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gglitch1dd · 5 months

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Angry Dilfs- Midoriya Izuku

Husband Midoriya Izuku x Wifey Reader

Context: Your husband doesn't take lightly to people staring at your ass, especially if it's Bakugou Katsuki.

Warning: Brief SMUT/ Angry sex. It literally lasts like 3 paragraphs, its not that deep, Shouting, TOXIC EX! Bakugou Katsuki, the mention of vasectomies (the horror), Children (the horror x2)

Note: This sort of links to The Contract series that I wrote for Izu.

You leaned back in your chair as everyone laughed around the table. The long dining room table sat big enough to fit your entire family and the Kirishimas who had come over. Your husband sat at the head of the table to your right. He had a resting smile on his face as he looked at the people around you. Your large man, husband of sixteen years, father of five and Number One hero sat with his large figure in his seat, plate long empty as Katsuki told his story. You got up from your seat, moving to take you and your husband’s plate to the kitchen, the kids having gone to play video games or talk amongst themselves, leaving you adults to talk (plus your newborn, Kota who was chewing his hand).

You picked up his plate, instantly taking his attention. You leaned down to him, placing a kiss on his forehead. He moved a hand to your waist. “Want a refill Izu?” You asked softly, motioning to his glass.

He nodded his head with a smile. “That would be wonderful, thank you.” He spoke softly back up to you. You smiled as you moved to the kitchen.

Izuku watched you with a fond smile before turning back to Katsuki. However, the blond hero seemed to have his own crimson gaze following you too. That did not sit well with Izuku. Truth be told, the blond Number two ProHero had been looking at you seconds too long for Izuku’s liking.

Katsuki took a sip of his Manhatten as he leaned back, a chuckle at the back of his throat. “I told her that she should try running after a car going a hundred sixty kilometres an hour and see how she feels.” He jested making the men at the table chuckle.

Eijiro sat beside Katsuki with a smile on his face. He watched as his twelve year old daughter shuffled into the kitchen, her black hair tied down in a braid as she moved to help you in taking care of the dishes.

Katsuki looked to Izuku who had picked up Kota from his high chair and brought him to sit on his lap. The eight month old was a rather happy and giggly baby, never really crying much and had the cutest and roundest freckled cheeks. Katsuki raised an eyebrow at the baby who seemed no infatuated with Izuku’s hand. “So when’s the vasectomy appointment, Deku?” He asked motioning his glass to the green haired man.

Izuku raised an eyebrow with a scoff. “What vasectomy?” He asked.

Katsuki shrugged as he leaned back. Eijiro looked at him uneased, not liking how this might end up going. “I mean you’ve got five kids, don’t you think it’s time you…” He made a scissor motion with his fingers and made snipping noises. The motion made Eijiro shiver at the pure thought of anyone coming near his own pair.

Izuku stared at Katsuki unblinkingly for a moment. Out of pure decency and the fact that he was holding his youngest son with him, he kept his composure. Katsuki had the habit of jesting and poking at Izuku just because he wanted to. Izuku hated it almost as much as he hated the blond himself. He let out a breath as he ran a hand through Kota’s soft green curls. “That’s between me and my wife, Kacchan. If she wants me to do it, I’ll do it.”

“If I want you to do what?” You appeared again, placing down a glass of lemonade in front of Izuku. He never liked to drink whenever the kids were around, even if it was just a glass. If he was going to drink, it would be away from them. You leaned against your husband, your weight barely effecting him at all as you held a warm bottle of milk that you had just warmed up for your youngest son in your other hand, shaking it gently.

Izuku opened his mouth but Katsuki beat him to it. The blond leaned forward with a teasing smirk on his face. “Don’t you think it’s time your husband got a vasectomy?”

Your eyes widened as you turned to look down at Izuku, wondering where that all came from. He sighed as he shrugged, telling you that he didn’t even know where it came from. You turned your head to look back at Katsuki. “Well, I think we will talk about it if that’s how we want to go about doing things.” You worded carefully, not entirely sure what the point of the question was. “Either way, I’m happy with my boys.” You smiled sweetly as you looked down to Kota who was silently staring at Eijiro who was playing peek-a-boo with him, soft giggle escaping his mouth. You picked him up gently, taking his attention making him squeal at the sight of his mother, happy to see you. Bright green eyes holding nothing but happiness and love. You chuckled as you held your little boy in your arms. “My five boys are all I could ever wish for.”

“I��ve given up on having a girl.” Izuku casually stated as he lifted his glass of lemonade up to his lips.

Eijiro chuckled as he scratched the back of his head. “I think I would only ever have girls, if Katsuki-”

“Don’t start with me, Red.” Katsuki dismissed with a hand up and a roll of his eyes. At that, not too far away you heard shouting from the two oldest boys in the house who were shouting about their video game. “Two is enough as is.”

Eijiro stared down at his empty glass, his large hands holding it rather tightly as he kept a smile on his face. “Of course, babe.” He said softer this time, red hair cascading down his shoulders as he stared at his cup. He took a deep breath before looking up with a smile. “Speaking of which, we should get going. It’s getting late.” He puffed out as he stood up in his chair. He looked to you with a grateful smile. “Thank you for the meal, Y/N.”

You smiled. “It’s no problem, Eijiro.”

Eijiro waved to your youngest, making the baby wave a hand back flexing his fingers as his way of saying bye. Eijiro looked to his daughter. “Satomi, sweetheart, say your goodbyes, we’re leaving.” He notified her.

She put down the glass she had rinsed off and looked up with a smile. “Okay, daddy.” She said sweetly as she moved back over to you. “Sorry I couldn’t finish the dishes, but I did most of them. Thank you, it was really nice.”

Satomi was always such a sweetheart, carved from literal gold and gifted from the heavens. She was her father’s little copy and you knew how much she was a light in his life. You put a hand to her face and smiled. “You didn’t have to, Satomi, but thank you. I’ll see you soon, okay?” She nodded her head excitedly and said goodbye to your husband. You turned to look down the hall. “Toshinori! Kane has to go now!”

It took a few seconds before your oldest son who had just turned fourteen appeared, curly green hair mostly hidden under a beanie. “What?” He let out in disappointment. “We were just getting to the good stuff.”

Appearing as well was Kane, thirteen and the splitting image of Katsuki. His puffy blond hair and crimson eyes looked so much like his father, but he had so much softer edges to him than Katsuki. “What!? Can Toshinori and I have a sleepover.” He bargained.

Eijiro chuckled. “On another day, Kane. Not tonight. You can both play video games tomorrow.”

Kane frowned but nodded his head with a grumble, following Toshinori to go pack up their games.

You saw little heads of green hair peaking from the side as well, Toshinori’s three other brothers peaked from over the side, a ten year old, six year old and four year old, giggling with mischief in their eyes. You gave them all a pointed look and motioned up the stairs. “Sprouts! Go get ready for bed.”

They all grumbled, the oldest one of the three of them, ten-year-old Asahi, led his brothers upstairs.

“Kacchan, can I talk to you for a second?” Izuku asked as he stood up, his hands in his pockets. A serious look was on his face as he confronted the blond.

Katsuki rolled his eyes but stood up from the chair he had made himself comfortable in and headed towards the back sliding door that led to the garden outside, following after your large bulky husband. Your eyebrows furrowed in wonder at what they would be talking about but you decided to leave them be. Kota had been drinking from the bottle you had gotten him, safely holding it with his hands as he started to get tired from the long day. You turned to look at Eijiro. “Come, let me get you guys some left over brownies.” You motioned for him to follow you.

Eijiro let out an awkward laugh, his daughter going off to Toshinori and Kane who were still packing up. “You don’t have to, Y/N.”

“Nonsense.” You shook your head. You leaned over closer to him. “Izuku eats too many anyways.” You whispered teasingly.

You handed him Kota making his eyes widen in surprise, but he held the baby properly and supported the bottle that he was drinking from as well. You made swift work of packing a container of brownies that you had baked. Living in a house filled with boys, you had learnt to cook and bake in the masses. You carefully got foil and placed the chocolate brownies in the container. You looked up at Eijiro who looked down at your youngest son with an adoring look. The little one blinking slowly with sleep in his eyes.

You motioned to him. “He really likes you.” You pointed out. “You’re so good with kids, Eijiro. How come you and Katsuki never had more kids?” You asked trying to make sure you weren’t coming off too strong. After you and Izuku had Toshinori, Katsuki and Eijiro got egg doners and a surrogate and managed to have Kane and the next year, Satomi.

Eijiro he looked down at Kota with an easy smile, holding him sweetly as he rocked him in his arms. “Katsuki didn’t see the point in it.” He spoke nonchalantly. “Said too many would get in the way of his career and spot as Number Two. He doesn’t want added pressure I guess.” He shrugged.

You nodded, remembering how serious Katsuki took his career when you both had been dating long ago. Too long ago. But that was in the past. You didn’t say anything more, glancing at Izuku and Katsuki who stood outside, the sliding door closed, blocking any bits of their conversation. However, you could see by their body language that it must have been a heated conversation to say the least.

“What the fuck are you saying, Deku?” Katsuki let out with a harsh crimson glare aimed at the taller man in front of him.

Izuku had his arms folded over his chest as he stared down at Katsuki. Hands gripping his biceps as he frowned at the blond man in front of him. “You heard what I said, Kacchan.” He tried keeping his voice even toned and with less aggression as he could muster. Knowing how Katsuki could get. “I’d appreciate it if you stopped staring at my wife.”

Katsuki scoffed as he rolled his eyes. “And on what basis would you think I would be doing that?”

“On the basis that I have eyes.” Izuku stated plainly. “I’m not ignorant about your feelings to her have not gone away even after the two of you broke up nearly two decades ago. I don’t know what inner complex or feelings you must be going through,” He motioned to the blond man in front of him, his eyebrows furrowed in seriousness. “But I think it’s for the best you keep those in line and in check.”

Katsuki smirked with a tilt of his head, his crimson eyes finding amusement in the situation as he let out a low chuckle. “Or what, Deku?” He asked lowly with a raised eyebrow. “You’re gonna blame a man for having eyes or are you going to blame your wife for having a fat ass?”

Izuku closed his eyes as his fingers dug into his bicep, he took a deep inhale before looking away from Katsuki. “Okay, I think it’s time for you to go, Kacchan.”

“I swear, Deku,” He stepped forward closer to the Number One hero, “Just because you can give her all the sons she wants and all the money in the world doesn’t take away the fact that…” He leaned in close, a smirk on his face and a whisper out of his mouth. “I’ve been in your wife’s pussy before. It doesn’t take away the fact that at one stage she would have been in the exact same position she’s in now but instead she would be Mrs Bakugou and she’d be having my blond brats instead. So why don’t you stop your high horse because you were lucky to wind up with her, and leave me be.”

The blond stepped back as he moved to leave Izuku outside, heading back inside the Midoriya residence. Katsuki smirked as he moved over to where everyone had now moved to the entrance hall, making their way outside. You held Kota in your arms as you allowed Eijiro, Kane and Satomi outside.

Katsuki smirked as he walked over to you, his hands in his jacket. “You take care now, Y/N.” Katsuki kept his eyes on you with that deep intense gaze.

“You too, Katsuki.” You nodded with a pleasant smile, ignoring his eyes racking over your figure as he stepped to leave outside.

You felt Toshinori step closer to you. Your son having a tense smile as he moved to hold the door. “Goodbye Uncle Kacchan.” He dismissed.

Katsuki scoffed as he looked the boy up and down. He rolled his eyes as he moved over to his Audi. “Midoriyas.” He shook his head.

Toshinori’s face dropped as he glared for a second before closing the door rather. He shook his head with a frown. “Uncle Kacchan is weird.” He stated simply making you chuckle. Toshinori had been getting taller and taller everyday and you were just waiting for the day he would surpass you, already nearly being your height.

You nudged him softly. “You heading to your room?”

He nodded his head. “Yah. Training with dad this morning made me kind of drained.” He explained.

Toshinori had received One for All from Izuku, having been born quirkless and was slowly being trained in dealing with the powerful quirk he now had. One for all was a strange thing, as Toshinori inherited it, it never diminished Izuku’s own power either. Having two holders of such a powerful quirk was something you knew the Commission seemed more than excited to explore once your son hit UA. But you were just glad he was managing the new quirk so well and he hadn’t gotten seriously hurt.

You nodded your head. “Alright, you head to bed. I’m sure you two will be going for another morning jog.”

Toshinori nodded his head, a spark in his bright green eyes at the thought. “Yah! Dad said it would increase my stamina, but honestly I think its also for indurance. Ever since receiving One for All, I noticed the gravity of having to have a lot of energy but also learning to use the energy I have. It’s really interesting actually, especially since I haven’t unlocked all the other quirks yet! I wonder if I’ll be more like dad or grandpa All Might? All the past holders seem really informative but nothing I’ve already received from dad and-” You watched your son drone on a tangent, so passionate about his quirk.

You couldn’t help but smile dearly at your oldest boy. He was so much like his father. You chuckled and nodded. “Alright, alright, Toshi. Just don’t push yourself too hard. You still have time before hitting UA.” You reminded him, pulling on his beanie a bit more. “You head on to bed now.”

He nodded his head and leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Night, Ma.” He whispered closer to you, remembering his little brother who was now passed out in your arms on a milk coma. Toshi turned to look at the sliding door to where his father was.

You turned to look at Izuku who had his back to the door, standing motionless as he looked out at the garden. You put a hand to Toshinori’s shoulder. “I’ll tell him you said goodnight. He’s probably counting the bunnies again.” Toshi nodded his head and left to go upstairs. “Mind checking on your brothers for me?”

“Not at all.” He spoke cheerfully as he left to go upstairs.

You watched him leave to go upstairs before turning to look at your husband. Your eyebrows furrowed in worry, feeling as though something happened when he was talking to Katsuki. However, you knew he needed some time to collect all the millions of thoughts that buzzed around his head.

“Ah! Izuku!” You cried out as his hands gripped your hips. Your ass slapped against his pelvis hard and fast as he slammed you back onto his cock. His grip on you was bruising to say the least, borderline painful but the pleasure was also just as overwhelming.

You hadn’t expected to end up in this position when you had both retired for the evening, you putting down all the boys, making sure they were all in bed and asleep while Izuku insisted on cleaning up downstairs. He was an attentive husband that way. With all the work he did as Number One, he still always put in work in the home and with you and the kids. You felt lucky to have a husband who managed to balance it all like he did.

However, you were surprised to find yourself wrapped up in his arms, pure need and wanting in his intentions. It flattered you to say the least and you took your chance at intimacy with your husband as quickly as you could. That’s how you found yourself face first in your sheets, so glad that your room was soundproofed.

However as much as you loved your husband and how much he filled you up so effortlessly, this was a surprise to you. The aggression he had tonight seemingly came out of nowhere. Now you weren’t totally adverse to how rough he was being, however you had that nibbling feeling inside you that told you that something wasn’t right.

You bit back a moan as you turned to look at him. Your large thick husband seemed deep in his head but also focused as he fucked you. His eyebrows were furrowed and seemed less vocal than normal. That raised enough flags in your head (as well as the bruising you would have on your hips and ass) to tell you that you had to put a pause in things.

“Izuku… Izuku stop.” You let out rather firmly. At your tone of voice, instantly your husband paused. Not even asking or entertaining the thought of pressing on for more sex that could clear his turbulent mind. You looked back at him worriedly. Your husband had never struggled performing in bed, but you knew just how strong his emotions are and how they could effect him.

He let out a low growl. “Shit!” He shouted, pushing himself out of you before letting go of you completely.

You finally relaxed into the sheets for a moment, letting out deep breaths as you tried to collect yourself for a second before turning over to look at your husband. Izuku sat with his head in his hands, turned away from you, his scarred back facing you as he was silent. You bit back the slight discomfort to your sex as you shuffled over to him. “Izuku...” You spoke softly, placing a hand on his back as you sat up. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

He let out a deep breath before standing up and out of bed. “Bakugou Katsuki. That’s what’s fucking wrong.” He let out clearly riled up and angry as he started to pace around the room.

You watched him silently, nodding your head, allowing him the moment to vent. “Okay, what did Katsuki do?” You asked him.

Izuku stopped momentarily to look at you. He motioned to the side. “All night, he had been staring at you like you were some piece of meat on a platter for him to take all for himself. I mean, this isn’t the first time, Y/N.” He told you, green eyebrows furrowed in a mix of anger and confusion. “I mean, I see how he constantly looks at you at Hero Galas, when we meet up with friends, school events, even in our own house! Now I decided to talk to him because I don’t appreciate him staring at my wife like that and he comes back to the fact that he’s still adores you! Telling me all about how he’s been inside you before and how you should be Mrs Bakugou. I told you that he would never move past that.”

You shifted uncomfortably, remembering the drama that had happened long ago when you were once in love with Bakugou Katsuki, only for him to cheat on you with the very same redhead man you had eating at your dining room table tonight as well. It was something you still thought about, but one you had gotten peace with. Mostly because you were happy with Izuku, you were happy with the family you had built based off of something you never thought would give you so much happiness.

However, the thought that Katsuki still thought about you in such a way made you uncomfortable. Of course you couldn’t deny that you and Katsuki had had sex before nor the fact that at some point in your life you did fantasize about being Mrs Bakugou, but not anymore. That was the past.

You nodded your head. “I understand your anger, Izuku. I don’t like it either.”

He motioned to you, relieved and glad that you understood his point. “Thank you.” He let out with a sigh. “I never liked having him here, but because our kids are friends and because I know how hard you have worked to getting peace and harbouring no ill feelings, I didn’t say anything. All I want for you is to be happy even if it means having to deal with Katsuki for a few hours, but…” Izuku stopped as he let out another sigh.

He looked to you and shook his head, completely and utterly at his end when it came to this situation. He looked almost as if he wanted to find another solution than the one he was going to give you but couldn’t see one.

“My love, I…” He paused before looking at you serious and having made up his mind. “I don’t want Bakugou anywhere in this house while he still thinks like this. I don’t feel comfortable with him here. I can’t control outside but in here… I just…”

You nodded your head understanding. You didn’t think it would come to this but you weren’t surprised. “Izuku…” You motioned to the place in bed next to you, tapping it gently with a smile. His shoulders lowered as he walked over to you, slowly before lying down beside you. You smiled at him as you ran a hand through his soft hair. “I agree.” You affirmed, half taking Izuku by surprise. “I will not allow anywhere to make you feel uncomfortable in our own home, no matter who they are. I don’t feel comfortable either so it’s okay. This is our home and we get to decide who we let inside and out of it. I respect and understand your feelings.”

Izuku closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. He rested his head on top of yours. “What about the kids?” He sighed. “I don’t want this to effect them.”

You smiled, glad that he was thinking about them. “I don’t think the younger ones care all that much. But with Toshi…” You lifted your head from off his chest and looked up at him. “Izuku, he praises the ground you walk on. Your son idolises you and he isn’t stupid either. He notices things and understands them. He’s a lot like you.” You teased with a smile. “I think if he asks, just sit down and talk to him. This is a good lesson that sometimes even if they are your friends, if they make you uncomfortable, you shouldn’t allow them into your space. He’ll understand, he listens to you.”

He nodded his head as he stared down at you. He gave you a gentle smile and put a hand to your face. You smiled, seeing those clear eyes again. “Thank you, love.” He whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry if I was rough with you. I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.”

“Izuku, it’s fine.” You shrugged it off, moving to cuddle in to him closer. “We don’t need sex to make each other feel better or at all. This,” you squeezed him tighter, earning a chuckle as he held you in his big warm arms. You leaned your head against his chest hearing his heartbeat. “This with you… in my husband’s arms like this, is much more intimate than anything else.”

He hummed, glad to hear it from you. “Hey Y/N…”

“Yah?”

“I love you.”

You smiled. “I love you too, Izuku.”

-Glitch1d

[Angry Dilfs- Katsuki Bakugou]

[Angry Dilfs- Kirishima Eijiro]

Next we have Eijiro!!

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kitthepurplepotato · 2 months

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Chapter 17 - Drama in the air ✈️

Winter wonderland #1

Summary: The gang makes their way to the Winter Cabins. Somehow, everyone is grumpy today. Also, why does Rody and Katsuki hate each other?!

Warnings: Swear words, a tiny bit suggestive, a lot of tension for some weird reason.

Second warning: the “Winter Wonderland” storyline will contain other background relationships (Kirishima x Bakugou, Tamaki x Mirio, Kaminari x Shinsou, Todoroki x Yaomomo) and NSFW stuff (NOT with them. Khm), but I’ll leave a warning before it happens! This chapter is safe!)

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“Welcome aboard, my friends!” Rody’s voice comes through the speakers. “I’ll do my best to not drop you all into the ocean!”

“I want to go home.” Tamaki whimpers with his face hidden in his best friend’s neck, who’s wearing a plain T-shirt with “emotional support animal” written on the front. You can’t help but giggle. That guy looks like he knows how to have fun.

“Are you getting off on being an asshole?” Katsuki yells towards the front, annoyed. Izuku sighs next to you.

“Guys, can you just get along? I still don’t understand why are you so mean to him, Kacchan. You frowned at him back then, too.”

“Hey, the guy literally just made the octopus-chicken EMO guy cry and I’m the asshole?” Katsuki retorts. “Look at him! He’s about to hyperventilate!”

“… and calling him an octopus-chicken is better? “ Shouto adds.

“That’s a fair point, Blasty.�� Kaminari chimes in, too.

“What a loud bunch! I like that! And to answer your question, I do not get off on being an asshole. I leave that little kink to you, brother.”

“Oh you are so fucking dead.” Katsuki stands up, palm making tiny explosions. Eijirou tries his best to sit him back down and you swear Tamaki’s soul just left his body for a second.

“I miss home. Can we go back? I can float us.” Izuku whispers into your ear.

“I don’t think we can open the door without crushing everyone thanks to the pressure up here.” You whisper back.

“Bummer.” He sighs again, clearly overwhelmed by all the loudness after being home for so long.

“Think about the cabin, though. We will have a fireplace, a nice cozy bed… we can keep each other warm during the night…” your palm on Izuku’s thigh slowly creeps further, caressing his inner thigh and Izuku almost chokes on his saliva, his face as red as a lobster’s.

“Oh my god, respectfully, can you not eye-fuck each other while I’m risking my life to keep this plane afloat?!” Kirishima moans with a blush on his face.

“Bro, they’ve been together in the same house for weeks yet they still can’t keep their hands off each other. I want that.” Kaminari adds longingly.

“Find yourself a horny little girlfriend then.” Shinsou pouts, staring out of the window. For everyone’s surprise, Kaminari doesn’t say anything back just sighs with a lovelorn expression.

“Okay, let’s leave all the baggage in the baggage compartment, this is a fun trip!” Rody’s head pops our from the front and everyone screams in unison.

“KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!”

“There is no road. Just clouds… ahh, nevermind. “

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“Time to change into something warm, guys! We are approaching our main destination!” Rody’s voice comes through the speakers once again.

You look out of the window right away and you can’t believe what you are seeing; there is a small island right under the plane, covered in white and there is fresh snow falling from the sky, but only around the island, which makes it look like it’s a giant snow globe. It’s absolutely magical.

“Wow.” Katsuki stares out of the window with childish glee. Izuku looks at him with nothing but fondness, probably remembering their childhood when Katsuki’s gaze was constantly this pure. “Look at those mountains, Ei.” Katsuki mutters dreamily, completely fascinated as the island comes closer and closer, revealing more and more about itself as the plane approaches the land.

“You wanna climb that massive one, don’t you?” Eijirou snickers with his head resting on Katsuki’s shoulder. They are so fucking adorable, goddamit!

“Duh.” Katsuki snickers back proudly.

“Fuck, I forgot that it’s gonna be winter!” Kaminari freaks out. The guy is wearing a single leather jacket. You can’t help but sigh.

“Well, luckily for you, your boring ass roommate didn’t.” Shinsou murmurs under his nose, rummaging in his massive backpack as he speaks. After a few seconds, he takes out a winter coat and drops it on Kaminari’s head.

“Oh my god, I love you.” Kaminari goes for a hug with the coat still on his head. Tamaki giggles.

“Oh my god, Katsuki, he laughed! He’s not terrified of us!” Eijirou mutters, swiping a stray tear off his face.

“I mean, Denki is so dumb it’s literally impossible to be scared of him. I mean look at his face. Oh wait, you can’t see it. But you know what I mean.”

You really feel like you shouldn’t be listening in right now. Katsuki is so serene it feels like this version of him is reserved for Eijirou and Eijirou only.

“Sweets, look! You can see the cabins from here. On the top of that mountain!” Izuku steals your attention away by nuzzling into your neck, his finger pointing at the window. “Look, they have an onsen as well! By the look of it, every cabin comes with one…” He smiles knowingly. You can’t help but blush.

“Izu, behave yourself.”

“Hey, I’m on a holiday! I’m happy. Let me have this.” His sad smile shots an arrow through your heart. Fuck, you are such an idiot.

“Sorry. It’s just… I’m more excited about the massive fireplace. I hope there is fluffy rug in front of it. Like in the movies, you know.” Your blush can not be more obvious at this point, but you don’t care; by the look of it, everyone is too busy staring out the window to listen to your conversation anyway.

“If not, we can put some blankets down. Or I can just bring the mattress out. With black whip, of course.”

You can’t get over Izuku’s lovesick face and you never will. You still can’t believe you are the one who makes him look like that. He’s so handsome, but also so adorable, so sexy but so sweet, just the perfect combination of them all.

“I love you so much.” You mumble out loudly and Izuku shines brighter than thousand suns.

“I love you more.”

“Don’t start!” You giggle as the plane starts its landing.

“We are about to land! Buckle up, buddies! Don’t forget to clap later on!” Rody announces excitedly.

“What kind of idiot asks for people to clap? Now you ruined it!” Katsuki yells back and the bickering starts again.

“It was so peaceful…” Eijirou sighs, clearly given up.

“Well, if everything would be perfect it wouldn’t really feel real. But this does.” You smile at Eijirou who smiles back knowingly.

“I weirdly know what you mean.”

~•🥦•~

“Wow.” Tamaki is the first one to make a comment about the mesmerizing sight in front of you; you landed on a big chunk of concrete in the middle of a small hill; yes, you heard it right, that’s what these people call an airport apparently; and you can see most of the island from this point. There are cute shopping streets and pretty, modern buildings on your right side then you see some residential houses on the left side, quite far away from the main area of the city (the island is one city, or at least that’s what you’ve been told) then you have a bunch of mountains with small cabins scattered around one of them, then there is a massive mountain, so high you beg whoever is up there that the boys won’t want to climb to the top of it, because you definitely fucking can’t. By the look of it, there is heavy snow in the mountain area and a light one around the city center. Needless to say it’s really cold but the view warms your heart enough to not feel the chill that much.

“Welcome!” Rody climbs out of the plane, cracking his bones dramatically, his actions followed by an even more dramatic sigh. “The owners of the Island are waiting for us in that park there, so I’ll leave the explanations to them. It’s a good starting point as you have the shopping center and the massive grocery store close by, so we’ll be able to get some grub before making our way to the cabins.” And indeed, there is a cute park right between the shopping and the residential area. It’s quite far away but you knew what you are getting into when you said yes to another “camping trip”, so you just take a deep breath and pray to be strong enough to be able to get down there then up the MOUNTAIN (!), because by the look of it, there are no cabins anywhere else so that means you’ll need to do another hike to be able to get to your accommodation.

“Why do I feel like there is no bus to the cabins?” Kaminari mutters tiredly.

“Your lazy ass should’ve said yes to this trip if you can handle it, Pikachu.” Katsuki rolls his eyes annoyedly. “Bus? To the mountains? I would ruin the fun part.”

“Sorry, someone actually wanted to rest on their holiday.”

“When was the last time you got laid, Kaminari?” Katsuki retorts, clearly trying his best to shut his trap but this is Bakugou Katsuki. He just… can’t.

“When was the last time you got laid, Bakugou? You seem quite grumpy as well.” Rody tries to “help”, but needless to say that comment angers Katsuki to no end.

“You really don’t want an answer for that, Rody.” Eijirou laughs, scratching the back of his head, embarrassed.

“This morning, fucker.” Katsuki answers anyway and everyone who doesn’t know about Katsuki’s fiancé gawks in the background.

“Wow.” Rody is clearly rendered speechless. To be fair, you are not surprised.

“Fuckface.” Katsuki mutters under his nose and makes his way down the hill, taking Eijirou with him.

“Sorry man, I was just joking! I’ll be nice! Please tell me more about this girl…” Rody tries to get out of the awkward conversation, but he only makes it more awkward.

“Girl? Huh. That’s the kind of guy you are? What will your next comment be? “Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve?””

“Okay, guys, there is no need for this! I’m quite sure he didn’t mean any harm.” Mirio tries to butt in. “Love is love, it doesn’t matter what shape it comes in. Thank you for telling us about your boyfriend, Katsuki, I’m really proud of you!”

“Fiancé.” Katsuki mutters under his nose, with a slight blush on his face.

“Okay, I feel like my friendly teasing is not really working with you, Bakugou. I am not homophobic. I’m sorry for assuming your sexuality. You just don’t look gay to me.”

“Oh, sorry, I’ll take my rainbow colored feather scarf out of my bag quickly, what the fuck?!”

“Kats, he has a point. We look extremely… heterosexual.” Eijirou adds.

“Second that.” Kaminari butts in.

“Sexuality has nothing to do with looks or behavior, but I feel like conversation is getting out of hand so please, let’s just… let this one go, Bakugou, my friend. I repeat, he meant no harm.” Mirio decides to end the drama; Tamaki is not having a great time, clearly shaking from the stress.

“You two are my best friends, can you please get along?” Izuku sighs, exasperated.

“I’ll behave.” Rody sighs as well. Katsuki doesn’t say anything just makes his way down once again.

“I wanna go home.” Tamaki mutters into Mirio’s ear who only taps the guy’s shoulder a few times to calm him down.

“Trust me, by the end of this trip they will be best buddies.”

Hm. You certainly doubt that.

~•🥦•~

“Welcome to my Island, young folks!” An old man and an old woman comes up to you guys once you reach the park Rody was talking about.

“Always so modest.” The old woman rolls her eyes at the man next to her, trying her best to keep her smile in place. “Welcome, young heroes! We are absolutely thrilled to have you here. We might not live in Japan, but we know all about your work! Your friend here is more than keen on boasting about his bestie, Deku! The whole village is a fan of you guys, so please be nice if they want a picture! We don’t really have heroes here so… you know. We see a lot of stupid celebrities here but not ones we actually respect, so…”

“I like this hag.” Katsuki adds. The death stare he gets from the woman is worth every penny.

“Hag is a good thing in Katsuki-language. He calls his mother a hag too and trust me, he loves her so much. Absolute mama’s boy he is.” Eijirou tries to save the day.

“I ain’t a mama’s boy, what the fuck?!”

The old man cleans his throat.

“I guess you have a lot of questions about this island, but before you fire away, please let me give you a brief introduction.” The old man says proudly. “This Island is the most expensive tourist destination in the area, mostly, because you can only come here by a private jet. I’ve been trying to get an actual airport here, but the island is so small they don’t want to spend the money on it, so yeah. Most of our customers are celebrities, millionaires, musicians who are supposed to be dead but actually, they are not… uhm… Nevermind. There are only a few hundred people living here, mostly the owners of the restaurants, stores and other staff members. This island has three parts; you have the residential area, the tourist area and “winter wonderland”, up in the mountains. That’s where you guys will be staying.” The man grins. “The tourist area is for the people who come here to rest while “winter wonderland” is for the adventurous folk. This bit around us is for the people who enjoy window shopping and walking around the city, it has several shops, live entertainment, amazing restaurants, several 5 star hotels with saunas, onsens, indoor pools and a lot of cute stuff. The “winter wonderland” area on the other hand is… well…” the man laughs. “First of all, you’ll need to climb up that hill to access your lodge. There are no roads to go up by a car, but trust me, the view will worth all that sweat. It’s also a good starting point if you want to climb the big mountain! If you like hiking, you’ll love this place. You can also order food and goodies from the iPad inside your lodge! We have a few guys with flying quirks who can easily deliver to the area! I must warn you, there is quite a lot of wildlife up there so don’t freak out if you hear noises coming from the forest. We try to feed them as much as we can so they don’t eat our customers, but…”

“Robert, what the fuck.” The old woman sighs, but then she looks at Katsuki’s sparkling eyes and starts laughing. “Looks like that youngster likes dangerous things.”

“I mean, we are heroes. We life for the thrill.” Eijirou grins. On the other hand, Izuku looks like he’s about to throw up.

“Can I stay down here with Sweet Pea, then? I don’t want her to get eaten by wolves.”

The old woman laughs.

“Oh, honey, my husband is just being silly, those animals are lovely. Even the wolves. I stayed up there myself when I was younger and I’m quirkless.”

“Ahh, the good old days! Do you remember when Lady Arianne ate from your hands? Such a huge beast she was, yet she never even barked at you.” Robert looks at his wife with a fond look on his face.

“I miss her.” The woman sighs.

“So why is it winter up here?” Kaminari asks the million dollar question, clearly too impatient to wait.

“That’s my quirk!” The old man grins. “I can change the weather. Permanently. It took me several years to get a yes from the government and I had to buy a whole island to be able to do so but I made it!”

“I thought he’s joking when he said he’ll buy an island one day.” Robert’s wife giggles. “He’s a madman.”

“How do you know Rody?” Izuku barges in, finally looking less constipated.

“Oh! This is my father and mother in law!” Rody grins giddily while the two sigh exasperatedly.

“No, we are not. You are not married to our daughter. I told you to stop spewing bullshit, son.”

“You just called me your son!”

“Fuck.”

“Like mother like daughter, of course she also had to find a madman.” The old woman sighs again with a fond smile on her face.

“You see? I’m a perfect addition to this family. Plus, I’m helping you with customers. I’m super useful! And I bring her over all the time, so really, you should thank me for being able to see her so much!”

“Okay, Rody, now shut the fuck up and lead the way before it gets dark.” Robert taps Rody’s back a few times and makes his way towards the nearest pub that has his face on the logo. “If you have any questions, ask Rody or call us. My throat got dry from all the talking.” He dismisses everyone and for a few seconds there’s only an awkward silence as everyone tries to comprehend all the information they’ve got.

“Okay friends, let’s do some grocery shopping before we go up, okay?” Mirio jumps into the air excitedly, pulling Tamaki with him towards the nearest supermarket.

“Yup! Let’s go!” Eijirou follows like a good puppy and everyone makes their way after them except…

“Izuku?”

“Just go with the others, I just. Want to… look around alone a bit.”

Your heart skips a beat. Is he… not happy? Did you do something wrong? Was that little mess up in the plane enough for him to loose himself in his negative thoughts? Fuck. Fuck.

You can’t help but spiral. You really want him to have fun. You really want to see him smile. You just want him to be the happiest nerd in the whole wide world but somehow, you feel like you are the reason he can’t chill right now. Is it because you are weak? Is he still worried about the beasts?

“Stop overthinking. That’s my job.” Izuku giggles and leaves tiny kisses on your cheeks. “I’ll be fine. Now go. Enjoy their company because I will steal you as soon as we get our cabin key.”

You try to believe him. You must. He’s smiling and he looks happy and it doesn’t look forced.

“Are you sure? You really freaked out when Robert said…”

“Sweet Pea…” Izuku jumps into your words, pulling you closer as he speaks. “Yes, I freaked out but then I remembered who are you with. These guys are the top heroes of our country. I might be injured, but I can take care of any danger with black whip if I need to. I just had a moment, that’s all. Go.” Izuku leaves one last kiss on your mouth and makes his way towards the small, cute shopping street on the other side.

“See you here in an hour?” You yell after him, and Izuku smiles.

“Yes. Pinky promise.”

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Sorry if the chapter feels dry, but I had to give you a lot of information about the island otherwise you would have been like “okay what the fuck how.” 😂

- So what can be Deku’s problem? Tell me your opinions!

- Also, feel free to ask questions, but before you do:

Katsuki and Rody’s hate for each other will be explained in the next chapter

The reason why Rody’s girlfriend works so hard while her parents are millionaires will also be explained eventually!

- oh, and this is for those who doesn’t like all the other ships in the story: well, I’m sorry, but this is my story and I wanted to do more than just write a character x reader story so uhm… deal with it? Ignore it? Be nice? I would also like to add that I’m an absolute multi shipper so even though I usually write with KiriBaku, I’m an absolute Bakudeku lover as well, so… yeah. All your ships are welcome here. Like, I totally ship Kaminari and Jirou and I’ll be so mad if they won’t be canon. 😂

- On a more personal note: I’ve been feeling like shit mentally for the last few days so if I’m ever late with some chapters, I’m sorry. I’m trying to write every time I feel relatively okay, I still can’t believe I managed to finish this as I was about to make a post about this being delayed so yeah, be patient with me. It’s hard to write about fluff and happiness when you feel anything but that. 😂 but oh well, real life sucks am I right?

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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♡︎𝐕𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚♡︎

Day 19 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Izuku is just a little disappointed that you broke his promise to not touch yourself, but that doesn't mean he wasn't happy watching.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help, be sure to give 'em a follow!

551 words.

It's not like you knew he was watching. You didn't even know he was back. Sure, you should've kept the promise that you made to him, but it was just too damn hard.

He had made you promise not to touch yourself.

But he had also sent you pictures of himself every day. Pictures of him working out, meeting other famous heroes that he had fanboyed about... You feel selfish for wishing that he hadn't left for another country for this urgent mission. He must be having so much fun right now.

Unbeknownst to you, he is.

He had wanted to come home early and surprise you, so he took extra care to scout the house and make sure he wouldn't be spotted coming in. He had even left his luggage out in the car so he wouldn't have to fuck around with it.

Only, he was the one who got the surprise. The door was opened just a crack as he went to investigate what was happening. Apparently, since you're 'home alone' you would be as loud as you wanted.

He already knew what was happening even without having to look, being very... Well aversed with the sound of your moans. He was just curious. He had faith that you wouldn't ever be cheating on him, so he's disappointed in you for breaking your promise.

He also wanted to see what you looked like while breaking that promise for... Research purposes.

So, he stands with his arms crossed, the muscles in his forearms bulging and his biceps sturdy in that skin tight shirt you always love to see him in. His stance is assertive and radiates an air of superiority that he doesn't quite own up to while he watches you rub your clit with glistening, slick-coated fingers. How interesting.

You were so, so close to your orgasm when the life is frightened out of you. The door is finally opened fully as your husband knocks on the door with a blush, seemingly hypnotised by the sight of you. As dominant as he can be, he had never stopped being blushy and bashful when he saw you naked like this. Not that he got to stare for very long, anyway, since you had just practically torn the sheets to pull them over you so quickly.

You cover your body, embarrassed and confused, but happy nonetheless. Your husband is back, even if he's a dirty little voyeur.

"I- Izuku?-... I thought... -tomorrow?..."

Surely you hadn't gotten the dates wrong, you had been looking forward to tomorrow since the minute he left, you would've noticed the dates...

"I wanted to surprise my wife, is that not allowed?..."

You're not really in a place to squint at his sass-filled reply, but you do anyway.

"I just didn't realise that you were busy. -Busy, breaking your promise."

Okay, now you feel bad.

"Look- I just missed you- and you looked so good in those photos- I- I just couldn't take it anymore babe-... I missed you."

This is when he melts. How could he be mad at you for this? Besides, he sent those particular photos on purpose. He could deny that this was his plan to get his fill of you as "punishment" all day and night, but he would be a liar.

◃ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 ▹

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mudhamster · 5 months

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Can he woo him with niceties?

30. November

Izuku stares at the small jar between his sweaty hands. It was filled with twenty-four small, rolled up pieces of paper. A calendar. Handmade. For Kacchan.

Initially, he had simply scribbled pleasantries on them. A kind gesture between friends. Good friends. Friends who are cool with each other as long as there are other people in the room. Friends who get along perfectly until they are left alone somewhere. But then...came the overwhelming desire for more. For some kind of clarity. For closure.

It's been years now. Years. Years in which he has streamlined his admiration for Kacchan and crushed it every chance he got, every time it got too big in his head, every time it got so intense that it made him almost brave and way too stupid. He feels like floating on waves of hope and terror as soon as Kacchan looked at him for a second too long. And he did. Often. It was horror. Emotional torture. For years.

But it wouldn't go on for another year.

Approaching Kacchan face to face with the 'issue' was out of the question. A no-go, his head, stomach and heart would instantly combust if Kacchan would just look at him, the moment Izuku confronted him with this plan whirling in his mind.

But with this jar full of possibilities... it offers the perfect opportunity to finally... FINALLY close the loop.

Now is the best time of the year to do it, because there comes a day for everyone when it's time to go home and celebrate Christmas. Time to fill the belly with pot roast and the head with carols and ideas for the future.

Sighing softly, he ran his index finger through the colorful scraps of paper. He wanted to do this. He really did. But it scared the hell out of him.

His original idea to gift Kacchan a nice little calendar had turned into a subtle plan to woo the other. He had crumpled up some of the harmless slips of paper and replaced them. Some of the notes were now of a more daring nature. The note with 'Hug', for example. If Kacchan drew it too early, it could ruin everything.

And the note for the 24th ... well, Kacchan was only allowed to open it after all the others had been used. Because on the last note, Izuku had finally thrown caution to the wind. It was all or nothing at Christmas, IF Kacchan used all the other 23 notes.

This was the only way he would survive the opening of this particular note. It was pure tactics. Assuming that he and Kacchan had already failed in the attempt to hug (and let's be honest: he does), Kacchan could simply let the 24th note go up in flames and both of them would still have enough dignity left to overlook this desperate attempt to get closer next year.

With a final prayer to the All Might, who looked down on him from his wall in poster form, he picked up the jar and left his room.

He knocks, twice, lowers his hand and steps back. The glass mists between his fingers, the skin between his shoulder blades damp. He is so nervous that he has to actively remind himself to breathe. To relax his face, to keep his shoulders from hunching under his ears. To appear relaxed.

Behind the door, he heard the creak of a desk chair and took a breath so quickly that black spots crossed his vision. Shifting his weight, Izuku raised the glass to his chest with both hands and forced himself to smile. Except... Kacchan hated fake smiles. The corners of his mouth turned down within a second. Footsteps could be heard. His little finger slipped off the glass. "Crap," he gasped, lowering the glass to his stomach and hastily wiping it dry on his sweater. One of the slips fell out.

"C-crap!"

He crouches, his knee barely touching the floor, as the door jerks open. A pair of black socks steps up to the threshold, the silence filled with so much unspoken dialogue that Izuku already knew how Kacchan was looking at him before he even turned his head.

The blond skipped his What the hell? and Izuku skipped his apology.

Instead, he picked up the small piece of green paper from the ground, threw it into the glass with the others and straightened up.

"This," he holds out his hands with the glass, "is for you."

Red eyes, narrowed in skepticism and annoyance, sink down to his hands over his insecure grin. Izuku follows his gaze.

To the jar of niceties.

The jar of risks.

If he gripped it any tighter, the glass would shatter. Now or never.

If Katsuki took it now, he would have no chance to change what would happen next. Licking his lips, he nodded encouragingly, "It's a calendar."

Murmuring something that sounded very much like "For what?", Katsuki simply took the jar from his hands, shook it and looked into it with irritation. "What are these notes?"

Izuku's heart stuttered heavily, for the jar had finally left his possession and his fate had taken an inevitable direction, the outcome of which suddenly seemed to him as if he were sailing without sails on an endless ocean, on whose horizon heavy storm clouds were already gathering, which his naked boat would surely...

"Deku"

His thought snapped and he jumped. What was the question? He stared back at the glass, searching for words that weren't 90% cheesy, then squeaked, "Niceties.”

Katsuki's eyes narrowed even more, even though he hadn't thought it possible, and before Izuku understood what was happening, he pulled out one of the pieces. He tucked the glass under his arm and was about to unfold the note when Izuku's brain caught up with him.

"Don't!" he shouts, "Not yet!" he grabbed Kacchan's hand, clutching warm fingers and the note and looking up with a pounding heart, "It's a calendar, Kacchan! You don't open the first drawing until tomorrow. Not - not today."

"And who's gonna stop me, huh?" he grunts and jerks his hand free, "You?"

The thought of taking the glass back from him pops into his head. He is at a loss for words. How could he make Kacchan wait until tomorrow? Should he appeal to his honor? His dignity? Kacchan's manners?

"Just please ...don't."

As always, pleading with the blonde was like a squirt of lemon in the eye. Kacchan winced and almost reluctantly put the note back into the glass, giving Izuku, who was still standing in the hallway, a last, deeply irritated look.

"Thanks or whatever."

And well. With that, the jar was indeed handed over. Ugh. Just like that.

Izuku takes a last breathless look at Kacchan's hands, in which the glass seems to be even smaller than in his own, before the door slams shut in his face.

"Good night Kacchan," he whispers, his nerves fraying faster than the fastest cycle of a washing machine, as he heads back to his own room.

The calendar for spoiler immune folks:

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miksy63 · 7 months

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Boyfie

18+ MDNI

Tooth-rotting fluff, Izuku is a giver, Izuku x fem reader

Warnings: soft smut, slight dumification (I think)

Thinking about Deku in his mid-twenties…

Deku who still can’t believe he’s made it as a hero and now has more money than he knows what to do with. He spoils you rotten, using his money to buy you clothes, shoes and anything your little heart desires. You’re his pretty little girlfriend and anything you want, you’ll get.

He can’t help but stare at you on the dance floor, watching with a lovesick gaze as he gushes drunkenly to his friends. Not caring that his buddies poke fun at his rambling, all he can think is “I’m so lucky” “She makes me so happy” “Isn’t she beautiful Kacchan??”. Bakugou almost left the bar early just to escape the damn nerd’s constant chatter about you. Sometimes he would even joke that you had his friend under some kind of spell. Bakugou didn’t know how right he was to think that.

The delicate way you hold him and caress his scarred hands, letting him nuzzle into your chest after a long day patrolling and saving countless lives. He loves how you gently clean his scars and massage his sore muscles, and your poor attempts at hiding the worry that one day he might come back with more than a few scars, or that he might not come back at all.

Deku hates worrying you, his baby, his everything, his princess. Everything about you has him falling deeper under your spell.

But what charms him the most about you is how good you are for him, the way you let him spread you open and bully his way inside your plush heat. He groans, pressing into you with his weight and making your body heat up when he draws circles into your clit. Fucking you so good, making your mind hazy, “just relax honey, it’s okay”, he pounds into you so hard, only focused on making you feel good.

Gazing into your eyes with so much love it’s overwhelming “let me take care of you baby” you let him love you just the way he likes. All you can do is let out small moans and whimpers “l-love you…Izu, please”. He loves it when you’re like this, his adorable sweetheart crying out for her “Zuku”, begging him to take care of her, to love her. And who is he to deny you? Not when you beg so nicely, your soft lips curling sweetly as you quiver and shake under him.

Deku who, after he’s filled you up, his cum slowly leaking down your thighs and your pussy shaking, pampers you. He effortlessly lifts your body to set you on top of his chest, stroking your back and waiting patiently for you to come back to him. “My pretty girl…so good f’me” he praises you endlessly, whispering words like silk in your ear. He rubs your whole body down in the shower, caressing you delicately and massaging your favourite lotion into your skin afterwards. His strong arms carry you, now clean and dressed in one of his t-shirts back to the bed, setting you down carefully.

Deku who curls his massive body around your smaller one, burying you in his chest, softly kissing your forehead as you fall asleep, promising to always be there, to be your hero. No matter what, he’ll always spoil his baby, because in his eyes, nothing he gives you could ever be enough to repay the gift of your love that is sweet and pure, the little things that make his eyes sparkle with the brightest smile. Deku who's under your spell and hopes you never let go.

Just Deku who’s so boyfriend-shaped…

This is my first time writing smut and I think it's right that I tried with Deku.

I'm also surprised that I don't completely hate it lol. <3

#deku <3 #izu<3 #mha #soft izuku #boink ;)#izuku x fem!reader #fluff #mika writes

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kewltie · 7 months

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[Season 1 - complete ] (That this might've) shook the love from me

01.

"Don't freak out," Uraraka warns.

Katsuki snorts as he pushes pass her, but his steps are halted when he's greeted with the sight of a ghost.

"Kacchan!" Izuku's face lights up. He looks just as young and beautiful as the day he'd left Katsuki. Time hasn't touched him in ten years.

02.

"It's Midoriya's death anniversary," Eijirou says. "I just don't want you be alone today, bro."

Katsuki sneers. "I'm fine."

His vice of choice hasn't ever been alcohol or drugs, but lives in the memory of a green-eyed boy, stuck forever at nineteen and haunting Katsuki ever since.

03.

"Is—" Izuku swallows. "Is Kacchan okay?" The moment Katsuki had lay eyes on him, his face twisted into something awful before he’d wrenched it away and stormed out.

"He just need some time." Ochako smiles, soft and wistful. "We'd called him here when he was visiting your grave."

04.

"He'll need time to acclimate to everything, but till then he can stay with us," says Uraraka.

"No," Katsuki asserts, hands clenching at his side. Even if this is all dream, his own delusion, he's not letting Izuku out of his sight again this time. "Deku's coming home with me."

05.

Izuku's eyes scans across the room. Numerous accolades lined the wall, but not a single touch of Katsuki can be seen. It feels impersonal. Cold. Like a tomb rather than a home.

"Do you live here alone?" he asks.

Katsuki stares at him coolly. "Would you rather I have someone?"

06.

"Kacchan?" a hesitant voice calls out.

He stops cutting the chives and looks up to see Izuku in front of him, standing there nervously in his clothes. It hangs loosely, easily swamping his figure.

"Do you have anything smaller?" he asks, ears red.

Katsuki drops his knife.

07.

Izuku lost ten years of what could have been his life in a moment of carelessness. It leaves him unmoored.

"Stop thinking and eat your damn food," Katsuki orders with a scowl.

"Y-yes!" He looks down at his bowl and there's now a slice of pork cutlet placed on top of the rice for him. Oh.

08.

He knows Kacchan, but he doesn't know this older and more subdued version of Katsuki, who can barely stand to look at him at times.

The heat from the bath makes his head swim as he sinks deeper into the water and his eyes fall shut. Maybe the next time he opens them, it’ll all be a dream.

09.

Katsuki hauls him out of the bathtub. Dazed, Izuku looks at his pinched face.

"Why didn't you respond when I called you?!" he snarls, but his words are softened up by the way he holds a naked and wet Izuku against his broad chest.

His head swims with a different kind of heat now.

10.

Head still feverish from the bath, Izuku's legs weakens and he stumbles, but Katsuki catches him in time.

"Careful," he scolds.

His hand is fully wrapped around Izuku's wrist. It feels heavy. Large. Encompassing. It been a long time since Katsuki has made him feel this small.

11.

"Dry your hair or you're going to catch a cold," Katsuki says, frowning as Izuku's wet hair drips on his clean shirt.

Izuku smiles softly. "You're different now, yet still the same," he says.

He snorts. "How so."

"You always been considerate of me, but now it's more obvious."

12.

"Can I sleep with you, Kacchan?"

Katsuki snaps his head toward his direction so fast that it almost gives him a whiplash. "What."

Izuku blushes. "I-I don't mean in the same bed." He looks down at his feet. "I just don't want to be alone tonight," he finishes quietly. "So, can I?"

13.

Katsuki stares into the bleak darkness, wondering how the fuck did he get here.

Izuku pokes his head over the edge of the bed. "Are you sure you're okay down there?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm fine," he grits out as the hard floor digs into his aching back.

14.

Katsuki wakes up to an empty bed as a slow, insidious wave of panic starts to settle in. Any trace of Izuku from last night seems to have been scrubbed clean from the entire room. Like he wasn't even there at all. Katsuki had thought he knew despair, but not like this. Not again.

15.

The plate shatters on the floor as he's hauls into Katsuki's arms.

"S-sorry, I was making us breakfast," Izuku says.

He presses his nose into the crook of Izuku's neck and inhales like a drowning man gasping for air. "Don't ever leave my sight again," he says, low and ominous.

16.

"It's maybe a little late, but today would have been three months since we started dating." Izuku smiles sheepishly at the breakfast tray he'd laid out for them. "I wanted to prepare something nice, but I didn't have time so happy anniversary, Kacchan! Sorry, I kept you waiting."

17.

"Katsuki, they said you found him," she says with desperate urgency. "Is he with you?! Please let me see him!"

"Mom?" a familiar voice calls out from behind them.

Inko's eyes widen in recognition as her knees weaken and she slides down to the floor in tearful relief. "My Izuku."

18.

"It's like I can breathe again," Inko murmurs. "I held on for so long and finally I can let go now. He's back." She squeezes him tightly. "You never once gave up on him. Thank you, Katsuki, for believing."

He shudders in her arms and he, too, breathes easily for the first time.

19.

"How was the mother and son's reunion?" Eijirou asks.

"They were blubbering in my living room for the past hour, so I left them alone," Katsuki says dryly. "They're doing okay now."

"And you?"

The nauseating feeling from this morning hasn't gone away. "I'm fine," he lies.

20.

"You have some gray hair," Izuku murmurs, staring at Inko's weathered face. "You look different now."

"Ten years would do that to you." She smiles wistfully. "Your disappearance was tough on us all, so remember to be good to Katsuki, okay? That boy been hurting without you."

21.

"How are you?"

"Why do you keep asking me these stupid questions," he snaps.

"Bakugou, you paid me a lot of money to ask you 'stupid' questions," Dr. Nitta says coolly. "So again, I ask, how are you?"

He grits his teeth before finally saying, "Deku's back, but I can't relax."

22.

"I'm surprised you actually left Midoriya alone," Denki comments. "I’d expected you to hover around him like a helicopter parent."

"Shut up," Katsuki says blandly, and doesn't tell him about the surveillance on his phone which would show Izuku combing through his bookshelf right now.

23.

Izuku pulls out another book on quirk theory among the many that lined Katsuki's shelf. Here lies the devotion of Katsuki's search for Izuku. It's in the creases of the spine, frantic notes scribbled all over, and the many index tabs that bookmarked important notations.

His heart aches.

24.

Katsuki's heart races briefly when he steps into a near silent apartment, but then, Izuku pops out to greet him. "Welcome home!" Face flushed with joy even if his eyes are rimmed red.

Shakily, he breathes, "I'm home." The words are foreign on his tongue, but it feels no less real.

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viideku · 29 days

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one too many

someone let katsuki have too many drinks.

picture, class 1-a, 5 year reunion. everyone gathered at a bar to drink and do karaoke. katsuki grunts uncomfortably in his seat watching his longtime rival (crush/love of his life) laughing with todoroki at the other end of the table, jealousy and anger filling him as he downs another glass. subconsciously scowling and glaring his eyes at the man stealing HIS izuku. as if he can sense it, todoroki turns and makes eye contact with the blond smirking and scooting a little closer to izuku just to get under his skin. katsuki has had enough. he gets up and heads to the bar, ignoring his friends asking if he was okay. “another shot of whiskey” the bartender watches as katsuki drowns himself in alcohol and sorrow.

well, apparently the liquid courage outweighed his sorrows and inspired him to do something. “y-you know what, i’m gonna make that nerd mine. gimme another shot” he huffed. “mr. bakugou I don’t think that you should-” katsuki shot the bartender a look and he immediately filled his glass. he downed his last shot and walked towards where izuku was. “deku c’mere for a second wanna sing something for you.” he grumbles. izuku looks up and sees him flushed red and avoiding eye contact. “oh hi kacchan! but well actually i was just talking to ochako but- hey! ow ow okay i’m coming.” he whines. katsuki decided ochako could wait and that his performance was more important than whatever they were talking about(which it was, obviously). he gets on stage and starts looking for the song he was gonna sing. it was really kind of awkward him standing there in his drunken haze loudly mumbling and trying to remember the song name, gaining a few stares but he didn’t care all he wanted was to sing to his izuku and then take him home and sleep. after a solid 2 minutes of standing on stage looking he finally found the song. “this song is for YOU deku and how i feel about you.. my deku” he quietly slurred at the end before putting the microphone back on the stand. by now all his classmates and the rest of the people occupying the bar had turned to see what was happening on stage and were now fully invested, everyone sensing the tension between them that was there 24/7 and the way they always acted like a married couple. “ouuuu things are finally getting interestinggggg” kaminari whispers to kirishima next to him both of them laughing at the drunken, blushing bakugou on stage yelling at izuku to quit giggling. after shushing the whole bar katsuki begins the song. “oh oh just as sure as the stars in the sky i need you to shine in my life not just for the meanwhile, for a long long time” izuku can feel the stares and how hot his face is getting. katsuki smiles, continuing his song to izuku, loving the way he’s trying to hide his face behind his beautiful scarred hands. “you’re all that matters to me, yeah yeah ain’t worried bout nobody else if i ain’t with you, i ain’t myself”. izuku can’t take this anymore, red all over and heart beating fast.

katsuki ends his performance with a bow and a mic drop, loud applause filling the air. whoops and cheers from his friends along with especially loud laughter from mina, sero, kaminari, and kirishima. he doesn’t care. stepping down from the stage he makes his way to izuku “s-so deku.. what im trying to say is.. i love you” it’s katsukis turn to become flustered and hide, still drunk and unknowing. izuku laughs, an enchanting sound katsuki lives for but in this moment makes him feel embarrassed. his lip quivers and before he knows it hot tears are slipping down his cheeks. izuku opens his eyes after laughing to a hiccuping kacchan with wet eyes. “kacchan! what happened? why are you crying?” he tries to pull him into a hug but katsuki pushes him away. “you laughed at me, you hate me and love todoroki don’t you.. a-are you guys together..?” his voice cracks. izukus face softens and it finally clicks. he smiles again and picks up katsukis hands from his sides to hold in his own. “kacchan.. i don’t hate you and i don’t love todoroki, i love you” he steps closer to the taller blond and kisses him softly on the cheek, wiping his tears. “b-but y-ou laughed” katsuki says in a quiet voice only looking up when izuku wipes his tears. “oh kacchan, don’t you remember? we’re engaged silly. i loved your performance and i love YOU.” he smiles and lifts his hand to show katsuki the green band on his ring finger, giggling. katsuki gasps and immediately is in disbelief “you.. me..” his eyes widen “we’re engaged?” he beams excitedly and repeats it as if he didn’t believe it the first time “we’re engaged!!” he then proceeds to drag deku to everyone in the bar to brag that deku is his and that they can ‘suck it’, especially todoroki.

and that night when he woke up with a splitting headache but a warm izuku at his side he knew he had won the jackpot.

a/n: hey guys this is my first little writing thing ever and i also did not check for errors so don’t be mean pls THANK U BYEE(•̥́_•ૅू˳) the song is all that matters by justin bieber btw i just feel like drunk kats is like sooo forgetful and emotional

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bkdk-n-tasty · 1 year

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This is a test to see if I can use the read more feature via mobile and to see how far I can push written smut 👀 this is already posted on my twt & ao3

Cw; age gap (Kt is 36 & Dk is 19), #ktdk , accidentally caught feelings, su//gar da//ddy!Katsuki, chubby fem!Izuku, attempt SA, height gap (Kt is 6’6 & Dk is 4’9), self doubt!,

Izuku bit her lip as she entered the very professional, very high collar office building. She totally didn’t fit in, she wore a baby pink soft jacket with a white almost see through tub top that didn’t hide any of her cleavage or her soft rolls, and only in here did she feel like her hot pink skirt might be too short or that her white heels might be too tall.

No, she thought to herself as she walked to the front desk. Kacchan said to come at lunch time. He wanted her there. She was good enough for this. For him.

Izuku gave the pretty receptionist a friendly smile, only now was she self conscious as she heard her accent, “I’m looking for Kacchan? I mean Katsuki Bakugou. He works here.”

Her stupid accent made her sound like everything she said was a question! She hated it, hated how childish she felt. But she was a child compared to this beautiful woman who smiled back at her. That woman had to think that this was a mistake!

“Please give me a minute, I’ll see if he’s in,” The woman said turning and picking up the phone at her desk.

He’s here! I know he is! He literally just texted me! Izuku wanted to say but she held onto her small puffy white purse that hung over her shoulder and nodded. She glanced around, she’d felt stares...

As soon as she glanced around people looked away. She had gotten used to looks, but it still made her anxious...Izuku had...she brought it on herself, she wanted to be a sugar baby and she knew it would draw stares and unwanted attention. She was used to some of it but not all of it.

“Oh! Okay, I’ll send her up,” Izuku heard the receptionist say, making her look back at the woman. She hung up the phone, and even with her cool and schooled features Izuku could see the doubt or was it something else in her gaze?

“Bakugou-san is on floor 15, you’ll go to the first desk and ask for him there,” She instructed as she handed Izuku a temporary badge. Izuku didn’t miss the odd look the woman gave at seeing her long manicured nails. Izuku nodded and thanked the woman before heading to the elevator.

Izuku sighed to herself as she swiped the badge against the scanner that operated the elevator. She only took a breath of relief as the elevator closed and hid her from the prying eyes.

‘I’m heading up daddy! The receptionist lady was really pretty ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ~♡︎ ‘

Izuku sent as she waited in the elevator. She smiled to herself as she saw the check mark notifying that he read it though he didn’t text back. He didn’t really like texting but he humored her and would read her messages whenever she sent them.

Izuku swallowed nervously as the elevator stopped before her floor and two men stepped in. She moved further back but it wasn’t like she could hide as their gazes travelled her body.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” The one man asked as he didn’t hesitate to get closer as the door closed.

“Are you coming to keep someone company? Why don’t you forget them and come with us instead?” The other man said as he cornered Izuku from the other side.

“I’m sorry, I think you got the wrong idea,” Izuku crossed her arms as if that would hide her body.

“Nah, I think we got the right one,” the first laughed as he made a lewd gesture, “Come on. We will keep you more than happy, huh?”

“I bet you were hired by one of the stuffy old creeps. We’re young, we have to be better looking than,” the other started as he grabbed at Izuku’s wrist, she jerked away and that annoyed him. “Stop fighting! You clearly wanted something like this to happen, you’re dressed like that!”

“Stop! Please! I don’t want this!” Izuku yelled just as the elevator doors opened on her floor. Izuku was beyond happy to find someone on the other side! It was a woman with blond messy double buns who’s smile soured the moment she saw what was happening.

“Ah-hem,” She said loudly startling the two men. “I suggest you two letting go of miss Bakugou if you don’t want to be disposed of.”

“B-Bakugou?” The one that wasn’t touching Izuku stammered. He tapped his knuckles against the other man’s bicep as he paled. “Dude let go, we really don’t want to get on his bad side.”

The second man was braver, or dumber Izuku wasn’t sure. He gripped her wrist tighter.

“That’s a shitty bluff! Everyone knows Bakugou has no interest in things like her,” the second man sneered rudely. The way he referred to Izuku as a thing rather than a person made her stomach sour. The blond woman didn’t say anything just closed the space and her knuckles met the man’s nose.

Izuku let out a squeak of a yell as she heard the sickening crunch of the man’s nose breaking, his face twist and blood splattering across her shirt and jacket. The moment the man’s grip loosened Izuku darted out past Toga-san!

Even though Izuku couldn’t see Himiko’s face she knew the older woman was giving a deadly glare by the way the two men pressed against the far wall, the one holding his bloody nose in his hands.

“Understand you are no longer employed here. I suggest you collect your belongings and exit before I send a guard to force you out,” Himiko’s voice was terrifyingly cold. She spun and headed towards Izuku, carefully sliding an arm around the much smaller woman. Only in her heels was Izuku almost eye level with the older woman. Izuku was shaking as Himiko led Izuku through the floor and towards Katsuki’s office.

If Izuku wasn’t so scared she would have appreciated how her lover looked behind the desk, wearing that dark crimson red suit that made his ruby eyes glint like real gemstones. The moment he saw Izuku and the fact that blood was splattered across her front he stood up and stormed towards them. Himiko pulled her arm away and stepped back to let Katsuki take the small fragile woman into his own embrace.

“What happened?” Katsuki’s voice boomed.

“A lackey thought he was allowed to touch Izuku. I told him to let go and he didn’t so I did exactly what you’d want me to,” Himiko said evenly. “I already fired him but I can retrieve his information if you want to further punish him?”

“Do that, run to the store and get Izuku a new outfit,” Katsuki said as he pulled back and surveyed the woman in front of him. His features darkening with unspoken rage boiling inside of him. His tone softened as he tilted her head up, “I’m sorry. I should’ve greeted you in the lobby.”

Izuku shook her head as tears rolled down her pink cheeks. “I-I...should’ve worn something classier here! I look-“

“Beautiful. You look fucking beautiful Izuku,” Katsuki cut her off sharply as he leaned down and kissed her cheek, his hands moving down to hold her hips. His words were hot on her neck as he spoke sweetly, “I was careless and let you travel by yourself. I should have known my beautiful emerald would draw ugly attention.”

Izuku swallowed, her heart racing for a whole different reason than fear as the older man’s words warmed her from the inside. “Kacchan.”

“I couldn’t help but want to see you,” Katsuki’s lips were at the crook of her neck and shoulder, his hands only moving away from her hips as to pull the blood stained jacket off her. He leaned back and licked his lips, he could see the rosy pink bra that barely contained her soft breasts through that thin shirt.

“Kacchan, don’t stare,” Izuku softly whined as she went to move her arms up to cover herself.

Izuku knew she was silly for being self conscious, especially in front of Katsuki who loved and adored her for both her personality and her body. He had been the one to seek her out through so many sugar babies in the whole city.

He grasped hold of her wrists, unlike the way the other man had this felt good. “You look so fucking beautiful, princess,” Katsuki cooed softly, the use of her nickname made her heart pound in her chest and warmth spread through her core. “Is it okay, if we do it here?”

Izuku flushed and fought the urge to look away, knowing her sugar daddy would only tease her body until she knew her lesson once more. “Yes, daddy. It’s okay.”

He smiled as he leaned in and reached back tearing the flimsy shirt easily down the seem. Izuku would pout later but knew the shirt was ruined with the man’s blood regardless. Those warm hands splayed and easily covered most of her back, and it sent desire straight to her cunt the way his hands touched her. Katsuki pulled away, holding her pretty bra in one of his hands so she stood there completely bare chested.

“Look at you, so fucking beautiful,” He cooed softly as he set the bra down on his desk, leaning against it as he crooked a finger to motion her to him.

“You think so?” Izuku asked shyly as she moved towards him. Those huge hands catching hold of her breast, even they weren’t big enough to hold all of her.

“I know so,” Katsuki answered, softly rubbing them. It was obvious he loved her chest, he was the reason her nipples were so sensitive that just brushing them with his thumbs made her moan sweetly.

Without being asked, slowly Izuku moved down, staying stable on her high heels she met his gaze as she unzipped his slacks.

“This is the real reason you couldn’t wait till after work to see me, isn’t it?” She teased as she pulled his hard cock out of his pants. Those long delicate fingers wrapping around, purposely letting her nails tease along his cock as she stroked it lovingly. She wondered if the pretty receptionist would think about getting longer nails if she knew that her boss liked them.

“Mm,” Katsuki let out a low growl, a delicious sound that made it hard for Izuku not to ruin her pretty thong. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how passionately you rode my cock this morning as I dropped you off at your uni.”

Izuku chuckled softly as she softly kissed the tip of his cock, so red and angry, it was so cute! “I couldn’t help it, you woke me up with that mouth of yours!”

Katsuki probably was about to say something back but he couldn’t form any words as her mouth opened and his cock slid into her silky soft mouth.

“Fuck,” he managed out breathlessly as the young woman swallowed his cock all the way down to the base. She still held his cock, only now with her index finger and thumb, though it didn’t wrap completely around it would keep her drool from staining his dark pants.

Izuku loved the feeling of her lover’s thick cock filling her throat. Her gaze catching his as she moved her head, slurping and sucking his cock, twirling her tongue along the veins that ran through his cock. Her mouth was delightfully sinful.

“You’re doing so good,” Katsuki praised as he reached down and pulled her hair free from the ponytail she had finger brushed it into this morning. Those green curls falling and framing her beautiful face making her the image of true beauty in his eyes.

Katsuki watched the woman’s breasts bounce as she moved feverishly, sucking his cock like it was the tastiest thing in the world. He twisted his fingers into those soft curls though he didn’t dictate her speed he still tugged it like she mentioned she liked. The soft moan that vibrated around his cock was definitely an indication that she enjoyed it.

“I’m going to cum, baby, if you keep sucking me like that,” Katsuki groaned, his breath coming shorter as his climax neared. Fuck he never lasted long when she sucked his cock like her life depended on it.

Izuku slurped his cock before letting it pop out of her mouth, she dragged her hand up and down his cock with her nails teasing him. “Cum for me Kacchan,” Izuku moaned as she slid her other arm down below her chest and made them look perkier. “Cover my titties in your hot cum, daddy~” she cooed lewdly, so unlike the sweet and innocent way she normally talked.

A soft moan escaped her pretty pink lips as hot sticky cum splattered across her chest and mouth in thick ropes. He made quite the mess of her chest and his cock still had the audacity to stay hard under her teasing nails.

Katauki pulled Izuku up and didn’t hesitate to lay her across his desk, pushing her skirt up and tugging her thin sparkly pink thong to the side so he could push his cock deep inside of her wet pussy.

“Ah! Kacchan! So big!” Izuku moaned as Katsuki’s cock buried itself inside of her. Her hands moved to her lower stomach, smiling up at Katsuki, “your cock is so deep inside me!”

Katsuki chuckled as he trailed his hands along her legs that framed his hips.

“You love when I’m deep in you, hm?” He teased as he rocked his hips fast, those ruby eyes watching the way her soft body bounced with his thrusts. He fucking loved the way her body moved as he fucked her.

“I do! I love when Kacchan fucks me deep! Ah! And so hard!” Izuku moaned, Katsuki’s cock was Izuku’s biggest weakness. Or was it his mouth that could make her weak in the knees without even touching her. “Please Kacchan! Ah! Don’t stop!”

He pulled one of her legs up so he could kiss her ankle, Katsuki loved when she wore her heels that still didn’t make her tall enough to even kiss him on her own.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Katsuki’s words came out hard and heavy as he fucked into her rougher, making her squeal with unbridled pleasure. Katsuki took both her ankles and spread her legs further apart, splitting the woman open as he couldn’t hide his hunger for his lover.

Their relationship had started solely for sex and company. They had agreed on an allowance, he’d even given her a platinum credit card, a shiny pink phone and a key to his home for her to come whenever she wanted or he’d call her there. Izuku didn’t expect anything more, she hadn’t wanted anything more at the time but it had come so naturally. The love and desire, the passion and the sweet tenderness. It all came so naturally that Izuku nor Katsuki had noticed it until Izuku practically lived in his home, that he would take her to uni before he headed to work.

They hadn’t realized they’d fallen in love until Katsuki got jealous when he went to pick her up and some young man was talking to her so casually! Katsuki didn’t realize what he was even doing as he walked onto campus and up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and grasping her wrist, pulling it out of that violet haired man’s grasp.

The anger and venom spilling from his mouth as he practically snarled at the student to not touch his woman. Izuku had flushed such a pretty red, her eyes growing wide and wonderful before she stammered a ‘that’s my cousin?’

Katsuki had never felt so embarrassed, had never heard someone laugh so hard or had ever been so sweetly consoled by a lover. It was something they never forgot, it was the turning point in their relationship.

Katsuki swallowed hard as he released her legs as he was getting close to cumming again. He reached down and pulled Izuku up, Izuku slid her arms around his neck and opened her mouth for him. Izuku was perfect. Izuku was his.

Katsuki kissed her deeply as the woman’s pointed heels dug at his back, keeping him buried deep inside as he filled her womb with that sticky, thick cum. He held her close, kissing her like it was their last kiss. Katsuki pulled away only after he went soft inside of her messy cunt, but didn’t let her go.

Izuku had that beautiful dazed smile she wore after cuming so hard that her world spun around her. She found him staring lovingly at her and her cheeks couldn’t possibly darken any more.

“I love you, Izuku Bakugou,” Katsuki whispered in their heavy breaths. Izuku swallowed as the happy nervous bubbles filled her as he used her new family name, the one she’d earned at a small elopement.

“I love you too, Katsuki Bakugou,” Izuku giggled as he leaned down and kissed her sweetly once more before finally pulling out. A small shuddery moan escaped Izuku as she felt him pull out and cum slowly leak out of her twitching cunt.

A soft knocking didn’t give Izuku enough time to prepare herself mentally as Himiko slipped back into the office. Katsuki shot her a sharp glare.

“Hey! I waited till after you guys were done,” Himiko said as she moved towards Izuku and pushed the much larger man out of the way. Izuku would never get used to this.

Himiko Toga, Katsuki’s top guard and now someone who dubbed themselves as Izuku’s big sister. To be fair she was only three years older than Izuku, she was incredibly protective over her the moment they met. Embarrassingly the blonde woman helped clean Izuku up with Katsuki watching them, helping Izuku out of the ruined skirt and redid the bra before she pulled out a crimson red and golden detailed yukata that screamed Bakugou Corp.

“There, you’re stunning,” Himiko smiled proudly as she admired the way she dressed Izuku up and pulled her hair up into a messy bun, something almost akin to her own buns. Izuku giggled until she caught Katsuki’s gaze.

“You truly are stunningly beautiful,” Katsuki softly mused as he offered her a hand. Izuku blushed and took his hand, letting the man pull her in and kiss her once more.

—end!

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thiefoflight68 · 1 year

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Open For Business - Baku/Deku Long Fic on A03. This is a fun chapter! +18 only - Minors DNI

A fun play sex scene between the boys.

Katsuki slid on the dark suit and red tie, the nerd had even included the shoes. He had dried his hair enough so that his blonde spikes were almost perfect. He wondered what Deku was planning, probably jumping him as soon as he walked in the door, he smiled, fine by him. His body vibrated with every passing moment, he took a deep breath, fuck, he was going to cum just thinking about burying himself into the greenette. He stepped out of the bathroom and slid on the glasses. He knocked gently on the bedroom door and then walked to the front door, how long would he have to wait? He grabbed his black trench coat and gloves, sliding them on as he went outside. Standing on the small balcony he looked out over the city. The cold air was held in by storm clouds that blocked any starlight. Lamplights dotted the streets and reflected off of wet pavement. He heard movement in the kitchen. He was glad for the cold, it was calming him down. God he loved this man, what had he been thinking? Thankfully his grandfather had given him the slap he needed, Katsuki would make this place the perfect home for him, for both of them. He liked being able to keep an eye on him during the day and if this was what waited for him at home, then who cared where the fuck he lived? The noise quieted.

He turned back to the door and knocked. “Come in,” Deku called. Katsuki opened the door. The sounds of music drifted from the apartment.

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Izuku stood in the kitchen, he had pulled on the apron that Kacchan had given him at Christmas. The ties of the apron tickling his backside. On a plate he had arranged fresh strawberries and whipped cream. He was opening a bottle of chilled white wine as the blonde came in the door, a blast of cold air with him. For a brief moment the cold prickled his skin and then his emerald eyes took in the large man standing in the hallway and heat flushed through his body. The dark trench coat was enough to make him go weak, but with the dark suit, red tie at his neck, black leather gloves and the glasses. He shivered, why did this big blonde look so amazing? He looked completely different, almost ominous, desire pulled at him. Izuku was hard and all Kacchan had done was walk in the door.

“Welcome home,” Izuku purred as he leaned sideways against the kitchen counter. “I was just opening some wine.” He popped the cork and poured some in each wine glass. He lifted one taking a drink, hooded eyes staring over the rim.

Katsuki was not prepared for what he saw in the kitchen. The nerd was wearing the apron he had bought him at Christmas but not much else. His shirt appeared to be sheer black with shimmering green in the soft lamplight. His legs were bare which made Bakugou want to turn him around to see what covered his ass. Around his neck was a leather collar with silver studs. Lust blasted through his veins.

“Let me get you out of your coat first.” Izuku came forward, sliding his hands under the trenchcoat and pushing it firmly off of his shoulders and arms. Shaking it out he moved to the coat rack and hung it, letting the blonde take in his backside.

Bakugou’s gaze never left the nerd as he hung his coat. He could see the shirt was cropped high, just above his hips. Two bands of fabric on his hips ended in a small triangle of fabric, the band disappearing into his soft curved ass. His body throbbed but he waited, he knew the nerd wanted control.

Midoriya turned and walked past the blonde, he stopped in front of him. “Can you help me?”

“With what?” Katsuki’s voice was strained.

“I’m finished in the kitchen, could you untie me please.”

The Blonde chuckled, the ties of the apron hung enticingly over his bare ass.

‘Fuck’

Laying a gloved hand on one cheek, he felt the firm roundness. He pulled one tie with the other hand, letting the apron fall loose from his waist.

“Thank you, won’t you join me for some wine to relax?”

Katsuki started to remove his gloves.

“No,” Izuku peeked provocatively over his shoulder, “leave those on.” He pulled the apron off and walked back into the kitchen offering him a wine glass.

Bakugou tried to swallow, he took a few deep breaths. The outfit was amazing. The sheer fabric let him see Deku’s toned chest, it was cut just above his trim waist. A very small amount of netted fabric covered his now swelling erection. Then there was the collar around his neck.

‘Fuck’

He walked to the other side of the kitchen counter, his pants bulging, taking the offered glass of wine. His fiery red gaze landed on the strawberry plate. “Dessert?”

Green curls nodded.

He shook his head. “You know Babe, I’m not much of a dessert person.”

Izuku took a strawberry and slid it through the whipped cream. He licked the whip cream off slowly and popped it into his mouth and smiled. “Good, I wasn’t planning on sharing.”

Bakugou laughed painfully, he took a sip of wine. Setting it down, he reached out his hand to touch the collar. Deku backed out of his range. “I have only one rule tonight.”

“Only one?” he raised his brows.

The sweet mouth laughed around the strawberry, “Just one, no hands, without permission, the gloves should help you remember that.”

“And you?”

“Me too, but,” he turned to put the wine back in the refrigerator. Bakugou admired his ass again, the small strip of fabric disappearing where he very much wanted to be right now. “I get to break the rules whenever I want.” Deku winked at him. Katsuki smiled and picked up the wine glass this time he took a long swallow.

Izuku was having a hard time not attacking him at this point, he was so fucking sexy with those glasses. “I think it's time we get you more comfortable.” The blonde held out his hands and raised his brows.

‘What?”

“I believe your rule is no hands, but since you can break the rule, will you help me?” Deku laughed, moving around the island he helped him out of his coat. He folded it carefully over the chair. It took everything for Katsuki not to touch him again.

“Here, let’s loosen your tie a bit.” Izuku loosened the knot and unbuttoned the top few buttons. “Sorry for cheating, but this would be difficult without hands.”

“What happens if I use my hands?” He teased, the nerd paused. Bakugou could see the nerd thinking, he must not have anticipated that question.

Izuku looked at the blonde, he knew there was not much that would keep him from touching him, he always did what he wanted at some point. An idea popped into his mind.

‘Would it be too much?’

Hesitantly he walked into the kitchen and opened a drawer. He saw an assortment of utensils. He had read that certain types of spatulas can work for playing in the bedroom because they don’t hurt as badly. He held his breath, would this work? He pulled out a rubber spatula.

Katsuki tensed as he saw him walk back with the spatula, he wanted to laugh, but he could see the nerd was serious. Was he going to really spank him? The nerd didn’t realize he had very thick skin, it would take a lot to stop him.

Deku handed it to him, “if you use your hands, then you have to spank me with this.” His green eyes glinted wickedly. Bakugou looked at the spatula. “Take it,” Deku pushed it towards him, The Blonde took the handle.

“What happens if you use your hands?” Izuku repeated.

“I have to spank you with this.” Bakugou was completely floored. He hadn’t expected to have to use it on him. “But what about me?”

“What about you?”

Katsuki didn’t want to hurt him, fuck. “I thought.”

The nerd smiled, “You think too much Kacchan.” He turned around and laid himself over the counter. “Should we try it once to see how it feels, just in case later you want to break the rule, you’ll understand what will happen.”

Bakugou looked at the sweet ass bent over invitingly, he wanted to see him cum, he looked at his fingers. No hands.

‘Fuck’

“Kacchan, I’m waiting.”

“Fuck Deku, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Izuku turned his head around, “I don’t want you to either, so do this so you remember my rule.” He waited a moment, “Okay Kacchan, I won’t force you.” The spatula hit him on the left cheek, hard, the sting pinched his skin and surprised him, it did hurt for a second, but then softened. He needed the blonde to think otherwise. He clenched his teeth and moaned softly.

Katsuki watched the nerd react. He hated hearing him in pain, but he was also so fucking sexy moaning like that. He sucked in his breath, “Did that hurt? I’m sorry.” He stopped, he had almost grabbed him with his hands. He clenched his fists, “I understand, I won’t use my hands.”

Midoriya looked at him very seriously, hiding his smile, “please don’t, it does sting” he rubbed his butt cheek.

Bakugou felt himself come apart, now he understood why he had made him hit him. He would do anything not to use his hands.

Izuku chuckled, his plan had worked. “Sit down Kacchan,” Midoriya guided him into the chair, he looked a little stunned. “Kacchan?”

‘Had he gone too far?’

He put a palm on the blonde’s face. “Is this okay?” He asked softly, looking into the beautiful red eyes that were blazing like fire. He was about to admit it didn’t really hurt.

Bakugou looked into those dark orbs, he tucked his hands under his legs. “It’s okay, you just surprised me.”

“You don’t like surprises.”

“I don’t,” he thought for a moment, then he smiled, “well, up until now.”

Midoriya kissed the blonde without touching him, he sucked deeply, tugging at his lips, he laced his tongue with his, sweeping through his mouth, tasting every part of him. He pulled back panting. He moved to his ear, nibbling the soft lobe, tugging and sucking gently.

Bakugou closed his eyes, the nerd’s hot mouth sending him past his limit. He wanted to grab him but he sat tight, letting him suck on his neck. Deku’s teeth raked his flesh, biting hard, Katsuki groaned, as his mouth sucked hard. “Fuck, I want you,” he rasped.

“We have to enjoy the appetizers before we jump to the main meal.” Izuku looked at those crimson eyes blazing. He saw those eyes look at the collar. “You can touch it” he lifted his chin.

Bakugou pulled out one gloved hand, “can I take off my gloves?”

Izuku nodded

Katsuki pulled off the gloves and wrapped his hand gently around the collar, why did it turn him on so much? He ran his thumb over the silver studs.

“Do you like it?”

“Fuck, I really do.”

Izuku leaned his head down pressing on Kacchan’s hand. “Okay, no more.” Bakugou held his hand there for a moment longer and then slid his hand back under his thigh.

“You scared me Kacchan, I thought I was going to get another spanking.”

“Sorry Babe,” the nerd dropped to his knees in front of him.

“We need to make you more comfortable. If I can’t use my hands, I may ruin your belt.”

Bakugou leaned back, “I can buy another one.” Green curls buried his face into the blonde’s body. The nerd’s chin rubbed against his hard cock, Katsuki groaned again.

Izuku struggled to pull the belt out with his teeth, but knowing he was driving Kacchan crazy he decided to try to finish without his hands. Finally he was able to free the latch. Biting the end he stood and walked backwards freeing it from the belt loops.

Katsuki grunted. His Deku was on fire tonight and his body was straining, every nerve ending alive, his blood felt hot, his cock so hard it was painful. “Please.” He growled. The nerd sank back down, this time using his hands he unbuttoned the black trousers. Bakugou heard the plate sliding across the table, looking over, the nerd was pulling the strawberries towards them. He groaned again, he knew what the greenette was about to do, his hands clenched under his thighs,

“You asked so nicely.” Izuku’s voice was husky.

“I want to hold you Deku, feel you.”

“Soon Kacchan” He scooped a large amount of cream and rubbed it over the tip of the blonde’s large cock in his hand.

Katsuki leaned his head back, his jaw clenched against the cold whipped cream being smeared over his dick. “Fuck!” He gasped as the nerd’s hot tongue began licking.

“You get really handsy when I suck you Kacchan.” Midoriya continued licking the sweet cream, his tongue working over every inch. Some as it dripped down further, he chased it down with his tongue. “I’m worried.”

“I won’t,” his voice strained.

“But it’s my ass not yours.” Izuku grimaced playfully.

He picked up a strawberry and covered it liberally with whip cream, taking the cold fruit, he rubbed it across Kacchan’s sensitive skin, leaving a thick streak of cream. He slid the twitching cock into his mouth, sucking up the whipped cream as he closed his mouth tasting the sweet flavor. Greedily he lapped at every bit, then slowly he came back to the tip, playfully licking.

Katsuki struggled to restrain his hands, he was itching to grab Deku and hold his head, to thrust into that hot mouth.

Izuku looked up, holding the blonde’s gaze, he popped the strawberry into his mouth, the red juice dripping from his mouth, trickling down his chin and neck. “Oops I ‘m making a mess.” He laughed. “You like strawberries, don’t you Kacchan?” He crawled into the blonde’s lap, chewing slowly. “Help me clean up.”

Katsuki leaned forward and licked Deku’s chin, the sweet flavor mixed with the taste of his skin. The nerd lifted his chin giving him access to his neck. The liquid had stopped at the collar, slowly seeping into the leather. Bakugou started there, licking along the thick leather, he sucked hard at the skin, biting gently.

“Hmmm, that feels so good” Izuku's heart was hammering so hard he felt light headed, the storm in his body was slamming against him demanding release, he thrust against the blonde’s erection. Kacchan latched his mouth hard, biting at his neck again. Izuku arched against the pain, icy chills rippled up his spine, washing him in pleasure, he groaned.

“Deku, I’m serious, I need to fuck you right now.” Katsuki’s voice had lost its playfulness.

Another tremor shuddered through Midoriya’s body, the sense of power he had felt from the moment Kacchan had stood waiting for him at the door inflamed his pleasure. He pulled away panting from the torment on his neck, standing back up, he grabbed the spatula and the blonde’s red tie and pulled him to the couch. Flipping out a blanket, he teased. “We don’t want to make a mess.” He sat down looking at the big blonde, he patted the couch on either side of him. “Kneel here Kacchan.”

Bakugou eyed him.

Izuku smiled, “you can’t use your hands so I thought this would be easier for you to,” he blushed. Seeing Bakugou so turned on, his cock so big, he felt bolder. “I know you like to thrust.” He held up his hand, “but you can’t cum in my mouth, when you're close you have to pull out. I really want to watch you cum Kacchan, especially with those glasses on.”

“Fuck nerd, stop saying that shit, you know how turned I am right now.” He straddled his nerd.

Izuku giggled, he shook a new bottle of lube, ”look, I got a new flavor”, he squeezed some in his hands and slathered the large cock. He began licking again. “You taste really good, cherry is so sweet.” He heard a slam as Kacchan braced himself on the wall behind the couch. Reaching up Midoriya let his hands explore the blonde’s body, leaving a sticky trail of lube across his skin. “I’ll clean that up later,” he teased as he finally took the whole of the hard erection into his mouth. He brought one hand around to Kacchan’s firm butt and pushed.

As soon as Katsuki felt the nerd push on him, he let himself go. He thrust hard, his forehead against the wall, his hands braced. He couldn’t stop, he felt so good, the nerd’s hands were running over his body, his mind was careening out of control, he couldn’t hold back, the wet hot mouth around him, the walls of Deku’s throat squeezing his cock, the pulsing started throbbing up through his groin. “Deku, I’m going to cum.”

Izuku pulled back and using all his strength pushed Kacchan’s hips down so that he was sitting down on his lap. Wrapping his hand around the blonde’s thick shaft he began to move his hand. The blonde was completely gone, his face distorted in pleasure as his ejaculation ripped through him, his teeth clenched, groaning loudly.

Katsuki slumped down, his forehead on his nerd’s shoulder. He froze, he realized his hands were on Deku’s shoulders. He moved them quickly to the couch cushion, trying to slow his breathing. The nerd’s arms hugged him, running over his back, through his hair. Bakugou could feel the greenette’s own erection still hard against him. “You're still hard Babe.”

“I am,” Izuku nodded, he put his hands on his Kacchan’s face, “you are so beautiful when you cum, did you know that?” He straightened the glasses on his face.

‘My turn to watch?”

“Almost.”

“That doesn’t seem fair, nerd.”

“We need to switch places.”

Bakugou swung his leg over and sat down on the couch. Deku shook his head, sighing as he grabbed the spatula.

Izuku ran the tip of the spatula up the blonde’s bare leg, letting it gently move over his dick. “What's not fair is that you put your hands on my shoulders.”

“It was an accident Babe, I didn’t realize I had done it, I promise.”

Izuku kissed him. “I know Kacchan, which is why I forgive you, but,” he tilted his head, putting a hand on his face. He handed him the spatula. “A rule is a rule, right?” He laid down on Kacchan’s lap, his hips slightly elevated.

“Fuck, Deku.” The blonde let out a breath.

Tucking his head under his arm, he peeked up at him, “are you okay?”

Bakugou looked at his nerd, coyly smiling. He was so adorable, his eyes dark with desire but still twinkling in play, he was having fun.

‘Fuck he was sexy’

He flashed a cocky grin, “now I am.”

Izuku could feel Kacchan starting to get hard again. “I could be in trouble,” he muttered. He relaxed his body, burying his face into the couch.

Katsuki brought the spatula down, the impact snapped against the nerd’s ass. Deku jolted up, it did sting. Goosebumps lifted along the greenette’s ass. Bakugou leaned down and kissed the area, letting his lips gently touch the sensitive skin, he licked and sucked softly trying to cool it down. “I’m so sorry. Does this make it feel better?”

Izuku groaned,”yes,” he whispered. He panted, feeling the hot tongue on his skin, which was on fire, his body shuddered, he was suddenly desperate to feel the blonde inside of him. He sat up and straddled him, taking his face in his hands again, he kissed those full lips. Sucking hard, Midoriya’s green eyes black with desire.

“Can I use my hands?”

“I love that you're already hard Kacchan.” Izuku ignored him and wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him again. The blonde was demanding in the kiss, trying not to touch him, Midoriya whimpered.

“Can I use my hands Deku?”

Green curls nodded, “you can pull my thong aside, I want to ride you.”

“You're not prepped babe,” Katsuki murmured as he kissed those fragrant green curls.

A slow smile cut across Midoriya’s face, he leaned into the Kacchan, kissing his ear. “Maybe I took care of that while I was waiting for you.” He whispered. “Be a sweetie and pull my thong aside”

The blonde groaned, his cock throbbed, he slid his finger down the thong and pulled the strap aside.

Reaching behind Izuku held the shaft of the blonde guiding his body over the tip. The lube helped him slide down, he pushed slowly. “No thrusting yet Kacchan.”

Bakugou smiled, there was no way he would stop his nerd now, he was in full control. God he loved this side of him. It was sweet and sexy all at once. He would let him have his way, Katsuki would fuck him his own way later. The greenette finally managed to take in his entire cock, all the way to the base.

Izuku waited a brief moment before he started to move. The tingling started to leap and jolt almost immediately, he closed his eyes, “I miss this so much,” he whispered.

“Me too.”

Dark green eyes opened, he had not realized he had spoken out loud. Midoriya moved his hips, he tried to find a good rhythm. The blonde cupped his cheek with the hand that held the thong. He squeezed gently. Izuku looked down into the fiery eyes, still behind glasses. He laughed, pulling the glasses off. “I want my Kacchan back now.” Leaning forward he kissed him just as he pushed down and happened to graze his prostate, sucking in his breath, his body quivered.

“There you go babe, do you want any help?”

Izuku groaned, “yes.”

Katsuki grabbed the greenette’s waist, angling his hips, he thrust deep, sliding with perfect pressure along the same spot.

“Ah, Kacchan, yes!” He sucked in air, throwing his head back. He dug his fingers into his shoulders. “Again.” The blonde continued to thrust, Izuku could only feel the strange tingling, the pleasure pulsing, pushing him. He moved his hips in time with every thrust. The tip slid past the same place, causing the pressure to keep growing.

Katsuki listened to the nerd’s body, when he could feel the soft clenching, he knew he was close. Slowing his thrust, he teased him. Deku was clinging to his shoulders, eyes closed, face flushed, feeling every sweet thrust. His eyes opened half way.

“Are you teasing me Kacchan?”

“I am.” Grabbing the nerd’s hips, Katsuki changed his angle and thrust so deep that Deku looked like he would pass out. He smiled, he was so close. He went back to shorter thrusts, rubbing his prostate intensely.

Midoriya braced himself on the blonde, every thrust was pushing him higher, he squirmed desperate for his release. “Enough,” he slammed himself down, pushing Kacchan so deep the pleasure shot like fire up through him, he ejaculated, bent over, his body shaking, unable to think, his eyes half closed, tears streaming down freckled cheeks.

Bakugou understood why Deku had wanted to watch him earlier, there was nothing more incredible than watching the greenette finding his release. He grabbed him in a hug and let him cuddle on his chest, his body still twitching.

Izuku laid his head on the blonde, he tugged on the tie. The tingling had captured him, everything felt amazing. “That was really fun Kacchan, I love that you indulge me so much, thank you.”

“I’m not done, nerd.”

Izuku felt the throbbing cock still inside of him. He looked into those burning crimson eyes, “Can we finish in the shower? We feel sticky all over.”

“As long as I can bend you over and finish from behind the way you like it.” The greenette gave him a sexy smile, “anything for you Kacchan.”

#bakugou x izuku #bakudeku smut #mha fanfic #mha smut #alternate universe #ao3 fanfic #Youtube

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loopielupie · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 29 & Day 31: "I only sink deeper the deeper I think" & Emptiness

His ears are still ringing when Katsuki sinks down against an overturned crate. The adrenaline that got him through the fight is long gone, leaving nothing but empty weariness and tremors in his limbs.

Out of sight of the media, though he can still hear them heckling and shouting questions towards the police and other heroes still on the scene, Katsuki wilts. The cold concrete prickles overheated skin through his hero suit, sending an involuntary shiver along his spine.

Tipping his head back, he wonders idly what this store used to be, taking in the scattered crates similar to the one he's co-opted as a seat. Maybe a greengrocer? But it's a distant sort of thought and he shoves it down with a bitter snarl.

It's impossible to tell with more than half the shopfront gone and the interior fucked six ways from Sunday.

Because you weren’t fuckin’ good enough

He swallows the sudden acid lump in his throat and fiddles with the bandages wrapping his bicep in some attempt at distraction. They come loose and he curses under his breath and tries to fix it. But his fingers are clumsy and his arms burn him for the unnecessary movement, the dull ache of overuse sharpening until he gives up.

The screech of a siren has him wincing, a heretofore unnoticed headache making itself known as he grinds his head back against the wall and screws his eyes shut.

"Kacchan?"

He opens one eye to find Izuku squatting next to him, worried, one hand hovering but hesitant over his arm. His hair is sweaty and fight-tousled. He looks enhausted.

"Oi, have you been seen by-"

"Yes, Kacchan. I was just with one of the paramedics-" he lifts his bandaged arm. "They're the ones who told me where you'd gone off to."

The "Why?" is growing more insistent in Izuku's expression but Katsuki isn't going to admit shit.

"Yeah, well. Good. 'm not havin' you bleed out or some shit because you're irresponsible."

Izuku hums and shifts a little closer, his remaining iron sole scraping across the buckled path as his legs slump down. A quick scan tells Katsuki all he needs to know about how Izuku fared during the fight: the road rash under his torn suit, the scrapes and fresh bruises that have Katsuki wincing just to look at them. Not important enough to warrant any on-scene paramedics attention more than cleaning, but sore as hell.

Katsuki releases a rattling breath. He's had bad days before, days where he’s lost civilians and even colleagues. But something about today makes his skin feel too tight. Everything had been wrong: bad intel, not enough heroes on-scene, an unexpectedly destructive villain, too much “collateral damage”- Fuck, Katsuki hates that term.

He’s rather they just call it what it fuckin’ is: civilian casualties. He'd rather people face up to the reality: people hurt, homes, businesses, livelihoods destroyed. All because they weren’t good enough. Beside him, Izuku is quiet. He just stares at a crack in the concrete, shoulders slumped, lips bitten into a frown. A small part of Katsuki wonders if Izuku's feeling the same, but he brushes it off before he can do something stupid like ask.

His fists clench in his lap and he thunks his head back against the wall behind him. It does nothing to shake loose any of the thoughts swirling in his head, it just makes his headache worse.

His phone buzzes. It's likely a summons from the agency for debrief and probably even a press conference. Izuku tenses at the sound but when Katsuki makes no move to heed it, he turns his attention to him, eyeing him with a quiet "Kacchan?"

"What," he snaps, already knowing what's coming. Izuku checks his own phone.

"They're calling us back," Izuku prompts. His voice is hesitant, though. Like he doesn't want to move any more than Katsuki does.

"Yeah, well. They can wait 10 minutes."

Don't ask me to fuckin' go out there yet.

He rails against this cowardice, but he's just so fucking tired.

Izuku says nothing for a minute, searching Katsuki's face. He looks exhausted, too. This close, Katsuki can see the smear of old blood from Izuku’s nose, the dirt streaked across his cheeks. It obscures his freckles and something gives in Katsuki’s chest. He yanks his glove off. Izuku doesn't stop him when he reaches out and brushes a thumb over his cheek, idly aware of the dirt and blood flaking off under it. Izuku leans into the contact but Katsuki feels his expression pinch into a frown when a few tears gather on dark lashes. Izuku tips forward against his collar, Katsuki takes the weight and lets it ground him.

They'll have to get up soon, they both know it; the agency won't give them much of a reprieve from their PR responsibilities. But for now, just for a moment, he lets Izuku hold him, buries his nose in damp curls and breathes it in until he feels a little less hollow.

#whumptober2023 #no.29 #no.31 #“I only sink deeper the deeper I think”#Emptiness #bnha #fic #no tws #bkdk #bakugo katsuki #hard days #emotional whump

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riahlynn101 · 4 months

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Dad December - Day Fourteen: "Would You Hold My Hand?"

Summary: A visit to the hospital takes a dark turn for Izuku….at least his dad is there to hold his hand.

Trigger warnings: (Kind of) human experimentation, medical trauma, and Doctor Garaki and AFO being themselves.

Word count: 1,210

“Would you hold my hand?” His dad asks, extending a hand out for Izuku to take. They’re in the waiting room at the hospital. Neither of them are sick, and Izuku isn’t due for a checkup for another four months (he checked the calendar before they left).

It’s odd, too, because it’s always mom that takes him to the doctors. But mom went to the doctor’s yesterday, and she slept in. Dad said it’s because the appointment tired her out. Izuku doesn’t mind, though. That just means he can spend time with his dad.

“Okay,” he says, giving his hand over. His dad smiles at him, squeezing his hand.

“Hey, Izu, you know that I love you. Right?”

The question strikes Izuku as weird. Of course, he knows his parents love him. Why wouldn’t they? Sometimes they get frustrated with him or scold him when he does something bad. But they always make sure to tuck him in at night, read to him, hold him when he’s scared, and tell Izuku that they love him all the time.

“Yeah, and I love you and mom, too.”

There’s something in dad’s eyes. Something that Izuku with only eight years of being alive can’t place. He squeezes his dad’s hand, smiling just like All Might does.

Dad laughs, patting his head. “Silly boy,” he murmurs fondly.

The door to the lobby opens. “Midoriya Izuku?” A nurse calls out, scanning the room.

“Here!” His dad stands up, scooping Izuku into his arms.

“Right this way.” The nurse holds the door open, stepping aside to let them in.

Izuku clings to his dad, wrapping his arms around his neck. This place looks nothing like the doctor’s office that mom takes him to. That place has brightly-painted walls, and the nurses and doctors smile a lot.

But this place is dull. No one smiles, not even when Izuku smiles like All Might at them.

“Dad, I wanna go home,” he whines. He hates whining. Kacchan said it’s something that babies do, and Izuku doesn’t want to be a baby. However, this place is giving him a bad feeling.

His dad strokes his hair, humming. “This shouldn’t take very long, Izuku. Just stay calm.”

Izuku pouts and rests his hand on his dad’s shoulder.

“Ah, old friend,” his dad greets, going into one of the examination rooms.

“It’s been a minute.”

Izuku’s entire body freezes up. He tightens his hold on his dad’s neck. That voice. He knows that voice.

“And that must be little Izuku. Haven’t seen him since that doctor’s visit, what was it? Four years ago?”

“Three-and-a-half,” Izuku pipes up, voice muffled by his dad’s suit jacket. The memory of being told he has no quirk coming back with a vengeance.

“Ah, yes. Well, anyway. You can put him on the table over there.”

“I love you so much,” his dad murmurs into Izuku’s hair. He’s set down on a large metal table. It’s bigger than the examination tables in the other doctor’s office, and there’s no paper covering the top of it. He sends a questioning look at his dad, but the doctor steps in front of him.

He looks exactly the same as when Izuku last saw him, which doesn’t help the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Okay, I’m going to need you to lie back.”

Izuku stares at him blankly. “Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“I…I don’t want to.”

“I apologize, Izuku-Kun, I didn’t ask what you wanted. I asked you to lie back.”

Tears well up in his eyes. Why is he here? He doesn’t want to be here. “I want my dad!” Izuku cries, wiping his eyes. “I wanna go home!”

The doctor grumbles, grabbing Izuku by the shoulders and forcing him to lay down. “Lay down.” Izuku squirms, batting at the doctor’s hand. He screams, kicking his legs out.

One hit must land, because the doctor lets out a pained “ow” before stepping away. Izuku watches him limp over to his dad through watery eyes. They talk for a good five minutes, and he takes the time to collect himself.

By the time the doctor comes back over to him, Izuku has calmed himself down (for the most part). His dad stands close to him. “Izuku,” he says, “I’m here. Lie down. Do what the doctor tells you.”

“Hold my hand?” Izuku asks.

“Izuku,” his dad scolds him, but he doesn’t sound angry.

“Please,” he begs. “I’m scared. I…I want to listen. I will listen, if you hold my hand.” Izuku knows he should just do as he’s told, but he can’t appease the panic steadily rising up in his chest.

His dad’s expression softens. He takes Izuku’s hand. “Lay down.”

And Izuku, not wanting his dad to take his hand back, listens. He closes his eyes, and then opens them a moment later when the doctor scolds him.

A large machine is placed over his face. It’s like nothing Izuku has ever seen before. All metal pieces, cogs, and glass. The doctor lines up the two glass pieces with Izuku’s eyes. The metal is cold against his face, and makes him feel a bit claustrophobic. He squeezes his dad’s hand harder.

“Stay there,” the doctor says. “Don’t move a muscle.”

Not that Izuku could, even if he wanted to. Not with his dad’s hand holding his, and the machine half-hovering, half-lying on top of him.

“Sensei,” the doctor says. “It’s time.”

Before Izuku can ask who Sensei is, his dad’s hand slips from his. The panic he had previously under control, wells up inside him. He cries and screams out for his dad, but nobody responds. A bright light flashes, temporarily blinding Izuku.

He screams louder. “Daddy! Daddy help me!”

Another bright flash.

Izuku kicks as hard as he can. Except there’s no one to kick. Just a heavy machine that continues to flash bright lights into his eyes.

“Help! Help! Mommy! Daddy! I’m scared!”

But as the bright flashes continue, Izuku feels his energy drain. Eventually he can’t scream any longer. He lays still, head spinning and vision getting dimmer and dimmer.

-x-x-x-

All for One scoops his son off the table, exchanging a few words with his old friend. This wasn’t his first option. He would have preferred to use a quirk instead, but all of the ones in his arsenal wouldn’t hold long enough for it to be effective.

Izuku snuggles closer to him, little hands bunched up in his jacket. Poor thing. All for One kisses the top of his head.

Memory alteration is such a tricky business.

When his son and wife wake up, he’ll be gone. Hopefully not for more than a year or two, but even if he never comes back, they’ll never question his absence.

He arrives home to a quiet apartment. Inko must still be sleeping, but he’ll check on her before he leaves (just to be safe).

Hisashi places his son in bed, tucking him in. For a second, the urge to hold his son forever and ever, and never let him go is beyond overwhelming. He thinks about staying. Maybe he could watch Izuku grow up….

But it only lasts for a second.

“I’ll be home as soon as I can. I promise.”

#daddecember2023 #daddecember #no.14 #Would you hold my hand?#dfo au #cross posted on ao3 #mha fanfiction #young izuku

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Day 18 - can't stay awake

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Izuku knew all his nights of no sleep had been preparing him for something.

Maybe he hadn’t anticipated the… severity of the situation.

It has been roughly 36 hours since Kacchan went down and they were officially trapped here.

The dark hole they’re trapped in is inescapable without Izuku’s legs or Kacchan’s quirk. Dirt is piled around them, a little pocket of air being their only means of surviving this long. Every so often he’ll hear a noise above them, and he’ll call out. The constant screaming for help is tiring, and his throat is pissed at him.

He knows help is coming, they should be anyway. Kacchan made contact with Aizawa back at the rendezvous point before it was destroyed in a landslide.

Stupid natural disasters. He’d take a villain over this any day, and he knows Kacchan feels the same.

They have plenty of food and water, well enough so they won’t die of starvation before they bleed out.

Izuku sighs, adjusting his throbbing legs. He’d used too much power in a panicked attempt to catch Kacchan before he was crushed by a falling tree. Turns out yelling at someone who lost their hearing aids isn’t very effective. Yeah, the tree ended up crushing both of them.

Now he sits on the muddy floor of this pit, with a hero partner that might have permanent brain damage.

Great.

He holds his eyes open with his fingers, the cool air burning them instantly.

Kacchan makes a choking noise, and Izuku rolls him onto his side so he can vomit.

His friend gurgles, heaving the last of the water Izuku forced down his throat.

Izuku pats his back, vision blacking out momentarily. The smell of vomit helps keep his brain stay active at least. Kacchan is so buying him dinner when they get home.

“Yeah, you’re okay.” He sighs, pinching Kacchan’s cheek.

There’s a rustling above them, probably the wind, but Izuku perks up regardless. “HELLO?!” He shouts, cupping his hands together, “SENSEI?”

No answer, just a few more moments of noise until it stops.

Izuku’s head flops back onto the stone behind him, frustrated tears brimming in his eyes.

His skull hurts, his legs are numb, and he’s so so tired.

He must black out because he next wakes to the sound of a rock tumbling from above him.

“Hello?” He cries hoarsely, barely audible even to him.

He shifts his head down to check on Kacchan. No noticeable change, and it looks like the bleeding on his head finally stopped. He doesn’t want to check for a pulse.

“Kacchan are you having fun?” He’s only slightly delirious, head swinging around. It’s the only thing he can do.

“Yeah me too. I bet Sensei’s close. ‘N I’ll ask mom to make some. Um,” He pauses, chest squeezing, “Soup. Like when we were kids. Spicy for you, Kacchan.”

Tears slip down his cheeks. He’s not sure why he’s crying, everything is okay..

His head tips down again, and he resigns himself to staring at his legs for the rest of eternity.

Darkness encroaches on his vision, and he uses his remaining strength to thread his fingers through Kacchan’s hair. He can imagine the smell of his quirk, the nostalgic smokey scent that follows him around. A portable campfire, as Kaminari likes to call him.

Izuku smiles to himself, his body slumping to the side.

He’s sure they’ll be fine, he can rest now.

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Katsuki grimace. He wanted to enjoy his fucking drink in peace but some random asshole decided they were the star of the universe and started a fucking ruckus. Not that he can say anything, this is a public inn afterall

" Aren't you great at that card game too" kirishima enquired " why don't you challenge him? That oughta quiet the place down "

" Shuddup " katsuki had no desire to play against some random rookie but people were making too much commotion and it was irking katsuki to put that peasant in his place

Katsuki got up, shoving the excited crowd till he met this so-called champion and challenged him. This guy chose the wrong day to show off

Green eyes met his and katsuki froze in his tracks " deku"

Izuku beamed " kacchan!"

People around stood still, not really understanding what is happening or what should they do

Katsuki grinned. Never in his fucking life did he thought he would be meeting Izuku in this place

How long has it been? Since he last saw Izuku? Decades to the very least. It still makes him as happy as it did back them

" Fuck yeah - I fucking challenge you. Out of 3 wins, right now"

" Oh it's on"

"What are you betting" some random extra frog like said, she must be incharge of keeping peace in this inn

Izuku stood up " for you my darling" he pointed his finger at katsuki, his other hand on his chest " I would bet my everything"

Others cheered and Katsuki rolled his eyes. This fucking sap

Izuku is his legally wedded /husband/. So it doesn't matter if he loses his everything to katsuki. He can just take it back, without any problem. He's just making the game more dramatic, more enjoyable and breath taking for the people around

" Fine. I put my everything on the line as well" katsuki slammed his hand on the table, "it's on"

Spectators went fucking nuts where katsuki and Izuku grinned. This is going to be awesome.

Katsuki won. Mostly because he had few new cards in his collection, good cards, strong ones. Despite his extensive collection, Izuku was as hard to beat as back in the old days. Just as challenging, just as passionate, just as loveable

With every new card he presents, Izuku stared at it with awe. It makes Katsuki think that possibly the nerd was holed up in a place for the past few years and didn't have the chance to win new cards

Katsuki jumped up, chair falling over. He cursed at Izuku, he cursed at the cards, he cursed at the audience as a form of celebration - with middle finger held high and smirk on his lips

Izuku rolled his eyes. Katsuki knows Izuku's irritating with losing is conflicting with his happiness with his husband's win

" Now I demand you to give me your everything"

"Fine, come with me" Izuku narrowed his eyes, smirking

Katsuki licked his lips but before he could leave " is there any fucking extra who wants to challenge their new champion"

It seems only a few were happy with Katsuki's win. This could be because how their new champion's personally is compared to the old one or they could simply be intimidated by katsuki's cards and methods

Whatever the case is, katsuki hardly cares since no extra dared to challenge him. He followed Izuku to get his belongings with satisfaction written all over his face

___

Katsuki entered the double bed room. All the single rooms had been taken, leaving only double rooms behind. But it appears Izuku had no roommates to share the other bed with, unlike katsuki who was sharing his room with kirishima

Other than that, the room was spacious, with great amount of stuff messily put together.the open window is the only source of light so far

Izuku smirked and leaned in for a kiss and katsuki kicked him on the legs

"Hey"

"Don't fucking hey me. Ask me how I am doing, what I am doing. Did you really think I would jump in your arms after you haven't checked on me for a decade, you asshole"

"I thought it's been only 9 years"

Has it? He stopped counting after few years but it felt like a decade, not 9 years

"What are you doing here?" Katsuki stepped forward, wrapping his hands around Izuku's neck. "Does it mean the work is done? The curse has been lifted and you can come home? Come back to me?"

Whether he shows it or not, it truly has been great since they had seen each other And Katsuki had missed him dearly.

Izuku's presence, his company, his love- everything. Perhaps when you've been together with your lover, it's gets hard to tell how much you truly love each other until you stay separated for a long while

This is possibly what kept their long relationship so alive - the anxiety and ugly sadness of departure and exciting happy reunions

This is how their relationship blooms

"No my love" Izuku wrapped his arms around katsuki middle "I'm afraid I need more time"

Katsuki huffed, just when he thought they could be together again "then what are you doing here?"

Izuku hummed " it's a long story. I don't think it would bore you but we could be doing something much more /exciting/" Izuku unbuttoned katsuki's vest, keeping a steady eye contact to see how katsuki reacts

Well if they were to discuss some distressing, shouldn't it be better to do it / after/ some sexy time

" Fine" katsuki kissed Izuku, knowing full well where it would lead

___

What happened next is rather predictable. Katsuki was on his back where Izuku pounded into him like they were old horny teenagers. It was a tight fit- katsuki hadn't stick anything up there in such long time

But the more Izuku fills him up with his cum, the more katsuki's /hunger/ grows

At one point, when he was on the verge of collapsing from Cummings so much, he grabbed Izuku's arm "I want that! Transform, Izuku"

Izuku, sweaty and red, stared at katsuki "you're too tight for that, I'll rip your hole"

"I'll heal immediately, now transform"

"That does not sound enjoyable "

Katsuki rolled over, got on his fours. He reached back and spread his ass cheeks. Hours of fucking left his hole gaping and loose, izuku's cum making it look so wet and slippery "you have no idea what is enjoyable to me"

Katsuki smirked and Izuku was a weak man to his husband

He bit down on Katsuki's neck, gulping down his blood while his body below the navel transforms into his vampire form.

Blood is not necessary for such transformation. It was just a excuse for Izuku to drink katsuki's blood - not that he usually looks for excuses, he simply bits down on katsuki until the blond curses him away

Full transformation to izuku's vampire form may break the roof, it also takes too energy and overall scary - half transformation is just fine for this cause

"Yes" katsuki's eyes shine bright, he spreads his ass more If possible " now fuck me with /that/"

Izuku's vampire true form was over twice the big as his human form- no wonder it's katsuki's favorite. He absolutely loves it when Izuku bounces katsuki on his massive cock, using the blond however Izuku pleased. Nothing gets katsuki off like being used by Izuku

This katsuki however could only take izuku's tip. He came hard right away and passed out. Izuku had to rub himself against Katsuki's body to come all over the blond.

Izuku planted a kiss on Katsuki's lip. Just when he was about to clean his lover, he heard a knock on the door

_______

Katsuki squirmed on his bed " zuzu, pull the curtains" he shielded his eyes from the bright moon light " the moon's in my eyes"

Wait…. The moon is out

Katsuki sprang up from his bed, immediately sitting down cause fuck his ass hurts

"Shit…kirishima"

"Did you just take another man's name on my bed" Izuku narrowed his eyes which made katsuki roll his

"Check my room, should be redhead there. He's a werewolf. The moon is out - you should hurry"

"him?" Izuku pointed at the large creature at the far corner of the room. In the darkness it's hard to see what it is but katsuki think it just might be the werewolf he's worried about

" What the hell is he doing here?"

" He actually followed you here, from downstairs after the game. He thought we had important business so didn't enter the room. But when he heard your noises, he got embarrassed and stayed outside the room till you know -"

Katsuki slapped his palm on his face. Great. shitty hair just heard him moan and scream someone's name. Next time, they meet the yellow haired bard, they would be sure to embarrass him till death

" Afterwards, he explained that he's with you on a mission but won't tell what kind of mission without your permission. Then I explained I'm your husband. He was shocked at our relation because he had not heard of me all three years he was traveling with you but still he refused to go into details. I liked it, you found a good friend"

" Whatever " Izuku is right, he is a good friend " but it's night time. The moon is full. What did you do to him for him to sleep like that"

Katsuki had tried talismans, spells and so many jinx's but that shitty hair still remained a mindless creature driven by instinct in his werewolf form. It still made him mad that he couldn't find appropriate measures for kirishima

" I let him bite a chunk off my flesh. Vampire blood is poisonous. But it's not lethal for werewolves. It still makes them so sick that they start hibernating to preserve their strength to heal their body. I'm sorry, I know it's a painful measure, but I truly don't know what other way to contain him on a full moon night "

" A higher vampire blood " katsuki groaned, this is the only thing he didn't try " you're giving me bunch of your blood"

" Sure, but can't say bringing him in civilization was wise"

"Shuddup " katsuki crawled onto izuku's lap, pressing his head on Izuku's neck, the nerd must have drank from him again, his head feels a little dizzy

" He behaves ok on any other night. It's just the full moon ones that's problem. I had to bring him to civilization. He's been looking for his lover for a long time. He had promised to go back to her before he lost his mind in transformation. But when he woke up, the village was no more. Something attacked them- they died or fleed. He came looking for me for help and Now we're searching river bank villages for her"

Izuku nuzzled katsuki hair, deep in thought " do you think, I mean is there a possibility it was /him/ who attacked? I mean is she even alive?"

Katsuki looked Izuku in the eyes " don't say anything like that in front of him, he doesn't suspect himself one bit" he lowered his gaze, hugging Izuku Tighter " we would look for her until he finds her or gives up. That's the only sensible thing to do "

" Maybe we should have discussed this outside, away from him"

Katsuki sighed " Lemme put my pants on" he squirmed around Izuku's lap, looking for the last bit of that /friction/. Izuku had put a buttplug on him, mostly because Katsuki likes to feel that cum inside as long as he can. It also feels good when it hits that place inside of him.

buttplug is like a cheap entertainment to him, one that he still enjoys

" Before anything, tell me one thing Izuku, you put an actual /buttplug/ right? Not something that looks like it would fit inside me? If it goes up and lost again I swear to god-"

" No no this time it's real. I bought it for you.it has a handle and all"

Katsuki does /not/ trust Izuku when it comes to fricky stuff. He bent down In Front of the nearest mirror, spreading his cheeks apart to see the plug but the mirror was too far up to see anything. He can only feel it and trust it's going to be ok

"And also you're not allowed to wear pants"

"Why?"

"You gambled everything and I won everything - including your pants. And when I saw you're not allowed to wear My Pants, you're not allowed too"

"Can I at least wear underwear?"

"Nope"

_____

Katsuki sat still on the small extension like place In Front of their window. It's small but two people can sit here comfortable if you don't mind your body touching other

Katsuki only wore pants( and buttplug )where Izuku only had a handkerchief around his neck. Katsuki owns Izuku's everything and after bickering for quite a while, Katsuki allowed Izuku to own this handkerchief only. It's too small to cover his /junk/ so he just tied it around his neck like a necktie

He looks hilarious as fuck

But thankfully, it's late enough that nobody is on the street to see izuku's sorry state

" Back to topic" Izuku leaned back " do you think that kirishima -"

" I don't know, he has no memory of the event. I don't know what happened to the girl or villagers but yeah - there's a strong possibility that …." Katsuki huffed " he hard about me from the annoying bard "

" Kaminari?"

" A came looking for me. He wants to look for her. But since he's a werewolf, he's scared that he might hurt somebody. He wanted me to keep him from transformation or maybe still be mindful - like higher werewolves. but I couldn't find solutions for either problem so I'm helping him travel instead. He can't kill me cause I'm fucking immortal and I keep him from hurting others "

" Unless someone distracts you "

" Shuddup '' Katsuki hissed, blushing. " I don't go around sharing my bed with everybody. Today only happened cause of you "

" I fuck you so good that you forgot about your duties? "

"Fuck off " katsuki tried to hit Izuku on the head but the nerd moved before he could " I'm seeing you after 9 years. Wouldn't have happened if you visited me twice a year " katsuki swatted Izuku with his other hand

"I'm sorry "

" At least you could have sent me letters. I didn't know if you were dead or alive for most of of my journey "

" Of course I'm alive? I didn't think that was something I needed to say. Only another higher vampire can kill me and I don't think I've given them any reason to kill me yet"

" I'm talking about natural deaths "

"I'm too young for that"

"Ugh " Katsuki visibly rolled his eyes "as if death follows rules. I could have been dead all these times and you could have returned to my corpse. What then?"

"But you're cursed with immortality. How are you dying "

"Maybe I broke the curse and died- finally "

" You couldn't find a way to break it in last century, how are you breaking it in 9 years?"

Katsuki wanted to push Izuku off the place but the nerd was so heavy that he remained in his seat

"It's just a figure of speech. I'm just saying why didn't you try to communicate with me"

If Izuku had send katsuki letters then katsuki could have sent him letter back because he doesn't have the nerds location

"I know I know, I'm just teasing" Izuku laughed, shivering slightly. Which should be impossible because naked or not, Izuku doesn't feel cold like humans do

"It's just - " Izuku paused. He seemed uncomfortable, as if it's a topic one mustn't ponder

"Something wrong with work?" Katsuki tried to pull Izuku away from the dark corners of his mind that seemed to engulf Izuku as a whole

"The lady I was supposed to see was cursed. Well I thought it was cursed because hairs were growing out of his body, teeth falling, bones bending in weird positions. But later I found out whatever she has, is contagious. It affects any human around her. She turned her parents into spiders, unknowingly of course. Her maids got turned into deformed creatures who dug holes in the estate. Now, even her cat is deformed. Poor girl tried to commit suicide but she keeps coming back to life " Izuku looked at katsuki, eyes pleading "it's been 9 years and I still don't know what to do. The only thing I know that it's spreading "

"What are you doing here then?" Katsuki missed Izuku- yes but if you matter is so serious, he doesn't want Izuku to abandoned the post anyhow

" I wanted to see you. I felt so hopeless that" Izuku gulped "I needed comfort or courage, I needed you, kacchan. So I headed back home. Destiny is funny cause we ended up meeting in this place, thank goodness "

" Who's looking after them at this moment then?"

" they are hibernating. Every residence hibernates the entirety of winter. Even so, they are kind of locked in their personal jail cell…"

Katsuki stared at Izuku, the nerd has never looked so miserable and it's squeezing his own hurt in upsetting ways

" The nerd I love never gives us"

" Oh I would never give up" Izuku turned to Katsuki, the light back on those eyes " I'm lifting this curse, disease whatever, either it's going down or outlives me"

"Guess I should help you research "

" Absolutely not, you may be immortal but you're still human. If she turns into a worm, I am NOT sleeping with you "

" You asshole "

" Might still love you though "

"How can you love me but not sleep with me?"

"I love our pet bird too, never saw me sleeping with her"

"It's not the same"

"It kinda is"

A sound broke their fight and Izuku immediately jumped back inside. A little black cat emerged and katsuki started laughing like crazy "you coward"

"I'm not a coward! I'm naked"

"Coward"

"Stop it"

Katsuki kept laughing, making fun of Izuku for jumping like that. But for his carelessness in ridiculing his husband, he slipped and fall from the fourth floor

"Fuck"

Now it was izuku's turn to laugh like crazy. Yeah- he did help katsuki back on his feet but only after he was done laughing

"The gates are locked. Get me back up there "Katsuki grabbed his head. He feels slightly dizzy but he blames Izuku sucking his blood instead of the fall he suffered

"About that, why don't we go for a walk? We don't really need sleep " Izuku handed Katsuki a dress shirt. Katsuki noticed how Izuku was dressed now. He still wore the handkerchiefs around his neck

"At this hour? The wraiths will be down our throats "

"They stay away from me, remember?"

Oh yeah they do

" Fine, but for fucks sake stop drinking my blood. You're a recovering addict "

Katsuki doesn't mind Izuku sucking his blood. Izuku used to do that everyday back home. But blood to vampire is like alcohol to human, they don't need it to survive, it's purely for pleasure and so so addicting

"But kacchan you taste the best! I'll be staying with you for some days before I can go anyway. so why not enjoy my delicacy "

"Then fucking what? You're going back soon anyway. Whose blood will you be drinking"

"Guess I'll have a reason to come back to you"

Katsuki sighed, he really can't argue with that logic

"Fucking sap, let's go on this walk of yours "

" After you my beloved "

"Wait lemme pull out my butt plug first "

#dkbk fic #bnha #vampire #smut

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useless-fanfictions · 1 year

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Distraction | Transmasc Izuku

//ANGST//

TW: internalized transphobia, dysphoria, self hatred, (past and current) self harm, panic attack, mentions of past abuse/bullying,

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki/Midoryia Izuku Tags: hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, poor self-esteem issues, body dysphoria, other potentially triggering topics (full list of tags on Ao3) Summary: The one where Kirishima and Kaminari unknowingly trigger something harmful for Izuku Midoryia. Good thing his Kacchan is there when he needs him.

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"Oh no way, I didn't know 'Izuku' was a nickname!" Kirishima says cheerily, getting Izuku's attention.

"What do you mean?" Denki asks, peering over the redhead's shoulder.

It was like watching a train wreck once Izuku's brain pieced the parts together. They had his student progress report; which had his student information like his ID number, his dorm room number, and his name. His legal name.

Not the one that he introduced himself as, not the one he chose but the one his mom did. When she'd been choosing for her daughter, not her son.

"Wait—" Izuku really tried to stop them, to reach forward and snatch the paper from their hands but his body remained frozen.

"Dude your full name sounds like a girl's name," Denki teases. His voice is light and the grin that stretches his mouth open is infectious.

To everyone else it is; just not Izuku.

Not Izuku who is in the process of being outed right now.

"I—" he stammers, tongue going numb with the dread he feels circulating his body instead of oxygen, probably because he's pretty sure he's forgotten how to breathe. How to take in the air he needs when his lungs feel like they are no longer organs but vacuum sealed bags.

He barely registers anyone or anything else going on except the two staring at the paper in Kirishima’s hands. He'd probably just grabbed it to innocently look at Izuku's progress, so it is his own fault for not keeping a better eye on the papers that have his legal information.

"What's going on?" A familiar voice comes up to them. It's Kacchan.

Izuku wraps his arms around his middle, hugging himself. He hasn't felt the need to do this in a while. It is a self-comfort, he used to do it a lot in middle school, and it is a way to hide himself and his body.

They didn't need to see it anyway. They didn't need to see the impression of his chest under his binder, they didn't need to see the trim of his waist, the curve of his hips; nor did they get to see the way his lower lip trembled in fear, so he bit down on it hard.

He's been passing enough for people to not suspect anything. He was able to meet all of these people and introduce himself as Izuku after waiting so long and now it was going to all come crashing in on itself. He doesn't even know anyone's stance on trans people; having never gotten the courage to actually ask.

His breathing picked up, the tightness restricting his chest forcing him into shorter breaths. His pulse felt like it was rushing right into his ears, making everything sound a little bit muffled.

"Dek- Izuku?"

Izuku flinches when Kacchan slides into his line of sight, standing right in front of him. Oh shit, he looks so concerned.

When Izuku glances behind him, he sees twin looks of confusion on the others' faces as well. Izuku hadn't realized that he'd been panicking so visibly.

"Hey man, we were just teasing. We didn't know—"

Izuku felt tears well up in his eyes and he knows he needs to get out of there. He reaches out, not standing that far away actually, and snatches the offending paper that started this all.

He can't help but gasp out, "there's a reason it's a girl's name. But it is not my name."

With that, he whips around and storms right out of the room. His legs carry him back to his own room while his fingers dig ruthlessly into the flesh on his arms. His nails, bitten sharp, cut the skin and the burning sensation works to clear his head a little.

He just needs to breathe.

Once behind his closed door, he drags his fingernails down his right arm while his other hand digs around for one of his big hoodies.

He doesn't always wear them, but they are effective when it comes to hiding his revolting body.

His arm stings but he finally wrenches the grey sweatshirt from the bottom of his dirty clothes hamper. It's nauseating, he's disgusting for wearing dirty clothes but he hasn't been able to do some laundry in a while.

While he's taking off his school uniform shirt, pointedly not facing the mirror hanging on the bathroom door, he tightens his binder. It is the type that clips on the side, he clips to the tightest setting.

It makes breathing even more difficult, he feels the constriction like constant pressure, but it makes him look flatter. When he looks down at his feet before slipping the hoodie on, he barely sees any sort of mass and that soothes a bit of the burning in his brain. Especially when he slips the sweatshirt on and his body practically disappears.

He still can't settle down, his mind too much of a flurry and his emotions too high-strung. He paces back and forth in his room, rethinking what had happened.

They'd just gotten their progress reports back, and when Izuku had gotten up to throw some junk papers away, Kirishima had been going around to see how everyone was doing. Izuku had even heard him say something about jumping up two whole ranks in the class so he wanted to see who elses' changed.

It was harmless. Kirishima doesn't even have a malicious bone in his body, Izuku is sure.

It was Izuku's job to keep track of his own things, and not leave them lying on his desk for just anyone to see (even if it was flipped over).

He is stupid! So stupid, how could get be so inattentive to something like this?

The burning in his brain and the panic in his lungs spike again, making it even more difficult to exist. They're all going to find out and he knows, he just knows that someone is going to not agree, to be so hateful as to call him the wrong name and misgender him. They're going to do it and then people are going to laugh at him again.

It's going to be middle school all over again.

Back then, right after he'd cut his hair short and asked to be called the new name, his classmates started to tease him. They would purposely misgender him, poke at his body (especially his chest), and say crude and terrible things to and about him. It was constant and abusive; he hated it so much.

Kacchan was the only person who never said anything. He didn't particularly stand up for Izuku, but he didn't participate either. They were at odd ends at that time, so Izuku never really expected him to. He was the only one who actually respected Izuku's gender at that point, Kacchan used his right name and pronouns before even his own mother did.

Kacchan has and always will be a lot of things, but thankfully he isn't a transphobe.

Izuku couldn't say the same for the rest of his current class. He just didn’t know them enough yet.

He can't go back to that... it was such a bad time for Izuku. He'd taken so much out on himself, body covered in the scars to prove it. He just can't; he's trying to be a hero for Christ's sake! Heroes don't do that to themselves...

But he's not a hero yet, the evil and ugly voice in the back of his head croons. It aches for him to pick up the habit again, to turn against his body more than his mind already has. Other than this moment, it's been rather quiet since the new school year started.

The last bit of his middle school and the little bit of summer that they got in between was spent bulking up and following All Might's instructions. He was training to gain the man's quirk, but oh boy did he like the way his body was changing. He'd also gotten on testosterone during those months, so his body weight placement changed and his voice dropped. For the first time in a long while he'd felt a bit better about his body.

Going into the new school, the only ones that knew his secret were Kacchan, All Might, and the school staff. His record had to have his legal name still, but he'd talked to all his teachers beforehand and they had all used the right pronouns and name.

Not until now, his new school life has been peaceful, easy. The only part that contradicted that was when they moved into the dorms, they weren't sure which side to put him and Izuku had begged and pleaded. He had to come in on his time off and he and his mother had to sign some extra confidentiality and consent forms, but other than that it had been smooth sailing. Izuku either waits until the locker room is empty or changes in the bathroom stalls. If any of the others have noticed it, they haven't said anything about it.

Now he wasn't so lucky to have such a peaceful mind.

He knows what it would take to soothe the ache, though. Hell, he'd already started by clawing at his arms. He might as well go all the way to numb his brain.

Down in the bottom of the drawer next to his bedside table, underneath random junk and manga books, lies a smooth little box with razor blades inside. Izuku pulls it out and his hand shakes a little, he sets it on the top of the table and starts to take his pants off. Doing it on his arms is too risky now, but almost never are his legs exposed.

He sits on the floor, legs set out in front of him and reaches for one of the blades.

Right as his fingers grip the metal, there is a knock on his door. It causes Izuku to freeze up.

Too much of his body is exposed, and he can't let anyone else know that he does this— Before his mind could panic further, there is a voice on the other side.

"Izuku?" It's Kacchan. "You okay, nerd?"

Izuku wraps his arms around his middle again, the blade pressing uncomfortably into his palm, and doesn't respond. Maybe he'll just go away if Izuku's lucky.

Turns out he's not.

"Izuku, I know you're in there. If you don't answer I'm coming in."

Izuku balks for a moment, scrambling to figure out what to say. "I'm-m okay!"

He doesn't hear anything in response for a moment and Izuku thinks it might have worked. But then the doorknob turns and Kacchan is suddenly there.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Izuku shouts, immediately curling his legs up and trying to hide himself from view. He is only in his underwear after all. "Get out!"

"I need to make sure you're okay..." Kacchan's observant and sharp eyes look over the boy in front of him. Izuku bites his lip when he watches his gaze lock onto something next to him, on the table.

It's the open box of blades.

"...which you obviously aren't." His voice is soft and reserved, eyebrows tilted down as he closes the door behind him and approaches Izuku like he would a little animal that is easily spooked. "You haven't done that again, have you?"

Oh, right. He forgot Kacchan knew about his dirty little habit. He'd broken down one day a year or so ago and told Kacchan he'd never be able to hurt him any more than Izuku had hurt himself already. Guess the blonde was smart enough to fill in the blanks from there.

"No," Izuku’s voice is small, barely a whisper.

Kacchan walks slowly closer and closer, he kneels down next to Izuku. They aren't touching, but his presence is comforting.

"But you were going to, weren't you?" That same quiet tone that is strict enough to leave no room for bullshit but full of enough solace to not be startling.

Izuku, too full of shame to speak, simply nods his head.

"Can I have your items please?"

At first, Izuku doesn't move. He doesn't want to give over his blades because then he won't have a way to do what he needs to. His brain was already clouding again with the nastiness he feels towards himself, completely shrouding the logical part of him.

He needs the ache on his body, the tear of his flesh, and the sense of numbness that invades every inch of his being every time he gives in. He needs it. Kacchan can't take that away from him.

"Izuku, please," he whispers, eyes shining at him when Izuku finally braves a look at the blond's face.

Izuku is frozen, still hugging his legs to his chest and squeezing the one blade in his hand. He looks away, down at the floor in front of him. He can't, he can't, he can't—

Kacchan slowly, still acting like fast movements could spook Izuku even more (which was probable while in his current state of mind), and reaches over to the table to snatch the box.

"Is this all of them?" he asks after taking a quick glance inside before clicking it shut.

Izuku doesn't answer again, his silence telling.

"Izuku," his voice still quiet but his tone stern. "Give it."

He can't fight him, he can't do anything but cave. He unfurls his hand, brining it out and away from his body. There are little pinpricks of blood in his palm but Izuku can't really feel that pain. He needs more of it anyway.

There is a part of him, the nasty and clouded part, that can't help but rear its head up a little to spite Kacchan's care. He whispers, voice emotionless and tired sounding, "I'll just find something else to use."

"Mhm," Kacchan hums, dropping the last blade into the box and pocketing it himself.

Izuku's eyes track the movement closely.

Then he is speaking again, "not if I don't let you."

Izuku just shrugs, again with minimal effort. Kacchan's presence has slowed down his panic, but now the crippling weight of his fatigue hits him tenfold. He doesn't have the energy to continue this conversation. It is much too early to sleep, but he definitely doesn’t want to do anything even remotely productive today. He powers through anyway. "What are you going to do, stay here all night?"

Kacchan's response is immediate. "Yes, if I have to."

Izuku's eyes widen. Kacchan? In his room? All night? That hasn’t happened since they were really little.

Not only would that be against the school rules, they have a curfew for a reason, but that would also be breaking some of the additional agreements he'd signed to be allowed on the boys' side of the dorms.

There is a large part that doesn't actually care enough about any of that. The part that aches for any scrap of comfort he can get.

"You can't," he tries anyway. He is scared of how disastrous it would be if he broke his agreement, if they forced him into the girls’ dorms…

"I don't care." Kacchan stands up and stretches a little, doing a full circle and looking around his room real quick. Then he turns back to Izuku after the sweep and asks, "do you have anything else in here that you could use?"

Izuku shakes his head honestly. His blades are his preference anyway, that and his nails he supposes. But those won't do nearly enough like he wants. So yes, his answer is honest.

"Okay good, I will be right back. You better not lock that door behind me, Izuku, or I swear I will blast it down."

His tone was bordering on terrifying, so Izuku just nods and promises not to move.

Kacchan nods his head one more time, glancing back at Izuku as he closes the door behind him, and then disappears into the hallway.

So Izuku is just left alone with his thoughts. Which hasn’t been as good as of lately.

He lets his legs fall back down onto the ground, cursing the way his thighs jiggle as they settle. He doesn’t have as much of an issue with the fat on his body as he does with how feminine it looks. He absent-mindedly traces the old lines on his legs, still aching to fulfill the darkest parts of his brain.

All of this isn’t something new to Izuku, he’s been harboring this amount of self-loathing for as long as he’s been conscious it feels like. It’s only been a couple of years since he’s known why though; having that gender identity crisis was definitely fun. A lot of pieces fell into place once that realization settled.

Kacchan was the first he told. Their middle school lives had always been turbulent, that much was obvious, but they were still closer than most people. Yes, Kacchan told him the meanest of things about his lack of a quirk, but when it came to his gender or his mental illness, Kacchan strangely listened.

He remembers the day that he told Kacchan, they were just entering middle school then. Kacchan had tossed him into a wall and taunted him with something about crying like a little girl. And Izuku had just told him to stop calling him that, to stop calling him a girl because that’s not what he is. Kacchan just understood, they shared a moment.

“How did Auntie react?” he’d asked, voice getting quieter. They were standing in an alleyway on the way home, away from anyone’s prying eyes and ears.

Izuku’s lower lip wobbled and he just shakes his head. Inko had been very resistant at first… but that is definitely something that he shouldn’t dwell on at the moment, not when he’s already having a low.

As dangerous as that is that Kacchan left him alone, it isn't for very long.

In under five minutes, Kacchan is back and has changed out of his school uniform, and has his backpack slung over a shoulder.

Izuku, still sitting on the floor but now with his legs crossed like a pretzel, watches as the blond sets his bag down with a huff and looks around the room, hands on his hips casually. The sight of it isn’t an unwelcomed or new one, but it is still a little awe-inspiring: even with their newly patched relationship, Izuku never thought that Kacchan would be the one to comfort him this intimately.

He asks timidly, "wha'cha bring?"

Kacchan looks down at his discarded bag and then back at Izuku, "some homework I was planning on doing this afternoon, an extra pair of underwear, my toothbrush, deodorant, and my Switch."

Izuku nods, a little absent-mindedly, and asks another question that is a tad more nerve-wracking. "You really did bring overnight stuff?"

As soon as the question is out, his hand drags up to his mouth to pick anxiously at his lower lip, the skin is cracked and peeling already from how often he chews on it.

"I'm prepared to be here for as long as you need..." he looks away while he says it, but Izuku doesn't miss the way his ears seem a little brighter with an embarrassed blood blush.

"Oh..." Izuku looks down shyly for a moment. He wiggles his toes just for something to distract him so he isn't staring at the scars on his thighs. His legs are hairy, and it no longer looks so thin and light and feminine looking like when he first stopped shaving. Being on testosterone for quite a few months will do that.

But still, Izuku sees the way his toes point and the shape of his thick thighs (even with the redistribution of fat in his body) his legs still look feminine to him. Especially tonight when he is experiencing such a low. He hates it.

He closes his eyes and sighs, wanting more than anything to just not have to see any part of his own body at all. It's too repulsive. He's not even sure why Kacchan keeps looking at him.

"You oka—"

"Can we just do something?" Izuku interrupts, carefully cutting off the blond's question so he doesn't have to answer him. He knows that if he doesn’t focus on something else then he will only continue to sink lower and lower. "Maybe not homework, but something, anything else. I don't want to think or look at my disgusting body, I need a distraction.” He ends his little speech with a huff and he rests his forehead on his knees, eyes still shut tightly.

"Your body isn't disgusting."

Izuku folds in on himself. Oh how wrong you are, Kacchan, he thinks mercilessly. He knows that no matter what the other boy says now, Izuku will never not see his own body as an ugly prison of flesh and bones; something he is trapped in and no matter how he alters it there will always be someone somewhere to remind him that he is nothing but a freak; he will never be normal.

“Izuku…” his voice is closer. Izuku can hear his knees pop when he crouches down. It isn’t a second later that there is a soft but hesitant touch on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, Kacchan,” he whispers, still unmoving and with tears dripping through the creases of his closed eyelids. He is pathetic and crying again, his emotions always getting the best of him like some whiny girl.

A girl. Fuck.

“No, it’s not. Do you just wanna play some games?” Kacchan tries again. When he doesn’t get an immediate no for an answer he pushes on. “Come on, let’s get up on the bed and we’ll play something.”

Izuku is reluctant, but only because he is trying to hide his tears. Kacchan, who is gentle yet forceful (which is exactly what Izuku needs), picks his face up and wipes the tears off of Izuku’s cheeks himself.

The move is so comforting and it efficiently knocks down all of the walls he’d been trying to put up. He tries not to think about why Kacchan is so good at getting into his head. Instead, he just lets the blond hold his face and he stares back at him with watery eyes.

With those walls now demolished, he lets the bad thoughts slip out: “do I look like a girl to you?”

Kacchan’s answering smile is immediate, “of course not.”

Izuku drops his face more into his warm palms and the thumb of Kacchan’s right hand brushes softly across his cheek again, but it is useless because the tears are still falling. They fall faster than he can wipe them away, Izuku can’t help that he is such a bad crier.

“Come on,” Kacchan speaks tenderly, “up on the bed.”

Izuku picks himself up, Kacchan stepping back to give him room to do so, and they both transition to the bed after he stops to dig his gaming system out of his backpack.

At first, Izuku wonders if they are just going to sit side-by-side and play on his gaming console (which they absolutely have before), but then Kacchan reclines against the headboard, propping himself up on Izuku’s pillows, and opens his arms. Izuku just stops and stares, still standing in just his hoodie and boxers.

“Is-is this okay?” Kacchan asks, arms drooping in self-doubt. They always respond to each other’s emotions and sentiments quicker than with anyone else’s.

“Yeah— are you okay with it?” Izuku shoots back, nervousness dripping from his entire being. They have sat close together in the past, their relationship patched a lot since their middle school days, but never have they cuddled so… close… before, certainly never anything like this.

Kacchan’s face drops the worry and the start of what looks like a potential smile. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to.”

Izuku steps up to the edge of the bed and sets a knee down, still very nervous. He doesn’t know what to do or where to put any part of his body. There is a part of him that is excited though: cuddles with Kacchan? Hell yeah!

And like the vicious cycle it is, his mind tricks itself into flipping it back around with the ugly thought of in order to cuddle him, he will have to touch your gross body.

It has him stopping cold.

“What—” Of course he caught on, Izuku’s face and posture broadcast all of his emotions like a movie screen. Especially his eyes, he can’t hide anything.

“Are you sure that you’re sure, I don’t want you to have to feel—”

Kacchan rolls his eyes, the act playful, and reaches forward to grab his arm. As Izuku is being yanked forward, he hears, “yes, dumb nerd. As sappy as this shit sounds, I want to cuddle you so c’mere.”

Izuku laughs at the display and the teasing tone, not exactly registering what was said until he is settling his back against Kacchan’s chest. His mood spikes again, for the first time since it had originally tanked, he feels something akin to jittery. It has his heart beating quicker and his stomach a mess of butterflies. He blurts out, “wait what?”

“Don’t think too hard on that one,” Kacchan mutters, arms wrapping around Izuku’s side, forcing him to face forward again to avoid the conversation.

He has his Switch in his hand and he shifts enough so that he can hold onto both sides of the joycons that are attached to the system with Izuku sitting in front of him. He has the home screen loaded up and Izuku sees the last few games he’s been playing. He has a couple of the main games and a few smaller, more unknown games

Izuku watches him carefully as he slides over to the console’s full game library and leans his mouth down to Izuku’s ear to ask him, “so what do you want to play?”

Izuku does not own a Switch, he never has before. He grew up in a two-bedroom apartment with his mother and they relied solely on her income. He didn’t grow up with enough money to afford a gaming console like this. Which he is fine with, he knows his mother tries her very best to give what she can to her son and he will be forever grateful for that. Even now that he is making his own money working at his work-study, he hasn’t had the time to consider going out and buying his own.

All of that being said, Izuku still knows a ton of the mainstream games from the online presence and from the very one in front of him. Kacchan lets him play his Switch enough to know what all of the games are that he has on there, and yet, every time he needs to just mellow out he chooses the same game every time:

“Animal Crossing?” Izuku asks apprehensively, as if this will be the time that he is told no.

“Yeah, sure, we can check up on our island,” he says so casually, flicking over to the game and loading it up.

Our island. Izuku sighs and leans back harder against the boy behind him, resting his head on his collarbone. The warmth of Kacchan is everywhere, wrapped around him and unknowingly cradling the raw parts of his brain that Izuku wishes he didn’t have to carry around. Just his very existence soothes the ache from the sharp edges that Izuku has pointed toward himself. Kacchan doesn’t have to do anything except be there and Izuku doesn’t let that go unappreciated.

He hums softly when he is asked if he is comfortable.

Kacchan doesn’t ask if he is okay for the rest of the night because he knows what the answer will be. He doesn’t ask Izuku about any of the bad things that he thought about today. Instead, they played Animal Crossing for a little while (Izuku’s favorite villager in the game is Marshall because he reminds him of Kacchan). Then moved on to Mario Kart which they took turns on, and Izuku definitely played fair and didn’t mess with the buttons and screen while it was Kacchan’s turn.

After they get a little sick of the games, they do manage to work on their homework; both of them being in the higher ranks of their class for a reason. For this, they separate so that Izuku can use his desk and Kacchan stays on the bed.

When it came to food, Kacchan left again while Izuku played some more games and waited for him to bring up two containers of food.

At the end of the night is when both of them got a little awkward. Sleeping arrangements weren’t something that Izuku had thought of a ton while they hung out for the night, but ultimately Kacchan decided that the floor would be good enough and if Izuku ever needed anything he was right there to wake.

Even though Izuku felt significantly colder than he’d been during the cuddling, he was still reassured that nothing bad was going to happen with the boy sleeping on his floor so close by.

“Good night, Kacchan,” Izuku whispered.

A sigh that Izuku plainly heard the smile through, “‘Night, Nerd.”

Author's Note:

Thank you so much for reading! All comments and kudos are appreciated {♥‿♥} Remember, be safe and patient with yourself. No matter who you are or what your body looks like, you are loved and need to respect the body you exist in. Writing is a way that I vent and this is a product of some negative emotions that I have been feeling, so here is this! That being said, please be cautious when reading fics like this.

Hope you are having a good night/day!

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A Marriage of Inconvenience - Part 6

His mother hadn’t been exaggerating. While he and Katsuki joined dance line after dance line it seemed the attention was always on them. He wasn’t sure what the whispered conversations were about, but he guessed a good many people were debating all the scandalous rumors around them coupled with their possessive behavior tonight.

He was surprised by how little he actually cared. He knew his father and mother would disagree later on their way home and Izuku would probably get an earful from them, but right at this moment, he didn’t care.

Not when he had Katsuki’s hand in his, his eyes on him, and a small pleased smile aimed at him. Nothing else mattered for the rest of the night, which sadly ended much too soon for Izuku’s liking.

The Iida family once again saw all of them off at the exit again and this time Tenya pulled him aside.

“I regret that we didn’t get to talk tonight. Would it be possible to visit sometime this coming week? Or are you and your family otherwise occupied?”

“The wedding preparations are going to be in full swing soon, but I don’t know how involved I will be in those.”

It was a simple fact and neither Tenya nor Izuku said anything more about the subject. The wedding was to be prepared by the Alpha groom and the Omega bride’s family. It was a fact of life and while Izuku would try to make his voice be heard he wasn’t sure just how much his father was willing to listen. After all, he had said and done, Izuku’s marriage was still a tool for him and Izuku would do well not to forget that over the unexpected concessions his father had made towards Izuku’s happiness.

“I will call ahead then to make sure you are available and with an appropriate chaperone when I visit,” Tenya continued.

“I look forward to receiving your missive then,” Izuku answered and with one last bow, he and his family left the estate and waited for their carriage to arrive. The rain was still coming down and many nobles were idling around on the porch and front steps to use the overhang of the roof to try and stay dry.

Izuku felt himself shiver, a combination of the late hour, the dreadful weather, and the exhausting night creeping up on him. Suddenly, a warm suit jacket was draped over his shoulders and instantly he felt warmer as a familiar spicy scent enveloped him.

Eyes wide, he whirled around to come face to face with Katsuki, Mitsuki and Masaru standing just behind him. Both were trying and failing to hide their amused smiles at their son’s antics.

“Thank you, Kacchan,” Izuku whispered and Katsuki nodded, his eyes a bit averted. He didn’t move away from where he was standing though. Together, their families waited in silence, the knowing smiles and whispers around them fading away into the darkness and rain. Izuku was itching to reach out and feel Katsuki under his hands again, but now that they were outside and the ball was over it wouldn’t be as appropriate anymore and he could feel his parent's stares burning into his neck. He had already pushed his luck enough for one night.

It didn’t take long before their carriage arrived and Izuku made to shrug out of Katsuki’s suit jacket but the Alpha shook his head.

“Keep it. I’ll collect it when I visit next.”

“But-!”

“Izuku,” Katsuki said and gave him a heated look. “Keep it on.”

With a flushed face, Izuku nodded and pulled the jacket tighter around himself. The servants opened the umbrellas for them and with one last glance and a parting bow, he followed his family down the steps and into his carriage.

He could hear his parents talk, clearly discussing all the things that had happened at the ball, but Izuku wasn’t listening. His mind was still back on the steps of the Iida estate. He buried deeper into the jacket, inhaling the soothing scent of his chosen Alpha and he felt his eyes slide shut. His dreams were filled with blond hair, red eyes, and hands that were warm and gentle on his waist.

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His father had a lot of things to say about the ball. Thankfully, most of them weren’t about Izuku’s behavior. It did make for enough conversation to last them several days though. Tenya had made good on his promise and visited the Midoriya estate as soon as the weather allowed it.

His parents sadly weren’t available since they were out to visit town and several shops to prepare for the wedding, but Izuku wasn’t all that sad about it. It gave him the opportunity to speak more openly with his friend, even though they were conscious about the servant that served as their chaperone in the background.

“I do admit to being surprised at the news of your engagement,” Tenya admitted while Izuku served their tea. “I would never have guessed that Lord Bakugou would propose to you. But I must say, after observing both of you at the ball I can see the obvious fondness you two have for each other. It is an excellent match for you, my dear friend, and I wish you nothing but happiness for your future.”

“Thank you,” Izuku said with a smile. Tenya had always been a formal man, following the rules of etiquette more closely than anyone else Izuku had ever met, but he was also honest and loyal to a fault and Izuku knew he could always count on him if he needed to.

“I was a bit surprised as well. At first, I thought he just wanted to rekindle our estranged friendship, but the longer we spent together the more I fell for him and I was honored and happy to receive his proposal.” Even though the order in which he presented their courtship at had been a lie, the contents weren’t.

He hadn’t been falling for Katsuki when he proposed to him, but now he was sure there was no other course his life could’ve taken. He knew in his heart there was no other Alpha for him and he would choose Katsuki again and again. And he knew Katsuki felt something for him too.

‘I adore you’, he had said at the ball and Izuku’s stomach still erupted in butterflies when he thought back to that night. The suit jacket was still upstairs in Izuku’s room and more often than not he fell asleep in his nest with his face buried in the fabric that still smelled like Katsuki.

Tenya didn’t stay for long after they had taken their tea and Izuku went back to his studies after. But he had barely sat back down in the library when the servant reappeared at his door and informed him that new guests were calling on him. Excitement coursed through him at the possibility of it being Katsuki and he quickly checked his appearance in the mirror before hurrying back down into the sitting room.

He was severely disappointed and slightly horrified when their servant called out different names.

“Introducing Earl Shigaraki and his son, Lord Shigaraki.”

Izuku watched numbly as the door opened and both men walked in and greeted him with a bow. He just barely managed to return the gesture without making a fool out of himself. His stomach churned with nerves, but he noted with relief that not only one but two servants were now in the room with him and his guests.

“My Lords,” Izuku said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Welcome to our home. I’m afraid my father and mother are not present at the current time and will only return in the evening.”

“Oh, don’t worry, my young boy,” Lord Shigaraki said with a smug smile. “We’re in no hurry. I’m sure you can keep us entertained until your father arrives home again.”

Izuku gave him a forced smile.

“Of course, my Lord. It will be my pleasure. Please, take a seat while I fetch something for us from the kitchens.”

“I’m sure some of your servants are capable of fetching us refreshments. Please, sit with us.”

Izuku swallowed and exchanged glances with the maid standing behind the Shigarakis.

“Yes, my Lord.”

What followed was one of the tensest afternoons Izuku had ever lived through. Not only were the questions Lord Shigaraki asked him borderline rude and invasive but Tomura Shigaraki tended to wander around the room, casually leaving his scent all over the place. One time he was circling the couch Izuku was sitting on like a shark, his wrist lightly skimming the cushions behind Izuku’s head. He was surrounded by hostile scents and his inner Omega was borderline distressed.

He was grateful for the head servant of the house not leaving the room once, even though Izuku knew he had duties elsewhere. He stood at the door, always visible to everyone in the room, and never let his eyes stray from Izuku. His presence was a comfort for him and helped him through the stilted conversation.

It was a relief when his parents finally arrived back home. Both of them were more than just startled at finding the Shigarakis in their home. Since it was getting late and Lord Shigaraki had important business to discuss with his father, they were invited to stay for dinner. Izuku excused himself from their presence as soon as possible, claiming to freshen up a bit before dinner was to be served.

He practically ran to his room and locked his door before furiously scrubbing at his skin and clothing with water and soap. As hard as he tried he couldn’t get the scent of Tomura out of his nose and in his desperation he buried his face against Katsuki’s jacket. As always, the Alpha’s scent worked in calming him down, but Izuku’s heart sank as he realized the scent was getting weaker each day. He just hoped Katsuki would return to him soon. Izuku desired nothing more than to speak with him and to let his brash and honest personality calm his mind.

Dinner was just as awkward an affair as the afternoon had been. His father and mother tried to make polite conversation, but Lord Shigaraki was more interested in continuing his questioning of Izuku. Tomura said very little and kept himself entertained by staring at Izuku. It made the Omega’s skin crawl.

After dinner, his father and Lord Shigaraki retired to his father’s study while Izuku and his mother sat down with Tomura for a game of cards. At one point he expressed his wish to hear Izuku perform on the pianoforte and both Izuku and his mother couldn’t refuse him without seeming rude, so Izuku complied with his wish.

Time ticked on and the hour grew late. Finally, Hisashi reappeared in the sitting room, a tired expression on his face. He declared his and Lord Shigaraki’s business as unfinished and that it would be horribly inconsiderate to send him and his son home at such a late hour. Both of them were offered rooms to stay for the night and Izuku’s heart sank.

Shortly after their guests were shown to their room, Izuku retired as well. For the first time in his life, he felt unsafe in his home while guests were only a few doors down. When there was a knock on his door he jumped, his heart racing.

“Izuku?” his mother’s voice rang out and he let out a sigh of relief. “Can I come in?”

He hurried over and opened the door and his mother gave him a small smile, a candle in her hand.

“I just wanted to inform you that Katsuki will be visiting us tomorrow. We met up with him and Mitsuki in town at the tailor. He should be here shortly after breakfast. I didn’t want to talk about it with our esteemed guests present.”

“Thank you, mother,” Izuku whispered and she gently patted his cheek. Then something dark flickered over your face.

“I know your father wants you to keep your door unlocked at night, but I think just for today we can make an exception to that rule. Just to be on the safe side.”

“Yes, mother,” Izuku answered and pressed a quick kiss against her cheek in thanks. “Sleep well.”

“You too, my darling,” she whispered before turning around to leave for her own room. Izuku closed the door and turned the key in the lock. It was safer to keep the door unlocked at night in case of emergency and Izuku had never questioned his father’s decision for it. But he would be lying if he didn’t admit to breathing a bit easier with the extra barrier in place.

It still took him hours to fall asleep, tossing and turning, his arms clutched around Katsuki’s suit jacket which was terribly wrinkled at this point. He felt a bit bad about it, but something in his mind was sure Katsuki would appreciate knowing it had seen good use. Maybe he would also appreciate Izuku’s scent which had started to seep into the fabric by now.

It felt like he had barely fallen asleep before he was startled out of his restless slumber by a sound at his door. He kept himself perfectly still and listened and then he heard it again.

Someone was trying to open his door.

With growing horror he watched the doorknob turn, but the door didn’t budge. The lock was still closed. The door rattled a bit before there was a sound of metal on metal and Izuku’s heart started racing. Was someone trying to pick his lock?

As quietly as he could, he slipped out of bed and tiptoed over to the door. The key was slowly being pushed out of the door and he noticed a piece of cloth had been slipped through the gap underneath his door. Someone was trying to get the key to fall down so they could pull it out to the other side.

Carefully, he grabbed the key and pulled it out of the lock. The noise on the other side of the door stopped.

“Izuku,” the voice of Tomura Shigaraki said from the other side. “Open the door.”

Izuku clamped a hand against his mouth in horror to dampen his loud, hectic breathing. His eyes darted around the room and landed on his dresser. It was heavy but he was confident he could move it.

“Izuku, what are you doing? Open the door or I will.” Tomura was still whispering but Izuku ignored his voice. He tried to be as silent as possible as he pushed the heavy piece of furniture against his door. It was not an easy task and Izuku knew he would get an earful from both of his parents for the scratches on the wooden flooring, but he knew he had no other choice.

Just as he had pushed it into place there was another click from the lock, signaling that the door was now unlocked. The doorknob was turned and the door opened.

Or at least, it tried to open. It was stopped by the heavy dresser and Izuku could hear Tomura curse just outside.

“Omega, open this door right now,” he growled out and Izuku could smell the Alpha’s pheromones filter into the room from the crack in the door and let out a scared whimper. He backed up toward the other side of the room and hid behind his bed. He pulled Katsuki’s jacket down to the floor with him and slid underneath his bed. It was dusty and dirty but it was better than being out in the open with a threat looming over him.

It took several minutes before he could hear the retreating footsteps of the would-be intruder outside but still, Izuku didn’t dare emerge from his hiding space. The hours ticked by and Izuku could feel the cold surrounding him. He curled up into a ball and covered as much of himself as possible with the jacket, but still, he didn’t dare come out again. His Omega was still screaming at him that he was in danger, that there was a hostile Alpha ready to claim him, and that he needed to run and hide.

When morning came and the rest of the house woke up, Izuku was still hiding underneath the bed. He knew he had to come out, he had to remove his dresser and open his door, but he was still frozen in fear. Distantly, a part of his brain remembered the whispers he had heard about Omegas who had dropped so severely they had died from shock. He knew his fear-induced drop wasn’t that bad, but it was still hard for him to get his muscles to cooperate.

Slowly, he inched out from underneath his bed and sat on the floor next to it. One after the other, he stretched out his limbs and clenched his fingers and toes to get them back under control. He could still feel the cold creeping into his bones and he decided he needed a bath to get clean and warm up again.

Carefully, he pushed himself up to his feet and placed Katsuki’s jacket on his bed. He mourned the Alphas smell that had faded away completely by now and had been replaced by Izuku’s distressed smell. Now that he focused he noticed how his entire room smelled foul and rancid. He wobbled over to the windows and opened them wide to try and dispel the lingering smell.

There was a small knock at his door and Izuku felt himself tense all over again.

“Young Master?” the voice of one of their servants came from the other side. “Are you awake? Do you need help dressing for breakfast?”

“That won’t be necessary, thank you,” he called back. “Could you please fetch some hot water for me? I’d like to take a bath.”

“This early in the morning?” she asked, clearly confused.

“Yes, please. I had… a rather unpleasant night.”

“At once, young master,” she said before walking away.

With a deep sigh, Izuku pushed the heavy dresser back to its usual place and pushed the key back into the lock. He felt the urge to turn the key and lock the door again, but he knew nothing would happen now. His maid was on her way with water and everyone was awake. Tomura wouldn’t dare to try and approach him now. He was safe in here.

He sat back down on his bed and let out a long sigh of relief. Then the doorknob turned and he froze.

“Izuku?” his mother asked, already dressed for breakfast when she entered. “The maid said you had a rough night and wanted to-”

She took one look at him before running toward him.

“Izuku!” she cried out. “What happened? Why are you so dirty?”

And Izuku didn’t know what to say. He was overwhelmed, his emotions all over the place, so he did the only thing he could think of and hugged his mother.

“Mama,” he hiccuped out while tears ran down his dusty cheeks. “I was so scared.”

Inko hugged him tight and rubbed soothing circles into his back.

“You’re going to take a nice, hot bath now and I’ll tell the servants to bring up your breakfast. I’ll make an excuse for your father. And after breakfast, you’ll tell me everything.”

Izuku nodded and Inko pressed a kiss against his forehead. There was another knock on the door and the maid stepped into the room. She quickly walked over to where the metal tub sat against the side of the room. It had been a gift from one of Izuku’s uncles overseas. A genius piece of engineering that had pipes coming out of the sides. One set of pipes was connected to a tub of water outside that could be heated up. Just like a water pump, the hot water could be transported upstairs into the tub. It took a bit of work but was much quicker and less strenuous than carrying buckets. Once the bath was done the second set of pipes had to be opened and the water was drained back downstairs into the dirt.

The maid quickly started pumping up the water from the outdoor tub and soon Izuku’s room was filled with steam from the hot water. Just as Inko was about to leave, another servant knocked on the door.

“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt,” he said with a deep bow. “but it seems we have another guest for breakfast. Lord Bakugou arrived earlier than expected.”

“Kacchan is here already?” Izuku asked, eager to see his fiancé and let his presence and scent soothe the ache in his head and heart.

“Tell Lord Bakugou that Izuku is feeling under the weather and will see him after breakfast, not before,” Inko said. Izuku opened his mouth to protest but Inko silenced him with a look.

“Take your bath and eat something, my darling. You can see Katsuki after, I promise.”

With that, she stood up and left the room. Izuku quickly walked to the window and looked outside. He could just barely make out Katsuki’s horse being led away to the stables, but the Alpha was nowhere in sight. With a deep sigh, Izuku turned to his steaming bath and started to get ready.

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