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[kel-is-here]

Grabs u, throws u into blackspace /j /j

(ooc, because that sentence would cause way too much issues that I really don't feel like dealing with if not lol sorry)

waaahhh!! ive been black spaced!!

[3rdgymbros]

no hell had ever burned so sweet

A/N: This was inspired by @hanihana's wonderful comic on tumblr, and I hope I've done her art justice! If you haven't already seen the villain! katsudeku AU, you totally should. That being said, this is my first time writing katsudeku (let alone in an AU setting), and I hope I haven't made them too OOC! Please scream at me in the tags or in the inbox!! (There’s slight NSFW, so it’s been put under a read-more~)

Kendou finds him in the morning, poring thoughtfully over his collection of notebooks. He’s spread them out on his desk; there are only a few blank pages left in his latest one, and he’s managed to add an entry or two about some upcoming heroes who have managed to catch his eye. Soon, the book itself will need to be changed, and maybe he’ll write more in it, when all he sees is his own writing.

“I’ve got news, boss.” She says by way of greeting, waving a sheath of newspapers about in the air.

Izuku lets out a noncommittal hum, studying the auburn haired girl as she strides into the room. Exhaustion from pulling an all-nighter drags at him like wet winter clothes after a swim. The king-sized bed had felt empty, wrong, without Kacchan in it beside him, and he hadn’t felt like crawling into a bed that was far too big for him and attempting the farce of sleeping.

Not that they’ve been doing much sleeping as of late.

Even in the bedroom, Kacchan had an improper tongue. Hearing those sweet, filthy words pouring out of his mouth was always a turn-on, and he’d come right on the spot, with only Kacchan’s hot mouth wrapped around his dick. Surprisingly receptive, Kacchan had mercilessly exploited his weakness; taunting him with all the things he planned to do to Izuku once they were alone, unravelling Izuku with both his words and body whenever they kissed and touched and fucked – though not always in bed.

“Boss.”

How persistent. But Kendou’s voice is enough to clear the lust fogging up his mind.

The mantle of responsibility falls hard back onto his shoulders. Izuku takes Kendo in with tired, lidded eyes, his expression giving nothing away. He might be running on fumes, but his mind is as alert as ever, going full speed with his observations.

She’s wearing makeup and perfume. Subtle, smells like vanilla and marigolds. The jacket’s new, she bought it last week. Her boots are a little too tight; they’re pinching her toes on the left foot. The dress is low-cut and flashy; she’s planning to go out for some fun. Her mouth is turned down at the corners, her eyebrows are drawn together.

“Bad news, hm~?”

There’s a statement behind the honey-laced question, and Kendou knows it. Tension pinches her freckled cheeks and rapidly drives the colour from her complexion. Izuku studies her all the while, a specimen under the microscope.

He waits.

Her expression closes and darkens. “It’s Bakugou. He’s . . .”

The very name chases wishes of sleep from his head and battles the exhaustion back to the periphery of his mind.

“What about Kacchan?”

Rage eats at his calm. His anger burns brightly. He knows that Kacchan’s more than capable of looking after himself, but his childhood friend has been the only constant in his life, and Izuku knows, without a shadow of a doubt that he’d kill anyone who dared to lay a finger on his Kacchan.

“It’s Bakugou,” Kendou says again, almost ruthlessly calm and unperturbed by the dark anger colouring his voice. She’s one of the few people who aren’t put off by his volatile mood swings, and talks to him freely, without fear of any repercussions. She can lift twice Izuku’s body weight and works harder than anyone to make sure the underlings aren’t causing any unnecessary trouble and drawing too much attention. Izuku’s grateful to have her around. “The pro-heroes caught him. He’s under heavy guard now, but our intel says he’ll be transferred to a maximum-security prison in approximately three hours.”

“Ah.” As if a switch has been thrown, Izuku relaxes and grins at Kendou. “Well, that’s fine then. You should have said something sooner, Kendou-chan!” He arranges his notebooks in a neat pile upon his desk, changing the subject with ease. “Do you want to grab some breakfast? I need some caffeine in my system.”

“I don’t mind, but – Wait. Boss. We have more important things to worry about – How is everything fine?”

His smile grows. “All we have to do is get Kacchan out before they transfer him, right? Problem solved.” Izuku hums thoughtfully. “On second thought, maybe we should postpone breakfast, hmm? I should probably get going.”

“Alone?”

“Well, seeing as how you’re busy going on dates with that boyfriend of yours –”

She flushes a bright shade of red that clashes horribly with her auburn hair. “It is not a date, I’m just –”

It’s always so easy to push her buttons. Izuku takes in her embarrassment with cold and detached amusement before waving a dismissive hand in her direction. “That’s fine. Have fun on your nondate with your nonboyfriend Monoma. No objections here.” His voice sharpens. “I’ll go and get Kacchan alone.”

His hands are sticky, stained red with blood. He wishes he’d worn his gloves today.

They’ve put Bakugou in a lightless place, stagnant and airless. Filth and despair seems to clog his every pore. He’s grown used to spending a life in the darkness, but it doesn’t suit his Kacchan, a force larger than life, a typhoon that hates to be contained.

The corridor is about thirty yards long, with cells on both sides. Some are padded cells with an observation window, long and narrow like an archery slit; in the centre of the door. Others are standard prison cells, with a wall of bars opening on the corridor. Izuku is aware of figures moving in the cells, but he spares them nothing, not even a glance.

He could care less if they rot to death in here.

His objective is one person only.

Bakugou’s cell is well beyond the others, facing only a closet across the corridor. It’s the only one fortified with heavy double doors of iron and steel. They’ve spared no expense in keeping him locked up, it seems. Izuku presses the button beside the doors, waiting for them to hiss apart and announce his arrival.

The cell is spotlessly white and brightly lit. Izuku walks in, his footfalls the only sound in the otherwise silent room, and takes it all in with a contemplative hum. Heavy canvas webbing keeps Bakugou bound tightly to a thick slab of concrete bolted to the floor. Barbed wire rings his neck, his chest, his arms. Beneath the webbing he wears a straitjacket and leg restraints.

Up close, Bakugou looks fine. His hair still sticks up in messy, unkempt spikes; his face is pale, the stark absence of colour emphasizing his brilliantly red irises. His lips are chapped and his nose is pink. He raises his head and grins as Izuku approaches. His eyes run up and down Izuku lazily, like the stroking paws of a cat.

Izuku’s answering smile is as sharp as the edge of a blade.

Bakugou’s straightforward desire is enjoyable. No seduction, no pretence. His want is simple, and he does nothing to hide it or dress it under honeyed words.

“What took you so fucking long, Deku?”

Even chained up and bound with all manners of tracking devices, Bakugou is still as cocky as ever. A mocking edge to his question, made all the more pronounced by the rasp in his voice makes Izuku’s stomach flutter. It brings sex to mind. Extraordinary sex.

The thought of his Kacchan tied and bound up with a length of rope, spread out prettily on their bed, writhing and moaning Izuku’s name over and over again, coming undone while Izuku pounds into him makes for a pretty picture, and sends a white-hot desire trammelling through Izuku’s veins.

His lips are dry, so Izuku licks them before answering, “Sorry, Kacchan. It took me a while to bypass their security system.”

“Heh?” Bakugou asks, teasing and mischievous, “The heroes gave you a hard time to save me, huh?”

Izuku’s eyes darken with desire. Bakugou licks his own lips, mirroring his gesture from several minutes before, as though he knows what Izuku’s thinking. Kacchan’s there. Right there. All perfect and gorgeous and smelling of soap and sweat. If they weren’t hard-pressed for time, Izuku would be fucking Bakugou senseless here and now, hearing him scream and beg as his nails rake their way down Izuku’s back –

“No, no, don’t worry about that.” Izuku smiles angelically, in a way that completely dismisses the other’s concerns. “Getting through their defenses was actually fun.”

Izuku bubbles out a laugh that’s tinged with mania. He’s lost count of the number of heroes he’s killed, the wake of bodies he’s left in his rampage; the only evidence he has is staining his hands, dripping and splattering onto the linoleum tiles in a soft crimson rain. “But Kacchan, saving people is what heroes do. And I’m not a hero. Neither are you. We abandoned that title a long time ago, remember?”

“Oh yeah, that’s right.” Bakugou hums in approval, the sound as warm as bathwater.

It manages to bring a genuine smile to Izuku’s face. Few things these days have the ability to make Izuku happy – and even now, Kacchan can still make him smile. It’s something that hasn’t changed from when they were kids, bright-eyed and young and naïve, playing at being heroes with sticks and capes made of blankets.

Izuku isn’t connected to these dreams on a personal level. Not anymore.

“I’m not here to save you.” Izuku purrs, leaning forwards to nuzzle his nose along the sensitive spot behind Bakugou’s neck, so that his words vibrate into skin and bones. He can’t make Kacchan scream his name yet; but hearing his sudden, sharp intake of breath is enough to satiate him. For now. “I’m here to pick you up.”

It elicits a growl from Bakugou. “Quit teasing and just fucking kiss me already, Deku.”

Izuku bites back his amusement, running his fingers through the sweat-damp roots of ash blond hair. “Why, since you asked so politely, Kacchan!”

Izuku knows he’ll pay for it later, that he’ll be reduced to a quivering, panting mess on the bed, begging to feel Kacchan’s dick inside of him. But when Bakugou’s pupils darken, Izuku takes a single sip of his arousal and finds it exquisite. That’s enough teasing for today.

Chuckling lightly, Izuku leans forwards, mindful not to snag himself on the barbed wire. With another growl, Bakugou surges forward and kisses Izuku hard, bruising his lips. Izuku’s hands twine themselves in ash blond hair, fisting it roughly, holding him in place so he can’t turn away. He bites the tongue that Bakugou thrusts aggressively into his mouth, then his lower lip, tasting blood. Izuku sighs. A slow, hot trickle of arousal gathers deep in his bones.

“Let’s go home, Kacchan,” Izuku breathes against Bakugou’s mouth.

“Yeah, but before that –” The cutting rasp to Bakugou’s voice becomes more pronounced, and Izuku feels his stomach clench in anticipation.

“Hm?” Izuku hums lightly, feeling a dark grin spread across Bakugou’s lips.

“Release me and let me burn this place to the fucking ground.”

It’s incredibly easy to get Bakugou riled up, and each and every time, Izuku relishes the sight of it. A feral smile is stretched taut across his face. The sparks in his eyes fly into his darkness like fireflies down a cave.

God, how Izuku wants him. The craving hasn’t gone away, not even for a minute.

“Oh, Kacchan,” Izuku coos, his fingers already making quick work of the wires and straps, “Stop being so charming, will you?”

[cefh-rp]

So, I was just telling Bre how much I love when things come together and when someone sorta follows the main and the rp for a bit before taking the plunge. I’m so glad that T did and that she came into the admin inbox because she’s so cute. Anyway everyone welcome Dillon’s tortured soul. With Bella’s background I just want to hug her but she’s strong and probably wouldn’t want me to do so. Anyhow, Please welcome T who will be playing BELLA DE LA ROSA  with a CAMILA MENDES FC. Please be sure to send in your account within 24 hours so that we can send you our ooc blog and ooc discord. Also please be sure to check out our NEW MEMBER’S CHECKLIST which should help orient you on what to do before posting your first starter. 

OOC INFORMATION

Name/Alias: T.

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 23

Timezone: PST

Activity Level: 6/10

Triggers: sexual abuse

Anything Else?: hope my audition is good enough to join and I look forward to plotting with everyone :)

IC INFORMATION

Desired Character: Bella De La Rosa. FC: Camila Mendes

Based On: Brooke Davis/Peyton Sawyer 

Age: 17

In character birthdate: February 13th

Grade: Sophomore

Gender Identity: Cis-Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual 

Positive Character Traits: +Resilient, +charming, +insightful 

Negative Character Traits: -impulsive, -stubborn, -heartbroken

Sports & Clubs: dance team or cheer team

Three Likes: milkshakes, authenticity, boys

Three Dislikes: cargo shorts, faux anything, rain

Ships: Bella/Chemistry

Anti-Ships: Bella/No Chemistry

BIOGRAPHY

The family portrait that hangs above the fireplace is always nothing short of perfect. Usually it’s main purpose in fictional stories was to be something haunting and fake to the main character – but it was not to Bella De La Rosa Lopez. Her life was perfect. She had the life of luxury with the love of two parents who actually liked each other. It was unheard of when the world would only allow love or money. The Del La Rosa’s had moved back to Dillon so Bella could attend high school in the town they had fell in love in. It was also Bella’s idea since the city life stressed her father too much plus she’d be closer to more family members. She was hashtag blessed and she knew it. But all of it went away for Bella with a visit from blue and red lights, a chat that still couldn’t penetrate her ears, and a final event dressed in black.

Bella’s Freshman year was cut short by grief and the desire to be kept out of the spotlight. It was hard enough having people who didn’t know her leave flowers by her gated empty house. The support didn’t help at all. Not when she was constantly trying to push and pull against the void in her life that she was forced to live with. Not when she was on the brink of tears constantly. It drove her grandparents to seek help for her and put her in homeschool for remainder of the school year. After less than a year, however, she started feeling almost normal and was looking forward to putting on her pearls and short dresses.

Bella was always sweet as she was pretty which was always said about her at school even though she was only there a month. But with the new year came a new dawn to Bella’s persona. She had become a soda can that has been shaken, with raw emotions that bubbled and burst to the top. The acceptance, the grief, and the anger. Oh the anger. She couldn’t fathom living another day without her nails being as sharp as her winged liner. Another day where she had to politely nod and smile through a story she didn’t ask to hear. Another day where she wasn’t adorning her mother’s pearls and pretty clothes. Her parents’ time was up, but hers wasn’t, and she wasn’t going to waste hers anymore. She was going to do what she wanted to do, and study till she was just as successful as her parents.

Bella threw herself into participating in cheer/dance and clubs to gain a sense of belonging. Sure, she has her grandparents, which she couldn’t be anymore thankful for. But she needed structure and family and friends. She looked at these small town people with envy because they all looked like she had when she was happy. And with her new outlook on life, confidence, and her silver tongue. She knew she could make it in, and make it on top.

IC QUESTIONNAIRE

Q: Being a resident of Dillon, what is your stance on all things Panthers?

A: People might say that Panthers are the symbol for the strength and togetherness of Dillon. But it’s honestly just a distraction. It’s some faux pas to make your Friday night pass by without feeling like it’s been wasted. Like you did something and cheered for something that mattered. It’s all just a nice blue and gold distraction to me.

Q: We’ve heard some residents using the phrase “Texas Forever.” Do you see yourself still living in Texas 10 years from now?

A: I use to be one of those residents, but now there’s nothing left for me here in Texas. I look forward to moving on with my life and moving on from Dillon after graduation. I don’t think I’d return.

Q: What’s your favorite class right now?

A:  Economics and English. I need to learn how money works so I could make more of it. And I love stories. 

[kel-is-here]

Ad Astra Abyssosque

"Huh"

[kel-is-here]

.... You want water? Orange Joe is uh... Extremely unhealthy to drink in one sitting

*the child hands Kel a bottle of cold water.*

"Thanks! But trust me, I'm fine with Orange Joe! I've gotten used to it by now, heh!"

[kel-is-here]

*Basil nods and nervously looks away. Meanwhile, the kid has a realization and focuses their attention on Kel* Ohh! So that's why you did a lil grimace earlier! It's cause those two are your friends! I guess you're not as lonely as I thought Mister Kel! *The kid muses, giggling.*

"Yeah... They're my friends. So it hurts to see her being so mean to him..."

[kel-is-here]

*Gives a thumbs up before running behind the girl and tapping her shoulder.* Miss? What are you doing to that boy? *They ask, faking ignorance at the girl in front of them to distract her, signalling Kel to take the boy away.*

*Kel realizes what they're doing, and nod at them. He walks over to the boy*

"Hey, Basil... Everything okay? Here, come with me."

[kel-is-here]

Then let's go! Oh, wait, before we go over, do you want anything to protect yourself with? I have pepperspray here if you want to use it. Just in case it escalates of course! I also have handcuffs.

*The kid shows them a bottle of pepperspray and pulls out some handcuffs*

Sister is really too overprotective sometimes.

*They mumble*

"Oh, I'm good... I'll just use my trusty BASKETBALL here!"

"Be careful with those, don't wanna hurt anyone..."

[kel-is-here]

I've tried it before and it tastes pretty good. What brand or Orange juice/soda did you use? It's also better if you put less coffee and more of the soda/juice.

Idk. One sec

Ok I just used Kroger brand orange juice. Maybe that had something to do w it? Or maybe you just have an odd taste anon (lighthearted joke!!)

[kel-is-here]

You and your brother have such a sweet relationship! You two make me wish I had an older brother :')

"Aww, thanks! I've always been super close with him, hehe!"

[kel-is-here]

Kel, buddy, are you ok? Do you keep a hug?

"..."

"I'm fine! No need to worry about me!"

[kel-is-here]

Kel, do you think that Basil's afraid of you?

"I don't see why he would be?"

[kel-is-here]

Hey KEL, did you know that some people like to call you "KILL" because it apparently sounds similar KEL?

"Huh. I did not know that, no."

[kel-is-here]

Kel you make us sound like we have BPD or something-

"I didn't think of it like that. More like, some of the people who send in asks are nice, and other people are terrifying! But there's multiple people who send in very different asks!"

[kel-is-here]

Kel, what was that first thing you did together with Hero after he got out of his (for lack of a better word) depressive slump? And what was the most latest thing that you've done with him?

"Well, the day after we argued, we went to see a movie together! I forget what it was, but I remember being so happy to see that he was finally out of bed!!"

"And, earlier today, he tried to teach me how to make cookies!! Emphasis on "tried," though, hehe. It was still super fun though!"

[kel-is-here]

hi kel, my name is captain spaceboy. i am the real captain spaseboy. i have been stranded on this planet and need $10000 and your mothers credit card number to get bakc to my spaceship and help my crew. if yoi help me i will give free spaceboy merc

"I may be a bit stupid at times, but I'm not that naive. C'mon! If you're trying to scam me at least do a better job about it!"