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Frozen 2.0 Disney don't come for me
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Reader's personality is based off of Maki Zen'in
Warnings: Swearing, bad parenting, kinda ooc for some people.
Class 1-A x Gn!reader.
Wait up!" Y/N chases after their twin brother, holding a butterfly net.
Katsuki sighs, turning and stopping to wait for them, facing them with an annoyed expression on his face.
"You're so slow, 'N/N!" He huffs, folding his arms as his twin catches up to him. Y/N pouts, narrowing their eyes at him. "Izuku's my friend too! You have to wait for me when we go to his house!" Katsuki rolls his eyes.
"Whatever. Just come on already!" He says as he walks off. Y/N quickly follows. Y/N looks like their twin, and their twin looks like them. As twins should. Both have ash blonde hair and deep red eyes.
The two did everything together. From playing to eating, to copying each other's actions. The two shared the same goals, the same dreams. The dream of becoming a hero.
Y/N remembers the day well. The day they found out they were never going to get a quirk. The day their parents began to treat them differently. The day their twin hardly talked to them.
"I can't believe I gave birth to that..."
"Come on, don't say things like that. Its not their fault..."
Y/N was used to overhearing their parents conversations. The small arguments about them.
Things began to change. Y/N's needs were tossed aside while Katsuki basked in the spotlight.
At least Y/N had Izuku. Their one and only bestfriend.
But eventually, they began to drift apart. Y/N decided they weren't going to let their family push them down.
They were going to prove how they could be better than Katsuki.
Y/N grew to hate their family. Katsuki, Mitsuki, all of them. They stopped relying on them. Stopped paying attention to them. Stopped caring.
Y/N was determined to rise past all of their family and become the number one hero to prove that they were better.
To prove...
They were worth something.
Shoto Todoroki with an S/O who is very silly
Also seriously pls do not repost or reblog
Warnings: swearing sorta? Uh reader is GN and stuff.
Also the reason I call this 'Attention span of a squirrel' is bc squirrels have the attention span of uhhhhhh
Shoto was hanging from a rope, ankle first and upside down. The rope made him spin around the room very slowly as he felt the blood go to his head.
To make things worse, Shoto was dangling over a pit. It was foggy down there, so he wasn't able to see the bottom.
You both were chosen to go against Aizawa for this project, to see how well you did in a real villain situation.
So far?
Not so great.
Shoto was beginning to feel lightheaded, so he called out to you to try and bring your attention back to the situation.
"L/N." He calls, making you jolt out of your distracted state and back at him. "Hm?" You look up at him. "Oh yeah. Sorry, I forgot." You laugh nervously, scratching the back of your neck.
"Okay...so..." You tap your chin in thought as you stare at the rope wrapped around Shoto's ankle. "If I were me...which I am...then how would I get Shoto out of here?" You jut out your bottom lip slightly, narrowing your eyes as if it would make you think harder.
"I don't mean to rush you," Shoto begins in his usual monotone voice. "But Mr. Aizawa could be approaching." He says, spinning slowly as the rope clings to his ankle.
You don't seem to hear this, as you're staring down at the pit. "Aha! I've got the situation!" You grin confidently, stumbling slightly as you take off your right shoe. Shoto raises an eyebrow, confused to what you were doing.
Then you suddenly throw your shoe into the pit. "One..." And you begin counting. "Two...three....four.....five..." You continue. Shoto feels confused as he stares at you. What the hell were you doing?
"L/N. What are you doing?" He finally asks, eyes still trained on your every move.
After you count to ten, you beam proudly, like you made a shocking discovery. At least, you thought you did.
"Well my icy friend," You begin as you point down into the pit. "We have discovered a bottomless pi-" You were interrupted by a soft 'thud' of your shoe finally hitting the bottom of the pit.
"Oh. Nevermind. Not bottomless, just ten seconds deep."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Shoto asks, tilting his head as best he can. You just turn back and grin at him.
"Well, if I cut you down from there, at least I know how long you'll be falling for!" You beam, like you've solved all world problems.
"Okay, now hold still." You try to reach for the rope, but stumble and almost fall into the pit. "Whoa!" You yelp lightly as the dirt crumbles beneath your feet. Luckily you got out of the way in time.
"Okay! New plan." You clap your hands together. Then, to Shoto's dismay, you begin to pace around the pit. After a while, you grin. Its not an innocent grin, but a mischievous one. Almost Bakugo like.
You suddenly run backwards. Shoto sighs in disappointment, thinking you've given up on him. "How do I-" He stops himself when he looks back at you, now charging at him. "L/N! What are you-"
You grin as you jump off the ledge of the pit, jumping up to grab him. You use a pocket knife to cut the rope in the process so you both don't get stuck.
You and Shoto tumble onto the otherside, landing into a pile of eachother.
Sort of a 69 position.
Quickly, you both pull away and stand up.
Shoto feels embarrassed, looking away from you and not knowing what to say.
That is, until you clear your throat. "So...here." You hand him a small amethyst rock. Maybe you collected it a while ago, or you found it somewhere. Eitherway, you don't really remember.
Shoto tilts his head, looking at the amethyst in your palm, then back at your face. "Whats this?" He asks.
You smile softly, finding his confusion amusing. "A gift! See? Its pretty, like you." You beam. Shoto swears he sees light emitting from you as you smile at him. Shoto gives a small smile in return, and takes the amethyst. "Thank you, L/N." He says, his voice soft.
You laugh softly and place your hands on your hips. "And since I gave you a gift, we're friends now. Is that okay?" You say, even though Shoto doesn't have a choice in the matter.
Shoto puts the amethyst in his pocket. "Okay."
You grin and give him a small thumbs up. "Great! So you have to call me by my first name now, okay?"
"Okay."
"Okay what?"
"Okay, Y/N."
"Atta boy!"
Shoto smiles softly. He feels a sudden feeling in his chest, snapping him out of his thoughts. He places a hand on his chest, suddenly very confused.
Did my heart skip a beat? Do I have heart problems? Perhaps I should see Recovery Girl after this.... He thought.
Eventually, the day ended, and everyone was heading to their dorm rooms to finally get some sleep.
All except Shoto. He stayed on the green couch in the lounge, staring blankly at the wall, lost in thought.
"We're friends now, so you have to call me by my first name!" Your voice rang in his head like a lullaby.
A week passed, and you and Shoto stared hanging out more. You would say things like:
"Shoto! Do you ever thinks ants get lonely?"
"Shoto! Did you know worms have an asshole?"
"Shoto! Whats your least favorite animal?"
Things that would make him smile, or things that would make him confused. Things that would make him think, or things that would make him surprised.
Every little thing you did made him have a soft and warm feeling in his chest. Shoto, completely oblivious to these feelings, decides to confront his friend, Izuku. One night, everyone is staring to head to bed, when Shoto approaches Izuku.
"Midoriya." He says, staring the conversation. "I need your help."
Izuku tilts his head, looking up at his friend. His green eyes fill with curiosity. "What is it, Todoroki? Is everything okay?" He wonders.
"I think I have heart problems." Shoto says, in earshot for Mina and Ochako to hear.
"WHAT?!" Mina gasps, suddenly very interested to Shoto's conversation with Izuku. Mina and Ochako rush over to them, their eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay, Todoroki? Should we get you to the hospital?" Midoriya asks, standing up as his expression turns to one of concern.
Shoto thinks for a moment, before speaking again. "No. I just feel a warm feeling in my chest, and sometimes my heart skips a beat. Sometimes my face gets hot, even though I try and cool myself down with my left side."
Mina and Ochako's eyes widen. The two beam, leaning ever so closely to Shoto. "Do you feel this way around a certain someone?" Mina says, her voice giddy and excited.
Shoto nods. "Yes, it happens around L/- I mean, Y/N."
Mina and Ochako squeal, while Izuku sighs in relief, glad his friend isn't suffering from any heart failure.
"What? What is it?" Shoto looks at them all, very confused. Did he really have heart problems...?
"Its love!" Mina grabs Ochako's hands, the two of them bouncing around in circles.
"Love..?" Shoto tilts his head. "Yes, Y/N is my friend. I care for them deeply." He nods, confused to why Mina and Ochako were makeing a big deal about this fact.
"No, Todoroki!" Mina looks at him in the eyes as she stops bouncing. "Romantic love." She corrects.
Something in Shoto's brain clicks. "Oh." He says quietly, a soft dusty pink tainting his cheeks.
Shoto began to hang out with you more, staying by your side as you ramble about silly things, or smiling as you show him silly things.
Until one day, Izuku encouraged him to confess.
Shoto asked you to meet him at the courtyard after school, and you did. Shoto took a deep breath, trying to gather his nerves before he spoke to you.
"Y/N." He says softly as he looks into your eyes.
Your beautiful eyes...the ones he could get lost in for hours. The ones he loved staring into.
"I have feelings for you. Romantic ones." He finally says after a moment of silence.
You, being the person you were, holds up a hand for him to high-five. "Dude, no way, that is awesome sauce!" You say.
Shoto looks at you in confusion and disbelief. You suddenly cover your mouth in embarrassment, muttering quiet apologizes.
"Oh god, I'm really sorry, Shoto! It just popped into my head and then my mouth talked and then it all fell apart but what I ment to say was..." You take a deep breath, and look at him in the eyes.
"I love you. Like a lot." You hold out your arms as far as they could go. "If I was able to, I would stretch my arms pur way further but this is as far as they can go. But I really do love you!" You beam.
Shoto chuckles softly at your antics. He suddenly feels...complete.
You smile as well, and lower your hands. Then, you slowly extend your hand out to him to take. Shoto's eyes light up slightly. He slowly take your hand, and you intertwine your fingers with his.
"Now I get to tell people I have my own furnace AND my own cooler!" You grin brightly, making Shoto chuckle again.
He kisses your cheek gently. "Your pretty." He whispers.
And so doofus and doofus 2.0 relationship begins.
In this I made an au (y/n) she is todoroki’s twin and she’s a perfect mix of her parents making her quirk water she looks like this:
Hope you enjoy!
Warning: lots of angst, mentions of child abuse, swearing?
It was the battle at the summer camp. You along with your fellow 1-a class mates were fighting against the villains. You were heading back with the injured to make sure they got there safely. You saw aizawa fighting off a man with blue fire. Before he melted into a puddle of mud you got a good look at him. He looked really familiar.
While you were fighting you kept thinking of him, until he was right in front of you. He blasted fire at you but not to hurt you, to try and get away from you. It finally dawned on you. With all the pent up rage you suppressed throughout your childhood you screamed at him as he faced away from you “toya!” He paused for a split second before continued walking. “Don’t you dare walk away from me!” He turned to face you “you must have me mistaken with someone else.” You shook your head “you may look different but I’ll never forget those eyes” Changing the subject he pointed at your arm and asked “what happened to your arm” you hit him in the face with your quirk “ You weren’t there!”
Flashback: no one expected you to be born. Everyone thought rei was only pregnant with shoto. When your quirk came in, just like all your other siblings you were disowned by your father. Toya took it upon himself to become your closest sibling always making you feel better. Your favorite thing was the game he used to play with you. He would light his hands on fire and hold them underneath your hands. With your quirk you would put out the fire making you giggle like crazy. He always used to smile and say I love you my rainbow. You’re the calm during a storm. After he died you were devastated. You tried to play with your other siblings but it wasn’t the same. You missed toya deeply. One day before training shoto and your dad we’re walking towards the training room. You stopped them both. Your father looked angry. You asked innocently “can I spend time with you two?” Your father barked “no we don’t have time for stupid games. Shoto must become the best.” You teared up and whispered “ but you two are the only ones who can play the fire game with me”. Your father just glared at you while you stood in the way of him and training his precious masterpiece. “I don’t give a shit just get out of the way” he yelled at you. “Please” you begged looking up at him. “I said no!” He yelled throwing fire your way. Being too young you didn’t have enough control over your quirk to protect yourself so his shot ended up burning your right arm. That was the last time you tried to spend time with them. In that moment you realized you were all alone. End of flashback
Dabi looked at you as you finished your story. It almost looked as if he was going to reach out to you when he heard the voices of your classmates. He turned away from you. “No, don’t you dare leave me again” you barked. He whispered “I’m sorry my rainbow” and blew fire at you. “Toya” you yelled. By the time you could clear up the fire he was gone. Clouds started to roll in. “TOYA” you screamed with all the pain in your heart as the clouds started to rain. Soaking wet in that forest alone, you realized once again, you were alone.
Hey guys I hope you liked it I’m sorry it’s kinda short
Alright alright alright you guys.
I want to say that I hardly see a lot of vanilla smut on here. Some good and soft smut. Not that rough smut. Smacking the ass and all. Always want to see the gentle smut or a first time smut.
Also to point out. It would be good to see some trans too. I love to read some of that too.
Headcanons fir aizawa , present mic and hawks with chaotic himbo bf. Like he has a heart of gold and means well but always seems to cause mayhem even if he doesn't mean to
(Thank you so much for the request, I’ve never written a himbo before but I hope you like it :)
-Shouta Aizawa
Someone save this man. But actually don’t. As someone who deals with raging and goofy teenagers (cough cough kaminari cough bakugou cough) he basically lives in chaos which is why so many people were shocked that he would willingly carry said chaos into his personal life. Y/N or H/N as many of the students know him is basically chaos wrapped up in a pretty package. Once, Aizawa had to leave work early because Y/n had gotten distracted while trying o cook the two of them dinner and accidently burnt his kitchen so bad that most of the counters and appliances had tol be replaced. “But Shoo I wanna do the cooking” Y/n whined as Aizawa shook his head “no, nope, not happening, you just sit there and look pretty” he smiled as Y/n became flustered but smiled “can you teach me how to make something next time?” the h/c man asked as the dark haired teacher smiled even wider “sure”. Let me just tell you, the amount of sexual tension could’ve steamed veggies during that cooking lesson.
-Hizashi Yamada
Honestly this man would just vibe with it, he brings you to work and teaches you how to run the sound booth for his radio show, let you help with his classes, and if you mess up? Oh well accidents happen. Accidently commit arson trying to bake? That’s fine. Lead a bunch of stray animals back home solely because they were cute? Guess you guys’ will need a bigger yard. In his eyes you can do almost no wrong, the only wrong someone as sweet as you can commit is using is precious hairgel. You could honestly commit murder and he would just brush it off regardless of the two of you being heros. Not to mention the way he absolutely melts when you come to him for help with simple household tasks that seem so difficult for one person. “Babe, have you seen my gel?” The bright haired man asked in a rush as his partner hummed combing the last of said gel through their own locks unknowingly. “Uh oh” The H/C man whispered knowing that he had messed up “Babe?” Hizashi’s voice came from much closer this time as his vibrant eyes locked onto the empt jar “Oops?”
-Keigo Takami
Not gonna lie this man is kind of a himbo himself sometimes so I feel like it would just be two himbos in a relationship trying not to accidentally kill someone with their shenanigans. Like Y/N could just be chillin' at home, trying to cook something nice when Hawks is at work and then, BAM Hawks accidentally flew into a window cause he thought the balcony was still open. Or, Keigo just trying to set up something romantic in the bathroom, and then the next thing he knows, Y/N’s favorite hairbrush is in the toilet. It’s honestly difficult for other people to see how they haven’t destroyed their apartment yet, but that’s because the two of them do manage to help each other out without absolute mayhem raining down upon them for no reason. “Hey Kei!” Y/N yelled running his hands through h/c hair “Yess? What’s up?” The winged hero popped his head into the bathroom to find his boyfriend frantically searching the bathroom drawers “Have you seen my favorite brush?” the question caused Keigo to sigh as he reached into the cabinet above the toilet “This one?” the blonde questioned with a smirk as he handed the object over “Thanks, babe!” The oblivious h/c hero smiled as Keigo quickly left the room. After a few minutes he hears Y/N huff “Why does my brush smell weird?” and he never tells a single soul the reason the brush smells funny and simply replaces it with one identical to the first.
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pairing: Enji “Endeavor” Todoroki x Reader rating: 18+ summary: ”Enji,“ You said as you walked through the manor. It was summer and Enji wanted to put you something more traditional during these summer months. So you went through the halls of the manor in nothing bout a yukata decorated with flower and flames to signify who you belonged to. As if your round and active middle didn’t give it away. tags: wife!reader, pregnant!reader, smut, rough sex, doggy style, pregnancy kink, breeding kink
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rating: e (18+) reader: f summary: loving the great endeavor was a euphoria you never wanted to quit. he was an inferno, a blazing glory of an old man who doesn’t talk to his kids because they all hate him. he’s a bad man wrapped in the packaging of a good guy, a hero. tags: smut, rough sex, riding, sugar daddy au, filth.
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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!housekeeper!reader, this is a dark fic, dub con, power imbalance, suggested age gap, rough sex, gagging, creampie / basically forced breeding, enji is a big meanie, all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ dabi was supposed to be my first mha character but daddy won sorry. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3
for once, during your shifts in the Todoroki household, you were breathing easy. you hum, quietly to yourself, as you scrub each dish, before rinsing the suds away to stack it in the draining rack. usually, you were already aching, with your face shoved in a couch cushion with your ass in the air, taking whatever Enji felt like you deserved that day. more often than not, you’d be crying by the time he finished, and tossed you into the floor like a discarded cumrag, smelling like him and shuddering. you told yourself you only kept coming back because you needed the money, but there were other jobs out there. nicer families to work for.
it was the fear that had a grip on you.
when Enji would bark your name, you would always freeze. he only ever acknowledged you when he needed someone to drain his balls anyways, so you knew what you would be doing for the next hour or so.
you were glad that ( it seemed like ) today would be easier on your body than normal. Enji hadn’t left his bedroom yet, and you were almost finished with the dishes. you had to mop the floors and tidy up the bedrooms, and then you could finally leave.
but the running water in the sink silences his usually too-heavy-to-miss footsteps, and you had no idea Enji was coming until you felt his warmth radiating against your back and your eyes widen. “M—Mister Todoroki, I didn’t hear you come i—“
“Stick your little ass out more,” he rasped, one massive hand pawing at your waist, thumb digging into your tummy to bend you into an arch, and you whine as you comply, gripping the platter tight in one hand and the sponge in the other, “the hell ‘m I paying you so goddamn much for, again? There’s cheaper housemaids, you know.”
“S—sir—“
his free hand hooks around your throat and guides your head back to rest the crown against his sternum, pretzeling you into an unnatural S shape and you cower below his massive form. the expanse of his chest seems miles long from this angle, his harsh features twisted into a wicked scowl. you squint, trying not to lock on to his furious eyes, and stared at his mouth instead. “P—please—“
Enji doesn’t even hear your pathetic, little plea, pushing his gargantuan body against yours, he pins you to the countertop, knocking the breath out of you.
“You’re a tight, little cocksleeve, so you’re worth just a little bit more than those old bags that clean twice as good as you do.” he snarls, hunching over to smear his open mouth over your forehead, and a wave of hot breath tickles your countenance, “but you’d better remember that and start acting like the pricey, set of fuckholes you are. If your back’s not arched, and that ass isn’t on display for me at all times going forward, I’m gonna start cutting your pay. You’ll take twice the cock, though. Am I clear?”
with your bottom lip trembling, you nod with wide eyes, holding the plate closer to your chest. you weren’t sure why you still gripped it, other than you simply needed something to hold on to, something to use as a shield, even if it was a useless one.
Enji quirked a brow, tilted his head of one side, and skewed his lips to bare his teeth. “My question requires a verbal response, whore.”
eyes big and nervous, you release the plate and sponge and allow them to slip back into the soapy water, splashing your top as they do so, but you try to wrap your smaller hands around his forearm when you feel his fingers wanting to tighten around your neck, threatening for you to submit to him or face the severe consequences. “Y—yes sir!” you stammer, holding on to the hardest muscle you’ve ever felt contract under your fingertips.
the hand on your waist careens downward and forces its way between your thighs, and you squirm when calloused fingertips, as rough as sandpaper, rub hard against your panties, “I thought I told you about this, too.” he hisses, coaxing a damp patch against his fingers as he kneads your sensitive sex through the lingerie. you whimper; Enji had made it beyond clear— panties were forbidden. that way, he could easily bend you over any piece of furniture in his home and fuck you without the irritation of having to strip you first. but the skirt he demanded you wear as part of your uniform was much too short, and when you scrubbed the floors on your hands and knees, if you weren’t wearing anything underneath, every inch of your most vulnerable section was exposed. you were embarrassed.
“I’m sorry,” you breathe out, wriggling atop his hand. even though he’s much too rough with your softer, more fragile body, it reacts by pooling slick, attempting to ease the friction he’s causing. “T—the skirt is just so short, I—“
“How many times?” he barks, effectively shutting you up as he wraps his fist around the waistband, “How many times have I had to rip them off of you?”
a soft plea for mercy dies on your tongue. a lot. so many times that you were running out of undies. “T—too many…”
with one, brisk jerk, he’s shredded the fabric, pulling the wad of damp cotton from between your legs in his fist. your body’s jostled by the force, and you gasp, knocked off balance, but pinned too tight against the sink to fall.
“And you still wore them today?”
“I won’t wear them anymore,” you add in a desperate breath. “I— I promise I won’t, p— please don’t be angry with me, I’ll be goo—!“ you were tripping over your own words, terrified of what he had in mind for a punishment. his voice was husky and diabolically low, all of his muscles taut, and you were most afraid of being on the receiving end of his strength if he took the notion to strangle you; you were in a most compromising position. however, your promise to behave is cut off as he jams your own, tattered panties into your mouth, using his thick, long digits to shove the fabric all the way to the back of your throat, and your bargaining melts into a helpless gurgling. the tips of his fingers tease the gag reflex he knew was there, and your eyes well up with tears as you stare up at him, attempting ( and failing ) to push the lingerie out with your tongue. it was only after he pulled his fingers free that you bite down on the underwear, and taste yourself.
“I don’t have the time to punish you properly,” he growls, shoving you further over the sink. you’re swept off your feet, and they dangle a few inches from the floor, the very tips of your toes barely dragging against it, hands scrambling to find solidity, and planting your palms against the bottom of the sink, soapy water sloshing, soaking your shirt, overflowing into the floor. “I’ve got somewhere to be, but, I need a fuck first.” the way he said it made your stomach turn. he wasn’t asking. he wasn’t even trying to pretend that you had a say in what he did with your body. he reaches between your bodies to retrieve his cock, which you are not surprised is already solid and mighty ( you swore he was hard every time he got the chance to degrade you ), and without so much as a moment for you to suck in a breath and prepare yourself, he forces his way inside.
he was so fucking big.
you whimper, blinking back tears. had you not been gagged with your own panties, you would’ve screamed. no matter how many times he used you, your body never adjusted to just how thick he was. your walls have no choice but to stretch to their limit, kissing every angry vein, sealing around his base when he bottoms out. you swear, with the force he likes to drive himself into you, and his impossible size, he must not care if he bursts through your belly. it definitely felt like he might— there was a distinct pressure against your lower abdomen, and you knew that had you not been smushed against the countertop, the shape of his cock would bulge against your navel.
Enji groans, dropping his head back. “You’ve still got the tightest cunt I’ve ever conquered,” he may have meant it as a compliment, but you could do very little besides yowl through your gag and kick your feet as he pounds you, hard and fast, desperately trying to find something to hold on to that wasn’t water, “she never quite gets used to my cock, does she? Still too big for her?” you could hear the splashing as the dishwater rains down on the floor, and you knew that once he was done with you, you would still have to clean up the mess he was making.
nodding, you try to reach both hands down between your legs, instead. you couldn’t pull him out, you knew that, but you could try and soothe your poor, abused sex by cupping it with one hand, your other trying to push against his herculean thigh in hopes to slow him down.
“Good,” he grunts, releasing your throat and grabbing both of your arms at the elbows, jerking your hands away from your own body. with a pitiful whine, you clench your fists as he wrenches your arms back, and uses the new leverage to toss you back and forth, meeting his merciless fucking, “the way you clench when you’re trying to handle my cock…” leaning with all of his weight against your back, he pants into the shell of your ear, “it only makes me want to fuck your useless, little brains out. Harder, and faster.” each word is emphasized as he does just that, pounding you so brutally that you see stars behind your eyelids, shaking you back and forth violently— to the point it made you lightheaded. you squeal and beg and choke on your gag, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth, tears on your cheeks.
you didn’t want to admit it ( and couldn’t, even if you wanted to ), but the constant battering of his thick tip into a cluster of delicate nerves had driven you over the edge. it was relentless, the way he destroyed your body and your mind; each time his cock hit the bundle in you, your eyelids fluttered, and your brain turned to mush.
somewhere amidst the cruel and bestial assault, you’d dropped off. you fell apart, legs shaking and core pulsing, milking him more fervently, until you gave into the intensity of the orgasm and your eyes rolled back.
he saw this, and moaned in approval, “Don’t black out, slut. I’m about to flood your guts.” his cock was throbbing when he gave you his deepest, hardest thrusts. you yelp in protest when the head of his cock bumps your cervix, but you could do absolutely nothing to stop it, not with the mountainous man holding you down with every last ounce of his weight. you simply had to take the pressure, and rope after rope of warmth that he shoots into you. your toes curl when he pulls back to slam himself home one last time, and the last few spurts of his release dribble out of your quivering hole when he pulls out.
letting go of your arms and stepping back, he tucks himself back into his uniform as you collapse. first, into the sink, and then, when your feet hit the floor, your knees buckle and you slide into a trembling, messy heap in the floor. you can feel the puddle of soapy water under your bum, it’s soaked the rug, too. exhausted, panting, with your thighs vibrating and your sex clenching uncontrollably, you sag against the side of the cabinet door. you shy closer to it, trying to meld into the wooden panel when Enji steps closer, and grabs your chin to tilt it up. your panties still lodged in your mouth, you look up at him with glassy eyes, wincing at his very touch.
“You’re staying late tonight, after you’ve finished your cleaning duties I want you to wait for me to come home and ruin you again, on your knees by the door like a proper whore.” he says, in a matter-of-fact baritone. you nod slowly.
you were, once again, fucked into complete obedience.
i don’t know if you’re still doing the yandere prompts but i’d love to see quote 35 with hawks!
Pairing: Hawks x Reader Quote: I never want to hurt you, Darling. You’re my sunshine. You just misbehave so much, I’m forced to. Warnings: predator/prey, kidnapping, mutilation, mild gore and blood, Stockholm, yandere Note: This is pretty dark, so mind the warnings.
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Your breath comes out in panting gasps as you run through the streets, away from the pro hero known as Hawks. You used to look up to him as the perfect example of what a pro hero should be, until he snatched you from the streets. You don’t even know how long he’s had you, but you know it must be a long time.
You can feel your sanity slipping more and more each day, the siren call of just giving up and letting Hawks do what he wants getting more and more powerful. You knew you had to do something drastic before you completely lost yourself.
So when you saw a small opening in his defenses, an unlocked window, you decided to take it. You climbed out the window, went down the fire escape, and started running. You haven’t looked back since, and you’ve seen no sign of Hawks. You desperately hope you have the time to get far away before he realizes you're gone.
But that hope is dashed as you hear the sound that causes your blood to run cold. The sound of wings, flapping overhead. You increase your speed, knowing that it’s futile, but too stubborn not to try. But something instantly collides against you from above, causing you to be thrown to the pavement.
You lift yourself up enough to glance behind you and see Hawks, looking at you with cold fury. The normally happy go lucky hero has let his true side peek out, the darkness showing in his eyes.
“Where do you think you’re going, little bird,” he coos at you as he begins to slowly walk towards you. “Flying out of your cage the second you saw the opportunity. I am disappointed in you.”
“Please Hawks,” you begin to try and reason with him before you’re abruptly cut off.
“You know what you’re supposed to call me, don’t you?” His tone turns dangerous, his expression calculating.
“Keigo, please don’t hurt me,” you whimper, a tear sliding down your face.
“I never want to hurt you, Darling. You’re my sunshine. You just misbehave so much, I’m forced to,” he sighs and shakes his head, his expression pained.
You start to try and crawl away, only to be grabbed by your ankle and forcibly dragged back to Hawks. He shoves you back down on the pavement as his hand goes behind him to grab something.
Your expression is confused as you see him pull out a feather, but you quickly realize what he intends to do as he rolls your pants leg up and presses the feather against your skin.
Before you have time to even make a noise of protest, he slices through the back of your right ankle. You scream as you hear a snap and white hot agony flares outwards from the area. Your Achilles tendon, your mind finally supplies, he cut your Achilles tendon.
The pain drifts away to a dull throbbing as Hawks holds your foot still, watching the blood drip down onto the pavement from a hideous looking wound, and you glance up to see him smiling at you. “I told you that you’re my sunshine,” he says softly, reaching out to cup your face. “I could have severed it all the way through, but I didn’t.”
His hand trails down your face to wrap gently around your neck, squeezing lightly before running his fingers over the soft skin there. “If I had severed it, you might never have recovered. And now, I get to take care of you for a while.” He gives you a soft smile. “You’ll let me, won’t you little bird?”
Maybe he really isn’t so bad, you think. This could have been so much worse. He could have crippled that leg for good, could have cut parts of you off like it was nothing. But he only did something that would heal eventually, and he’s going to take care of you too.
“Of course I’ll let you, Keigo.” You finally smile at him.
His face turns radiant, the smile making his eyes shine with happiness, and you find yourself glad that you put that look on his face.
“And you love me, don’t you little bird?” He pulls you in for a heated kiss, before drawing back just enough to look into your eyes as he waits for your answer.
“Of course I love you, Keigo,” you whisper quietly.
He stands up and gently picks you up, bridal carry style. “Then let’s get you home.”
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A/N: Inspired by a concept submitted to @yandere-love-love-love about how Hawks would react to a reader with dove wings.
“What kind of bird wings do you have?” You’re not really expecting a response, just thinking out loud as you stroke his feathers. Hawks shivers when your fingers comb through a soft patch near his back.
“I don’t know. Hawk wings?” You giggle, fingers pausing as you raise a hand to try and stifle it.
“You don’t know? Did you pick the name Hawks because you thought they looked like hawk wings?” He shrugs, a few stray feathers tickling your face as his wings rise. There’s a silence as you focus on trying not to sneeze.
“Did you know that red-tailed hawks mate for life?” The question comes out of nowhere, and your break in concentration causes you sneeze as you turn to face him.
“Sorry, that was really gross. What did you say?”
“Did you know red-tailed hawks mate for life?” There’s an odd intensity in his voice, and you’re almost afraid to break eye-contact.
“Uh, no? Should I?” The silence stretches a second too long before Hawks smiles and rolls off your lap. The tension in the air is gone as he stretches, feathers on proud display.
“Nah, I just think it’s a cool fact. I picked the name Hawks because they’re good at hunting prey, and I want to hunt every criminal down so that the heroes can finally have a day off! Hey, what do you want for dinner? I can order out if you don’t feel like cooking.” You smile as he continues to talk, getting up to follow him to the kitchen.
For a second, you felt as if you were looking at a completely different person as you held him in your lap but this; this is the Hawks you know. This is the Hawks you love.
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yandere shigaraki with a pregnant s/o pls. thank you so much!!
It’s no problem!! You know I’m always looking for an excuse to write for this man 🥰
TW: ACCIDENTAL PREGNANCY, ABORTION MENTION, SELF HARM, ABUSE.
MAJOR BNHA MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD.
READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
Yandere Shigaraki with a pregnant s/o:
Honestly with Shigaraki’s end goal being the destruction of literally everything, coupled with the fact that his childhood was very tragic, I can imagine him being very distressed by the news of your pregnancy. He’d probably get really still and quiet for a while until he lifts a shaking hand to his neck and starts to rip at his own skin with eyes bulging out of his head.
“And what do you expect me to do about that, huh? You expect me to turn over a new leaf? You want me to build you a fucking crib? Give me a fucking break.”
After the arrest of AFO, he didn’t speak to you like that much anymore so this would be unexpected. He’d be very frustrated at you for “causing” something that may ruin his plans. You being supportive of his goals (whether you’re being truthful or not) is very important to him and he never expected you to cause a hinderance. Not to say that he was a fan of condoms. He never got the “If you have sex, you’ll get pregnant and die” talk so while he knows about the birds in the bees, it never properly registered with him that an accidental pregnancy might actually happen to him. He never thought he’d ever have someone to do that stuff with, so he was never concerned about it. All in all, this was a huge shock to him.
He didn’t like the sharp pang of guilt in his chest as he watched your face flush and your eyes fill with tears. He’d angrily scoff and slam the door in your face, his neck forming red dots of blood inside an angry splotch of pink. He needs to destroy something and he knows just the right crowded building for the job.
After you both calm down and he has some more time to process what has happened, he pulls you aside with a solemn expression. After a few second, he breaks the silence between you when he asks “Do you want it?”.
He’s come to the conclusion that he cares very deeply about your happiness and he wouldn’t make you get rid of the baby if you wanted to carry his child. He’s always loved your motherly nature and he’s indulged in the thought of you “round with his seed” once or twice... or a few times. Not to mention the huge ego boost it would give him, especially knowing that you’re willingly doing this.
He would come to realize that this is a chance to spit on his father’s ashes by raising his kid correctly.
Once you start showing, he’ll literally lock you in a room and not let you out until the child is born. He can’t risk anyone trying to hurt you since he’s already lost his family once.
Instead of seeing the child as a hinderance, he begins to see it as not only his future apprentice, but as something he needs to protect. What better way to do that than getting rid of everything that could hurt them?
Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader Triggers: Noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, voyeurism, choking, death, yandere. This is seriously dark, so beware. Word Count: 8.5k Note: I blame Cadence for making me thirsty for this idea.
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There was something creepy about the house, you thought, for what felt like the 50th time today. It was a large, sprawling Victorian style estate, an old house even by your grandmother’s standards. She had lived there alone for years and had refused to move, and she never would tell you why.
You had stayed there before on summer break, when you were a teenager. Although you always adored your grandmother, something about the house itself was unsettling. You felt like you were being constantly watched, felt like things would move around in places where you did not think you had moved them. You thought you saw shadows out of the corners of your eyes, heard strange voices in the middle of the night.
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Summary: You broke up with Hawks because of his insistence on starting a family immediately. But when the young alpha shows up at your house in the middle of your heat, you may need to turn to him for help.
Pairing: Hawks x Reader Rating: E+ Quote: It’ll be the family we always wanted! The one we’ve been trying for! Word: ABO Word Count: 3k Warnings: dubcon, ABO, forced breeding, forced pregnancy, coercion, manipulation, knotting, yandere Note: Oh look, another prompt request that got out of hand. Never would have guessed. This is my first time writing ABO, and I’m pretty pleased with the result! There is a sequel to this called The Nest. Additional Note: My entry into @kazooli‘s contest!
You whimper as you continue to grind down on the toy, desperate for a release that you can’t quite seem to reach. Your slick runs down your thighs and the dildo that you have plunged into your aching cunt, soaking the bed sheets underneath you. You’re so close, all you need is a little push and then -
A loud whine fills the room as your orgasm is torn from you yet again, the lust burning through your veins only seems to intensify. You know you won’t be able to cum from anything but an alpha, but you can’t help yourself. You feel like you’re burning up from the inside, sweat coating your skin and leaving you feeling sticky and gross.
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🍰Todoroki/Fem Reader SFW & NSFW Headcannons
Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you’re not into this
Warnings; cursing, making out, Shouto is a champ at eating pussy (he has a tongue ring in this), ass eating, vaginal fingering, small bit of spanking, Shouto is a little bit subby in this (his moans & some of the things he says), dirty talk, Shouto has a bit of a praise kink, Shouto holds your hands behind your back when you ride him😮💨
Authors Note; sorry if this is too long- I had to complete the headcannons for my favorite three MHA boys sooner rather than later. I love Shouto, he deserves all the good things and a lot of hugs. Hope you all enjoy these headcannons as much as I enjoyed writing them- if anyone would like a specific MHA character or someone from a different anime, feel free to DM me💕
Shouto who comes off as cold, uninterested, maybe a bit of a dick, but who is actually so sweet & so loving, who is actually the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesn’t forget them (you found the list in his notes app—you definitely cried), who always buys extra of what he’s eating —so you can have some too (even if you said you weren’t hungry)
Shouto who doesn’t get social cues very well, who tilts his head when he’s confused, who wears a blank, spaced out expression on his face often, who lets you teach him how to read the room a bit easier, whose smile could actually melt ice with its warmth (Shouto makes the most facial expressions when he’s with you— you take that as a win)
Shouto who you met in high school, but weren’t really friends with— or dated until after you all graduated, who you crossed paths with while battling a villain, who you caught mid air when he was falling from the top of a building, on the verge of passing out (he says he swears he saw you with a halo, because he fell in love with an Angel that day)
Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk, who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge in your home, who also brings you a glass when he’s drinking some, because he’s learned he can also show you he loves you by sharing what he likes with you (you think it’s so motherfucking cute when you are handed a glass of milk out of the blue)
Shouto who decides to be a bit rebellious after he gets out of high school, who wants to try new things, who decides to cut his hair shorter, who gets a nose ring, who pierces his ears (not to mention his tongue ring— you almost fainted when you noticed it the first time🥵) who goes with you when you get your own tattoos & piercings—he often wears jewelry that reminds him of you
Shouto who says his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch, when it’s raining, when the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies & napping (if it gets a little X rated, who can judge you😮💨)
Shouto who is a fucking dry texter, but who sends you pictures of things he knows you love while he’s out on patrol, especially pics of dogs that he encounters (he even ends up bringing one home for you), who gets so happy when you respond with pictures of things you know he enjoys—sort of making your own language with one another
Shouto who likes to wear more of a streetwear style when he’s not working (to your never ending delight), who likes to wear matching clothes with you (shoes, shirts, even matching colors, etc.), who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear (because it makes him feel like a part of you is with him—you did feel a bit smug, knowing you were technically sitting on his face all day)
Shouto who sucks ass at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart, bitter because you don’t think you’ve ever beaten him, (although whenever you and your friends gather at your home, the highlight of the night is watching Bakugou lose to Sho over & over)
Shouto who has stayed close to Midoriya, considering the man as his brother by extension (you love the green haired man & see him often), who goes to the #1 hero for help planning you a surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees (he was nervous he would mess it up—he didn’t)
Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings?? (not the only peach he likes to eat👀), who you have woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am (you just take one and go back to sleep), who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere— even your car (you love Shouto so goddamn much)
Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his burn mark, about his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past, who opened up to you—trusting you completely, wanting to share a side of himself others don’t see (you absolutely cried), who you trust in return—telling him everything about yourself & your own past
Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, meet his mother, who added you to the group chat with all his siblings (they are actually a lot of fun, even if Shouto only replies with one word answer or gifs), who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents (you tell him it doesn’t matter, because he’s perfect for you either way—that earns you another million watt smile)
Shouto who loves you wholly, deeply, completely, who is your soul mate, who is your best friend, who planted the seed of his love in your heart that has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree, who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself—you’d start a war for this man (he’d do the same)
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Shouto who enjoys kissing, who loves to lazily make out with you, who feels his cock start twitching in his briefs when the kiss starts to get heated & messy, lips slick as they glide together, who gets half hard when your tongue plays with his, whining gently when you tilt your head—flicking the tip of your soft tongue against his
Shouto who likes to lay you on your back in the bed, stripping you until your only in one of his large T-shirts, who likes to push it up your belly—slowly letting it get caught on your tits until he can watch them fall and bounce, who makes you keep the shirt up around your collarbone as his warm, wet mouth sucks on your nipples, pussy throbbing—no doubt wet as fuck now
Shouto who bites over the skin on your sternum, plush lips trailing down your belly until he gets to your pussy, who grips the bottoms of your thighs pressing them backwards to your chest, who gets onto his belly, looking up at you as he licks a stripe from your folds up to your sweet bud, making sure he swirls the cold metal of his tongue ring on the heated flesh of your clit (immediately you’re gripping the sheets, whimpering fuck Sho! when warm tingles radiate down to your toes)
Shouto whose eyes flutter closed while he eats you out, who moans into your pussy—vibrations you can feel throughout your groin, who makes you squeal when he sucks your clit—tongue ring feeling electric with every swipe of his tongue, who eagerly says pussy tastes s’good Angel, can I eat your ass? pretty please baby? (you flip over immediately)
Shouto who gets you both completely naked, whose cock is standing straight out when you take a look at it, who gets your ass in the air, face shoved into the sheets, who rains his hand down on your ass cheek, pain flaring brightly up to your hip, who gives you no break—gripping the thick flesh of your ass and spreading you open, kitten licking at your asshole (you almost scream—once again the sensations increased ten fold by the contrast of his chilly tongue ring)
Shouto who shoves his middle two fingers in your pussy with no warning, tearing a gasp from your chest, who finger fucks you and sucks on your tight hole until your lower belly tightens, pussy clenching his fingers, cumming hard, who fingers you through your orgasm— stroking his cock as he whines to you Angel your pussy is so fucking tight, wanna fuck you so bad, please can I? (you say yes immediately)
Shouto who knows you’re a pillow princess, who loves it, but has actual hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushed a sweet pink when he’s able to convince you to ride him for a little bit—reverse cowgirl style, who props his back against the headboard with a couple pillows, who pulls your hands behind your back—holding your wrists together in one hand
Shouto who spreads your ass with his free hand, whimpering uncontrollably as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy as you bounce in his lap, whose dick throbs and who sucks in air sharply between clenched teeth when you moan f-fucking hell Sho, your cock is so good, so big, gonna make me cum as you throw your head back
Shouto who can only take it for so long before he pushes you off his cock, manhandling you onto your back whispering in your ear gonna fuck your sweet pussy now, okay Angel? as he grips his shaft, feeling how slippery you’ve gotten his cock, sliding his dick all the way in with one thrust—making you cry out and dig your nails into his shoulders
Shouto who bends you in half, knees hooked over his shoulders as he squishes you into a mating press, who fucks you hard, hips curling up into your sweet spot, making you feel each drag of his cock, cumming within the first five strokes—& then again and again and again, orgasms popping in you like water balloons, pleasure gushing all the way up to your brain
Shouto who chokes on his moans as your slick, warm pussy squeezes his cock over & over, voice low & needy when he whines into your ear Angel please, cum on my cock one more time, need it baby, pretty please-m’gonna cum soon
Shouto who does make you cum one more time, who makes you start to feel dizzy from cumming & the angle you’re pretzeled into, you’re able to focus just enough to speak in between moans, saying Sho, hah—oh fuck! Sho, you’re such a good boy, fuck me so well, love your cock Sho, love you baby boy—who cums instantly when he hears your sweet voice praising him, high pitched, needy sounds falling from his lips as he grinds his hips against your ass, cumming in warm, sticky ribbons
Shouto who makes you feel like you have noodles for limbs, breathing heavy as you both feel giddy with the post orgasm glow, who unravels you slowly, pulling out & letting you spread out like a starfish, who flops down on your side, who lets you collect your thoughts—lacing his fingers with yours as you both relax into the mattress
Shouto who eventually gets up to clean himself, who brings you a warm wash cloth and cleans you, who finds the shirt you were previously wearing and some clean panties after he gets dressed, who pulls you into a hug—telling you how much he loves you, planting kisses all over your face & you do the same—Shouto who goes to the kitchen & then brings you a glass of strawberry milk 💕
Aoyama head canons nomnom
Hiii, I would like to ask you if you can make headcannos of Yuca Aoyama from SFW and NSFW please, if you don't want it's fine, I like your content :3
Hi, little one! Thank you so much for your request! Feel free to request anything you want as long as it is into the guidelines!
I Can't Stop Twinkling!
Aged up! Aoyama - Gender Neutral
These are all my headcanons, some of these may be too ooc, sorry about that! If you have any headcanons you'd like to share go ahead! I'd love to hear!
He will totally be the type to do a big confession. A big bouquet of your favorite flowers, a box of chocolates, some jewelry here and there and maybe a restaurant with French music on the background. He either does everything or nothing (always does everything and goes even beyond).
He DOESN'T know what personal space is, PDA is the way he shows affection! He'll be holding your hand, hugging you, holding you by the wait, hips, shoulders, he always has any type of touch with you when you're around!
Going on dates with him means that he'll give you a box with the most precious clothes you've ever seen, beautiful shoes and a fancy restaurant dinner. If you're shy to eat around people, don't even worry! He can easily rent a private restaurant room, even the whole restaurant!
Doesn't matter how tired he is, skin care is a must everyday. He'll always invite you to his dorm, his bathroom may not be big (dammit UA dorms) but he likes the cozy vibes he gets when you're around him doing daily things. He'll gently apply serum, his fingers caressing and massaging under your eyes, jawline, cheeks, nose. He's so gentle even when he's scolding you for forgetting to apply sunscreen that day.
We all know he's a cheese lover, and he shares his passions with you! He'll call you anytime a new cheese is delivered! A little taste test has never hurt anyone after all. Are you lactose intolerant? He'll try vegan cheese (didn't liked it).
His nicknames are as outstanding as him, "sunshine", " glittery love", "my sparkle", " key to my heart", "the shine in my eyes", he only gets better with time!
He is the biggest show-off, his socials are full of pictures together, always matching something with you (jewelry, clothes, shoes, little details!).
His parents definitely know you, it doesn't matter who or what you are, they're always seeking for his son's happiness. They couldn't love you more, seeing his son so happy by your side is everything they need to accept and spend time with you, from lunch together to vacations out of the country.
Do you live in difficult conditions? Well, Aoyama has no problem with that! He's always willing to give you anything you need if it means you won't stress over everything and you spend more time with him. Want to travel? He's got your visa and the trip covered. Your family can't pay school stuff? Good thing he always has two of everything!
He loves doing your nails, has a full set to make them and does matching designs! He also loves when you put mascara on him, anything that gets him to be close to you.
He's really insecure when it comes to his quirk, always avoiding using it. It takes him some time before he's comfortable showing it to you, always promising to protect you (you always end up taking care of him after he uses his quirk). He spoils you and you take care of him, both loving each other in your own way.
Adult! Aoyama ; Mentions of praise and switchy vibes, mostly cute!
He's touchy and playful, will give you hints that he's feeling hotter in the most teasing ways. Bending over, undoing some buttons on his shirt, brushing his hands over your hips, looking into your eyes and down to your lips so slowly that it pains you to not have his lips on yours already.
There's nothing on earth he likes more than praise, doesn't matter if he's praising you or you're praising him, sweet words will flood around the room with warmth at all times.
His hands never seem to leave your body at all, always seeking being close to you no matter what. French words will come out of his mouth as whispers and whimpers too, lovely and romantic.
He doesn't mind being dom or sub tbh, he won't change much given the cases. He's a soft top, likes to make you feel good for as long as he can, hands trailing down with soft kisses and warm tongue licking everywhere. When he's a bottom, he's very vocal to compensate not taking the lead, always talking about how good you're making him feel and how amazing you are.
He looooves trying new poses, trying to always search for a new way to pleasure you. Never gets upset when a new one doesn't work, he rather laughs at the failed attempt and goes back to a pose you're already comfortable in.
You're a Dom? Oh, boy, he's putty under your touch too! He loves when you pleasure him, doesn't care if you're a little rough, the rest pays up for it. He has a few things to enhance the pleasure of the moment, likes to prepare himself for you, get all pretty for you to see and makes sure the room is ready for your enjoyment.
This is all for the moment, if you want me to go further please let me know! I'm having a bit of a block these days but I'll try my best!!
Natan here! ; want more about Aoyama? Check my Masterlist! ; bye!
Hiii, I would like to ask you if you can make headcannos of Yuca Aoyama from SFW and NSFW please, if you don't want it's fine, I like your content :3
Hi, little one! Thank you so much for your request! Feel free to request anything you want as long as it is into the guidelines!
I Can't Stop Twinkling!
Aged up! Aoyama - Gender Neutral
These are all my headcanons, some of these may be too ooc, sorry about that! If you have any headcanons you'd like to share go ahead! I'd love to hear!
He will totally be the type to do a big confession. A big bouquet of your favorite flowers, a box of chocolates, some jewelry here and there and maybe a restaurant with French music on the background. He either does everything or nothing (always does everything and goes even beyond).
He DOESN'T know what personal space is, PDA is the way he shows affection! He'll be holding your hand, hugging you, holding you by the wait, hips, shoulders, he always has any type of touch with you when you're around!
Going on dates with him means that he'll give you a box with the most precious clothes you've ever seen, beautiful shoes and a fancy restaurant dinner. If you're shy to eat around people, don't even worry! He can easily rent a private restaurant room, even the whole restaurant!
Doesn't matter how tired he is, skin care is a must everyday. He'll always invite you to his dorm, his bathroom may not be big (dammit UA dorms) but he likes the cozy vibes he gets when you're around him doing daily things. He'll gently apply serum, his fingers caressing and massaging under your eyes, jawline, cheeks, nose. He's so gentle even when he's scolding you for forgetting to apply sunscreen that day.
We all know he's a cheese lover, and he shares his passions with you! He'll call you anytime a new cheese is delivered! A little taste test has never hurt anyone after all. Are you lactose intolerant? He'll try vegan cheese (didn't liked it).
His nicknames are as outstanding as him, "sunshine", " glittery love", "my sparkle", " key to my heart", "the shine in my eyes", he only gets better with time!
He is the biggest show-off, his socials are full of pictures together, always matching something with you (jewelry, clothes, shoes, little details!).
His parents definitely know you, it doesn't matter who or what you are, they're always seeking for his son's happiness. They couldn't love you more, seeing his son so happy by your side is everything they need to accept and spend time with you, from lunch together to vacations out of the country.
Do you live in difficult conditions? Well, Aoyama has no problem with that! He's always willing to give you anything you need if it means you won't stress over everything and you spend more time with him. Want to travel? He's got your visa and the trip covered. Your family can't pay school stuff? Good thing he always has two of everything!
He loves doing your nails, has a full set to make them and does matching designs! He also loves when you put mascara on him, anything that gets him to be close to you.
He's really insecure when it comes to his quirk, always avoiding using it. It takes him some time before he's comfortable showing it to you, always promising to protect you (you always end up taking care of him after he uses his quirk). He spoils you and you take care of him, both loving each other in your own way.
Adult! Aoyama ; Mentions of praise and switchy vibes, mostly cute!
He's touchy and playful, will give you hints that he's feeling hotter in the most teasing ways. Bending over, undoing some buttons on his shirt, brushing his hands over your hips, looking into your eyes and down to your lips so slowly that it pains you to not have his lips on yours already.
There's nothing on earth he likes more than praise, doesn't matter if he's praising you or you're praising him, sweet words will flood around the room with warmth at all times.
His hands never seem to leave your body at all, always seeking being close to you no matter what. French words will come out of his mouth as whispers and whimpers too, lovely and romantic.
He doesn't mind being dom or sub tbh, he won't change much given the cases. He's a soft top, likes to make you feel good for as long as he can, hands trailing down with soft kisses and warm tongue licking everywhere. When he's a bottom, he's very vocal to compensate not taking the lead, always talking about how good you're making him feel and how amazing you are.
He looooves trying new poses, trying to always search for a new way to pleasure you. Never gets upset when a new one doesn't work, he rather laughs at the failed attempt and goes back to a pose you're already comfortable in.
You're a Dom? Oh, boy, he's putty under your touch too! He loves when you pleasure him, doesn't care if you're a little rough, the rest pays up for it. He has a few things to enhance the pleasure of the moment, likes to prepare himself for you, get all pretty for you to see and makes sure the room is ready for your enjoyment.
This is all for the moment, if you want me to go further please let me know! I'm having a bit of a block these days but I'll try my best!!
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hii katsuki x shy reader headcannons maybee??
Omg, Yess!!! Thank you for the request, Qyuin! :3
I'm scared of flies... I'm scared of guys...
Katsuki Bakugo x Shy! Reader headcanons ; gn, fluff, comfort.
Ever since the entrance exam, Bakugo didn't pay much attention to you. It wasn't because he was actively ignoring you, you just didn't really talked or participated.
The first time he realized your existence was in the physical testing with Aizawa. It was just a brief moment, but he tried to learn your quirk to somehow beat you in battle.
To him, you were just another extra in the way, another person he had to beat in order to be the N° #1 hero, so he was surprised by your sudden calm and friendly behavior as days passed by.
Of course, he answered with his usual yelling and cursing, telling you to go away and leave him alone. But you never gave up in trying to know him.
Bakugo would secretly keep every detail you give him. At first he would do this with everyone, but as his closet grew full of things he got rid of almost everything... Still, he couldn't get rid of what you gave him.
He would look at you with annoyance when you miss his Monday doodles, silently handing you his notebook for you to draw something small.
At first it feels like a one sided thing... Until you notice how he gives you the bigger portions of the food he cooks for the class, the juiciest parts and the sweetest servings of those cakes Sato bakes.
He knows you're shy, it used to annoy him so much. You would always take so long with talking while handing him something, but now he finds himself looking forward to those clumsy speeches you give.
He's really understanding, but he also understands that you have potential and a lot of it. In class he would tell you to rise your hand when you know the answer, taking your wrist in his hand and raising it for you. It feels like a mini heart attack, but that satisfactory feeling that you answered correctly is so relieving.
He will always follow those with an "I told you so" and a grin before looking back.
Everyone noticed his change in behavior, how he grew sweeter with you. He even knew what you wanted without you even talking... Everyone knew except Bakugo himself and that made everyone so angry at him.
That man is so oblivious to his own feelings.
You can't really tell when your "nervous because of people" turned into "nervous because of Bakugo". Your heart beats faster, you want to be so close to him, you start drawing more hearts and writing sweeter words and oh it makes Bakugo so... Happy?
He thinks that you've somehow infected him with your shyness or something because why else would he blush and feel so warm when you're close? He sees you running away more often, now the letters and drawings just appear in his backpack and he feels his heart missing a beat everytime he sees it.
It takes a few hangouts with the bakusquad before Mina snaps and hits the back of his head, saying "You're more annoying than ever! Can't you see that you like them? Like, you blush and all! Everyone knows! Get a grip!" And he seems to contemplate his whole life while everyone laughs, is that what that was?
He tries talking to you once... Twice... The third time he starts getting angry and there's no fourth time because he decides to do it your way.
His writing is honestly so lovely, a drawing at the end with a heart saying everything he feels. From how he hated you for being like a scared mouse to how he wanted to protect you.
He didn't knew how to look at you the next few days, his eyes darting from you to any other space he could.
When he grows the courage to ask you out you feel like fainting, because why is Thee Bakugo Katsuki asking you out? But you're with him holding hands while walking in the blink of an eye.
He's so sweet and knows when to stop his borderline cruel jokes and comfort you, never judging when you feel so much anxiety for things that are common for others.
He doesn't care that you go speechless when he holds you while watching TV on the common room's couch, it is nice and even you know you'll get used to it... Right?
He cooks for you constantly, he thinks is only fair to give back all you've given him that way.
At first he takes his hand away from yours because of how insecure he is of his sweat, but you just slowly search for his fingers to intertwine yours and the world stops around him.
You slowly grow more comfortable, being more vocal with him about your thoughts and even rambling about nothings. He doesn't ever complain, getting to listen to your voice is such a privilege that he doesn't ever wanna risk losing.
He's so proud to see you growing, working with your shyness instead of against of it, your charm never lost and you're so kind, he could never get tired to see you interacting with the world.
Bakugo makes fun of you from time to time, Joe red you get when he's too close and how your voice lowers when he teases you, you're just too cute, can you blame him?
But he would never be cruel to you, he likes to comfort you. Both of you laying on his bed and hugging, something he would never admit but he loves.
He just loves being around you, you're polar opposites and he can calm down around you while you get more talkative with him.
You're shy, not quiet, at least not around him. And he has learned to be a lot calmer when he's with you, the way his heart beats like crazy balances out that need for constant stress.
A/N: I hope I did good TwT I've read a lot abt Bakugo but I still feel like he's ooc, he's actually really complex! Thanks for requesting, this was so much fun!! (^з^)
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I love to tell you stories but I can't remember how they end!
Tenya Iida x ADHD! Reader
You've been dating Tenya for a while, but even before that he had noticed the way you struggle to pay attention, stay still, concentrate, study and how you get sudden waves of energy throughout the day, ending tired and even grumpy!
When you opened to him and told him how you have ADHD his mind clicked, understanding most of your actions!
Tenya would be so understanding. The moment you tell him about your problems concentrating, the way your brain sends random waves of energy over just to end up tired and how it impacts your everyday life he is quick to learn as much as he can about it, asking people around him if they have similar experiences and how they regulate themselves (Denki is his principal source aside from you).
If you take medication, he would made sure to draw you a schedule for them, adding water intake and multiple breaks for you to be properly active throughout the day. He would totally do it in black and white for you to paint it! He heard that it can help you memorize it!
He would check the food you eat, making sure the levels of sugar are not too high, to evade artificial food, too processed, if they have dangerous food colorings, chemicals, etc. You name it, he already checked! He would only force you to eat things if they're healthy and you are extra picky, disguising them with spices and more!
He would treat chores as games! Setting timers to receive stickers and such. He read about it online and does it with Denki too, making chores far more fun to finish and maintaining everything in order.
Study dates would be in calm spaces with little to no distractions, fringing fidget toys to keep you stimulated and low sugar snacks to not get distracted my hunger. Small breaks in between assignments are a must and he knows it! Giving you a shoulder pat or a kiss (depending to how private the space is) as a reward for how good you're doing. He's rigid, but who is he to deny a little kiss in return for your intelligence?
Oh no, zoomies time! You suddenly want to dance? Go outside? Run? The beach? The park? He's up for it! Using those moments to help you workout. You want to dance? Aerobics it is. Go outside? Hiking seems perfect to build strength! Run? You know he's up for it. The beach? Some laps on the sand to build resistance! Park? You'll be climbing trees and jumping! He knows how to make everything healthy.
If you suddenly want to do handcrafted things he's willing to test you! Building things out of wood, let's test how you put crafting and building classes to work, you have to measure and cut precisely after all. Building with Legos is a big activity for him! He makes sure to put physics to the test, building giant places with you, bridges, houses, towers and more! This sweet boy gives the healthiest activities always.
He knows how tired you get after those moments of full energy and he has ways to help calm down during those, but he won't mind hugging you and cuddling to sleep afterwards, you get so tired! He'll encourage afternoon naps, his investigations led to realize that allowing you 20 minutes of sleep afterwards you wake up renewed so he makes sure you fall asleep and tracks your sleep for any sort of weird movements (he knows how anxious you can get too and is sure to wake you up and comfort you).
He'll make sure you have something to eat as soon as you wake up, yogurt with fruits are his go to! But granola bars and cookies or crackers work too if they're low in sugar. He'll have you working after that!
You've got hiperfixations? Don't even worry about it, he'll encourage you to explore them safely and make sure that you won't do something bad such as isolate yourself just to indulge in it or spend huge amounts of money, they don't last enough and you always end up thinking "what have I done?" So he scolds you if you suddenly have a wall full with certain hiperfixation that is based in buying things, economical responsibility will be teached to you whether you like it or not.
He understands when you get overwhelmed, there's so much going in your head at the same time that he can't even reprimand you for crying and suddenly getting angry at everyone. He'll try and get you to calm down in his arms, if it's needed he'll give you a calming tea or some light sleeping pills. As soon as your eyes get teary or your voice raises in that particular way, he holds your hand and takes you to a more private space, allowing you to let everything out and wind down, not an ounce of judging. At first it was overwhelming for him to try and calm you down with logic, now he understands that emotions are mostly not logical. He'll whisper sweet words and reassurance while you slowly calm down, he won't even judge you if you subconsciously regress when you're having a meltdown, he knows you seek the comfort of a home when you're crying or angry with the world and your self, caressing your back and calling you his little baby.
He'll bring you something warm to drink, a stuffed animal of your choice or a warm weighted blanket to ground you, he'll drop anything he's doing to comfort you during a breakdown.
He understands if you can't talk afterwards or simply don't want to, such strong emotions much leave you so tired that it's hard to communicate. If you go non-verbal he'll find ways to still communicate, even teaching himself and you simple sign language or reading your expressions to keep you comfortable and give you a way to communicate yourself without words.
If you do use silent treatment he'll feel hurt, why would you just ignore him like that? The first few times he'll excuse you but then he'll sit you down and talk about how much your silence hurts him, how you do not even looking at him. Both of you will find ways to bring you out of that state, slowly helping you stop that bad habit.
A/N: This is based off my own experience and my struggles as someone with ADHD, remember that it changes and variates between people! I tried to make these as inclusive as I could and not too based in just me, you're free to add anything in the comments!!
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My Hero Academia
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Cho Hyun-ju (Player 120)
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I was busy thinking about boys.
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For some reasons, Asuka's speech almost made me cry LIKE IMAGINE LOSING ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS AND UOU HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THEM TO LITERALLY THE WHOLE WORLD 💔
This fic is not suitable for minors. It contains sexual relationships, accidental pregnancy, substance abuse, withdrawal, and addiction. This is a sequel fic.
The auditorium set up for the Hero Billboard Chart announcement is massive. You catch Hawks mingling with some of the pro-heroes and sidekicks who’ve already arrived, one of whom is Best Jeanist who spots you first. He whispers something to Hawks who turns and waves you over.
“Ready for your speech?” he asks.
Best Jeanist adds, “I must say, Asuka-san, I’m looking forward to hearing what you will announce today.”
“Thanks,” you reply awkwardly. “I’m ready. Just a little nervous.”
“Did All Might help you with it?” Hawks asks.
“No,” you snap. Yes, he did. Very enthusiastically, too.
“Is it safe to assume this is a special announcement?” Jeanist guesses.
“Not special in the way you’re thinking.”
Hawks scrunches his face and grumbles, “Jeanist-san, we talked about this.”
“My apologies. I shouldn’t have assumed,” he says.
You groan. “Ugh, it’s okay. Just stop bringing it up. I don’t need people overhearing.”
“Overhearing what?” Miruko approaches the small group.
“Asuka wrote a speech for the Hero Billboard Chart announcement,” Hawks says, trying to cover any lingering embarrassment.
“A speech, huh? Well, that’s impressive. Are you gonna talk about your recovery from villain activities and how Hawks giving you a job at the PSC reformed you?” she teases.
“Oh yeah, how’d you know?” You’re pretty sure your sarcasm doesn’t come off in Japanese very well.
“Lucky guess,” she replies.
“Alright, alright, everyone settle down and take your seats. We have a few things we need to do before we begin,” Hawks says, shooing the pro-heroes away.
Best Jeanist tries to offer him some encouraging words, but the denim laced proverbs don’t land well with Hawks who just looks at him confused.
You wander to the bathroom and use it quickly. You touch up your makeup and fix your hair, making sure you look professional for the camera. All of Japan will be watching, and it’s the first time you’re making a public appearance. The thought makes your stomach churn. Outside of the bathroom is a full-length mirror. You look at your body, smoothing over any wrinkles in your blazer. You look the same as you always do, but you’ve heard the camera adds weight anyway.
“You look fine,” Hawks says, approaching you. He puts his hands up in defense. “Not a compliment, just an observation.”
“Thanks,” you say softly.
“If you’re too nervous, I can give the speech on your behalf.”
“No. I have to be the one to do it. They’re my words. It has to come from me.”
“I understand. You’re going to do great, by the way.”
You hum softly, looking back at yourself in the mirror. You notice him staring at you, and you look back at him.
“I believe that you’re a good person, and when everyone sees you today, I hope they see what I see,” he adds.
You notice how he stands a bit too closely. His cologne smells manly and expensive, and you want to joke that the people watching the broadcast will probably be able to smell him through the TV. His piercing golden irises capture you, and you remember the way you felt when you first saw them—how terrifying he could be. Yet, it’s not the same as then. He grew warmer with you, and even now after everything, he’s gentler.
He’s done this many times as a hero, but it’s his first time orchestrating the whole ordeal. I wonder if he’s nervous too.
“I hope so too,” you say. “Show me how to get backstage?”
He smiles and leads you down the hall to the back of the auditorium. You peak out at the crowd. Pro-heroes and their sidekicks from across the country fill the seats with many standing and mingling about. You pull out your phone and quickly search up the venue and its capacity.
Seats 4,500. There’s about 4,500 people out there.
Blood rushes to your ears as the sound of chatter fades to a dull throb. Suddenly, your whole body feels hot. Your mouth runs dry, and it hurts to swallow. Your heart and mind race as so many thoughts run through that you can’t sort them out. The lights become blinding, and you feel like you’re going to pass out.
“Are you alright?” Hawks asks, coming to your side.
“That’s a lot of people,” you say.
He wraps his arm around your shoulders and guides you to a chair nearby.
“Just breathe, it’s okay.” He chuckles softly. “I didn’t think you were someone who got stage fright.”
“I’m not. The last time I was in front of such a big crowd was when Tomura announced the League of Villains and Meta Liberation Army team. It just brought back all of the feelings.”
“I see. Well, this is different. Those aren’t villains out there,” he says, trying to be reassuring.
“That’s the problem. I’m about to declare members of the League of Villains as heroes to a crowd of like four thousand pro-heroes and sidekicks. And, on national TV.”
“Are you expecting me to talk you down from doing it?”
“No!” you protest. That isn’t what you want at all. “I just need to calm down.”
“I already told you that you’re going to do great, so there’s no need to worry. You decided that you needed to do this and you insisted this was the way to make change. I’ll be honest, you might not get the best reaction, but there are still people supporting you.”
You hum in thought, letting his words sink in.
Hawks kneels down to look at you. “I support you too.”
His hand finds yours and you feel the rough scars again. He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before quickly pulling away and standing. He clears his throat and it’s hard to see his face in the dark lighting backstage.
“It’s almost time to start, so I’ll get you some water.” He leaves you sitting there.
What was that all about? you wonder.
You thumb through your note cards, quickly reading through them to distract yourself. One of the backstage crew brings a bottle of water over to you, and you sip it to calm your nerves. After a few minutes, the crew relays the “places” called by the stage manager. You find Hawks again and stand by him.
When one of the assistant stage managers backstage relays the “go”, Hawks walks out onto the stage first. You watch him with slight jealousy when the crowd roars in applause, knowing you definitely won’t receive the same reaction. With charismatic swagger, he struts right up to the podium.
“Greetings everyone. I know many of you traveled far for this and have been waiting with [...] for even longer. The Public Safety Commission has been busy undergoing many changes, and the result is something I’m proud to share with you today. My staff and I have been working tirelessly to bring you the new and expanded Hero Billboard Chart.
“Recently, our country was devastated by certain events. We all felt the [...] and destruction it brought. It left many feeling hopeless. Today, I present to you the new rankings following those events.”
The crowd cheers loudly. The screen behind Hawks lights up with animations to present the chart. He starts with civilian aid, presenting names as honorable mentions. People who helped with the medical teams and clean up events, then he moved on to announce police and firefighters who helped during the battle as well before finally going through not only the top ten pro-heroes, but the top fifty as well as their sidekicks. The whole ordeal lasts for two hours. It feels like both forever and only a brief moment as your heartbeat pounds in your ears. When it felt like you finally calmed down and caught your breath, you hear Hawks’s speech to introduce you.
“A special segment of the Hero Billboard Chart has been added exclusively for tonight. My assistant has curated it for this moment, so please give her your full attention,” he says.
For a moment, you thought you hallucinated his words, but he smiles warmly at you and claps along with the crowd. His confidence seems to carry their enthusiasm and your nerves as you step foot onto the stage. The audience’s cheers quickly shift into hesitant and awkward claps. You walk up to the podium as Hawks takes his leave. He still smiles warmly as he watches you from off to the side. Even out of the lights, you see the wink and thumbs up he gives you for encouragement.
Your throat suddenly feels dry, and swallowing makes you cough on your spit a little. You clear your throat to regain your composure. The crowd is silent as they watch you with anticipation.
Just like I practiced, you tell yourself.
“A little over two months ago, the nation watched a teenage boy reach his hand out. His actions and words have echoed through the nation, many people taking them to heart. The first step to being a hero is caring about someone else; reaching out to them when they need it most.
“Most—if not all—of you have heard my story already. Many of you are still wondering who I am. I’ve taken the time to create this list for the Hero Billboard Chart to honor people who need it the most. These are people who I believe are heroes in their own right, and they’ve influenced me to be here today.”
The screen behind you flashes and your own name pops up with the number ten next to it.
“Despite being pardoned, I’ve moved my name from the civilian list to this one. Based on merit points, I should be much higher, but there is a reason for all of this. I will not forget my origin, and the reason I’m standing here today to deliver this message is because of the people above me.”
The next name that flashes causes the crowd to gasp. Number nine: Bubaigawara Jin. Villain name: Twice.
The crowd begins to murmur. You know the list only grows in controversy as it goes on, so you tailored your speech perfectly.
“While he was not actively involved in the Final Decisive Battle, it was his death that pushed many villains across the nation to act. Many of you heard that he was killed in order to prevent mass casualties on the hero's side. The truth is, he was killed trying to save his friends, the League of Villains.”
You feel a lump in your throat, but you swallow it and continue. “He has no family left to mourn him, but we did. This is to honor him as a man who, if given the chance, could’ve lived his life freely and happily, being a hero to those he loved.”
The screen shifts to the next person. Number eight: Sako Atsuhiro. Villain name: Mr. Compress.
“The Final Decisive Battle was planned strategically and thoroughly by only vetted individuals. I was included in this. What people don’t know is that part of the strategy was told to me by Sako Atsuhiro. It was because of his ideas that the task force was able to put a plan of action together.
“As well as this, he saved the remaining members of the League of Villains at the Battle of Jaku by using his quirk to maim himself, allowing himself to be apprehended by the heroes, so we could escape safely. I wouldn’t have been given the chance to be saved or to take part in the Final Decisive Battle if it weren’t for him.”
The video shifts to the next name, and you flip to your next note card. Number seven: Iguchi Shuichi. Villain name: Spinner.
“Many of you are familiar with Spinner for his part in rallying people with heteromorphic quirks around the country. While his message may have been twisted with violence, his pain was real and felt deeply amongst thousands of people across the nation. His efforts have re-sparked the push to ban exotic animal cafes, and a hope to rid the plague of quirk discrimination.
“Moments before he was apprehended, passing out due to extra quirks given to him by All For One that were destroying his mind and body, he reached out to an ally saying ‘let’s save Shigaraki and the others.’ Even when all he could do to keep living was breath, he pushed through the pain, still caring about others.
“This leads me to the next person on this list.”
Number six: Kurogiri. Real name: Shirakumo Oboro.
“Shirakumo Oboro died as a UA student. His body was stolen by All For One and turned into the nomu called Kurogiri. His task was to protect and care for Shigaraki Tomura, and up until the very end, he did just that. His last words to me were: ‘Asuka, I must protect Shigaraki Tomura.’ He then told All For One to give Shigaraki’s body back and that his friends were waiting.
“I knew Kurogiri from my time living with Shigaraki Tomura. He often cooked us dinner or bought meals for us. I’ve heard that Shirakumo Oboro was a person who always reached out to those in need, and that sentiment transcended his life. Kurogiri, despite being a nomu, defied his master to save the person he was tasked to care for for fifteen years. Shirakumo Oboro died as a UA student, but his spirit lived on in the body of Kurogiri, who died trying to save Shigaraki Tomura.”
You take a deep breath, trying to calm your shaking hands. The next part is the easiest to announce.
“The next three individuals made this list based on their former villain associations. Although they’ve all been pardoned, their heroic actions saved many lives during the Final Decisive Battle.”
Number five: Tsutsumi Kaina. Villain name: Lady Nagant.
“Despite receiving life-threatening injuries from a quirk All For One gave her, Tsutsumi Kaina left the hospital to join the battle and aided heroes on the scene. Her bravery could be chalked up to her former career as a pro-hero, however, Tsutsumi showed that no matter what, the moral of a hero lies within the soul.”
Number four: Manami Aiba. Villain name: La Brava.
“It was with Manami Aiba’s intellect and swift computer skills that kept our communications with the heroes on the scene clear and concise. When our comms were hacked, she worked quickly to restore them. Her aid was a necessity in the Final Decisive Battle. Followed by her proud lover.”
Number three: Danjuro Tobita. Villain name: Gentle Criminal.
“Danjuro Tobita was stationed at what we called the Coffin in the Sky. He was tasked with keeping the massive vessel afloat. It was his efforts that kept it from crashing to the ground, which would’ve caused a devastating impact. He saved many lives and prevented mass destruction.”
You shuffle the index card to the back, revealing the second person on your list. Knowing the last two are the most difficult to announce, you take a deep breath, waiting for the crowd to settle a little more before you proceed.
Number two: Toga Himiko.
As expected, the crowd chatters again, this time more loudly.
“Oi, are you just listing your villain allies to make yourself feel good?” someone yells.
“I know this one is shocking to everyone, but I ask everyone to remain calm while I finish,” you continue. “What nobody knows is that Toga Himiko gave her life saving UA student Uraraka Ochako by giving her her blood. The last thing she ever did was save another person’s life. It wasn’t caught on camera, but her heroic act shouldn’t be taken to the grave with her.
“Himiko was more than just my friend, she was my little sister. All she wanted was to live freely as herself.” You feel yourself begin to choke up as tears prick your eyes. “She died saving someone she loved. And all I hope is that in her final moments she had a smile on her face, because she had the most beautiful and warm smile of anyone I ever knew.
“By now, you all can assume who is the first person on this list. You’re probably wondering how he even made the list at all. Many speculations about who he was have been circulating in viral videos online. The comments are all from strangers, people who didn’t know him. So, I will tell you who he was.”
Number one: Shigaraki Tomura. Real name: Shimura Tenko.
“I’m not going to stand her and justify any murders he committed or any destruction that happened at his hand. I’m not going to do that for anyone on this list. Shigaraki Tomura was the first friend I made after coming here from the Vortex Quirk Incident. He was my best friend, and I love him dearly. He was someone I could fight with like a sibling. We would have petty arguments about what to eat for dinner and using the last of the toilet paper and not replacing the roll, and how it’s morally wrong to invite minors into a villain association—it’s okay, you can laugh. It’s funny.”
A few people do chuckle softly in the audience, but it’s awkward and quickly cut off. You continue then, “To all of you, he became a symbol of fear, but to me, he was just some guy I lived with. He’d help me study Japanese. He’d let me watch him play video games, and occasionally he’d let me play with him. He taught me the proper way to eat soba. When the drugs wore off and I’d start to remember where I was and all the pain it brough, he’d let me lie my head against his shoulder or his lap, until I fell asleep.
“To me, Shigaraki Tomura was my best friend. And he was my hero. He made life worth living when I was at rock bottom. He was a light for me when I was in the dark. He’s number one on this list because his last words to Midoriya Izuku were to take care of me. Even as he was dying, he thought about the League of Villains, and wanted nothing more than to be our hero.
“While each member came to the association for their own means, each of us stayed because of him. He was our precious leader, and through him, we had a cause. We had a reason to fight. We wanted to change society. We wanted it to be a place where we could live happily. I will honor his memory by continuing that fight. As a member of the PSC, I will make sure to reach out to the most vulnerable of our society, so that no one has to bear the pain he did his whole life.
“I want to give an honorary mention to two people not on this list. Firstly, to my dearest big sister, Mag-nee. She had a dream of living as her true self. She was a proud transwoman who wasn’t accepted by society, and she was killed by another villain. I also want to give an honorary mention to Todoroki Touya, who saved me from being killed by other villains on multiple occasions.
“While I have personal connections with a majority of people in this chart, I selected them for these reasons. I’m aware of the controversy this will cause, but please keep in mind the message of all of this: if the first step to being a hero is caring about someone, then all of the people I’ve mentioned are heroes. And, you can be a hero too, by listening and caring for those around you.”
The crowd is absolutely silent as you finish, stunned by your words. You can’t tell if that’s a good or bad thing. Suddenly, clapping from the front row catches your attention. You look and see Best Jeanist standing to applaud you. The others around him follow suit, albeit awkwardly as their discomfort settles in. You retreat off the stage, shaking from the blend of nerves and adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your vision is blurry as your head spins from the rush.
You hear Hawks at the podium speaking to the crowd. “That concludes our service for this year's Hero Billboard Charts. We will be tracking acts of heroism diligently from here on out.”
The crowd applauds him as he walks off the stage. You try to find a place to sit in the corner in a vain attempt to settle down. You swoon, but before you even lose balance, Hawks is right there. He wraps his arms around you before easing you down into a comfortable seated position on the floor. His hands are warm as he holds your waist, but the sudden coolness of the air replaces it as he pulls away. He’s still kneeling by your side, and you feel your body heat up again as he beams.
“You did well, seriously,” he says. “There’s going to be a lot of [...] following this, but I hope it will help pave the way for future reconstruction plans.”
“What?” you ask.
“I just mean whatever plans you have. You want to help rebuild society, right?”
“Oh, yeah, that.”
It’s all too confusing and you’re lost on what he’s talking about; your mind only focusing on his close proximity.
He stands. “I have to go make a public appearance and talk to some reporters. If they ask any questions, I’ll do some damage control so don’t worry about it.”
Hawks leaves you then. You take deep breaths to calm yourself. You’re unsure of how long you’re sitting there, but Best Jeanist approaches you.
“Hawks asked me to take you home,” he says.
You rise, following him quietly to his car parked in the back away from the crowd of reporters and hero fans.
You stare out the window, scenes of destruction passing by. Most of it has been sectioned off with construction cones in the efforts to rebuild everything.
“Did I make a mistake?” you wonder out loud.
“It was a bold move, I won’t lie—one almost as [...] as when low rise jeans came back into fashion again. However, Hawks believes in you, and as the new president of the Public Safety Commission, I have faith in him, so I have faith in you as well,” he says.
You hum in thought. “I want people to have faith in me outside of his influence.”
“I understand, but like all denim trend cycles, it takes people time to warm up to them.”
You sit with his words, trying to make sense of his jean related proverbs. As he pulls up to Toshinori’s house, he bids you farewell. You step inside and find Toshinori waiting for you on the couch.
“How did it go?” he asks.
The comfortability of his English makes the home feel warmer, as if you can drop the mask you’ve created for yourself.
“It was terrifying,” you say honestly, sitting next to him.
“You did well, kid.”
“I’m not a kid.”
“I know, I just meant—”
“I know, sorry, I didn’t mean to sound snappy,” you apologize. “It’s been a long night.”
He places his hand atop of your head. “I mean it.”
You look at him for a moment, wanting nothing more than to melt into the comfort of someone. Toshinori has gone out of his way to try and make you comfortable in his home. He’s done so much to try and bring some normalcy back into your life. You now legally hold his last name even. His gesture feels inviting. It’s not awkward like you’ve felt previously. You crumble under it, curling up into his side, allowing yourself to seek his comfort and praise.
“Hawks said that you disagreed with expanding the Hero Billboard Chart,” you mention.
“I did,” he admits, “but I also think that your additions could prove beneficial.”
“You don’t think I was wrong?”
“I think some of it may have been vanity to praise your friends, but to be honest, you saw sides of them that no one else did. We’re all human, afterall.”
“You’ll just say anything to make someone feel better, huh?”
He snorts softly. “That’s not entirely true. I do want you to feel better though. It was your decision to do this, and since you’re my—I mean, we’re legally family now, so I’m going to do my best to support you.”
He was going to say ‘daughter’ wasn’t he? you muse.
“I’m gonna get ready for bed.” You peel yourself away from him, and once again you feel the way the air shifts around your body with the lack of warmth.
As you turn to walk down the hall, you turn back to him. “Thank you, Toshi.”
He gives you a soft smile before clicking resume on the TV program he was watching. You watch him for a moment, taking in the serenity of the mundane act. Your new normal brings you another step forward into your new life.
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Chapter 7 ⬅️🐦➡️ Chapter 9
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Boyfriend!Katsuki, who sends you dumb (yet funny) reels or tiktoks, which surprises you because sometimes you forget that he has these apps downloaded — but also sends couple videos and saying "you wanna do this next weekend?"
Boyfriend!Katsuki who tries REALLY hard (without yelling) to make you understand whatever was going on in class if you didn't understand. Or if you were absent, he would pass you notes and fill you in on whatever happened that day.
Boyfriend!Katsuki, who barges into your dorm 'just because' — but you know damn well he came in to hold you (or be held- WHO SAID THAT‼️)
Boyfriend!Katsuki who has fucked up hands from all the explosions, so you pretty much show love and affection to his hands. His calloused palms grazing your skin whenever he holds your hand is one of your favorite things ever. You always make excuses to either hold his hands or to kiss them. Like, imagine going to the store and getting lotion specifically for him because he barely does skincare. Let's be fr you just love him a lot <3
Boyfriend!Katsuki, who would try to learn your native language secretly just to impress your parents. (totally not you... just them...🤫)
Boyfriend!Katsuki, who notices little details and tries to lower his voice when he's around you. He tries his best to become better for him partner <3
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✧ tags ;; fem!reader (afab, she/they pronuns used), cigarettes / nicotine addiction, drinking to cope, heavy hurt/comfort, polyamorous negotiations, arguing, unhealthy coping, miscommunications / bad communication, rebounding, getting together, bkdk interact both sexually and intimately, oral (m+f recieving), threesomes, double penetration, anal fingering / anal with prep, intimacy, no power dynamics but reader is confident sexually, petnames (sweetheart, baby), 18+, mdni
✧ wc ;; 19.8k (putting on my clown shoes)
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✧ synopsis ;; you always knew you were a stand-in. why wouldn't you be? but you hoped that at least once, he saw you for what you were. that all those years together meant something more.
You haven’t touched a cigarette since your last year of college.
It’s the middle of the night, and the September air is colder than you know what to do with. Part of you knows you should wear a jacket since the weather is persistently bad. It’ll storm soon.
But another part of you doesn’t really care if you get sick. So, instead of dwelling - you follow your whims and rub the sleep out of your eyes. Sitting up in your bed, all of your limbs feel heavy. Your eyes are swollen almost shut, crusty from a long night of crying and drinking.
You laugh a little humorlessly for being so upset about the whole thing, sober enough to do so. Right now, at least after some sleep, you feel okay. Not bad, definitely not good, but okay. And you want to smoke a cigarette, which is probably a sign that you’re not coping with this as well as you’ve hoped.
You don’t think about it. You choose not. Instead, you swing your legs over the side of your bed and stand to your feet. You look around your room. Your cat, Ganache, is asleep in a cardboard box, making you laugh. Your laundry is in a pile, and your work is sprawled all over your desk. Tomorrow, you’ll finish some of it and maybe take a hike alone.
There’s no light in your room besides the moon, covered by clouds. Through the glass doors in your bedroom - leading to the balcony, you look at it for a long time. The sky is starless. It’s light pollution, but somehow it feels like you. Lonely.
You laugh at your own misery and walk to the bathroom to examine your face. You’re worse for wear. Your hair hasn’t been touched in god knows how long, and your face is covered in oil. Reaching your hands out for the faucet, you run the warm water, pumping face wash into your hands and rubbing your skin maybe a little harder than necessary.
You don’t want to think about it. Your fingers scrub along your cheek, and around the area of your nose that gets crusty during the cooler season. Splashing warm water into your skin, you wash the soap away and pat it dry into a towel.
Better, you think while looking into the mirror. At least a little bit.
You put some cream on, and some chapstick but don’t bother brushing your teeth. It’d be pointless to do it now, knowing you’re going to smoke yourself halfway through a pack and it’ll linger on your lips for days.
You don’t change out of your PJs. Worn basketball shorts, and a muscle tank top that shows off the skin stay on. You rummage around in your drawer for a windbreaker and put it on over your clothes. It’s 2 sizes too big but covers you decently.
Before you leave your apartment, you give your cat a little rub on the head but don’t wake her. You grab your keys, some pepper spray, and a lighter and shove them into your pocket before taking a look around your barren apartment.
You were planning on moving out, just a few weeks ago, somewhere closer to them. The irony isn’t lost on you.
You turn the knob and close the door behind you - checking to make sure it’s locked before descending down your hallway. There’s a single light at the end but the rest is dark. It’s a quiet walk. You take an elevator to the first floor. and then leave the whole place behind.
You turn your head to look at it, worried it’ll disappear for a minute. Afterward, you’re out on the street alone for the first time in a long time.
You tilt your head back and stare at the sky. With chapped skin and the tip of your nose freezing, you look at the moon again. It cradles you. Alone, so utterly and terribly alone you think. But the two of you are alone together, and even though it’s silly - it keeps you from crying.
You didn’t bring your headphones, though your phone is in your pocket. Normally, being alone at night makes you nervous. You used to always have company or someone you could call.
You could still probably call them. If you wanted. They’re heroes before they’re anything else.
But the walk is simply cumbersome. You’re not afraid. Too numb, or too desperate to hold onto the brief relief of apathy to be afraid. Nothing happens on the walk there, but you’re not really paying attention. Even if the world collapsed right now, you wouldn’t know.
You know you’re at your location because the light is almost blinding. The luminescent glow of the neon lights makes your vision feel bleary, flickering red kanji and sterile white from the inside. You look around to see no one else is really there, aside from you.
You hesitate to walk in. Is it worth it to break a 4-year streak over this?
But you can feel the itch in your throat, the dryness in your mouth. The memory of relief overwhelms your every sense. Your stomach lurches, scratching your neck.
You walk into the store.
A noise goes off, a little ding. The person at the cash register doesn’t even lift his head to look at you. A college student, you think. He looks young.
You miss college, sometimes. You were a lot more of a mess. Stressed out, frantic, with a fully functioning liver at the start which was nice. But at least then, everything felt more temporary. Every wound felt like it would heal, no matter how big. Everything felt like an impactful part of your growth.
And it’s not like you’re not growing anymore, but now misery just feels like misery. You don’t feel it as much as you live it passively. You have bills to pay. A pet to take care of. Parents old enough to retire. So every bad thing just becomes part of the wave that crashes at your feet every so often.
If this happened in college, you’d be crying and partying and whatever else. You wouldn’t be as desperate to move on, maybe. Letting yourself be broken was a luxury that you didn’t think you still had.
But you don’t want that for yourself either. You just want to stop it altogether and disappear. Under a cloud of white, or the stream of a creak. You just want to go.
You can’t though. Can’t leave. Can’t uproot yourself into new soil, so you lean into old habits for comfort.
Smoking helps you disappear. Your lungs, passively intaking the nicotine and replacing the remaining parts of you.
You search the fridges for a 6 pack of beers. Some cat food, some microwave meals, a candy bar. You take it all in your hands and dump it onto the counter. The kid at the counter gives you a look like he’s startled. He’s reading manga, though you can’t see the cover.
“Could I get two packs of cigarettes? Seven Stars, Revo Lights Menthol.” You say, voice still thick with sleep. You give him a half-smile as he seems startled, watching as his hands fiddle with the keys of the cigarette case.
He puts the two packs on the table, closing it back up. It squeaks as the glass is pulled back into place. His manga is left open on the table. You glance at it.
“Fire Punch?”
He looks surprised as he scans your things, a flush on his face.
“Oh, Uhm, yeah. You know it?”
You nod your head.
“Read it in high school. Agni is a cool protagonist.”
All of a sudden he’s beaming at you. It catches you off-guard, but it makes sense. It’s an older manga and never got all that popular. He shakes his head in disbelief.
“I’ve never met anyone who’s read it. I uhm.. would love to talk about it. You know.”
He puts your stuff in a plastic bag, with the tips of his ears going pink. Your eyes widen, and you give him a little grin. While you look like this, huh? You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel nice.
“You know I’m older than you, yeah?”
He looks startled that you read through his intentions. He’s good-looking. Tall, with dark hair and a mole under his eye.
“I know I look like a kid, but I’m 22.”
“So, only a few years. Not bad for looking the way I do right now. You got a thing for older girls?” You joke.
“That’ll be 4,100 yen. And, not really. You just…seemed cool.” He says, trailing off. You chuckle at him, looking at his nametag before offering him a look.
“I’m not, I can guarantee you. Getting hit on made me feel a little better though. Thanks for that. Do you want my number?” You ask, with a half-smile. His eyes go wide, then he nods hard. You laugh at him.
It’s not like you have anything left to lose.
“Got a pen?”
He looks frantically around for a pen and then hands it to you. You give him the money you owe him first. When he hands you a receipt and change, you flip the flimsy paper over and scribble your number down on it. You grab the bag off the counter, pocketing the cigarettes and holding the rest.
Passing your number down, you pat it twice.
“I can’t guarantee I’ll go out with you any time soon. But you made me feel better, so I’ll give you this. We can talk manga some time. and maybe catch a drink. You’ve got a good face, so don’t waste it on people like me.”
He looks at you startled but takes the paper anyway in a daze. You smile. He seems nice at least. Harmless.
“Y-Yeah. Right. that’d be nice. I uh, hope your night gets better.”
You can feel the melancholy all over your skin as you smile.
“Thanks. Have a nice night.”
You grab your things, turning to walk around. Almost unwilling. But if you stay any longer, you know you’re gonna end up letting yourself talk and you don’t wanna dump all that on a person you just met. Just before he goes, he calls for you.
“Hey, uh - be careful. It’s kind of late. I’d walk you home if I wasn’t on the clock. There might be a hero around, so you know -”
You turn your head, looking at him for a minute. Your chest aches at the thought of having people to call.
“Thanks for looking out. I’ll be alright. Night,”
You leave, with a hand in your pocket and another one curled around the plastic shopping bag.
You should probably go back home.
You keep walking, though. A bad choice, maybe. Instead of turning back onto that road, you walk down another one that you recognize, taking one left until you find a bench underneath a streetlight.
It’s quiet. Empty. There aren’t any heroes patrolling but it’s a local road surrounded by houses and apartments. You don’t feel any danger as you sit down on the wood bench, brushing it once with your hands beforehand.
It’s freezing. Your whole body is icy to the touch. A shiver tears through you as your skin comes in contact with the seat. It’s chillier than it was when you left. Your bag lets out a soft clunk as you set it down next to you. You reach into your windbreaker for the pack of cigarettes and your lighter.
Balancing the lighter between your thighs, you lean forward. With your elbows on your knees, you smack the pack of cigarettes against your palm. Your fingers tremble from the weather, the wind blowing in a hard gust.
You don’t think about it. You use your keys to get rid of the plastic outside, and then open the pack up. The one in the middle of the top row, your hands shake when you take it.
You bring the end to your chapped lip, fishing for your lighter. It’s an expensive thing you got as a gift, engraved. It’s almost out of fuel so it feels light in the palm of your hands. Even so, you flick it open. You run your finger over the wheel, stopping when the flame flickers on.
You bring it to the end of your cigarette, watching it burn. The orange-red glow soothes you. The fire keeps you warm. It burns, and you watch it burn - and with your lips closed around one end, you take a deep and long inhale.
It’s been a long time. Longer than you thought. It feels raw. Nicotine and menthol mix together making your lips tingle and your lungs sting. It tastes like tar and long nights — like a college party, like a balcony, like a place far from here.
Like a time, far far away from this. You balance the stick between your fingers, pulling it away as you exhale the first drag. Blowing a cloud of grey smoke into the air, you lose yourself in it. You smoke and pass the time.
You can’t feel anything but that. The adrenaline crawls up your spine and makes your fingers all jittery. You lean into it without even meaning to. Four years down the drain, you think. It would’ve been 5 in a few months
But you take another drag anyway. Your joints hurt. You smoke, and when the feeling is starting to make your stomach sour - you reach into the pack for a can of beer and drink that to soothe your nerves.
Letting your head rest on the edge of the bench, you stretch yourself out. With a beer can on the ground, you ash your cigarette out. You stretch your arm over your face, the end still burning.
For one minute, you really had forgotten. The interaction at the store helped. The cigarette helped. The sleep helped. The beer helped.
But nothing was enough to make you forget it completely.
You fear that things might always feel like this. That even time can’t stretch itself over a wound this big. Would there ever be enough to fill the sudden crater of a loss like this, to ever fix you?
At some point, you’ll have to accept nothing can ever be the same..
For a long, long time - you cry by yourself. It’s not a desperate sob like it had been 2 weeks ago. It’s just an exhausted, soft little one. Somewhere, inside of yourself, you cry like a baby. Like a child aching to be held though part of you knows no one is there to listen. Self soothe, you say to yourself. Stop crying.
It’s not like you don’t know how to be alone. What that was like.
You just never thought you’d have to be again, and maybe you aren’t all the way. You’ve got a slew of concerned messages on your phone that you’ve been replying to automatically and you’ve been completely disconnected from everyone for a while now.
Reaching out to them will help. In time, you know that. When you’re ready you will. You don’t have the luxury to let the pain linger for as long as you know it will, as it has to. Eventually, you’ll get back up. Even now, the days pass silently without you living them.
You know everything there is to know. Of course, you do. You know what they’ll say. You know that they’ll feel sorry for you. You know Kirishima would’ve held you without ever hesitating. You know your mother would’ve welcomed you if you showed up without a word. Of course, you know.
But knowing where a wound is, you’ve learned, doesn’t make it stop hurting it. Knowing the cause, the color, the shape, and the taste of your injury will never heal it. Your familiarity with your pain doesn’t do anything at all, to make it stop.
You light another cigarette, sitting forward with your elbows on your knees. Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you swear.
“Fuck.”
The memories suffocate you.
You met them both while you were in college. When you were a sophomore in college, they’d saved you from a villain attack. They weren’t dating then, but they made conversation with you after you’d gotten a pretty big injury.
You didn’t care for Bakugou at first. He was loud, mean, and crass. Midoriya has always been the same - friendly, awkward, genuine. Their friendship didn’t really make sense to you, like they spoke in a language you couldn’t ever learn. Midoriya always placated him. They looked at each other with a history that you never imagined having with anyone.
You never thought you would see them again, so you asked. Sitting in the back of an ambulance getting patched up - they told you the story of them. Like they’ve told it a hundred times before. Childhood friends, they told you. They wanted to become heroes, it was rocky then it wasn’t. Midoriya gushed about Bakugou’s ability the whole time, and Bakguou told him to fuck off but blushed the entire time.
You kept running into them, afterward. You were all convinced it was fate. They’d saved you 3 times before Bakugou told you to stop being an idiot with nothing but good intentions and maybe that’s when you knew you were in it.
It was a long time. Not an overnight spark or sense of magnetism, not destiny. Just luck. Just chance that deepened and grew roots over time. You don’t remember much of it in full, just bits and pieces. Like a drop of water building an ocean - you can’t count for each time.
You can name the rainstorms though, the floods, the days where it was clear they started to matter to you.
And they mattered to you a lot where it counted. You went to college in a city far from your hometown, and you didn’t make many friends so you could keep up with your scholarship. College was mostly very stressful. You were just trying to keep yourself but you met them. And you think afterwards you started living.
You knew about them from the beginning. How they looked at each other, not realizing how obvious they made it that they loved each other. Perhaps hiding it after everything felt unnatural.
You were content they wanted to be your friend. It was that simple. When they invited you out with them on their day off, you were confused but you always went. You were happy that they wanted you around.
They never stopped showing up for you. They went to your stupid club events and made a scene. Bought you gifts for the years you were sure you’d spend your birthday alone. Texted you on their patrols, first individually then together.
You learned to make your own friends too, but so much of your life is steeped in them. You thought, at first, that Midoirya took pity on you. You’ve always looked lonely. He was always the type to go out of his way for strangers. Bakugou just came along for the ride.
You realized later he never did anything he didn’t want to do. Even his admission meant that you were supposed to be there.
Time passed. And the two of them, slowly, brought you into their lives. You met their friends and attended their big awards and major achievements while they did yours. On weekend horror movie showings they dragged you along, and during Hero Expo season you always got V.I.P passes. You never told them you only ever went to see them.
They were busy people. It took you a long time to let yourself be a part of that at all. You would always be on the outside, you knew - but they were good to you. You got on with them both so easily, more than anyone else you’d ever met and it—
It felt special to you at least.
You think somewhere down the line, you were content to be an outsider. Everything about them had become so comfortable, that you would’ve been content staying in that same place forever. As an outsider, a watcher, a friend. Just a friend.
They started dating the year you were set to graduate college, and it really wasn’t all that different. Sometimes you caught them kissing, or hugging, or with a hickey on someone's neck but they treated you the same. Kept you at the same distance which wasn’t all that far.
It was in that same year, you realized you’d fallen in love with them both horribly.
Surprisingly, knowing that wasn’t all that bad. You knew it kind of instinctively when you realized it for the first time. It was shocking at first, but you were still content. You could swallow the ache in your chest seeing them happy. You were always an outsider to that, anyway. From the moment you met, there was history between them that would always surpass you and you knew that. Better than anyone. There was never a place for you to be, but you liked the one you had. You cherished that friendship so much you put it above your own feelings, for a long time. You had never met people who put you first so eagerly. Who went out of their way for you so often.
You like to believe they loved you like a friend. It helps to think that.
Four years. You’d loved them both, and so much - for four long years. You were just content to see them love each other because you could always tell they did. You wanted them to be happy.
Looking back they never put real distance between you both. You should’ve done that sooner.
More than anything. More than yourself. From the start, maybe you should’ve guarded your heart more. You were always weak to them. They were the only people to welcome you so much to anything, but maybe you should’ve—
When they broke up, you didn’t know what to do.
They’d always been.. together. For as long as you can remember.
It was Midoriya who showed up at your door. You should’ve sent him home. It’s your own fault, for cramming yourself into a space never meant for you.
He cried in your arms for two days and two nights. You felt sorry for him and texted Bakugou who told you to go fuck yourself. Whatever happened, neither of them would say or tell. It was serious. In the four years they’d been together, they fought but you never saw them like this.
Even though you dated for 6 months, your time with Midoriya all feels very blurry.
You blame yourself. No matter what anyone tells you, deep down, it would always be your fault. After those two days, he just needed someone to lean on.
It didn’t happen right away. Midoriya isn’t capable of that. It was after a few months of him visiting, of him dropping by, of him touching you. He leaned on you, even now - you don’t really know why.
You don’t really understand it but you think he must’ve mistaken the comfort you gave him for love. He’s only ever loved Bakugou so it’s possible he never really understood. You kissed, hugged, touched here and again but never had sex.
In hindsight, you’re glad about that.
Months passed like that, in each other’s company. Midoriya came back after work and slept in your bed every night. You woke up together. But you knew, that whole time, there was an inevitable end.
You always knew. When he hesitated when he looked at you. But sometimes, you got to see the melancholy go away. You watched movies and laughed, and made dinner together. There were enough happy memories to let you forget everything else.
It’s funny. Loving someone so wholly you wouldn’t ask them to love you back. No one would believe you if you told them, but even knowing you were just a stand-in - you were content to experience affection for a while. Like you mattered. You liked being able to make him happy.
You wanted Bakugou to be happy too, but every text you sent him got left on read. You called but never got a reply.
You figured he might’ve resented you. You wouldn’t blame him. Truthfully, you question what you ever had. Maybe you deluded yourself into thinking tolerance was longing. You tried that whole time to get them together, but they did it on their own.
He broke up with you after your new promotion. You never got a chance to tell him. The bottle of wine was still in your apartment.
Just like before, he cried for a long time. Said sorry more times than you knew what to do. He called himself selfish, apologized, said he still wanted to be friends, that Kacchan missed you too.
Over and over, he apologized to you.
You had always been an outsider. Even in your last minutes together, you comforted him when he cried. You didn’t know how to do anything else. You wish you felt contempt.
You’re mostly confused. None of it made any sense. But why would it? You’re just a stranger caught in a storm, too big for your boots.
It was when he said that one thing it broke you.
“I couldn’t stop seeing him in your face. I’m so so sorry. I should’ve never—”
You think that was the first time it all collapsed. Nothing registered after. He didn’t see you, even once. Maybe neither of them did. You were just someone they had been nice to. You got involved in this all by yourself.
You didn’t say anything to him. What would you have? All you said, very quietly at the end, was that you don’t want to see either of them again.
“Please respect that. And, I really do hope the both of you are happy.”
You cried for 3 days. You took your first days off from work, and your manager didn’t question your paid time off. It’s been 3 weeks, and you haven’t spoken to anyone.
And now you’re here, alone - halfway through a packet of cigarettes and hoping your next breath will carry you out of here. It’s freezing cold, and you're numb all over. You blame yourself, and it hurts so much it makes you sick. You want everything to disappear. You want to scream, cry, curl in on yourself.
But there’s nothing left for you to do or say. It’s all over, anyway. And it’s your fault for being greedy. For hoping that in the end, he would’ve at least seen you for what you were.
You’ve finished another cigarette. Your fourth one, which means you’ve only been sitting for 20 minutes. It feels like a century.
You wipe your eyes of stray tears, laughing to yourself.
“God, what the hell's wrong with me?”
Your throat is hoarse so you drink some more beer. You cool it on the cigarettes because you don't want to finish the pack before tomorrow.
You don’t even get to check your voice before a terribly familiar voice catches your attention.
You think for a second you're hallucinating.
“Oh! Hello. I’m Pro-Hero Deku, I’m doing some nightly patrols in this area. Do you need someone to escort you—“
Whatever higher power there is must be pretty sadistic. You hold your breath.
He stops in front of you. You freeze up completely. It doesn’t even feel real when you look at him. You blink a few times trying to make sure you’re seeing clearly.
“Y/N? What are you doing out here?”
His voice is so soft. The same as you remember. You swallow your discomfort, frazzled. Don’t be greedy.
You pick your beer can up, drinking the last of it before trashing it.
“I didn’t know you patrolled here.”
You don’t have to see him to hear the frown in his voice.
“…I usually don't. I’m covering for Mindjack, but that’s.. why are you out here?” He says, voice filled with concern. You don’t know what to say, so you opt to say as little as possible.
“I live close by.”
He knows that. His frown deepens.
“It’s nearly midnight.”
“I just wanted to get some air. I’m going home now, anyway—”
“Wait a minute, please.”
You screw your eyes shut, back turned away from him. Every inch of your skin is burning. Your heart is sinking like it’s made of glass.
You sigh, voice trembling.
“What do you want?”
“Would you please turn around so we can at least talk face to face?”
You don’t mean to say it. You don't mean to sound so bitter and broken and utterly defeated. The words slip out of you like a tire losing air.
“Are you sure you know what it looks like when you’re not looking for someone else?”
He stiffens behind you.
“Please,” is all he says. Like it's all he needs to say. All he can really offer.
You only turn around so he can bear witness to your suffering. Not that you want him to feel guilty but maybe it’ll make him leave you alone. Your eyes are red and swollen when you turn to face him, hands in your pockets. You don’t look at him. You’re afraid to.
“…Have you been smoking?”
“Yeah.”
“But you were clean for—”
“It’s none of your business what I was or wasn’t, Midoriya.”
Midoriya. Not Izuku. Your stomach twists.
“Please don’t be like this.” He says, sounding desperate.
You smile. It's sorrowful. Everything is tangled and messy and confusing. Like everything was a lie, and you were the last person to know. You don’t get it anymore. Your voice comes out, worn and gentle.
“I always knew it would end. I was never under the illusion that you really loved me. That either of you did,” You start, voice breaking. It’s cathartic.
And if this is really the last time, you should say what you wanted.
“Of course we—why wouldn’t we—“
“I always knew you didn’t really feel that way. It was just… nice to feel like I was important. No one in my life ever went out of their way for me like the two of you did,”
His voice breaks.
“Y/N, please”
“I was always afraid to call you my best friends. It’s funny but it never felt right. Kirishima and Todoroki - they were your best friends. What was I, then? I never knew. You were always each other’s. And I was there, and we were so close. But I never really fit. It never really made any sense,”
He looks like he’s crying. You wish you could comfort him and you hate yourself for wanting to.
“I mostly feel pathetic. I think that’s all. I have nothing to show for everything I went through,” You laugh a little under your breath, wiping your tears “It’s my fault. If I wasn’t so eager to feel loved. To love you in what capacity I could. Maybe things would be different,”
You reflect on your life with them. All that life you lived with people who you probably won’t ever see again, they’re easy enough to avoid.
“It might be better if we pretend that we never knew each other. That way, you have nothing to feel guilty for. Kats—Bakugou won’t have to acknowledge me. And I can forget it all together,”
“I don’t want to lose y-you, and Kacchan he—”
You shake your head with a smile. Now that it’s all out, it feels clear. Of course, they loved you.
Just not enough.
Really, that’s all it's ever been.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
You think this time, you’ll really be able to move on. He doesn’t reply, but you can hear him hiccup.
“I loved you both for four long years. That whole time. I was so happy we got to all be together, it didn’t even hurt. I don’t regret a lot of it. Maybe just those six months, and maybe not being able to see Bakugou. I miss him. I miss you too,”
You breathe. It finally feels alright to do it.
“But, I don’t want to see either of you ever again. If you’re in an emergency you can come to find me. I think it’s about time to move on,”
You can hear him calling out for you when you turn around. Asking to walk you home, but you know he won’t follow you. You just keep walking and don’t look back. You turn the corner and head down the empty street. Back home by yourself.
On the way, you smoke another cigarette. You keep the pack in your pocket.
You let go.
It’s just about that time, anyway.
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Weeks pass by like their nothing.
Your confrontation with Midoriya knocked some of the sense back into you. You came home, cried for 15 minutes, and then took a long shower under hot water. Afterward, you put on some nice lotion, replied to emails, and picked out an outfit for going to work tomorrow.
Slowly but surely, you tried to get your life back in order to some degree. You threw yourself at your job since that made the most sense to you, working over time. Being alone with your thoughts for too long has proved to lead to drinking or smoking in excess, so you hang out with a crowd where you can.
You met with your friends, all of which have supported you completely but only yelled at you for isolating yourself, to begin with. You visited your parents where your dad threatened to knock Midoriya’s lights out, claiming he was still very strong. The sentiment made you feel warm.
You climbed yourself back into something of stability. It’s not like you’re over it. You feel considerably empty and fall into random fits of crying more often than you like and you still smoke whenever you feel the stress of a long day overtake you. But it’s notably better. You’re hanging on and you hadn’t really been before.
Some days are worse than others. Sometimes you pass a street vendor you used to frequent and have to sob over your steering wheel before going home. You see them in the news so often it’s starting to be funny in a dramatic irony sort of way - like the universe wants you to remember they exist.
You’ve been careful to avoid them, though, it’s not as easy to avoid their friends. Kirishima got choked up when you ran into each other, making you promise that you’d keep in contact. In the last few weeks, you’ve seen Jirou, Todoroki, and Shinso all of which seemed happy to see you doing okay.
It was nice. Knowing that they were your friend too, and not just someone who saw them by extension. No one really asked any invasive questions so you figured word got around.
It’s been alright. You’ve been okay at best. It’s mostly been lonely. You’re just trying to live with it, and you’re thinking about seeing a therapist just to get yourself sorted.
Today is a Wednesday. You switched out one of your days off to accompany Ganache to the vet for a routine check-up. It was early in the day, so you had the rest of it to yourself.
Lately, you’ve been texting the guy from the convenience store. His name is Akio, and he’s an exchange student. You mostly text back and forth about manga, and he does a thing where he sends you selfies where he ends up being. He’s cute and a good enough distraction from your misery, plus he’s actually pretty funny when he calls or texts.
You lean back into your couch, picking your feet up to get comfortable. You’re freshly showered and hairless after the impulse choice to shave. The TV is playing some daytime soap that you’re not normally home to see, and there’s a cold beer on a coaster waiting to be opened.
You swipe open your phone after receiving a text. It’s him, studying for an exam. That makes you laugh.
(from akio, 2:45pm): long day OTL
(sent 2:46): it’s my day off. do your best and maybe we can go drink.
(from akio, 2:46): wait really?
You laugh.
(sent 2:47) only if you do your work ❤️
(from akio, 2:48): ON IT. where do you wanna get drinks?
You conjure up a location, close-by where you leave - sending him to it. You watch him type back with a laugh.
(from akio, sent 2:48): im suddenly very busy and im gonna finish studying. see you at 6?
(sent: 2:9): see you at 6
He sends you a slew of very excited emojis and you bite your lip. Admittedly, you feel a little guilty. Though you’re careful to make your intentions clear, a guy so eager to even be in your presence is a nice change. A little harmless flirting has been good for your self-esteem and he’s a great guy. Him being younger than you isn’t as deterrent when you check his Instagram and find out he’s very jacked.
You feel a little embarrassed by the whole thing and all the time. But it’s nice to be wanted and send risque selfies to get a hesitant reply. It might be good to sleep with him, get your mind off of it.
You only ever dated on guy in college and hooked up with a couple of people that you can count on your hand. Your relationship was nice but not memorable, and you broke up over a disagreement about finances in your junior year. After that, you went on sparse dates to keep up appearances.
But it felt wrong to even try when your heart was in other place. So now, you’re just being careful and having fun. And it is fun.
Maybe you can get laid. He seems like he’d have good stamina.
You cover your own face in embarrassment at the train of thought, giggling.
“Fuck what am I even thinking about?”
You shake your head like you’re trying to shoo the thoughts away. You reach over for the beer on the table, shivering as the cold can comes in contact with your skin. Undoing the tab, you take a long sip - warmed by the taste. You don’t even know what flavor this is supposed to be since it was a gift but it’s expensive and malty.
You drink and watch the T.V. A girl caught in a love triangle with two male leads. Both of the male leads are rich and powerful, and the girl comes from a small town. You snort.
“Get out of there while you can, little lady. Save yourself.”
You don’t know how long you sit there and melt into your couch, watching the TV and scrolling on your phone. Doing something productive feels out of reach for now and you’re comfortable passing the day like this. You haven’t really had a normal day of relaxation that doesn’t devolve rapidly into feeling sorry for yourself, so even being able to sit around be lazy without any other pretense feels luxurious.
You think you spend 2 hours like that before your body signals you that it needs fed. Ganache comes up to sit on your lap, accompanying you while you order something to eat. Your finger reacches out for her little head, scratching just under her chin.
“You’re getting hungry too, huh?”
She lets out a soft purr before plopping her head against your bare thigh. You smile, perusing what feels like hundreds of options. It always feels like picking a place is the hardest part.
Trying not to be paralyzed by choice, you jump out of your skin when you hear the doorbell ring. Your cat hops off of your lap at the noise. With furrowed brows, you try to think about who would be ringing your door without dropping by first.
You ordered a new air purifier for your room last week. Maybe it came early? You would’ve got a notification from them, wouldn’t you? You shake your head. Either way, you’d prefer to have it instead of having to pick it up from the post office.
On pure chance that it is that, you stand up and dust yourself off. Pulling your shorts down slightly, you grab a zip-up hoodie from the side of your couch making sure nothing is falling out. You pad softly to the door, unlocking it.
“Hello?”
As soon as you open the door, you see the last person you were expecting. Everything just sort of.. stops in it’s place. For a minute, you don’t breathe. You don’t think. You just… tense. And stare, your hands on door knob. Debating whether or not you should even open it all the way, or say anything.
You would close it if you didn’t see his face. You’ve never seen him look so tired, and seeing that makes your heart drop into your gut.
“...Bakugou?”
He looks up and then looks at you. His shoulders sag in what seems like relief but you can’t be certain.
“What are you…?”
He opens his mouth to say something, and then closes it again like he’s come up short on the right words. He’s not in his costume for work, and his hands are in his pockets. He’s bigger than you by a mile, but he looks.. terribly small. Maybe frail. Not like himself.
“Hey.” He says, short and quiet. His hand reaches up around his neck “Can we talk?”
Your gut reaction is to turn him down. You’ve made all this progress, and you think that letting him in through the door would be ruining it. But he looks so depserate, and that looks so unusual. He doesn’t look angry, and that scares you.
You don’t mean to let him, but you owe him that much you think. Answers for those 6 months. He was blameless for everything that had happened between the two of you, anyways. You open the door, stepping to one side.
He looks at you, a pained expression passing over him before stepping in. Your breath catches, quietly watching as he takes off his combat boots. Ganache meanders over to him. She was always fond of Bakugou. You watch the two of them interact and you feel your heart rip in half.
Your entanglements show in ways you don’t expect. It’s too much.
He wears the house slippers left out for him, almost out of habit. And then he looks at you for a minte. You snap out of your trance, scratching your cheek.
“Oh, uhm. You can… sit. Did you want a drink maybe? A beer?”
He shakes his head.
“You don’t have to be so damn courteous to me,” He says. Your expressions softens, heart squeezed in your ribs. The disparity settles in the bottom of your lungs, crawling up your throat like a bile. It’s still so early in the day. You can see his expression so clearly. So obviously melancholy.
You choke around the words.
“I don’t know why I wouldn’t be,” You say. You offer him a half-smile. It’s true. You never really had any reason to be angry with him. If he hated or resented you, it wasn’t like you didn’t deserve it.
He closes his eyes than looks away, silently walking off to your living room. You follow him, sitting diagonal to him. You stare at your feet, pulling the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands. Fidgeting.
You don’t know how long you sit there. The TV is muted, so you direct your eyes to the soaps - trying to avoid the obvious.
Bakugou breaks the silence first.
“You’re smokin’ again.”
His voice of devoid of anything you can read. You look at the ash-tray on the table, before you nod.
“Yeah.” You reply simply. He leans forward on his elbows.
“...You haven’t smoked since college grad.” He says. You smile.
“Yeah.”
You’ve been alone with Bakugou before. Engaged in quiet, comfortable silences. Midoriya normally did the talking for you, so the two of you were accustomed to letting him ramble. Alone though, you normally just enjoyed each others company or talked in depth about something you found important.
When he wasn’t blowing a fuse, you found Bakugou intelligent and practical. You talked about a lot of things, like money and the failings of the Hero Commission and the news. Stuff people found boring, he would normally have something to say. He was always opinionated on everything. Movie, music, books.
You haven’t seen him in over half a year. Not in person, anyway. It’s hard to avoid the number one and two hero in media as it would be.
“I don’t wanna kick you out or anything. Uh, we have a lot to talk about I guess. I just—I’m going out for drinks at 6 so—”
He cuts in abruptly.
“With who?”
You pull back.
“...A guy I met the other day.”
His jaw clenches. Irritation passes over his face as he scrubs a palm over it. He looks upset but you can’t figure out why.
“Have I met him?”
You shake your head.
“Probably not. He’s in college. Met him while I was buying cigarettes, actually.” You muse, feeling fond. “He’s a good kid.”
“Are you—Are you interested him?”
Your eyes widen, staring at him. His voice is holding something in it, half-way between anger and sadness. You don’t really understand him or why he seems like that. Does he think you’re moving on too fast from Izuku?
But that doesn’t feel right to you either. Maybe seeing you happy is upsetting. You don’t know.
“We’re not dating, if that’s what you’re asking. We just.. talk. Flirt, I guess.” You say, shaking your head. You turn your attention back on him “Don’t know why that’s important. What’d you wanna talk about?”
His eyes widen, and then his face fall. You’re more confused than before.
“Don’t know why that’s important huh?”
You watch him. His face after you’ve said that. He looks upset. Part of you thinks you’re imagining it. But you’ve never seen him look like this. He buries his face in his hands, swearing.
“Fuck this.. fuck this is—”
You decide to interject.
“I don’t know why you’re here but since you are I wanted to say… I wanted to say sorry. I figure that’s why you’re here. That it’s related to that somehow, but before anything I wanted to say I’m sorry.”
It’s been on the tip of your tongue. Weighted, heavy on the inside and impatiently trying to pry itself from between your teeth. Your words come out in a jumbled mess. Part of you can’t help but expect rejection. You sit here, and stare at him and you think to yourself that you’re sorry.
You understand Midoriya at times like this. But you won’t say it more than once, fearful it’ll be a burden to you both. You just spit it out. Like a loose tooth. The blood comes after, filling your tongue with bitter taste of iron.
Lately, you’ve lost the words for heartache. Ache as in bruise, as in hurt that’s lingered for a long time. Your heart aches terribly, and every passing day feels like being trampled on. You look at Bakugou when you say sorry, and your heart expands into the stiffness of your ribs. And it hurts all over, like one raw injury. Lately the taste of your suffering is a cigarette and beer. You wonder what that says about you.
You feel something thick in your throat, looking away.
“Why the fuck are you saying sorry?” He asks, voice shaking with anger. You wince.
“For everything.” You say, griefstricken with every word. You feel your vision get blurry, looking away as you try to take the tremble out of your voice “Sorry for everything, Katsuki.”
You try your best not to cry but you can feel the gaping hole reopen in your chest. You wish this was just a reunion. The longing is so sharp and so endless. It wasn’t like Midoriya. You didn’t have memories to help you cope. You never got a chance to tell him thank you or i love you.
He had always made it clear he didn’t want you around, but you still.. still found yourself clinging to his tolerance. To the fact he was always the first one to reach for you. That he listened to you intently and pushed you to do what you wanted.
Midoriya was soft. Comfortable. Bakugou was tough. He held you steady through all your stress. Cleaned your apartment when life was too much to bear and picked you up at your lowest without a word of judgement.
And in the end you touched the one thing that was never yours. You thought it would be okay because you hadn’t seen him for 7 long months in person. It would’ve beem if you hadn’t seen him again.
But he’s here just the same. And you love him. You love him so much, so deeply, and all at once you feel consumed by the reminder. It burns inside of you hotly. The tears flow naturally.
Don’t be greedy, you tell yourself. This is the universes way of reminding you of what you did. There was never any place for you.
“Hey, fuck. Sweetheart, stop cryin’. Please just fucking look at me, can’t stand seeing you cry,”
You can’t stop yourself from wailing. It’s ugly, and loud, and horrible. No matter how much you try to clamp it down, it spills from between your fingers and stains everything. Your whole body shakes with it. Hiccuping, you swallow a noise of distress.
“I didn’t m-mean for it to end like this. I didn’t want—I didn’t want to hurt you, either of you I just. I got selfish a-and I—fuck, I got greedy. I never meant to, I didn’t want this.”
Before you understand what’s happening, you feel a body around you.
Strong arms. Bakugou’s arms. He’s standing up to hug you, and you can feel him trembling when he pulls you to him. Your heart squeezes, but you don’t let yourself sink. His hands cup the back of your head, and you sob softly into the fabric of his shirt.
“Fuck. I’m such an idiot. Please stop crying, sweetheart. Please.”
“I’m sorry, ‘m sorry”
For a while, you can’t do anything but weep. Bakugou doesn’t let go of you. He’s never been good at comforting people, but his grip on you is tight. You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting like that, sobbing into his arms with your fingers in his shirt.
Your head feels messy, throbbing when you finally manage to stop. You pull away, your eyes swollen. You lick your lips, chapped before pulling back.
“Thanks for comforting me.” You say, pulling away. You try to anyway.
Bakugou cups your face in his hands. It catches you off guard, the feeling of his calloused palms. He lifts your face, examining you. Your mouth parts in confusion, as you feel his thumb running under your eyes.
“All fucking wrong. We did this shit all so fucking wrong.”
“B-Bakugou?”
He doesn’t let go of you. Just looks for a long time.
“Bakugou?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Why’re you..?”
“I missed you.” He says in a murmur, soft and uneasy and so regretful it stuns you “I’m so fucking sorry. We whoulda never—I’m gonna kick that shitnerds ass, swear.”
“You…what?”
He lets go of you, then runs a hand through his hair.
“You should.. text your friend or whatever. We should talk.”
Bakugou looks at you apologetically, handing your phone. You watch him disappear into your kitchen, pouring you a glass of water and handing you some tissues. You don’t know what to say, completely dazed. You send Akio a text, making an excuse about a work emergency and saying you’ll drink with him this Saturday.
Bakugou hands you the glass, leaving your tissues on the coffee table before sitting right where he was.
For the first time, you’re completely at a loss.
“I don’t understand.” Are the first words out of your mouth. Bakugou gives you a laugh.
“With the way shits been going, don’t know why you would.”
“D-Did something happen between you and Midoriya?”
He frowns.
“Fuck, no. Promise no stupid shit this time. Izuku just told me I should come talk to you.”
“…He did?”
He smiles at you.
“Yeah, he did. Not like I’m any better at this shit than he is, but he said you weren’t gonna listen to him,” He pauses, turning away from him “Said you never wanted to see him again.”
You look at your lap, listening to the sound of passing cars.
“I thought it’d be for the best. It’s uhm.. It’s hard for me to see either of you. You know,”
There’s a tense look on Bakugou’s face when he stares at you. You’ve never seen it before.
“…Did you mean what you said to Deku?”
Your throat constricts.
“A-about?”
“About your feelings. For the both of us, you said—“
You feel your heart race, uncomfortable.
“…Does it matter?”
“Matters a hell of a lot.”
You repeat it to yourself like a mantra. Over and over, the word sticks to you. Don’t get greedy. You want to say nothing. To close your eyes and deny it.
“Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
You feel your sense of stability crumble the instant the words leave your mouth. Like a sandcastle collapsed under the tide, you melt into unease.
Your eyes sting with fresh tears that you hurry to wipe away. You don’t even know what they’re for.
“Hey. Stop, look—it’s not what you think, alright? The feeling is mutual, but you've gotta listen to me.”
Your eyes widen. Looking up again, you frantically look at his face then shake your head. Did you mishear?
“It’s what?”
“It’s mutual. We both… it’s a lot to explain alright? But from the beginning, it’s been mutual and it wasn’t some freak accident you ended up in our lives. I don’t want you thinkin’ that”
You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You shake your head.
“I don’t…I don’t get it. From the beginning? You say you both have feelings for me, but I haven’t seen you in 7 months. A-and I-Izuku said—”
Bakugou grits his teeth suddenly. He looks sharp, vicious.
“Ignore what that half-brained idiot said, he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.”
You sit back, unsure of how to proceed. You want to be shocked, or even angry but all you feel is confusion. You fiddle with your hands, and hear Bakugou sigh over his. His voice sounds exhausted.
“All those months ago, when Izuku and I got into a fight… we were fighting over you.”
The world comes to a halt. You choke on a gasp of air. Bakugou doesn’t pick his head up to look at you. The sun shadows the shame on his shoulders before you get a minute to speak. His face softens, then regret sifts through.
He looks tired. Terribly tired.
“It was because of me. Izuku… he realized how he felt early on. How we both did. He brought it up to me and I just…froze. I didn’t know what to do.”
You hold your breath as you watch his face.
“You…?”
“We fought about it. I blew up on him, and he wouldn’t back down on the whole thing. I was scared outta my mind. Me.. and Izuku - it took us a long time to get where we were.”
You laugh a little at that, scratching your hand.
“Yeah I know.”
He lets out a puff of air.
“I bet you do. It freaked me out. It wasn’t like… I didn’t realize. We fought and I told him to go fuck off and be with you then. I regretted as soon as I did, but he walked off. Left me alone for a while.”
You frown.
“I’m sorry. You didn’t… I didn’t want that for you. I was a-always worried about you.”
He gives you a light-hearted scoff.
“I know. I got every call and text, sweetheart. Truth to be told, I would’ve lost my fucking mind if you hadn’t. That whole time.., you were looking out us both. I was still pissed, so I threw myself at my job. Saw Deku and got into some altercations.”
This surprises you. It makes sense. It’s hard to avoid each other, you’re sure. You wonder why Deku never told you, but all those days he came home extra upset - maybe it was that.
“I had no idea.”
“With the way you texted me updates, I figured he didn’t tell you. He’s a shit-head like that. Keeps everything in and then lets it all out. He forgets that he’s a human being sometimes.”
“It makes sense but…what happened? How’d you get here?”
“We had a big fight and made up, eventually. I hadn’t really thought about anything. I was working over-time to avoid it, but I was so angry all the time I didn’t feel like myself. Shitty Hair and them kept me calm.”
“Kirishima cried when he saw me,” You say in a daze. Bakugou laughs.
“He was pissed at me when I told him everything.”
“Kirishima was?”
“You think he’s nice like the rest of ‘em but he’s scary as fuck when he’s mad. He didn’t let me hear the end of it for fucking up. And I’m…sorry for that. For fucking this up.”
You shake your head at him.
“I don’t blame you. I still don’t really understand it, but I should’ve pushed him away. My feelings were getting in the way, and I didn’t think about how I was—”
“Hey. Stop that. Get this through your head, you didn’t do shit. Izuku leaned on you because he fucking cares about you.”
“But he said—”
“We’re not complete without each other.”
Everything stops in an abrupt manner. His words are muddled, like they’ve been shaken around in his heart for much longer than you thought.
“Izuku doesn’t know his own feelings. He thought that I was right. He thought he just misunderstood himself and he’s always been like that. He’s not good at knowing his own shit.”
And then, you think you see him cry. You don’t remember the last time you’ve ever seen Bakugou Katsuki cry but his eyes look red.
“We tried. To go back to how things were, we tried so fuckin’ hard sweetheart. You never wanted to see us again and I was too damn stubborn to admit to myself not getting your texts was breaking me. We tried.”
You swallow the feeling in your throat. You’re so disoriented.
“And..?”
“It didn’t work. We couldn’t stop arguing and it wasn’t like before. We were both on edge all the time and we both knew why. Izuku realized his feelings after you left. And I couldn’t deny that the idea of never seeing you again fucking broke me.”
You don’t think you could cry anymore if you tried, but you manage.
“I just… it doesn’t feel real. You two have so much history. Without me. A whole life together and there’s no space for me to be involved. You love each other so much, how could you love me too? How could it ever compare?”
“How could we not fucking love you, sweetheart? All those years together. You kept us grounded for how long? I never knew what it meant.. whatever bullshit Deku talked about saving people. But then we met you and I would’ve done anything to keep you safe.”
“Katsuki,”
You don’t even know what to do anymore. What to think or believe.
“Deku loves you to death. I can see it on his face. He loves seeing you with your dumbass cat. He loves listening to you recite lines from movies.”
“And you?”
“And I’m here trying to convince you I’m still worth your time. I can’t do all that sappy shit. This is all I got.”
“You’re doing fine.” You say with a smile. He smiles back.
“I feel like I’m gonna puke right now.” He admits.
“I’m just scared. None of this feels real to me.”
“When that shitnerd and I got together, I couldn’t get my head around it for 3 days. I was terrified of what that meant for me. Being vulnerable with people is terrifying and I still can’t stand it.”
“Yeah.”
“But if I never confronted my fears, I would’ve been alone and blind for the rest of my life. Shit gets bad. You fuck up and fight and things are hard - but it’s way fucking better to fight with people you love than it is to by yourself with your misery. Life got easier when I let myself feel my feelings and whatnot.”
“You sound really wise.”
He laughs under his breath.
“Don’t be a dick.”
“I’m being serious. You sound so mature and stuff.”
“And stuff? You been hanging around that college brat way too much.” He says through gritted teeth. You laugh.
“He’s nice, Katsuki.”
“He can kiss my fucking ass, corrupting you with his bullshit—”
“He is not doing that!”
“You think I don’t see your legs shaven? You’re a shit liar.”
“It was coincidence. I was gonna sleep with him though.” You say the last part a little quieter. He immediately gets mad again.
“The hell you are.”
You give him a smile, crinkling your nose.
“Jeez, it’s not even your business, you know.”
He groans.
“My hearts too weak for that right now, yeah? Be fucking easy on me.”
You look down at your lap, unsure of what else too. Your voice is hoarse so you reach for the glass on the table.
“Sorry. Just… processing, I guess.”
Neither of you talk for a long while. It’s just.. silent. It’s starting to get dark out, but not enough that it’s noticeable. The sunset is just teetering around the skyline. You take a deep long breath, tapping your foot. Picking the skin on your fingers. Fighting the urge to smoke an entire packet, you take a long breath.
“Hey.”
You lift your head to look at him. He looks nervous.
“Is it okay if I… fuck, like would it be okay if I kissed you?”
You nearly cough up a lung from shock.
“Would that be okay? Wouldn’t Izuku be—”
Bakugou gives you a little grin.
“He got 6 months. He’ll get over it.”
You squirm a little in your chair heart. Heart-racing.
“...T-Then, it’d be okay. I guess.”
“C’mere.”
You feel shaky when you stand to your feet. Awkward. But as soon as you’re in reaching distance, you feel Bakugou’s hand touch yours. His hands are nice. Smooth and long and nimble but calloused on some parts. Irrevocably warm, when they wrap around your pointer.
“If I do something you don’t like, headbutt me,” He offers. You frown at him,
“I’ll tell you.”
“Yeah, yeah,”
Without word, you feel him touch you. One hand busies itself with your hands, palms running up the back side of your forearm, then over the top before opening your hands to him. Pulling the sleeves of your hoodie with it and exposing your skin to cool air. He touches you quietly, thoughtfully passing down until he’s holding your hand. Not with your your fingers intertwined, but cupped against yours in a silent, gentle reprieve.
The other hand rests on the back of your thigh before brushing behind your knee and staying there. He’s just holding you, and there’s nothing especially risky about it. But it leaves you a mess, enough that you can’t even look at him.
He tugs you to him. Spreading his legs, shifting to help you into his lap. Like a lamb to shepherd, you follow. Too dazed to protest him, he looks up at you and you look down at him. He brings your hands to his chest, and you slink them around his neck. He leans you forward until you’re only a few inches apart, breath mingling.
He smells like smoke. You take a deep breath, studying his face before realizing his doing the same to. His eyes are outlining your mouth.
“You smell like cigarettes.” He tells you.
“Sorry.”
He shakes his head.
“You made me like the smell way back. Used to think it was awful.”
“And now?”
“Now it makes me lightheaded.”
“Like you wanna kiss me?” You tease. He takes a deep breath.
“So fucking bad.”
“Kiss me, Katuski.”
“Mm,”
His mouth is soft. You think that first. Even as your bodies so desperately and almost wholly on instinct, your skin starting to buzzy faintly. It’s so utterly blissful all you can think to feel is that he’s soft. He tastes sweet. His hands are the back of your thighs squeezing tight and you want them forever. You like that he lets you lead a little, and you take pleasure in touching him.
Squeezing the back of his neck, you thread your fingers gently through his hair. Soft and ticklish against your fingers - he lets out a moan when you squeeze at the root. You did again and he does it one more time. Something warm unfurls in your stomach, starting to unwind like loose thread.
“You sound pretty like that.” You tell him once you pull away. He shivers.
“You’re gonna put me in an early grave,”
“So you’re just gonna let Izuku become number one?”
He gives you the brightest smile you’ve seen all day. It looks so familiar on him, your chest feels like it’s being crushed.
“Not a chance in fucking hell.”
“That’s the spirit, Katsuki.”
“Speaking of.. we should probably invite that lewd nerd over here.” He says, burying his face in your neck. You hug him close to your chest.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. He’s gonna cry the whole damn time. Been losing his shit all day.”
“Poor Izuku.”
“He’s gonna cry when you call him that too. Cried about being Midoriya for 2 whole days.”
“He’s such a baby.”
Bakugo smiles into your neck.
“I’d cry too.”
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You wait for Izuku to come back to your apartment at your front door, with Bakugou clinging to your shoulders.
Nothing much had happened since your kiss. You and Bakugou laid together and made-out to pass the time - watching TV and quietly catching up. When Izuku sent you a text about being 5 minutes out, you decided to wait at the door to greet him.
You feel like the whole day has been one long dream. Seeing Izuku, you think, will make it feel more real.
When you hear the nob of your front door turn, you look up at Bakugou with excitement. He looks down at you, pressing his lips to your temple, his voice a soft, excited murmur in your ear.
“He’s gonna cry right away.” He says, hushed, tone light. Amused. You elbow him.
“Don’t be mean, Katsuki.”
Your breath hitches when you do see the door open. He looks a little disoriented when he passes the threshold into your apartment. His dark green curls are messy from the wind and he’s all out of breath like his heart is racing.
You smile at him as soon as he lifts his head up to look you. His lower lip trembles with immediacy, hands flying up to his face to catch the tears already threatening to spill. You feel Bakugou squeeze a little tighter around your waist, smiling into your neck.
“Welcome home, Izuku.”
“Oh god.”
You forget how big he is until he runs forward to tackle you both in his arms. You hear Bakugou fuss over you, something about you damn crybaby being mumbled. But more than that, you feel the familiar warmth of Deku. Izuku and Katsuki, all together. He smells like the sun and sweat, , it’s familiar and comfortable. Like home. You lean forward to wrap your arms around his midriff. You melt into the touch, as easy as it always been.
“I’m sorry, oh my god, I’m so sorry, I love you.”
When he pulls away, he’s already blubbering. His skin is a blotchy, familiar red and his eyes are watery. He looks down at you like you aren’t real. He’s the tallest of the three of you, so you have to get on your tippy toes to kiss him.
Familiar. Your hands touch base at his chest before running up, cradling his face in your hands. You swipe the tears from him, giving him a biggrin.
“I missed you, Izuku.”
“Oh god, oh god—Can I?—Wanna kiss you both so bad, missed you so much, I’m so happy.”
“Slow down, you idiot. You’re gonna scare ‘em, jeez.” Katsuki says, but his face betrays him. You can see that he wants that too, when you look up. They both look at you expectantly, and you nod.
Izuku kisses you first. It’s just like him, terribly overwhelmed. He tastes mildly like salt, maybe from all the tears. He grabs your face and presses your lips to you like the world will end if he doesn’t. He does it once, pulls away, and does it two more times just to be safe. You giggle when he pulls away, looking at you in your eyes.
“We should t-talk properly, but I’m so so sorry, I just—”
You look at him. The scars all over him. The splattered freckles along the bridge of his nose and his dark lashes. You shake your head.
“Later,” — You offer, fingers slipping under his shirt — “Need you both.” You say, a little quieter.
This makes his eyes go wide before he pulls back completely, covering his face with hands. You hear Katsuki laugh behind you.
“Lewd fucking nerd.” He says, with a terrible amount of affection. Izuku’s voice goes raspy.
“Shut up, Kacchan.”
“Oh that’s right. The two of you never went all the way, right?”
You flush this time.
Katsuki nips at your neck with his teeth, soft and playful.
“You’re gonna make him cum in his pants, sweetheart,”
You feel something tickle in the back of your throat.
“I thought you weren’t… uhm. You know. Into me.” You admit. Izuku’s eyes widen so far his brows touch his hairline. Katsuku shake with laughter behind you.
“You got no idea how fucking gross he is. Haah, that’s funny. Not into you my ass.”
“Kacchan!”
Before you register it, Katsuki whispers in your ears. They’re making eye-contact with each other with you sandwiched in the middle. They’re both so much. Too much for any one person to handle, you don’t know how you’re going to do it.
Katsuki’s voice is smug.
“Reach your hand out. Go on,”
You do as he says, convinced you should. You want to. It’s not like you’ve never touched him before but never fully. You never really did anything, you just…
You touch it. Touch him. Your whole body goes hot as you feel something heavy in the palm of your hand. thick. It twitches against the material of his pants. Above you, Izuku shudders. His whole body shakes slightly.
“I didn’t even…”
“You think I call him ‘lewd nerd’ for fun. He’s a pervert, sweets. It’s just how it is.”
Your heart races. Fuck, what are you getting yourself into right now?
But it feels right. And with the both of them over you, the warmth of their bodies and strong forms - you can’t help but want to fall into it. You close your eyes, look up and glancing at both of them.
“I wanna do it.” You whisper, low. You feel your skin prickle with heat. Izuku groans and Katsuki chuckles.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
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From the moment you stumble in your bedroom, everything around sort of disappears.
You’re quick to lock the door behind you, to ensure your cat doesn’t follow you but the moment you’re in - you’re practically surrounded. The energy alone is enough to melt your spine. Izuku carries you in his arms and Katsuki trails behind you, giving you a vicisious grin that makes you wetter than you know to handle.
It’s all very messy and desperate, trying to situate yourself into the bed. They keep you in the middle the entire time. At times like these, you’re grateful for the investment you made in your firm mattress. The two of them alone take up so much of the once roomy king-sized you find it hard to breathe.
You’re sitting on your legs with Katsuki mirroring you, behind you. Izuku hovers over you like a shadow. Your head feels jumbled with everything surrounding you. The first thing you feel is the shape of Katsuki’s mouth. His lips are tender and soft, pressing into your shoulder blade. You let out a fluttery little sigh, unsure of what to do.
It’s disorienting as much as it’s hot. You’re stuck between a rock and a hard place, two people who are wholly enigmatic without each other. Together you’re like stars colliding. Or maybe, yu’re the world between them, keeping them at bay - squeezed by the matter of their existence. Katsuki’s hand travel under your t-shirt, his hands squeezing your waist.
Izuku tilts your head up to kiss you first, then reach over your shoulder kissing Katsuki. You think, sometimes, you like seeing them kiss more than you like being kissed on your own.
“You’re so pretty… She’s so pretty, right Kacchan?”
He does an affirmative hum behind you. Heat rips through you, as Bakugou’s hands reach up. He cups your tits, bare underneath the fabric of your shirt. His chest rumbles with a groan, thumb, and pointer tweaking your nipples till they're hard. You let out a soft mewl.
“Fuck.. fuck look at that.”
He’s not talking to you, but to Izuku who’s watching you both with a shadowy expression. His eyes suddenly look dark. Terribly and utterly focused on your tits, where your nipples peek through your cotton white t-shirt. You would’ve worn something cute if you had the time. Thank god you showered at all, though you don’t think either of them would care.
Instead of answering, Izuku tugs at the bottom of your shirt. You feel Katsuki behind you, lifting the material up. They work together well. You raise your hands to let it to taken off, feeling shy you try to tuck your chin. Izuku’s quick to draw you back, using his hand to turn your head with a gentle force. He’s soft, but authoritative. It shakes you to your core.
“Hey. None of that okay. Keey your eyes on us.”
“What he said, sweetheart.”
You gasp a little as your bare skin touches the cold air. Goosebumps raise in patches all over your body.
At a loss for words, your eyes follow Izuku in his movements. How he scoots back on the bed, then dips his head down. His mouth is a surprise - he kisses down your sternum and with no warning at all - gropes your chest like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do.
It’s different from before. The way he squeezes them in his palms, pushes them together, watches them move and spill between his finger. He’s taking his time to explore you with the single-minded focus he always gets. His tongue planes over the hardened buds, around the creased skin before sucking the whole thing into his mouth.
You throw your head back, mouth open in a quiet gasp. Katsuki slowly slides your hands over your navel, across your stomach. Around your middle, his fingers fidget with the waist-band of your shorts, before dipping into the line. Your thighs squeeze instinctively, chewing the inside of your cheek.
It’s too much. You whimper a little as Izuku pays attention to your tits, your body flaring upr. Izuku is shameless in wanting you. His eyes are so focused on your every move, and his hands feel so impossibly big. It feels like he could eat you, swallow you - the way he touches you so shamelessly.
You’re so aroused. Wet enough that it’s soaking your cotton panties all the way through. It’s humiliating when Katsuki touches just over the seam, how his finger soaks on the damp spot.
“You’re making her so wet, nerd.”
“Really, Kacchan?”
“Fuck, yeah. She’s soaked. Feel good?”
The last part is talking to you. Izuku rubs your nipples with his thumbs, hands cradling your sides when you nod,
“Feels good.” You say back, halfway panting. You open your eyes up to look over at Izuku, then look back to Katsuki “I want you guys to take it off. Too many clothes.”
Katsuki laughs behind you, and you feel him pull away. Izuku places a kiss on your hairline. You scoot over, away from them, and watch them as you get undressed.
Your eyes land on Katsuki first. You’ve seen Izuku naked before, almost completely. You’d never seen Katsuki, so you watch. He catches you staring, giving you a little smirk before he turns over to you.
“You’re a freak too. Gettin’ off on watching me strip.”
You lean back on your palms.
“Should I tip you?”
He laughs.
“Fuck off.”
He takes it off a little more deliberately. Your eyes follow the curves in his body. The two of them are so stupidly jacked. Katsuki is a little leaner in his make up. His strength is concentrated in his back muscles and his arms. You see it when he reaches over his head. He’s lithe, smooth everywhere else but his arms are pure and almost brutish. It’s so sexy on him. There’s only one big scar on his body that you already know the story of.
You don’t even realize you’re staring at him until you hear his voice, smug as he calls you over.
“You wanna touch it?”
You nod, a little sheepish about being caught. Crawling over to him, you’re standing on your knee.. Izuku watches the two of you, out of the corner of his eyes. His lower lip is tugged, pressed under his teeth.
You let your fingers do the guiding. You start at his waist. He looks at you, intent. He’s artwork, you fight the urge to treat him rough - your fingers tracing over his obliques. Gently grabbing him, you trace all the way up the natural lines of his body, Even without flexing, you can see his physique. Your palms plane over the muscle of his back and arms before curling around his shoulders.
“You’re arms are so nice.”
“Yeah?”
“And you’re…”
Words escape you when you look down. His chest.. fuck. Katsuki is pale everywhere. His nipples are pink against his skin, noticeably bright. The cold season makes him pale where as Izuku is always tan. His chest is so fucking big. It’s so distracting you lose whatever you want to say. Your hands drop then reach forward, and without so much as a choice - you squeeze the fat of his chest between your fingers just like Izuku had been before.
Izuku comes up behind you. The two of them share a look you don’t have the mind to pay attention to.
“Kacchan has nice tits, doesn’t he?”
“Go fuck yourself, Deku.”
Your mouth feels so dry.
“Y-Yeah.”
“They’re sensitive.” Izuku tells you, voice thick. Revenge, or something along those lines. It piques your interest.
“Yeah?”
“Flick them. He likes it.”
When you look at Katsuki’s face it’s strained. A warm shade of pink dances over every inch of his exposed skin, and he’s holding his breath. Oh, you think. He wants this.
You flick his nipples and watch as his whole body crumbles forward. He drops his head on his shoulders, as you tweak and play with them. His voice is raspy, teeth gritted.
“Fuck, y-you’re evil. Fuck, there.”
“Pick your head up, Kat.”
He does so. He looks.. soft. Pretty. His eyes are a little glassy. You lean forward, letting your mouth close around one of his tits. He cries out, wobbly. Izuku is quick to keep him steady, hands reaching around to his hips.
“You learn fast.”
You hum sucking on each of them. Katsuki is a mess over you. His body is so hot, and you can see his cock against his clothes. You stay like that, the three of you stood on your knees with just enough space to tease and touch. Your body relishes the contact, mind-swimming. You indulge your desires to explore, tentatively testing the boundaries.
You pull away briefly saliva making his tits shiny. He looks at you, dazed.
“Can I leave marks on either of you?”
“Freak.” Katsuki says. You flush.
“Should be fine. Kacchan is wearing his winter costume, anyway.”
You nod your head, then let your tongue lave over Katsuki’s neck before biting and sucking. You leave it a little under the collar, low enough to be easily covered. He lets out a soft hiss.
“You’re so touchy with me. Gonna leave Izuku out to dry?”
You laugh, rubbing your cheek into his pec. Grabbing his ass, he gives you a little scowl but doesn’t tell you to stop.
“I never got to touch you. I touched Izuku at least.”
You feel Izuku’s chin on your shoulder.
“Kacchan’s right though, I feel neglected.”
Izuku’s arm closes around your waist. You turn your head slightly, enough to see him behind him.
“You want a hickey too?”
Izuku buries his face in your neck.
“Mm, maybe,”
“Are you both usually this needy?” You ask amused.
“You would be too if you were us, y’know?”
You think on what he’s said. Surrounded by the warmth of their bodies, you laugh.
“You had each other,” You tease. Katsuki scoffs and Izuku sounds like he’s whining. They’re both cute when they act like that.
“Like you didn’t have your fucking boy-toy.” Katsuki spits, petty jealousy clear in his voice. Izuku suddenly gets very tense and pulls away.
The utter devastation in his voice makes you feel a little bad, but another part of you feels vindicated and kinda happy they care. You hide a smile.
“...Are you seeing someone else?”
“If I was?”
Izuku makes a face you can only describe as heartbroken, making you burst out in laughter.
“Izuku, I was just kidding! Stop looking so sad.”
“You’re so mean.”
To think you could bring the number one hero in the country to tears fills you with silent pride. Katsuki pipes up behind you.
“She was gonna fuck him. Her legs are all shaved.”
Izuku gasps scandalized.
“Who even is he?!”
“A college boy,” You interject, dropping your head onto his shoulder “He was flirting with me when I went to buy cigarettes. Akio.”
Izuku frowns deep and frustrated.
“Sounds like a jackass.”
“He’s a nice kid, Katsuki. I’m still gonna get drinks with him on Saturday, anyway.”
Two voices shout at you at once.
“What?”
“The fuck?”
You break out into a fit of giggles.
“I promised I would if he studied.”
“And you’re gonna go and tell the kid that you’ve got two great boyfriends at home right?”
You grin a little. The possession in Katsuki’s voice is tangible. Izuku is silent but you can practically feel the frustration off him. You hum, pretending to think.
“Is that what you two are?”
“You’re so fucking evil, baby. Evil.”
You shrug.
“Dunno. The role of ‘significant other’ was vacant for a long time. Think I should give it up so easily?”
Katsuki sits up, leaning forward and trapping you between them. Your heart leaps.
“Wanna know what I think?”
You nod, Katsuki’s eyes sharpen.
“I think it’s a bad idea to provoke two heroes who could run laps around you, yeah?”
You look up at him, smiling.
“All that stamina should be put to good use, then. Earn your title, heroes. Sound good?”
“You’re such a tease.” Izuku rasps behind you. You look up to see him, eyes cloudy.
“I’m nice to boys who deserve it.” You say on a whim. Both of them react in a way you can’t predict, shock first then lust right after.
“Need you now.” Izuku says through a breath.
“How do you want me?”
“Want you to sit on my face. Want Kacchan to suck my cock.”
The way he says it makes you reel. You look at Katsuki. He looks.. obedient. It’s the only way you can think to call it. Excited. Your insides twitch.
“Fuck.” You groan “I want that.”
“Kacchan?”
“Shut up and take your dick out, nerd.”
His demeanors cools you off a little, but it’s not enough to stop the anticipation growing. The three of you suddenly move in haste. There’s enough room to move around, bed creaking as everyone adjusts to comfort. You watch Izuku lay down flat on the bed, the whole thing dipping under the weight of his body. You’ve seen him naked before, but it’s always a sight to behold. His whole body is covered in freckles, dense around his shoulders and his thighs.
He’s strong everywhere. As jacked as someone at his height could be, to deal with the burden of his quirk. Even so, the strongest part of him are his legs. Thick, muscular thighs that make your whole body go alight. He’s covered in scars of different sizes, smaller around his waist and middle. Dense on his arms and chest.
There’s hair on his stomach and over his pecs. Above his cock, well-trimmed and neat.
You feel your mouth go dry seeing Izuku’s cock sitting between his legs. You’ve never.. not like this. Your eyes are focus on it, trailing down the line. He isn’t cut, and the tip is darker than the rest. It does a hard curve left.
It’s so thick. Your stomach does a flip ar how unfathomable it is just looking at it.
“Nerd’s fucking hung, isn’t he?”
“You’re so big, Izuku. How do you even…?”
“You scared?”
You nod soft, and the both of them laugh.
“Worry about it later. Want you to sit on my face.” Izuku tells you. His tone is so agreeable, crushing your remaining barriers. Welcoming. You squirm a little thinking about taking it, but resign yourself to his request. You crawl over to him, situating your thighs on either side of his face.
Katsuki observers you for a minute before sitting between Izuku’s legs. You can tell from his confidence that he’s done it a hundred times before. There’s something about the position, the feeling that you’re getting off on each other that has your core feeling tight. Izuku puts his hands on the tops of your thighs.
For the first time, you’re fully at a loss. Katsuki gives you a grin when he realizes what you’re thinking. Your eyes are glued to his form, his physique. The curves of is body when he gets on his knees and arches up. Your heart thuds against your ribs desperately. The blood is rushing into your ears, your hand tingles with nerves.
Izuku must know where you’re focusing too, because his hands gently squeeze the tops of your thighs. He doesn’t take you down, or even move. His breath fans against your sticky cunt.
“Wanna see me suck cock so bad?”
Whatever over takes you is unspeakable. He just makes it sounds so good. The words die off in your mouth. You’re so wet, hyperfocused on the visual. Katsuki wraps his hands around the base of Izuku’s cock, and from under you there’s a moan. The realization hits all at once like a bulldozer leveling a city. You find yourself sinking under the crushing realization of what you’re doing. They’re pleasuring you, and each other. All together.
The thought alone makes your head spin.
“Keep your eyes on me. Don’t close ‘em, since you wanna be a fuckin’ pervert. And nerd,”
“Hn?”
“Don’t let her cum if I tell you she’s closin’ her eyes.”
You can feel his smile under you.
“Good idea, Kacchan.”
You gasp. Mumble something about them being evil, but the words don’t register. Without another minute of hesitation, Izuku all but drags you down to him.
The moment you feel Izuku dart his tongue out, you think the world from under you falling. You want, desperately, to close your eyes. It’s not like you’ve never had someone go down on you.
But Izuku isn’t just eating you out. He isn’t even really doing it for you. There’s a drunkeneness to it that has your thighs squeezing around his head. His hair tickles your skin and you’re so close you’re sure you’re suffocating him. His arms secure themselves around your thighs until you’re trapped in his grip. His tongue is gentle for a briefly, if only to welcome you the sensation.
But right after, with only a second between, he sucks his clit into the heat of his mouth. It’s so shameless it startles you. Your jaw hangs open, and your eyes squeeze shut. Your facing forward. You can feel the ridges of his nose, the point of his chin as the full weight of your body drops onto his face. Your hands fly forward, splaying on his chest to give yourself some semblance of balance.
Izuku moves like he isn’t thinking about anything other than tasting you. The drag of his tongue, muscles moving against your clit makes your toes curl. You bite your lip to cut off the sounds threatening to leave you only to give up minutes later.
“Ngh, ‘zuku—”
“Open your eyes, sweetheart.”
You struggle but listen. Blearily, you set your focus on Katsuki. The feeling of Izuku and his ruthlessness adds to your delirium. Suspended, you watch Katsuki work Izuku’s cock and feel like you might really die. The visual impact is enough to send you tipping over an edge more quick you ever have in your life and the intoxicated way Izuku’s latched onto your pussy makes you feel like giving in.
Katsuki is watching you back. This stuns you the most of anything. His eyes, red and fixed, are hard and looking at the place where your pussy meets Izuku’s chin. Even as he swallows around your cock, he’s looking at you. Meeting your gaze as he slides is tongue under the swollen head of his cock, flicking the tip. He’s only got one hand, placed carefully on Izuku’s thigh for balance.
But the other is fisted around his cock. His cock. Long, pink, leaking in his palms. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Izuku moans under you, into you. Submerged in the feeling of euphoria, you let out a pathetic cry. Katsuki watches you. His gaze is like splitting atoms, an impossibility happening infront of your eyes. All at once, you take everything in to process. You take Katsuki dipping his head down, his pinks lips stretching around Izuku’s cock. His eyes, stuck on your silhouttete as he takes it down the base without so much as a gag - the drool dripping down onto his chin in the same way you’re doing into Izuku’s face.
You take in the sight of him pulling off, mesmirzed by how much he’s taken. How good he is, how sloppy. Izuku is too, and something occurs in your head that maybe this is another way they mirror each other. The messy way Izuku eats your pussy, with his tongue and the whole of his mouth. With ridiculous fervor, with hazy determination.
You can’t take your eyes off of Katsuki. You’re consumed by the way they both make you feel, and you want to reach across to kiss him. Leaning forward, you rock your hips against Izuku’s tongue.
You want to kiss him. You’re going to kiss him.
“Katsuki,” You breathe out, voice broken. You rut yourself against Izuku’s face again this time, harder, clit rubbing hard against his tongue. He lets out an appreciative little moan, that encourages you chase your own high.
Balancing on Izuku with one hand and leaning forward, you reach your other one around Katsuki’s neck.
You kiss him. Over Izuku’s cock at first then around. The realization of what’s happening makes him moan into your mouth. Finger tangled in the blonde hair, you kiss him with tongue. The gesture is utterly absent minded. It’s greedy. You can’t help but want everything all at once and being apart from him is making you agitated.
You make out around Izuku’s cock after you feel sorry enough. Fucking yourself into his mouth, hips rocking - you take it upon yourself to join Katsuki. Whenever Izuku feels it, his fingers dig into your legs. Little crescent shaped indentations appear from how hard he’s gripping, how much he’s whining against your cunt and sending waves through you.
You’re so turned on, it’s hard to clear your head. Riding Izuku’s face with complete disregard, helping Katsuki suck his cock. The both of you around his shaft, trying to kiss each other while pre-cum stains the exchange. Everything feels like it’s blurry, like a motion shot - a picture taken with a moving subject.
You’ve held out for so long - you don’t have a chance to warn Izuku as an orgasm approaches you a full, frightening speed. Raggedly, you cry out his name. Katsuki groans, stopping to fix his eyes on your face.
Izuku makes a sound of appreciation, helping you fuck onto his tongue in the rhythm you did before. You hold yourself just barely.
All at once, with everything fibre of your being - you find yourself cumming. It doesn’t feel like any orgasm you’ve ever had before, not ever in your life. Like a bow and arrow, your entire body goes taut before the string snaps hard. All the muscles in your body freeze then release, the tension replaced with an unending wave of euphoria.
It feels so fucking good. So good you can’t breathe.
“O—Oh, fuck. Fuuh, fuck.”
You cum and can’t stop. Even as you try to pry yourself off, Izuku holds you down. They both stop in their motions, glued to you. Something warm and desperate starts to rush. A warbled warning comes out of you.
“I-Izuku, it’s—”
All at once, you lean completely bacl another brief wave of release hits. You can feel it. Fuck, you’re—
“Holy shit, sweetheart.”
You reel all the way back as you squirt into Izuku’s mouth - left to listening to him swallow it down. An audible gulp sends your stomach in knots, and you nearly fall. If Izuku wasn’t holding you, you would’ve.
You collapse forward again, this time completely. Wiggling your hips away.
Izuku lets go of you. Gasping for a breath of air immediately as you pull away, you see his cock twitch. Your cheek pressed against his navel, you take a minute to collect yourself.
“Oh my god. You two are going to kill me.”
The room is almost completely silent.
“...Have you ever?”
“I didn’t even know I could do that.”
Muffled underneath you, you hear Izuku.
“Can I please get a warning the next time the two of you decide to go at me at once? I almost came.” Izuku whines. You share a look with Bakugou before breaking out into laughter.
“Be fucking grateful nerd, Fuck that was so hot. You have a mean streak, sweetheart. Pulling my fucking hair.”
You laugh shakily.
“You suck dick like a champ, Katsuki.”
He snorts.
“Shut up.”
For a minute, silence stretches between you. You squirm slightly, before frowning. Appreciative it’s comfortable despite the intense emotions left to linger.
“I was the only one who came.” You say thoughtfully.
“To be fair I almost did. I was flexing my muscles to stop.” Izuku admits. You giggle at the bit of honesty.
“Katsuki… wanna make you cum. Both of you, but it doesn’t feel fair,”
“I had fun, don’t worry. I dunno about the nerd, but I do wanna fuck you.”
Even after doing something so insanely sexual, a flush crawls up your spine.
“I..I want you to fuck me.”
“Wanna fuck you too,” Izuku says underneath you. You wiggle your hips, closing your eyes. You feel a little guilty, even suggesting it.
You flop onto your back, pulling away from Izuku. With your legs kicked up, you cover your face with your hands about what you want to suggest.
“I… uhm. The both of you could.. fuck me at once. If you wanted to.”
You’re almost too afraid of opening your eyes when you hear Katsuki pipe up.
“Holy shit, are you serious?”
You roll over, away from them. You try to anyway.
Before you know what’s happening, Izuku is sitting up. Like you weightless than piece of paper, he flips you over and grabs you until you’re situating his lap. Katsuki sits up, behind you. His chest is pressed against your spine. The two of them look at you hard but you keep covering your face.
Izuku swallows the spit in his mouth, starting at you.
“Do you mean.. like.. the both of us? At once?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“...You ever taken it in the ass before, sweetheart? Shit aint easy,” Katsuki says in something akin to earnesty.
You laugh warmly.
“In college.”
Katsuki snorts.
“Fucking really? With your dweeb ass boyfriend?”
“Kacchan.” Izuku tsks, though you’re sure they share the same sentiment. You nod.
“Anyway, I have. A-and it.. that way we’d all be super close, yknow?”
Katsuki groans.
“Fucking hell,”
“What Kacchan said.” Izuku says, blowing an amused puff of air through this nose.
“It’s not a big deal,” You grumble. Katsuki laughs.
“Hearing our newly acquired significant other say they want us to D.P. them is a big deal, idiot.”
“You’re so vulgar.”
Izuku smiles at you both fondly, absently reaching a hand out. He cups Katsuki’s face in his palm, looking down at you.
“We have to prep you really well. And if it’s too painful at any point, you have to tell me or Kacchan, Okay?”
“Mm…Okay. Love you, Izuku.”
He splutters. Katsuki clicks his teeth behind you.
“Love you too, Katsuki. Love you both so much.”
“We love you too,” Izuku says, alreacdy on the verge of tears. Katsuki laughs.
“What the nerd said.”
You relish in each others company for a while, soft and leaning into each other. After everyone’s caught their breath, Izuku pats your thigh.
“Do you have lube?” Izuku asks. You laugh, nodding.
“Top drawer of my vanity.”
Izuku pressed a kiss to your temple, getting up.
“Okay. Get comfortable and lay down, Kacchan, lay with her.”
“Not the boss of me, shitnerd.”
Despite himself, Izuku gets up to get your things and Katsuki does as he asks. You get yourself comfortable in the bed and your blonde boyfriend follows suit. He lays down close to you, turned slightly to face you.
He puts a hand out, running his middle finger along your jaw until your face is pointed to him. The proximity is comforting, your eyes following his lips. It’s an awfully tender gesture when he kisses you, softly pressing his lips to yours. You make a little sound of approval into his mouth, making him grin.
“Nervous?”
“A little. Two at once is a lot”
He snorts.
“I bet. Just relax yeah. We’ll start with the hard part. Should make it easier.”
You give him a little smile, kissing the corner of his mouth.
“You make anal sound very romantic.”
“You fucking saps are rubbing off on me. Do you know how you want us?”
You scrunch your nose in embarrassment. It’s not like you don’t have an answer.
“I want you inside and Izuku in.. y’know.”
He gives you a playful grin.
“You a masochist or something?”
“Shut up,” You say weakly, tucking your chin “Just seems like something he’d be into.”
“Guess you’re not wrong about that,”
Like you’ve conjured him from thin air, Izuku returns to your bed with a familiar bottle of lube and some condoms. His face looks unusually red as you watch him get back on the mattress, settling in between your spread legs.
“Izuku?”
He stops for a minute, startled.
“You… have so many sex toys.” He says. Your eyes widen before you break out into a laugh. You thought you’d be embarrassed if anyone ever saw but for some reason, you mostly find it funny.
“You serious nerd?”
“More than the two of us combined, Kacchan,”
Katsuki turns to look at you, leaning in to give you a giggly kiss.
“Nasty.”
“It slipped my mind, You found what you were looking for though, right?”
He gives you a nod, holding up a bottle of lube - nearly full. You ran out a couple of weeks ago.
Izuku puts a palm underneath your knee, your breath hitching. He looks at you seriously for a minute, thumb rubbing a circle into your skin. He gives you a look.
“Tell me if it hurts. I’m gonna go really slow, ‘kay? And Kacchan, keep her comfy.”
“Got a good idea for that,” Katsuki says. You look at him curiously.
“Keep your eyes on us, sweetheart.”
Nodding, you lift your legs a little higher. You hold yourself up, nails pressed into the back of your thighs. Just like Katsuki insists on, you keep your eyes on Izuku. He looks determined as he flicks the lid open. The lube is shiny as it pours onto his fingers in a thick, clear stream. Warming it up, he looks down. You’re conscious of his gaze, the way you’re so bare and exposed. You can feel how spread out you are because of the position.
Izuku rubs the ring of muscle first, before doing anything else. You squirm at the sensation. It’s not unpleasant, but it isn’t pleasant either. It just feels a little intrusive as he touches it, rubbing along the creased skin.
“Relax, love. Don’t think about it.”
You try to follow his words, so you turn your attention to Katsuki. He gives you a mild look before you feel his hand reach out, groping your tits before sliding his palm down your body, squeezing you gentle.
“When he pushes in, take a deep breath and exhale. And don’t worry about anything else.”
You nod, feeling him inch closer to you. He kisses you this time, soft. His hand keeps going lower and lower until you feel a finger against your puffy clit. It aches from his fingers. You try not to move.
“Good?” Katsuki asks.
“Little more to the left, please.”
He hums at the feedback and does as you ask, rubbing your clit just enough to take your mind off of everything. You find yourself relaxing involuntarily from the pleasure. While your head is busied with it, he kisses you. Engages you in making out, taking time to suck on your tongue in the way he’s learned you like. It’s a messy kiss, too drooly than you think someone like him would be comfortable with.
But the contact feels good, feels nice. Your pussy responds to each of his gestures noticably, a dull throb growing inside from the ache. You want to be fucked, and you’d take it in whatever way you can have.
“Don’t squirm, baby.” Katsuki says, pulling away from you in a pant.
“Hard,” You say simply. He laugh, biting the roundest part of your cheek.
“Sooner you’re prepped, sooner we can fuck you.”
“Gonna push in okay? Take a deep breath.”
You nod. Katsuki keeps you steady, breathing with you as you feel Izuku push in his middle finger in. It’s a just barely there sensation. You’re expecting some pain, but there’s nothing more than a dull sense of discomfort. You let out a long, deep breath, until you feel him reach the first knuckle. The prep is relatively uninteresting, but you can feel a stretch. A mild, sensitive feeling of invasion.
But it feels.. dirty? Forbidden, somehow and that’s making your breath hitch. The both of them are staring so hard at you. Katsuki keeps rubbing your pussy to keep you at bay. You hiccup.
“Okay?”
You nod.
“Doesn’t hurt. Just feels… funny.” You say. Izuku breathes a sigh before he very slow pulls the finger out of you. Your heart pulses, a sense of relief when he takes it out that leaves you curious. Your eyes widen. Katsuki takes notice of your expression.
“Feels nice?”
“Y-Yeah.”
Izuku goes a little faster this time, a little harder. When the motion is fluid, he’s careful to add another finger. You feel lube drip down onto your ass, the thick and sticky sensation. Katsuki leans into you.
“Deep breath,”
You listen, breathing deep as another finger joins him. This time the stretch is more noticeable. Izuku leans forward, kissing your knee where you’re holding it up.
“Pretty little hole,” Izuku muses. Your eyes go wide from embarrassment when you hear Katsuki snicker at you. Izuku doesn’t stop his mumbling, fixed on how your fingers suck him in “Can’t wait to fuck you.”
Lost in a haze, his eyes flick up to you with a smile. It’s so disarming it startles you. You lean back.
“Okay, baby?”
“You’re s-so dangerous.”
He frowns.
“Why do you say that?”
Katsuki scoffs above you, making you feel marginally better. You take another breath as he repeats the motions of before, slowly fucking into you. You feel your ass give as you get comfortable, your body no longer instinctively resisting the sensation. You feel yourself stretch and stretch and stretch, but it doesn’t feel the same as being torn open. There’s something strangely familiar about the gesture.
Katsuki touches you through it. Teases your clit with his fingers and brings you to the edge, always stopping before you can cum. Despite your protest, you get the feeling it’s to help you cum while you’re getting fucked but not before then. You let out soft little moans of pleasure and the way Izuku is starting to fuck you open on his fingers is finally starting to feel like something besides funny.
You look down at Izuku, who gives you a half smile. Something deep in you aches, it’s a sensation you haven’t felt in a long time. Bone-deep desire to be fucked and filled and close together leaves you oddly emotionaly.
“You, okay? Think you’re ready?”
You feel yourself squirm against Katsuki’s hand, who’s busied himself by cupping your pussy with his palm.
“I’m ready. Want you in my ass, and Katsuki in me,” You tell him. His eyes widen before he lets an involuntary groan. Sometimes his predictability is charming in it’s own way.
“Yeah.. yeah. Then let Kacchan get underneath you, and I’ll get on top. Sound okay?”
“Mm,”
It takes a minute to switch positions again but eventually you end up where you want. Katsuki lays comfortably on the mattress, head propped up on some pillows. Rubbing his cock with one hand lazily, he gives you smirk.
“Hop on?”
“Oh fuck you,”
A laugh bubbles out of you as you crawl ontop of him, throwing your legs on either side of his hips. You hover over his cock, getting comfortable as you feel his hands grab your ass and squeeze, pullin them apart without shame. He’s got the same look as always, a cocky looking smile as he pivots his hips and rubs the head of his cock against your folds. Shuddering, you wrap your hand around the base.
“Sure you don’t need prep?”
You nod your head, biting your lip as you guide the head of his cock down a little lower. You feel Izuku behind you.
“No condom?”
“Wanna feel it.” You reply. Katsuki groans under as you guide the head to your entrance. You take a deep breath as you start to sink yourself on it. Going as slow as possible to make sure it doesn’t hurt, Katsuki does a hard hiss underneath you. His head tilts back, mouth open in loud moan. You feel his cock twitch inside of you as you finally push yourself to the last inch.
When you bottom out you sigh, the familiar and pleasant sensation starting to ensnare you. Eyes heavy, you look at Katsuki who looks like he’s having a hard time keeping his head above water. Your hands go on his chest.
“Katsuki?”
“I’ve never—holy shit—”
“You’ve never done it like this?”
“Bakugou lost his virginity to Kirishima and I lost mine to Ochako. So he’s never…”
Unable to help your shock, an idea pops into your head as you lean forward. He feels so fucking good. He’s got a curve just upright that sits nicely inside of you, keeps you full and touches you in all the right ways. Beneath you he’s trembling, unable to shake the feeling.
“Katsuki,” You purr, breathy as you lift your hips up. “Does that feel good?”
“H-Holy fuck. Fuck, baby—you’re so wet. Feels like you’re gonna melt me,”
With a little effort, you do an intentional squeeze around him. His eyes shoot open, gasping for air.
“D-Don’t—You little shit. Squeezing me like that, stupid brat.”
He holds your hips down where you stop, giving you a look that’s only half angry.
“I’m just making you feel good.” You maintain. His hand comes down on your ass hard, making you laugh.
“You can make me feel good without trying to milk me, fucksake. Slow down and let Izuku in,”
You give him smile, leaning forward. Katsuki gets what you’re trying to do almost immediately. His hands squeeze your ass again, this time spreading you apart intentionally. You can only see from the corner of your eye because you’re squished into Katsuki’s chest - bare chest on his. But Izuku shoots off a deep, guttural groan as Katsuki offers him a smile. You feel his chin atop your head.
“Don’t make her wait long, dweeb.”
It happens just like that. Izuku approaches you, cock in hand and situates behind the two of you. You take in a deep breath when you feel the tip protruding against your hole. Everything… halts. Like the sound of something, a faint quiet before everything hits the ground running. You’re already stretched, already full with cock. Your head can’t wrap around taking anymore but still, Izuku persists. He grabs you with great strain, and pushes his cock into the tight ring with a choked cry.
All three of you react to the feeling. He’s not even all the way in, but the deep sensation and pressure has you reeling already. Katsuki lets out a yelp. The both of them are grabbing you, anchoring themselves as Izuku pushes himself just barely inside. A tight fit wouldn’t even begging to describe it. You feel plugged up completely, from the inside.
“C-Can I…? Can I please—”
“Move, Izuku, move.”
And he does. He does it slowly, at an awfully slow pace like he’s trying to keep you all the way together. Brain full of static, you’re absolutely fucking astounded. He pushes in a little more, and the heavy weight of his cock feels like it’s sinking. You can feel his cock against Katsuki’s inside of you. They both feel it at the same time because underneath Katsuki is twitching. Letting out pants, face strained and absolutely fucking out of it.
The room is filled with a wet, sticky sort of noise as Izuku moves himself. He checks in, pushes when you confirm, and does it for what feels like ages until you feel his navel against you. He’s inside of you, completely inside of you. You feel… complete. It’s so fucking unbelievable. It feels like being torn apart, ripped in half. A sensation you couldn’t imagine existing.
All while feeling incredible. It’s deep enough to push the air out of you, out of your lungs in a ragged breath. Your body goes limp, sweaty between the two of them.
“Baby, baby, you feel incredible and K-Kacchan, can f-feel Kacchan in, Kacchan’s cock you, feels so good, love you both, love you so much—wanna move, can I? Can I move baby, need to—”
“Fuck me,”
Like they do everything, they work together in sync so seamlessly in breaks you. Katsuki gives Izuku room to thrust first, letting him control the pace to make sure you’re not hurt. The feeling of his big cock, fucking your ass when you’re already so hopelessly full, is making your body feel completely limp. Every single nerve of pleasure that could be touched or toyed with is being rubbed against. Pleasured from the inside out, your mouth is fallen open in a silent scream.
You’re all so close. You’re face is tucked into Katsuki’s neck where you can hear his every breath or moan or cry. Izuku is draped over you, his chin over your shoulder - mouth against your neck and licking the sweat off of your skin. One of your hands is on Katsuki’s chest, and the other is reaching around for Izuku - for something of him to hold onto. Your vision is blurry, and the world outside is finally starting to sink into the night.
Room painted in an vibrant orange daylight, you’re soaked in pleasure that feels hedonistic. The violent waves of pleasure leave you feeling like kindling - the thing that makes fires burn. The first time you cum from this, you don’t register it completely. The bliss of the experience isn’t concentrated. You feel the dull throb of desire - starting from the top of your head to the soles of your feet.
You cum, the first time, without any intention. The forces around make it happen and the way you squeeze makes both men have to stop completely as you ride out your high - the feeling of it overshadows your first orgasm.
It’s an out-of-body experience. You start to see your vision go white, and when you’re finished - you feel the two of them start to fuck you again. This time it’s slower, more deliberate as they try to drag the feeling out.
Izuku wraps a hand around your waist, sticks between your body and Katsukis. You feel his fingers on your clit, wincing. His voice is soothing, gentle.
“I love you. Want us all to cum together. I love you so much. We’re so close. One more, okay? Just one more.”
“I love you, sweetheart. Love you too, nerd. Give us one more. Together?”
You don’t know what it is. It’s a weird fucking time to get all emotional, all worked up into nothing. Still, you find yourself nodding. It’s a strange time to think you’re so in love but you’re so worked up, so blissful like you’re being cradled by the golden threads of the sun. Warm all over your body in as much measure as you’re burning with lust. The feeling of their bodies, of Katuski placing kisses on your skin and Izuku pressing himself to your cheek.
Izuku panics when you cry, but you reassure him that you’re fine. And you are fine, completely and utterly fine. There’s just something terrifying about being loved at such a magnitude - being able to do something like this at all without any pretense or fear. The mutual sensation of trust and all the pleasure.
Everything that happened, the life you’ve lived so far that once felt blurry comes to you with clarity. Like clear water, your love appears in front of your eyes, and it appears clear. It was never worthless. Never meaningless. Always meant to be, and always purposeful. The two of them have loved you with so much intention since the beginning, and it’s taken this long to take it in. To realize.
With a shaky, soft voice - you warn them.
“G-gonna cum.”
You let go this time, pure relief running through. A few more short thrusts have them both following suit. Feeling them twitch inside of you at the same time makes your heart feel strangely full. It’s all a little stupid, but when the adrenaline starts to settle - you can’t help but smile.
The room is completely dark as the three of you lay together in the silent aftermath. Your eyes feel heavy as you fall forward.
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You don’t wake up till the next morning.
It’s a little disorienting, truthfully. The sun isn’t out, instead the day is wrapped by comfortable clouds and cool rainfall. You don’t even know the time as you finally get yourself up - though you’re both naked and clean.
Sitting up in your bed, memories of last night return to you swiftly. Your lower back throbs painfully. You laugh, putting your hand on it while you rub your eyes. Looking around your room, you find a stack of clothes with a note on top.
“In the kitchen. Get dressed and come join us.” Written in Katsuki’s handwriting.
Standing up to stretch, you rub the remaining tired out of your vision and throw out what clothes have been set for you before unlocking your door and stepping out into the living room.
You’re surprised to find the both of them still there. Izuku is pouring cat food for Ganache, while Katsuki is at the stove making something that smells nice though you aren’t sure what it is.
You hear Izuku first. He turns around to find you dressed, his face breaking out into a smile. Without a warning, he picks you up and spins you around in his arms. You let out a squeal.
“Ah, Izuku! Wait, I haven’t brushed my teeth,”
“Don’t care. Kiss! Kiss!”
You can’t help but relent to him as he carries you effortlessly in his arms. He places kisses all over your neck and face before kissing you on the lips. You get comfortable against him, surprised by how sturdy it is. He rubs his face against you as he carries you on one arm, dragging you to Katsuki who looks at you a little unamused.
You lean over to kiss him on the lips which he returns with soft smile.
“You fucking idiots better sit down to eat. Swear to god.”
Instead of answering, you kiss him one more time. He rolls his eyes but returns the gesture before busying himself back with the food.
Izuku eases you on the counter instead of either you going back to sit. He stands between your legs.
“Thanks for making breakfast. What time is it?”
“11:32,”
Your eyes widen immediately, as you scramble up.
“Shit, I have work today.”
Izuku stops you, looking sheepish.
“No you don’t.” He says, looking away.
“Huh?”
Katsuki grins, flipping over the rolled egg with a self-satisifed laugh,
“Sometimes,” He starts, pouring more egg into the pan “Being a Pro-Hero has it’s perks.”
You immediately start into a fit of laughter, leaning forward to nuzzle into Izuku’s chest.
“And you two?”
Izuku’s voice reverberates.
“Called in some favors. Thought it’d be good to spend a day together.”
You feel like you’re in one long dream. After everything. There’s still so much to talk about but you let yourself ride the high. Contented, you sigh, wrapping your arms around Izuku and closing your eyes.
“I think so too.”
Hello spongy! I hope your mojo comes back. 🖤🐈⬛
Bakugou Katsuki - wedding ring - sadness or anger- choking 👀
Hopefully this sparks something. I know whatever you write will be wonderful!
Hi Kitten, thank you for your request, it’s helping loads and I’m feeling more optimistic about my writing already x x x
Rating: 18+ Warnings: Smut, choking, implied infidelity, a bit of angst, intentionally vague.
It had all been going so well.
Catching that prick of a villain towards the end of his shift; getting news that he’s on track to move up a few ranks in the next quarterly popularity polls; receiving a phone call from his mom, and not having her breathing down his neck over some stupid shit she wants him to do.
Life was moving forward. Life was moving on. He was starting to forget.
Then there’d been a knock at his door, disturbing him from a blessed sleep he hadn’t been able to sink into for weeks now.
Finding you there. Here. On his doorstep. Mascara leaking down wet cheeks. A hastily packed bag at your feet and the words falling from trembling lips;
“I did it.”
It couldn’t have gone better.
It was like old times. Colliding into one another like you hadn’t been gone for months; no word or sighting. A blank space in the shape of you that not even a faceless soul could fill. No late night phone calls that last until dawn, or early morning greetings that start with a smirk and a kiss.
You came and left like a hurricane. Turning his world upside down. Having him craving the next meeting.
Now it looks like you’re back.
Be it for good. A week. A day. A night. An hour.
He’ll take what he can get. Feed into the lie that may or may not be a reality.
Until he saw it, and the floodgates opened.
Having you under him. The dent in the mattress recognising your figure and moulding back into a familiar shape. The pillow beneath your head absorbing the scent of your shampoo and perfume, claiming it back into your possession. Satiating him for the nights without you. The slats of the headboard remember the way you gripped them, hung on, nails scratching and palms itching, leaning behind groves that he could trace and hold, reliving your last moments before you had to dress and step back into the world you had without him.
Your back is soft against his chest, fitting perfectly into the crevasses, spine curved, hips raised between his thighs, rocking gently, meeting him like waves ebbing and flowing over a cool, moonlit beach.
You’re anything but; you burn like the sun, skin kissed by fire, spreading your warmth and melting the cage he’s so diligently erected around himself since you’d last been here.
Just like this. With him.
The bars are buckling, warping, setting him free, only to be locked in a different kind of prison.
It’s when he turns his head, just slightly away from the angle of your jaw to catch a breath, and the gold glint catches the light like an imploding star, does the heat turn icy. Those lapping waves are no longer welcoming and inviting, but tumultuous as they crash, ripped by outcroppings of rocks and debris, pushing, preventing, blocking, reminding him of the ties you have outside of him.
You’ve always held him at a distance, and he’d appreciated it. Helped steel himself, keeping his head above water so as not to drown and become consumed by your pull.
Didn’t stop the fall though. Let himself be weak for one moment and let you crawl inside his chest to nest. Plague his dreams, while you sleep soundly.
He wants you to feel the choking want of longing and the need to inflict pain on the source. Throttle it with disgust and fury until it consumes itself and dies.
Let him be. Let him live.
The hand that had been cradling your breast slips from the flesh, to come up and around, fingers clawing as they settle and dig, tendons contracting around a vibrating throat. Moans stalled as you feel the change within him.
“Take it off,” Katsuki bites through gritted teeth.
You're so still he thinks you die a little death. Not the euphoric kind. This is the type that is dread, all consuming, has the hair on the back of your neck prickling.
He can feel them. Soft yet sharp, drenched in sweat, a dusky aroma thickening and seeping into his open pores as they fight to rise up beneath his clawed hand, squeezing against a pulse that’s stopped its beating.
The whites of your eyes have never been brighter, and the deep pits of your pupils never bigger. Your profile hurts to look at, which is why he’d taken you like he had, mounted you like a jungle cat, pressed your face into the sheets, fooled himself into thinking that he can pretend you’re someone else should you walk out once again.
Never have to gaze upon the split affection you have warring within them whenever you have doubts.
Katsuki doesn’t like to share. But for you he had. Let this charade commence until you finally gave in to the winning side.
You win some, you lose some. He just didn’t think he’d have been left in limbo for so long. Alone without a word or look, no indication whether your time together had an effect, tipping the scales in his favour. It has always been balanced. Equal. And it aggravated him that he’d found his match to a person with no image.
If you’re truthful this time, if you’ve done as you’ve said, there’ll be no hesitation, it will be as involuntary as blinking. As effortless as a heartbeat.
Your breath bursts, the inhale ragged.
His fingers tighten around a string, slick and coarse. Lax and taut, until there’s nowhere else for it to go.
And your hips don’t stop, canting an undulating rhythm that almost knocks his resolve back into the gutter. He keeps still though, doesn’t give an inch, even if his will slowly depletes and the urge to grind back becomes a battle he might just let himself lose.
Your eyes rolling upward as you look at him from the corner of your eye, his nose pressing into your cheek, jaw clenching to keep the need at bay.
He’s not playing this time, he means it as his forehead digs into your temple, hand closing marginally when you tilt your head back and he feels slack, your eyelashes fluttering along with a gasp.
Trapping your left wrist against the mattress, he struggles for a moment, prying open your fisted fingers and finding the offending item.
You’re enjoying this, he finds. Watching as you eye his every movement; bask in the precarious position he has you in. Letting him have the upper hand when really you know you’ve had him where you want him from the very beginning. Drawing him in and pushing him away as frequently as the wind blows.
He sees it. The pleasure you get when you witness the ugliness of his jealousy rearing its head, fighting a perceived threat that’s no longer there.
But it will always be here, taunting him until it’s gone for good.
“Take. It. Off.”
You moan in reply, a whimper for a reprieve.
Despite the heat radiating between you both, the band is cold, a last reminder of the wedge that keeps - kept - you apart.
It doesn’t give so easily, like it’s holding on and maintaining that distance he is - was - never allowed to cross. Reminding him of who was here first.
As it passes the first knuckle, you buck, and Katsuki answers with a thrust, pinning you until you can’t retaliate, except for a frustrated, wheezing moan, and a squeeze of your walls around his cock, a salty tear captured by his lips, sliding beneath his tongue as he bares his teeth with a rumbling growl.
Effortlessly, it glides past the second, and he has it.
It isn’t yours anymore.
And it won’t be ever again. Soon it will be a distant memory Katsuki will erase along with the name that went along with it.
The metal melts in his palm as he clasps the ring, twisting and distorting into a congealed mass, his eyes burning brightly along with the rage he’s been keeping under loose wraps. Glowing orange like a setting sun, or the dawning of a new morning.
You whimper, strangled and desperate, until Katsuki moves again.
Thrust. Thrust. Roll. Gold-coated palm singeing the flesh of your lower back, and sizzling the sweat pooled in the dip of your spine when he presses down to arch you further, pulling back your head by the grip he still has around your throat so you can watch him, raising up and gaining an angle that lets him get deeper, reach a place no one has - and never will - reach again.
Except for him.
You're his now.
And that finger won’t stay bare for long.
Rating: Explicit
WC: Ongoing
Summary: Katsuki meets you, a strange woman dressed in fancy black attire, at a podunk country bar in the middle of nowhere. He's been wasting his life away drinking, barely showering, feeling sorry for himself after an injury caused the downfall of his career. A chance encounter and an offer for a road trip to god knows where brings two lost and unhappy strangers together for an adventure that may teach them about each other and themselves.
a/n: Hello there so if you aren’t familiar with this fic and you stumble across the masterlist, this is my grief coping fic. This is a fic I work on when I’m drowning and wanting to run away from my current life to start over and need to write to get those feelings out. There is not an upload schedule I never know when there will be an update, please do not ask for updates. This is an extremely informal piece and it means a lot to me. If you give this a chance I love you forever and thank you from the bottom of my heart. 💖 Also I’ve had a few people send me songs that they think fit the vibes I love that! Please don’t ever feel like you can’t talk to me about this or send songs. I love hearing them. ☺️
Playlist
🚙 Part I
🚙 Part II
🚙 Part III
🚙 Part IV
🚙 Part V (Coming at some point)
pairing: Sero Hanta / Fem Reader
length: 5.3k
summary: Sero gets hit with a quirk that makes others see him as the person they are most attracted to. Which you really wish you had known before you opened your mouth and gave him your usual, “Hey, Sero!”
tags/warnings: pro hero au, fluff, misunderstandings, quirk accident, not actually unrequited feelings, smut, thigh riding, fem reader (no pronouns but AFAB genitalia terms used), aged up characters
It was approximately four thirty-three p.m. when Sero Hanta returned from patrol and blew your peaceful day to bits.
Before his arrival, the Todoroki Agency had been relatively quiet, as it usually was around this time, everyone but the on-call staff winding down for the day. You’d been hearing the telltale rustling of jackets and scuffle of feet in the office behind you since the clock ticked past four.
Not long after, a couple of your friends from the analytics department had wandered over to your desk, clearly deciding they were not going to get anything else done, gossiping and stealing the candies you kept in a glass bowl on the reception counter.
“I heard Shouto’s manager is considering signing him up for a shirtless charity calendar,” Mari told you immediately, wiggling her eyebrows. “Hana from brand management said she was asked to do research on the impact the calendar had on other pros’ careers, so I think this is serious.”
She looked beyond pleased, her cheeks pink and her ears tipped red, the way they always were when she contemplated her massive crush on your agency head, Todoroki Shouto.
You couldn’t fault her–Shouto was incredibly handsome and kind, if a bit spacey–but you’d always been drawn to a different pro hero on the agency roster. Someone just a little bit taller, with dark hair and a half-moon grin, a razor sharp sense of humor, and the most inconceivably mouth-watering thighs in the pro hero business.
Not that you had been giving them attention. Much.
You suppressed the urge to ask if anyone else from the agency was being considered for the calendar, wiggling your eyebrows back. “Well I know you’ll be the first in line.”
Mari’s blush deepened, and Kimiko laughed around an orange-flavored candy, which you stocked for many reasons other than a certain tape-themed hero’s predilection for oranges, thank you very much.
“I just hope they include Uravity-san,” Kimiko said. “I mean–not shirtless shirtless, but like, god would I kill for her in a little sports bra.”
Kimiko sounded unaffected, but you’d literally hidden her beneath your desk the time pro heroes Uravity and Deku visited for an agency team-up with the Todoroki office. She’d spent the entire time peering out with big eyes, muttering under her breath, “I am so gay. So very very gay.”
You didn’t doubt if Uravity were included in the spread, Kimiko might even beat Mari out for the first spot in line.
“You both have such kind hearts,” you laughed. “So eager to give to charity.”
“I’m a lifelong philanthropist,” Mari agreed, picking up your pen and doodling hearts all over your office stationery. You noticed she colored in only the left side, and suppressed another laugh.
Whatever. You knew what it was to be that whipped, even if you’d never do anything about it.
As huge as your thing was for Sero, there wasn’t a chance in hell he returned your affections. He was incredibly friendly, but over the past few years, he’d never even given a hint that he was into you like that. He’d treated you with the same easy cheer and subjected you to the same good-natured roasting he did everyone else in the agency.
And now was not the time to go looking for more, anyway. You’d recently become close enough to see Sero outside of work and you were not about to endanger that–you’d been invited to a house party of his a couple months ago, gone to drinks with him and a couple of agency people after work, and even grabbed dinner alone a few times over the past few weeks. You’d been texting memes practically nonstop this entire week alone.
He was so much fun, always quick with a joke, a wink, or an interesting story, and he wasn’t afraid to tell things like they were. You forgot time was passing when you were with him, and sometimes when you went out, you stayed out long enough that you thought he might, too.
So you were finally reaching a stage in your friendship where Sero clearly felt close and comfortable—you would not press for more.
It was just, sometimes, when he smiled down at you with that clever, mischievous grin, your heart felt like it was experiencing some sort of medical event. Sometimes, when he put his dark hair up into a messy half-bun, those biceps cording as he did so, it felt like someone had just vacuumed all the oxygen straight out of your lungs. Sometimes, when he leaned down to whisper something to you in his most conspiratorial tones, it felt like someone had spiked your brain into a blender and pureed it into mush.
But it was cool.
You knew how to play it cool.
Mari pulled you back to earth with the promise of more gossip—this time, about her arch nemesis in accounting—and Kimiko leaned in, offering her own commentary over the unwrapping of another of your candies.
And then the clock struck four thirty-three, and Sero Hanta returned from patrol.
You heard the telltale mechanic ping of an agency badge passing checkpoint, and peeked around Kimiko to see Sero trudging through the doorway, looking strangely contemplative. He was covered in dirt and his uniform was slashed in several places, including a great deal of shredding about the thighs, which you would have been happier about if he didn’t look so unusually subdued.
He didn’t look hurt at any rate, so that was good. But you couldn’t help but call out to him.
“Hey Sero!” you said, curious about his demeanor. “How’d patrol go? Something happen?”
Kimiko and Mari turned around, and you watched as both of them seemed to freeze up. Kimiko’s hand slapped against the reception counter, the sound echoing through the room, gripping tightly as though she’d suddenly seen a ghost.
“Ur–Uravity-san,” she said, dipping into the most formal bow you’d ever seen her make. “What’s brought you here?”
You felt your mouth pull into a frown, staring at the back of her head in absolute bamboozlement. Was she seeing things? The only person in the doorway was Sero, and he was very much unaccompanied.
His helmet was propped between his hip and his elbow, so his face was clear too–so Kimiko didn’t even have the excuse of not being able to see his face, different though his costume was from Uravity’s.
Sero blinked, his mouth pulling into a semi-puzzled grin. “Uravity?”
Mari was slapping Kimiko before you could inquire the same thing, hissing, “Are you losing it? That’s fucking Shouto.” She turned back to pin you with something between a glare and a concerned, assessing gaze, as if you too had lost your marbles.
You frowned back, your own concern deepening. “I’m sorry–are you guys seriously telling me that Shouto and Uravity are here with Sero?” You peered back around Mari at Sero, quirking a brow at him. “Did they get hit with some kind of invisibility quirk or are these two experiencing some kind of hallucination?”
Maybe too much shirtless calendar talk had gotten them too hot and bothered.
Sero’s dark gaze pinned you, and he quickly came tromping over, his boots echoing on the stone flooring. He leaned over the reception counter, pointing to his face with one long, pretty finger. “Wait, you can tell it’s me?”
He smelled like cement and sweat and dust, and something vaguely minty, like he’d been chewing gum recently. You tried not to let your expression show how much you liked the look of him up close, those hooded dark eyes, his wide, charming mouth.
“Um, yes? I have eyeballs?” you wondered.
Sero blinked, leaning in closer. Your heartbeat ticked up. “You’re sure?”
“Should I not be…sure?” you asked. “Are Shouto and Uravity really with you and I’m the only one who can’t see them?”
Sero shook his head, “Nah–it’s just me.”
You frowned up at him, curious. “Then why are they calling you Shouto and Uravity…?”
Sero shook his dark head. His hair was pulled into that half-bun you loved, the way it usually was under his helmet on patrol, and all mussed from whatever run in he’d had. You tried not to think about what other activities might get his hair all mussed like that.
He smiled, something wide and conspiratorial. “Got hit with some kinda illusion quirk. People have stopped me like a thousand times on my way in to ask for All Might’s autograph, or Hawks’, and even Bakugou’s. They’re lucky it was just me, he’d have thrown a shit fit getting cut off in the street like that.”
Sero’s features shifted into something slightly more contemplative again. “But you’re somehow immune, huh?”
You frowned. “Shouldn’t you get checked out at medical, then?”
His eyes softened, and another grin made its way onto his mouth. “Yeah yeah, I’ll head right there.”
Kimiko and Mari were still gaping over at him like he was a miracle, and some strange feeling came over you, a concerned little squeeze of your heart. You grabbed Mari, plonking her down into your seat in your stead. “Cover me for a couple minutes? Just say people are unavailable and take notes and I’ll figure it out when I get back. I’m gonna run down to medical with Sero for a second.”
Mari nodded dumbly.
You pulled Sero’s helmet out of his grip, resting it in the crook of your own elbow, and gestured him down the hall with you. Sero fell into step beside you, keeping up easily with his long stride. He grinned down at you, seemingly unperturbed that he’d gotten hit with a quirk that had all but erased his identity in the eyes of others.
It was something you admired in him, his inherent good-naturedness.
You wondered why you were the only one who could tell it was him.
“Any good gossip while I was gone?” he asked, like he really couldn’t be fussed about his predicament. “I was starting to hear shirtless calendar talk before I had to head out on patrol.”
You suppressed a flush and fought down the urge to ask if he’d been asked to be in it too.
You did not need to know.
“Whatever the hell is going on with you is the spiciest bit of gossip all day,” you told him, rounding a corner and badging into the stairwell down to the medical floor. You clung to the railing carefully and most definitely did not watch his thighs bunch as he took the stairs. “Want a drink after work? It seems like you could use one, after this.”
Sero smiled, an eyebrow raising. “Trying to get me drunk, huh?”
You wrinkled your nose. “As if I’d need to be so underhanded.”
You did. You did need to be so underhanded.
Sero had to angle himself carefully through the door, his shoulder pieces liable to snag on the doorway with the breadth of those pro hero shoulders. The medic on staff took one look at him and flushed, mumbling out a name you didn’t know.
You piped in before she could say more. “Cellophane’s been hit with a quirk that makes him appear like someone else. It’s not whoever you think!”
She blinked curiously, but then nodded, probably having seen much weirder things in her time as a hero agency staffer. She gestured Sero to a cot on the side of the room. “Alright, please sit down, Cellophane. We’ll do a couple quick tests and then get you sorted with the right quirk cancellation.” Her cheeks seemed to heat again as she spoke, but she made good on her promise, disappearing down the hall, calling to someone for quirk testing strips.
Sero hopped up on the cot, swinging those long legs, grinning at you from eye-level, now. “Think I should prank a couple people before they cancel it?”
You rolled your eyes. “Only you would be having fun with this. No one in the world knows who you are!”
The corner of Sero’s mouth pulled wryly. “You do.”
“You don’t know if that could change, dude. Better get it over with before you get stuck as like, Endeavor forever.”
Sero laughed, light and airy. “Shouto wouldn’t hang with me anymore.”
You nodded. “Exactly, and none of the rest of us read the same weird manga you guys are into so you’d be all alone with no one to fanboy about it to.”
The medic returned with a thick silvery strip, pulling on blue nitrile gloves as she did so. Sero held his arm out obligingly, the lean muscle flexing in the fluorescence of the office lighting. She peeled off the backing of the strip, pressing it to Sero’s forearm, pushing it down firmly.
She attached a cable to some screened device, and you listened to the beep of various buttons. Sero watched you over her shoulder, his easy smile still in place.
Finally, the device in the medic’s hand beeped, and she pulled back, announcing somewhat shyly, “An attraction-type quirk.”
You blinked, mystified. A what?
Sero’s grin seemed to freeze on his face, and his thin brows furrowed the tiniest bit.
The medic continued, oblivious. “This quirk creates an illusion. External parties will perceive the affectee with the traits or as the person they are most attracted to.”
Sero’s dark eyes snapped to yours, widening, and you fumbled a step back, almost tripping over yourself. You threw out a hand, barely catching yourself on the counter.
No.
Oh fuck no.
If people were seeing who they were most attracted to…and you had just seen Sero the whole time…
That would mean—that would mean—and he had heard you say—
“Oh my god, I just remembered I have to get back to Mari,” you said, offering Sero a wave of your suddenly numb hand. “Can’t, um, strand her at the desk for too long. I’ll leave you guys to it. Uh, yeah. Thanks–bye!”
You quickly threw yourself out through the door, leaving Sero alone with the medic. You dashed back up the stairwell, your heartbeat shooting into your mouth.
How could this be happening? How unbelievably embarrassing was that? You’d worked so hard to play it cool in front of Sero for all this time, for years, really, and you’d finally just made it to a comfortable place as friends.
And then—and then—some attraction-illusion quirk goes and blows your cover, just like that? For real?
And he’d heard you, too. Heard you say, “Hey, Sero!” as soon as he’d come through the door, before anyone had revealed anything about who else they thought he might be instead. Before you could have possibly had any clue that he’d been quirked.
You could die of mortification.
You shooed Mari and Kimiko away from the desk when you got back, quickly readying your things to get the hell out of the office as soon as your night replacement arrived. You cleaned up all the bi-colored hearts Mari had doodled on every available surface of your desk and refilled the candy bowl Kimiko had apparently seen fit to devastate in your absence, your ears heating with the thought that Sero could catch on now, why you stocked orange candies.
God, could your replacement hurry the fuck up before Sero got back here?
But the night receptionist was predictably late, of course, and by the time you finally saw him badge through the front entrance you could hear quick, booted steps across the tile behind you.
Sero’s voice sounded over the back of your chair, just as a long-fingered hand closed around your wrist.
“Y/N,” he said, his voice more careful than you’d ever heard it. “Still up for that drink? I think maybe we could talk over it.”
The night receptionist nodded at you and Sero as he made his way over, and you gave up your chair to him, collecting your bag with Sero’s warm fingers still clutching your wrist. You slowly worked up the courage to look up at him, face heating as you took in his uncharacteristically intent expression. His face had been cleaned and it looked like some antibiotic had been applied to some of the scrapes along his jaw.
You knew then you’d trapped yourself. Though it was probably also better to get things over with now than avoid the subject forever.
“Okay,” you said, trying to keep your voice normal. “Yeah, let’s talk.”
Sero was the nicest dude ever, you had to remember that. Even when it came down to a rejection, he would still be completely kind and friendly. Probably not too much would change on his end afterwards either. You couldn’t imagine him avoiding you or treating you any differently.
“My place okay?” Sero asked as you shrugged on your bag.
You nodded, and he smiled, nearly as wide and silly as he normally did, tinged with only the slightest bit of shyness.
You’d originally planned to take him out somewhere fun, but this conversation was probably best had in private. And Sero’s place was close, an apartment only a couple blocks’ walk, in a charming little neighborhood fringed by a park and a variety of interesting bars and cafes. Sero chatted away with his usual friendly ease as you walked, still in his shredded hero costume, waving to the couple people that recognized him as you did so.
Your stomach flipped as he opened his front door, gesturing you inside under his arm. He was tall and lanky enough that you fit easily, and you caught a whiff of that minty scent again under all the dust that coated his uniform. You tried not to look too closely at the lines of his bicep as you passed under it.
His apartment was just as you’d remembered it; spacious, casually decorated in neutral tones with splashes of interesting patterns spread across the rug, throw pillows, and his collection of wall hangings. It smelled cottony and clean, and Sero gestured you to his couch as he dumped his helmet and boots in the doorway, shrugging off his shoulder pieces.
“A beer cool?” he asked as he made his way into the kitchen. “I’ve got a couple of good ones.”
“Sounds great,” you told him, listening to the sounds of him cracking the caps.
To your surprise he plopped down on the couch next to you as he came back in, handing you a bottle. It was cold, and your fingers made little prints in the condensation where you touched it.
“So,” he said, turning to you, a sly look in his dark eyes. “You wanna talk about what just happened?”
Your face flamed, and you took a quick sip of your beer to give you time to recover yourself. It was sour on your tongue, a hint of orange peel in its profile.
“No,” you told him honestly, giving him a self-conscious smile, which he returned. “I think it’s pretty clear, actually. You got hit by a quirk that shows people the person they’re most attracted to and I, uh, obviously saw, um, you.”
Sero’s grin pulled wider at the edges, surprising you. If you didn’t know better, you would think he liked hearing that. Although maybe it was a little bit of an ego stroke to hear you were someone’s fantasy man, even if you didn’t return their feelings.
“Not All Might and not Bakugou,” he said, something pleased in his tone.
You blinked at him, disturbed by those insinuations. “Definitely not,” you sniffed. “I am a paragon of taste.”
Sero laughed, his fingers flexing on the side of his beer. Then he took a sip, seeming to contemplate something as he did, and you drew yourself together, preparing for the inevitable. That was definitely a look that said he was thinking hard, probably about the best way to let you down.
But then Sero grinned back down at you, leaning in collusively. “You wanna know something?”
You could feel your brows raise curiously, even as your heartbeat picked up with his proximity. You looked down, then accidentally spied the strips of tanned thigh where his costume had torn, and had to quickly reroute your gaze for fear of staring. “That depends.”
Sero’s grin went even more sly. “I think if you’d been hit with that quirk, I’d have known it was you too.”
Your heartbeat slammed to a halt in your chest. It was only when Sero threw a hand out that you realized you’d lost your grip on your beer, his quick reflexes the only thing saving his carpet. You startled at the sudden move, making a weird arm-flinging motion somewhere between grabbing for your beer and grabbing onto him, ending up accidentally smacking him in the chest instead.
“Fuck, I—sorry!” you garbled out, stunned by his sudden proximity and the fistful of his costume you’d taken. His skin was warm against the side of your hand.
Sero blinked, looking taken aback for a moment. Then he shifted, and you heard the clink of two beers being deposited on his coffee table. You swallowed, unable to look away from him, and you watched his dark eyes rove over your face, before dipping down to stare at something just under your nose.
A shiver prickled up your spine.
“So when you—with the quirk—” you tried, but your brain had gone offline, and the right set of words were not coming to you. “Um, when you say—you would have known—?”
Sero’s grin crept back across his mouth. “I mean that I’d have seen you, because I’ve been wanting to ask you out and trying to figure out if you're into me for months.”
It had to be the shock of this admission that registered you so stupid. “You—months? Try years.”
Sero’s laugh beat back the instant wave of mortification that overcame you in the next second, when you realized what'd you'd just said. You could only smile back helplessly, equally pleased and embarrassed. He looked so good right then, too, grinning toothily, his hair a mess, his costume torn to shreds. He really was the most gorgeous guy you had ever seen, that quirk had totally had your number.
It suddenly dawned on you that you had little else to lose now, with everything out in the open. And when Sero looked like that—sly, pleased, and a little bit of a mess—you thought you were done trying to bury things.
A thrill zinging down your spine, you leaned in and pressed your mouth to his.
He’d been laughing, and you only caught the edge of his mouth, but Sero quickly corrected. You could feel his lips go slack in surprise for a second, and then he was schooling himself and returning your kiss with abandon.
Long fingers came up to take your chin, holding you firmly in place. It was so unexpectedly bold that you shuddered, kissing him harder. Your hand tangled further in the fabric of his costume, gripping onto him for dear life as his tongue met yours, twisting and teasing. It was so like him, the way he kissed. Teasing, playful, easy. Your head spun with how much you liked it.
“Aw fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Sero said, when he finally pulled away far enough to enunciate the words. He shifted against you, putting a large palm against your back, pulling you to him. You followed his guidance, climbing into his lap, chasing his mouth again. You wanted more—more now that you thought you could have it.
“I’ve been wanting—for years—” you said, squeaking in surprise when Sero guided you down onto a strong thigh. It was hard and thick and way too muscular to be allowed, and your breath left you in a harsh hiss. And because this was the most embarrassing day of your life, Sero clocked it immediately, leaning forward in interest.
“You—like that? My—thigh?” he asked curiously.
You could feel your face burning, like someone had just dunked it in a bucket of hot coals. “I–yes. I like everything about you. Including your thighs,” you admitted.
Sero’s hand guided you back down against him, pressing his knee up experimentally. A thrill sang through your veins at the feeling of a piece of him so warm and firm right up against your core. You barely bit back the noise you wanted to make.
“Fuck, this is weirdly hot,” Sero said, leaning in to take your mouth again. You could feel him growing hard against your knee through the fabric of his costume, as his tongue flicked against yours, making your brain go a little woozy.
His arms came around you, holding your waist as he ground his leg up into you, sending a wave of pleasure striking through you like lightning. The moan you’d been trying to hold in finally broke free of you. “Ah—Hanta!”
The sound seem to spark something in him. Sero surged up, his hands making quick work of your shirt as he kissed you, still rocking you against his thigh in a way that made you see stars. You had the wild thought that everything about him was more than you’d ever imagined it would be, from the delicate press of his fingers to the warmth of his thigh to the way the strands of his hair that had escaped brushed across your forehead. Embarrassingly fast, like he knew exactly how to play you, he worked you up to the crest of your pleasure.
You had to put a hand to his chest to stop him.
“Hanta, if you—I’m going to cum if we don’t stop—” you said.
“Oh my god please,” was his only answer, and he pulled you down onto his thigh with renewed vigor. Sparks of pleasure pricked all over your body as he kissed you again, his hands roaming every inch of exposed skin. He left bruising kisses down the side of your throat, fingers playing with your nipples.
Another few rocks into his thigh sent you right over the edge, and he held you against him as you rode it out, squirming against his thigh.
“This is the hottest thing that has ever happened to me,” he said, something in his tone making it clear he was not done with you yet.
He helped you wiggle out of your pants, freeing himself of his own costume, and laid you out over his couch, grinning. He was golden with a fading summer tan, and his smile was so wide and charming and white against the dimming light from the windows. He was gloriously lean, hard with dense, compact stretches of muscle, every single inch of him honed from years of hero work. He was perfect—so stupidly, handsomely, perfect.
Between his thighs, his cock was just as long and lean, heavy and flush with arousal. It made you dizzy to think that this man, who you’d crushed on for so long, wanted you like this—wanted you back in the same way you’d always wanted him. You motioned him closer, too eager now to be self-conscious about it.
Sero laughed, a happy noise. “Fuck, you’re so pretty though.” He stretched out over you, sliding in between your thighs and guiding himself into you. His chest pressed to yours, hot and slick with a light sheen of sweat already, and you hissed with the feeling of him slipping inside you.
You felt drunk with arousal, crazy with want. You clutched him to you as he moved, thrusting carefully at first, as if testing the feeling of you, and then more firmly. You let out soft noises you hadn't meant to, which Sero seemed to appreciate.
“God, look at you. Listen to you,” he said, grinning down at you, his dark eyes tracing over you. “I can’t believe I got hit with that quirk. This is the luckiest day of my life—you’re so cute. So—fuck—so perfect.”
He slid into a frustratingly sedate pace, strokes long and languid, stretching out almost teasingly. You wrapped your legs more tightly around his hips, trying to press him into you, but his smile just widened. He moved leisurely, setting his own pace, just on the wrong side of too slow.
It drove you insane, somehow working you up even faster than if he’d been doing what you wanted. You muffled the sounds of your own moans against his lips, gripping onto those broad shoulders. Sero’s own fingers slid down to your clit, playing with you just as lightly and teasingly as his thrusts.
You could have killed him, but all you could do was hold onto him, slurring his name appreciatively.
He worked you like that for a while, bringing you close but never too close, drawing out the feeling into something warm and fizzy, like soda left in the sun. But eventually the band of his control seemed to snap, and he began thrusting into you harder, faster. Those long, lovely fingers circled your clit with more intent as he did, murmuring a steady stream of praise.
“Please—cum with me,” he panted into your mouth, as his fingers drew ever-tightening circles over you. “I want you to come with me, Y/N. Can you—can you do that?”
You nodded frantically as his thrusts grew faster, sloppier. He was so good inside you, so good over you, his fingers such a delicious pressure against your clit. It only took a few thrusts more, a few strokes of those careful fingers, and then you were squirming against him in earnest, your veins going molten with pleasure.
“Hanta—I’m going to—!”
“Yessss,” he hissed, and then he was orgasming too, spilling out his pleasure inside of you. His hips slapped yours in a stuttering pattern, half-crazed, and you shook against him, gasping. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you crested the wave, until finally—finally you went limp against him, just as his own body relaxed over you.
“I want to be hit with a quirk all the time,” he said, ridiculously.
You couldn’t help but laugh, smiling into his shoulder. “Don’t make a habit of it.”
Sero hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t know. If this is what I get every time, then…” he trailed off, smirking down at you.
“I’m not going to bang you if you’re going to be irresponsible,” you told him.
He perked up, however, those dark eyes peering at you hopefully. “But you’ll bang me otherwise?”
You laughed again, pinching him lightly on the arm where you held him. “What do you think having a crush on you for years means?”
His grin went all sly and pleased again. “Then I’ll have to lock it down, of course. I haven’t spent months wondering just to let you get away. Starting with dinner this evening, maybe. Do you—would dinner be okay?” he asked. The sound of genuine, eager hope in his voice was so gratifying it made you want to kick your legs in the air.
You settled for nodding instead. “Dinner sounds amazing.”
“Then I’ll arrange the finest takeout just for you,” he said, which you knew from experience meant the empanadas place around the corner. You laughed again, feeling full already with the promise of an easy meal, and a relationship to come.
“Whatever you want sounds good to me,” you said, even as he began to slide off of you, helping you up alongside him. “You’ve had a crazy day today, empanadas sound like the perfect cap.”
Sero leaned in, his expression as mischievous and charming as always. “It’s nothing,” he said, even as he carefully held out your shirt to you again, guiding you into it in an unexpectedly gentlemanly move. You let him stuff you into it, laughing, smiling into the kiss he gave you as you emerged.
He winked at you as he found his phone and dialed, smiling as you heard the call connect. “After all, I'm a hero," he said. "And it’s all in a day’s work.”