decides to busy himself with your nipples, playing with them and latching onto your neck. 

The older hero watches the two of you as he undresses. You’re both so cute, so obedient for him. Two sets of eyes watch his every move, waiting quietly for his words. 

“Zuku, be good and get him hard for me.” 

A calloused hand travels down your front to gently grip your dick. He’s gentle and strokes you slowly, his hand able to hold you perfectly. You whine and lean against him as he does. Shindo finally gets onto the bed. He settles in front of you on his knees, rubbing his hands on your thighs for a moment. They move past your crotch to go up to your chest, replacing Midoriya’s hand. 

Vibrations flow through his fingers as he pinches your nipples. Part of you is glad that he’s focusing on your nipples instead of your cock. It’s so easy to push you over the edge if he uses his quirk on your cock. But Midoriya’s hand is just as good. The younger hero knows exactly where and how you like to be touched. In the end, they both have their ways of driving you crazy.

Between the gentle strokes and the vibrations against your nipples, you’re not sure what exactly makes you cum. You let out a whimper as you do, watching as you cover Midoriya’s hand with your cum. He pulls it back so he can lap the substance up with his tongue like it’s a delicacy. 

“Good boy, both of you.” Shindo pulls his hands away to lift your legs up just a bit more. A vibrating finger circles your hole to tease you. He hums when he feels how eager it is to take his finger in. 

“Did you prep for this? Were you expecting this? Hm?” A tap on your thigh is your signal to speak.

“Well... We always end up doing this after events so I thought it’d be better to get prepared just in case...”

Your face flushes and he can’t help laughing at your answer. It’s so cute, just like you. Shindo slips his finger in you and curls it, the vibrations already making you squirm. Black Whip’s hold on your legs becomes tighter and you’re unable to move. 

“I think we’ll make you cum one more time before we fuck you. How’s that sound?” The only response you can give him is a whine as he stretches you out. It takes a second finger before he curls them into your prostate, vibrations increasing to an overwhelming amount. It really seems like Shindo wants to pull out your second orgasm without even fucking you. 

His other hand, vibrating just as much, wraps around your limp cock and and begins to pump it. If it weren’t for Black Whip, you’d be squirming and pulling away. But all you can do now is whine and turn to Midoriya, pleading for him to make it stop. He doesn’t. The green haired hero won’t go against Shindo and you both know it. The most he can do is leave kisses along your neck and shoulders and tell you that you’re doing so well.

The abuse of your prostate and cock so soon after your first orgasm hurtles you into your next one. Cum spurts out of your cock pathetically, coating Shindo’s hand. He puts his hand in front of your face and you open your mouth without him needing to say anything. You clean his hand of your cum during your brief break. 

“Who do you want first, hm?” 

How mean of him to give you a trick question in this state. 

“Want Yo...” 

That’s the only answer. You’re given a devilish grin from the older hero before he lines himself up and sheathes his cock all the way in. You throw your head back and moan, mouth open in hopes that Midoriya will get the hint. He does and attaches himself to your lips, practically devouring your mouth. All your embarrassing moans are muffled. 

Shindo’s slow as he thrusts into you. He’s enjoying how the two of you meld together into a needy mess. Your overwhelmed senses are calmed down by the mouth on yours and the way Midoriya hugs you against his chest so gently. The way he tries to pry your focus away from the cock filling you past your limit is more than appreciated. But Shindo will only allow it for so long. 

“Y/N, look at me.” His voice is commanding and you feel his eyes piercing into you. “Be a good boy for me and look at me.” 

Midoriya releases your mouth and turns your head forward. He holds the side of your head so you can’t look away. Shindo leans over your shoulder to give him a kiss of thanks. 

The thrusts resume with four hands roaming your body. The hero in front of you doesn’t go fast, but he does go deep. Slow, rhythmic and deep thrusts into you make you want to curl into yourself. You do your best to keep your eyes on Shindo. He’s hushing you gently, peppering your face with kisses as you do what he asks. 

“Such a good boy.”

“So proud of you.”

“Just like that, Y/N.”

“Keep looking at me, baby.”

It feels like it goes on forever and it probably does. Both of your partners have far more stamina than you do. They could go on forever if they really wanted to. 

By the time Shindo’s getting close, your cock has finally sprung back to life. It leaks precum and bounces against your stomach with each thrust. Midoriya’s hands are dangerously close to it, tracing the skin around it. He knows not to touch it unless he’s allowed to. 

They must have shared some sort of look because Midoriya’s hands finally reach down. One hand wraps around your cock and the other cups your balls, rolling them in his palm gently. You whine and throw your head back onto his shoulder, hands clenching. Even if you’re hard, a third orgasm is too much. But the two of them want to draw out one more. Just one more. 

When a palm comes to focus on the head of your cock and tease it, you tense up. You cum for hopefully the last time. With the way your ass clenches around his cock, Shindo cums deep inside you. He leans in to catch your lips, groaning against them as he rides his climax to the end.

You let out a small whine when he pulls out. There’s another look because Black Whip dissipates and you collapse onto the bed. Your head’s hazy and you don’t think much of it when Shindo pulls you forward and flips you onto your back. 

“Izuku’s still so hard. You won’t let him suffer like that anymore, will you?”

Midoriya eagerly sinks himself into your heat without letting you respond. His grip on your hips is tight as he earnestly pounds into you. It’s beginning to hurt and you try to push away. Shindo doesn’t let you, grabbing your hands and holding them above your head. 

It’s not surprising when the younger hero cums within a few minutes. How long had he been waiting for this? You don’t know. All you know is that it’s warm inside you and you actually find yourself missing the sensation of Midoriya filling you once he pulls out. 

“Wanna take a bath, baby? We’ll take care of you.” 

With a small hum, you nod and nuzzle into Shindo’s body. You’re tired and a bath sounds perfect. You practically crawl into his arms and latch onto him so he can carry you. The rumble in his chest you feel as he chuckles relaxes you. You can already hear the bath water running.

[forcefully-awoken]

how would deku feel when he’s topping and you’re constantly whispering in his ear with your legs wrapped around his lower back

I might have one again gotten carried away with this.. There’s a bit more than whispering coming from reader >.< I hope you still enjoy it anyways!

Izuku x F! Reader

Warnings for: Dacryphilia, Slight Dumbification, Daddy kink, unprotected sex, squirting, my poor attempt at dirty talk. Please let me know if I’ve missed anything else. 

ko-fi commissions 

He really loves fucking you like this. 

Sure, it might not be the most exciting or tantalizing of positions. Missionary rarely is thought of that way, but for Izuku there’s nothing better than watching your face as he drives his cock into you. He likes how he can watch your tits bounce, how he can leave down and leave a hickey if he wants to. Truly, to him, this is the best way to have sex with you. He presses himself in as far as he can go, delighting in the way your eyes roll back into your head when he does. 

The best part about it, however, is how well he can hear you. 

“Come on, pretty thing,” He encourages you, knows the way you get shy sometimes like this, “I wanna hear you, tell me how you’re feeling.” Izuku knows he has you when your legs curl around his waist, heels digging into his back. He smiles when you open your mouth and the words start pouring out of you. 

“Y-you feel so good, ‘Zuku!” Your words are little more than a whisper, but they go straight to his cock. He leans down a bit, letting his head rest next to yours, just to hear you better. One quick thrust of his hips has you squealing, and he revels in the way he can feel your cunt clench around him. “S-so big!”

“Yeah? You need me to stop?” He’s teasing you, knows its a bit cruel but does it anyway. He pulls out as much as he can, until just the tip of him is left in you. He can feel your breathing hitch, and you dig your heels into him more, trying to pull him forward again. 

“No, no, please, I need it,” He smirks while you beg, and holds out for a moment longer to see what else he can draw out of you, “Please I’ll do anything, I’ll die if you don’t keep going.”

“Oh, in that case,” He slams himself back into you, so hard the bed hits the wall with a loud crack. You don’t notice it at all, screaming out your pleasure as he splits you open again. He knows if he keeps this up you’ll go dumb, babble out obscenities and agree with anything he says. He continues the pace- sliding almost all the way out and slamming into you. He pulls back just enough to see your eyes widen, and the smile on his face turns predatory. 

“There’s not a thought in that dumb little head of yours, is there?” He asks it casually, like the two of you are discussing the weather. He knows you love it when he shows off like this- shows you his strength and stamina, the mental fortitude that comes with being a hero transferring over to ruining you completely in the bedroom. 

“No!” You wail out, your eyes all unfocused and glassy just the way he likes to see, “Only you, ‘Zuku, only you!”

“Tell me more,” And this time it isn’t encouragement- it’s a demand, “I wanna hear how much you want me.” Perhaps it’s a leftover from years of quirklessness, but nothing sounds better to him than hearing you praise him like this.

“Want you so bad, love feeling you inside me like this,” You always comply with him like this, babble out any words that come to your mind. He loves the honesty that accompanies it, “You always make me feel so good, cum so hard around you. Love you so much!” Your last word is a squeal as he shifts positions, leaning back on his haunches a bit to pull you forward, legs still wrapped around his waist. Now he can pound into you more, now you’ll have to speak up. 

“Come on, princess, be a good girl for daddy and keep going,” He’s not even sure if you can hear him now, so lost in your own pleasure. He can see tears forming in the corners of your eyes. He can slide in even deeper from this angle, and loves the way your pussy flutters around him when he does. 

“Daddy, please, please make me cum,” You keep on rambling, hands grabbing and twisting at the sheets when you do, “Wanna cream all over your cock, get messy for you!” He frees a hand to move down and rub at your clit, sending your back arching when he does. The tears are falling down, sliding down the sides of your face and into your hair. 

“You’re gonna make a mess?” He questions you like he really means it, like he doesn’t believe you can do it, knows that even like this you’ll rise to his challenge, “Then do it, princess, make us both messy when you cum.”

“Oh god, daddy, don’t stop,” Like he could even if he wanted to. A villain could burst through their door right now, and it wouldn’t stop him pounding away at your sweet little cunt. He can feel the tell tale tightening of it, the way your eyes flutter when you’re about to cum. He doesn’t change pace or position now, just keeps going, closer and closer to his own release. 

You squeal and squirm when you cum now, legs locking around him almost painfully, holding him as deeply inside of you as he can be. He keeps rubbing at your clit, working you through your orgasm. He doesn’t stop until he feels the first hit of your juices on his skin, keeps going a little bit more until you beg. 

“Need you to cum, daddy, feels t-too much!” He has you where he wants you now, all fucked out and begging for his cum. He’s done what he can for you, and moves his fingers off your clit to grip your hips tight in his hands. He doesn’t so much move himself as move you, up and down his cock until pleasure blossoms low in his spine. He groans when he cums, feels the way it has no place to go but deep inside of you. 

Panting, he pulls himself out of you, untangling himself from your legs. He closes them tightly, reminding you gently to keep his cum all inside of you. He flops down onto the bed, embracing you in his arms as tightly as he dares when he knows you’re this sensitive. You cling to him like you’re drowning, and he’s your life vest, though, and pepper small kisses on the skin of his you’re able to reach. He, in turn, strokes down your back, relaxing you until he feels you slip into sleep.

[tomurasprincess]

I WAS ABOUT TO SLEEP BUT THEN I GOT A GPOD IDEA AND I HAD TO SHARE. Ok so Izuku has feelings for his sister but refuses to act on them because it’s unheroic, but eventually he becomes a villain, and once that happens all logic is thrown out the window and he kidnaps his little sister by drugging her one night and she wakes up to her nii-san fucking her into the mattress

Warnings: Noncon, somnophilia, incest, yandere Note: I am so glad you shared your good idea, because I loved writing this.

When you startle awake, it takes you a while to realize that you’re not in your own room anymore. You vaguely remember a figure looming over you, and a sweet smelling cloth covering your mouth. And then nothing.

You feel so odd, burning up, covered in sweat, and feeling a heavy weight on your chest. You feel your body being pushed upwards and a strange noise that sounds like the banging of a headboard.

And something inside you, thrusting roughly.

Your eyes fly open as you see the face of your brother, Izuku, pleasure evident on his face as his cock slides in and out of your tight pussy.

You can’t even begin to form words as you stare into the cruel eyes that used to hold such kindness.

“Oh sis, you’re finally awake,” Izuku chirps at you. “I got impatient, sorry!” His cheerful voice doesn’t match the smirk that curls his lips upwards. “Been waiting so long for this.”

“What are you doing?” Your voice raises in panic and fear. “This is - “

“Wrong?” He finishes your sentence for you. “I remember I used to care about that.” He reaches in between your bodies to pinch your clit, drawing a gasp from your throat. His other hand comes up to grip your throat, leaning in close.

“But we both know I’ve always wanted to do this. Always wanted to be buried in my little sister’s tight cunt.”

You want to deny it, but deep down, you know it is the truth. There was always tension between the two of you, and not the usual sibling tension. You noticed his longer than usual stares, his jealousy when you tried to date, his strange possessiveness over you. And the final week before his disappearance, when his resolve crumbled long enough to kiss you.

One sharp thrust against your walls has you clenching around him.

“But now I don’t care that it’s wrong. I'm tired of holding myself back from what I truly want.”

“But why now -“

He ignores your words completely. “And what I want is you, little sister.”

“Izuku, please stop!“

“Nii-san,” he supplies for you. “Call me nii-san and I’ll consider it.”

Your eyes fill with tears before another gasp is ripped from your throat from a particularly rough thrust inside.

“Nii-san, please stop,” you whimper,

“I was kidding,” he chuckles deeply at the look of shame on your face that quickly turns to anger. “There is not a damned thing anyone can do to prevent me from claiming my little sister’s virgin cunt.” He pauses for a second, eyes widening in an obviously exaggerated way as he bottoms out inside of you in one sharp thrust. “Oops, I meant formerly virgin cunt - “

“Oh god, no, please nii-san, I don’t want this!”

“Really?” He grins at you as he gathers the slick dripping from your pussy. “If you don’t want this, then why are you so wet?”

He begins to grind his thumb down hard on your throbbing clit, causing sparks to run up your spine from the pleasure.

You squeal a bit in surprise as his movements get faster, the tension in you tightening and tightening. You’re so close - so close to cumming around your brother’s cock. You don’t want to. Not at all.

But it happens anyway, Izuku following right after you as his little sister’s fluttering pussy milks him for every drop of cum he has.

“Such a good little sister, so good for your nii-san,” he groans in your ear as he holds you still, cock remaining inside of you. You choke back a sob at the warmth spreading out, knowing exactly what it means.

“You came inside,” you whisper in horror, beginning to weep as your brother shushes you, kissing your forehead like he always used to do when the two of you were younger.

“How else would I claim you as mine?” He pulls you closer to him, rolling you onto your side without removing his cock.

He lets you rest, patting your head and playing with your hair as you come down a bit, whatever drug he gave you lifting the fog from your mind just a bit.

And then he grips your hips and begins to move again.