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I Trusted You
Cheater Deku X GN! Reader, then potentially Bakugo X GN! Reader
Warnings: Reader is reffered to as doll once, Deku cheats on you with Uruaka, swearing, Bakugo is softer than usual, a bit angsty but with a somewhat good ending? let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: This story is requested from a friend of mine because i ran out of ideas lol, hope you enjoy! Also in case you didn't know, "F/N" means first name <3
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You thought Deku had been the one. You knew you loved him, and you knew he loved you… or, you thought he did at least.
Everything was going well too! Just the other night, you went out on a date to this cute little cafe, you were both laughing and smiling and even made out when you got back to the dorms.
But apparently that wasn't good enough for him.
You had been planning on surprising Deku with some snacks and a movie to watch, like you guys had done about a month ago. He had been training hard lately so you wanted to treat him!
You made him think that you were terribly sick so he wouldn't come knocking on your door and so you could prepare all the snacks. You packed a container of popcorn, some drinks, and some chocolates into a box and started making your way to his dorm.
“This is gonna be a great night!” You thought excitedly to yourself. You walked up to his door and knocked gently. No answer. You knocked again and when he didn't answer, you opened the door softly and peeked your head in. “Hey baby! Special delivery--”
But then you saw him on the bed. On top of Uruaka. Kissing and making out. You saw him trace his fingers up from her waist to her face - something you thought only you would be able to experience.
“I-Izuku..?” You stuttered, your eyes starting to water.
Their heads snapped towards you, eyes widened. Deku jumped off of Uruaka and tried to walk towards you.
“Doll this isn't what it looks like-”
You dropped the container of snacks and slapped him hard across the face, tears threatening to spill.
“I-I trusted you, you bastard!” You screamed, a small tear managed to make it past your eye and down your cheek.
He looked down at you in shock, holding his face. He didn't say anything, just stared. You huffed in anger and turned around, slamming the door hard in his face. You marched downstairs without a word, pulling your hood up and trying to cover your face.
When you reached the living area of course everyone else was down there.
“Hey girlie! Hey wait what's wrong-” Mina tried to touch your shoulder but you dodged past her and started heading straight to the door.
“S-sorry I'm fine, just need air..” You mumble. Then you accidentally bump into Bakugo, of course you did. Just what you need right now.
“OI YOU LITTLE-” He cut himself off when he saw you storm past him and out the door. He squinted in confusion as the doors slammed closed. Everyone goes quiet for a second before Denki speaks up.
“Well she seemed a little more cranky than usual-” Which resulted in getting a smack from Jiro.
You plopped down onto a bench on the street, starting to hyperventilate as you let emotions take over as you curl up, your knees to your face as you sob into your sweater. You make sure to be quiet though, don't want to bother anybody. You can hear the door open and close but you don't think much of it until you can hear shifting beside you on the bench. You look to your side, making sure to keep your eyes hidden.
You see Bakugo awkwardly sitting there with his hands shoved in his pockets.
“Uh… you seemed pretty upset in there.” He started uncertaintly.
You chuckle dryly and nod, burrowing your face back into your knees. “Y-yeah, I guess you could say that.”
He shifted a little. “Do you… do you wanna talk about it?”
You sigh before lifting your head. You knew you could trust him, enough at least.
“Well, I just found out Izuku is cheating on me with Uruaka.” You say, tears starting to brim again. You quickly wipe them away.
His eyes widen as he looks down at you. “Wait, seriously?” He asked in a shocked voice.
You nod dryly, “Yep. He doesn't seem like one to cheat, does he?” You chuckle a little, voice cracking.
Bakugo looked down, his fists clenching. “That fckin green haired dumbass..” He glances back at you when he hears sniffling, you trying to desperately wipe away the tears that were starting to stream down your face.
His face softened, and without hesitation he gently grabbed your shoulder and pulled you in close to him.
“You're okay… shhh… let it all out.” He said in the softest tone you've ever heard from him as he stroked your hair gently.
Your eyes were wide in shock from his softness right now but you slowly started to calm down, closing your eyes as you began to snuggle into him. You hiccup. “T-Thank you Bakugo, this means a lot…”
“Katsuki.” He says without a beat, massaging your scalp a little.
You lean into his touch when you ask, “Huh?”
“You can call me Katsuki.” He said gently, pulling back a little to have an almost emotionless face, but you could see some emotion in his eyes: slight anger, concern, sympathy, and also kindness. The Katsuki Bakugo, was actually being soft and gentle around you.
You smile a little before saying, “Then you can call me F/N.”
He smiles back before patting your head. “You feel a bit better now?”
You chuckle and nod. “Yeah, I do.”
“Good, because my shirt is soaked now”
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The End!
I left it up to you whether you wanna dump Deku and go for Bakugo or forgive Deku or just stay as friends with Bakugo, whatever it's up to your imagination ✨
#bakugo#bakugo x reader#bakugou x you#deku x y/n#deku x reader#cheater deku#cheater deku x you#cheater deku x reader#deku angst#cheater izuku midoryia#soft bakugo#soft katsuki bakugo x you#bakugo comfort
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The other woman.(part 4) Izuku’s end.
Previous: {part one},{part two},{part three}, [next part?]
Okay, here is part four, and I hope you guys like it...i don’t know if I’ll be doing another part or not, it’s actually up to you guys...I wanted to do another part with shinsou and you ending up together, so yeah...the other part will be coming soon.
So this is just about you and Izuku trying to be togteher again and yeah...it ends...dirty. But not really much, not even described in detail- I think...
btw i didn’t proofread-as always...
Anyways, read.
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{...Last time : }
“He will wake up in a few minutes. Just give him some time. And um...“, the first nurse started...looking up shyly at you. “c-could you, uh, sign...your autograph?“, they said, giving you a picture of you posing with your Isamu in your belly, smiling at the camerawoman. “Sure.“, you smiled, taking a marker and writing your name on the glass covering the photo cautiously.
Then, Izuku stirred awake, confused by the change of location.
...
Where...am I ...?, he asked himself, but he already felt some kind of connection to the white surroundings, desinfection smell and calm vibe; a hospital. Then, he whipped his head to your ‘ahem’. You were...still here? Why?
“Isamu wants to speak to you.“ It took him a moment to realise that you were talking about his and your son, but when it clicked, he gasped. “I-Isamu? You...gave birth to a boy?“, he asked in childish wonder, but his excitement soon flooded with depression.
“You never told me you were pregnant.“
“You never told me you were trying to make another woman pregnant. I think that we’re even, don’t you?“
By your harsh words, he gulped and looked at the blanket on him in shame. “But, before you meet him, I am going to prepare you. I don’t want you to get into Isamu’s sight while looking like...that.”
Izuku felt like shit. Being humiliated by you in a public hospital, even though there were no other patients and nurses, and still, he wanted to get swallowed by the comfy bed he was resting on.
“and what would you suggest?“
“Making you human again. Then I’m going to make a man out of you.“, you answered coldly, leaving your ex in shock.
“I-I am a man!“
“Yeah, you were man enough to fuck another bitch but a pussy when it’s about telling me. And even now, you don’t look any better than you did when you first started cheating on me. Although, I really like how you turned out. I just don’t want Isamu to think of you any less. You - unfortunately - are his father. You have to become a role model. Something that I tried to do the past sixteen years.“
after your little speech, you sighed before opening a window. Izuku looked around the room he was stationed in and noticed a bowl of katsudon. He then trained his eyes on your silhouette. you hugged yourself, your shoulders tight to your head, and your back to him. Still, he could feel how tired you were.
Of all the bullshit he caused.
“I’m sorry.“
“Shut up and eat. And don’t you ever apologize for cheating on me. It’s too late anyways.“, you grumbled, closing the window after it got cold and you got tired from watching the waves on the beach.
The old boy on the hospital bed sighed again and reached over to grab the bowl. Then, you went to the door. “After you’re done eating, there will be a blue car waiting for you. step in and it will lead you to your house. I’ll be waiting for you there.”, you only said, ignoring your ex’s question if your son would be there too.
Of course fucking not.
...
“Look at this mess! Is this how you’ve been living the past decade?!“, you yelled, throwing empty noodle boxes at the guy who cheated on you. He shielded himself with his hands, but didn’t answer.
Too scared that you might leave again. He didn’t want to loose you again.
You were in the living room, having already sorted out his and your bedroom entirely by the time he arrived. You threw everything away what once belonged to you that Izuku had touched you in, which was basically everything. HIs clothes weren’t any better because there were nests of endless moths in the drawers, cupboards and his wardrobe.
When you looked over to the bedroom, it looked like there hadn’t slept a person in a long time. Crinkled, a thick layer of dust and...condoms.
you now only had to look after the kitchen, guest room, office, terasse and front- and backyard. you knew that all the plants you’ve been looking after so lovingly would have been died out by now.
You angrily put the many bowls and litter into black, grey, yellow and green big plastic bags and sorted them out. Deku’s house was a mess, with cobwebs in every corner, alcohol reeking furniture, rotting walls and useless junk and clothes lying around.
While you were doing all the work, Midoriya just awkwardly stood there, and when you noticed his lack of being productive, you attacked him again. “Why the fuck are you not doing anything, ah?! Do I have to do everything?! Who do you think I am!? Clean up after yourself, stinking pig!”
Rushing to aid, Deku also began cleaning up next to you, wanting to be close to you. But, it didn’t last long before you complained again. “Get the hell away from me, stinky bitch! Clean up the bathroom and wash yourself, for fuck’s sake! And don’t you dare to come out if your skin isn’t shining enough!”
That made Izuku drop the things in his hands and rush upstairs to the bathroom. There, he scratched his head, thinking about where to begin cleaning up first. The bathroom and sink were dusted and grey, also they had families of spiders on them. The shampoo’s were all empty but the pathetic boy standing in front of the bathroom didn’t want to throw them away. He couldn’t find a single clean towel in the drawers either.
Then, he heard your voice. “Izuku, why don’t I hear the water running?!”
“Uh, it’s dirty here!“ “And so are you, Idiot!“
Cue to you stomping up the stairs, having already cleaning supplies, another plastic bag, a towel, soap, a shower sponge and champoo in your hands.
you looked at him, then into the bathroom. And then you sighed. “Turn on some music.”, you mumbled before using your quirk to get the spiders out of the bathroom.
Some soft lofi-music echoed in the hall as you scrubbed away all the dirt that had collected over the years. By the time you were done cleaning up everything from that room, it was already past seven, and you arrived at three by your old home’s destination.
Now, you turned around to see Deku putting junk and clothes into different containers. “I’m done”, you said softly, before turning stern.
“Strip.“
And of course, the piece of shit in front of you blushed. You scoffed. “I am going to clean you. Don’t you dare think that I’d fuck you ever again after what you did to me, you hear me?”
That made Izuku sad again and he took off his clothes before stepping in into the hot water you’d prepared for him. Right after he was fully seated into the bathtub, you attacked his hair, by wetting it, combing it and putting serums, hair masks and conditioners on it.
Izuku endured it, as long as he ould feel your fingers in his hair again. You complaining about his hair being a mess, also there being flees and you being disgusted by his entire being. he felt vulnerable, and you made short process of him, of this moment. “How can you be like this? I’ve told you many times how to look after your hair and still, you’re fucking it up! And so many flees! Were you in a jungle recently??”
Then, you moved onto scrubbing his body aggressively, until he was sure that you were rubbing the skin off of him. “So much grime and dirt! Huygiene is your best friend, you pig!”
When you took out the razor, he gulped. He didn’t know what you wanted to get away with it, but one look from you and he stood up.
you shaved away his pubes, leg hair, arm hair, back hair and neck hair. Then, you shaved his beard away.
...
“It’s a peel-off mask for a fucking reason, you moron!“
“B-but it still hurts!“, Deku whimpered, grabbing lightly at your wrists which you slapped away right away. He was laying on the now cleaned up couch in the living room, which got also cleaned up when you told Izuku to stay in the bathroom a little longer, and you used the time to clear everything out.
The best thing was, it didn’t reek of any alcohol anymore.
And when you risked a look at your ‘dead’ plants, you were surprised and shocked to see that they were in the best state possible. It made your heart beat faster and louder. Izuku really knew to take care of everyone and everything except himself.
“No buts, deku. I need to take it off.“
You ‘eww’ed at how many blackheads and dirt stuck to the inside of the mask as you slowly and painfully took it off your ex’s face. He was about to touch and massage his face when you slapped these away again.
“I didn’t just clean your face only for you to spread it with bacteria again, didn’t I.“
“N-no. Sorry.“
“Good, because now, you will get a relaxing creme on your face, which is going to close your pores and give you plenty of vitamin c to give your pale face some colour again.“
as you put on the moisturizer in your hands, Deku looked at you. “Yena...?”
“Hm.“ “Are you...still mad?“, he couldn’t dance around it any longer, he had to know.
You halted in your moments for an unnoticable period of time before you continued and massaged it into his face. “No, I actually am not. And...
...as much as I hate to say it...I regret what I’ve done to you. I am sorry too.
I mean, yeah, you fucked with other women behind my back, but I made you make me pregnant, get you drunk so you could help me get divorced from you and then fuck off to god knows where to raise a child on my own without your knowledge of it being your own for nearly seventeen years...I am more horrible than you are, Izuku.”, you softly mumbled, caressing his cheek gently.
He felt his eyes burn. “It’s okay. As long as you’re not mad at me.”, he moaned contently when your palms brushed his forehead. “B-but I made you so miserable! You’ve been having depression ever since i left with Isamu...!“
“It’s okay. I’m glad to hear that you were able to give birth to him and raise him in a normal household. Also, I’m glad to see you again.“
You breathed out, rinsing off the lotion, and drying his face with another new towel you brought. Tears were slowly blurring your vision as you looked down upon the man in your lap.
He promised so many things...but broke every single one.
“Just...why did you cheat on me...?“, you croaked out before a tear of yours landed on the male’s cheek. He engulfed you into a hug straight away and chushed you, his own tears running down like a waterfall.
“I-I swear...it, it was an accident, I never...I never wanted it- to-fuck, to go like that, I swear!“, he cursed and repeated his sentences over and over again until he couldn’t anymore. You and him stayed like that for two hours, before you pushed him away gently.
“I’m really. Really. Sorry, Yena. Please, I-...please, give me another chance...!“
You looked at him through dried tears, pain and agony, your gaze shaking as it was directed to his body. Your voice was unsure, scared, when you answered.
“I...I don’t know if I can trust you again, Izuku...I’m sorry...”
He looked down, a sad and dissapointd expression on his face.
“But...“
He looked up at you, eagerly waiting for your next words. “We...we could...try?”
He felt even more tears than before, and he smiled cautiously. “Really?”
You nodded, but you were still unsure. It was all for Isamu’s sake, after all. You didn’t want to look at another man besides Izuku, even if he had cheated on you. You still missed him, after all.
You hugged him again, and his arms wrapped securingly around your body. “Just...don’t cheat on me again. Please.” “I won’t. I promise.”
The rest of the night was spent with you and Izuku cleaning up the house, catching up to all these years and looking at each other fondly.
That lead to you leading Izuku to the bedroom and you kissed him gently for the first time since forever. Izuku held you close to him while you two kissed, and he broke the kiss off to give you many pecks again.
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SMUT WARNING AHEAD!!!
“You have no Idea how long I’ve wanted to feel your sweet lips on mine, angel...”, Deku gasped when he chased after your lips. You smirked. “Well, I’ve been wanting to devour you since the moment I saw you earlier today.“
Izuku halted in his movements, stopping kissing your jawline, and gave you a confused look. “I am fat.” “And?” “And I stink.” “I cleaned you up.”
“I-”
“I want you.
Now.
And forever. Only if you promise not to cheat ever again.”
“I-yes, I-uh, I won’t. And um...”, he mumbled, looking to the side shyly. “Do you...really not care about me being obese?“
You let out an exasperated sigh, standing up and putting your hands on your hips. “Listen here, boy. I couldn’t have cared if I met you as a fat person. I judge people by their character and clothes style, not how their body and face looks. And you here, look hella appetizing.”
You licked your lips before you put on lipstick and Izuku hurriedly took out his boxers. Still, after getting scrubbed clean and shaved by you, he felt bare and vulnerable in his naked body. But you practically fucked him already with your eyes, so he felt a little more confident.
His confidence altered though, when he noticed that you didn’t start taking off your clothes. “Uh, Yena..a-aren’t you going to...well, strip t-too?”, Izuku asked, looking up at you adorably. You only chuckled before taking out some toys, leashes, a blindfold and a gag.
“Wh-what’s this, Yena?“, the green haired male stuttered, eyeing the toys with an unsure expression.
It was safe to say that he got some real loving from you, or as you’d like to say, “catching up to all these years”, but you ended up overstimulating him in the best way.
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Bonus:
“What do you mean, ‘I gave him a second chance.’?? He literally cheated on you!“, Shinsou exclaimed, ruffling his hair in frustration over the phone in his apartment.
He heard you sigh on the other end, probably in your king sized bed, naked, maybe playing with yourself, but without a man to have fun with. Shinsou wanted to have fun with you.
“First of all, we talked, and I think that this is the most important thing that should be done. Second, I gave him a second chance for Isamu. And third...
I...“
“You...?“
“*sigh* I-I miss him, okay?? I’ve been feeling lonely and always thought about Izuku. Everyday, ever since Isamu was born, I-”
He could hear you taking big breaths before you continued. “I’ve been concerned if Isamu would like to have a father figure, and since Izuku and I were divorced-”
What does she mean, ‘were’? Are they still not divorced?
“-and I thought that I should take both of these roles. And I tried, so hard, to make Isamu think of anything else but his father, but he just...he just cornered me one day and demanded to see Izuku...! And now, I, uh...“
“You what? Is everything okay?“, Shinsou interrupted you, about to put on his jacket.
“I...I fucked him. And now he is sleeping next to me.”
The purple haired male stopped dead in his tracks. You...fucked? Izuku? The bastard who cheated on you?
“...”
He didn’t answer, didn’t want to believe you.
“...Shinsou? ...Hello? Hitoshi, are you there?”, you asked over the phone, accidently waking Izuku up from his nap, his head lifting from your left breast to look at you alarmed with a tired expression.
You only shook your head and put him down to sleep. He closed his eyes but listened intently to the phone call.
“I...I can’t believe you gave him a second chance...! He was with another woman, Yena!”, Shinsou yelled over the phone, punching a nearby wall.
You didn’t really have time for this.
“Look, Shinsou, I think that everyone needs a second chance, don’t they?”
“You said that you’d never want to see him again, and now you’ve had sex with him?!“
“And? Didn’t you get back together with that other girl again? even though she was also gucking dozens of other people?“
“...“
“That’s what I thought. Let’s end this conversation for now. Good night Shinsou.“
“...Night.“
You let your phone plop down onto the night table with a heavy sigh, with Izuku cuddling closer to you.
“I know you’re awake baby. what’s on your mind?“
Izuku flinched before relaxing and drawing patterns on your collarbone.
“...Why was Shinsou so...angry?“
“He’d helped me all these years to raise Isamu. So...I guess you could say that he’d get jealous if someone would take his role.”
“But it’s my role..!“
“Yeah, but him and I have been looking after Isamu, have’t we?“
You received a dejected nod.
“I think he liked you...“, the male behind you murmured, hugging you closer to his soft body.
You snickered. “Hm, maybe. But even though you cheated on me...I couldn’t stop thinking about you, you know?”
Izuku blushed behind you, and you could feel him growing hotter. “I’m sorry, Yena. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
“I hope so.“
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“Isamu, you’re doing great!“
“Thanks dad!“
“D-did you hear that?!“
“Yes honey-oh shit don’t cry-FUCK!“
Deku cried, again. Isamu was laughing and you were stroking your swollen belly in a trance while you shook your head at the two dorks in front of you.
Izuku looked hot with long hair, he had gained his muscles back, but he didn’t go pro again. Instead, he became a househusband and cleaned up everything and made food. He had time to look after your son when you didn’t. And he accompanied you to your weekly appointments with your unborn child this time.
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Next is Shinsou’s ending!!!
#deku x reader#cheater!Izuku#cheater!Izuku x reader#deku x you#izuku x you#izuku x reader#mha x reader#bnha#mha#bnha x reader#shinsou x reader#hitoshi x reader
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“ bust your windows ” || cheater!headcannons
“ you should feel lucky that that's all I did. ”
synopsis: this fool underestimated just how little you tolerated cheaters.
pairing: various x gn!reader
warnings: mature language, MDI. light violence, cheating, diff ways reader deals with it, mentions of blowjobs, mentions of a foursome, and i think that’s it. feel free to lemme know if i missed anything! ッ
notes: @bagels-yummm this one’s for YOU. after reading their post about reader never showing that R A G E when it came to being cheated on, i couldn’t agree more. even tho my recent story involving that very premise didn’t have that sweet revenge plot, i am here to contribute! hope you enjoy ♡
BUST HIM UP: PHYSICALLY
For those who want to really let him have it, you’d confront his cheating ass the moment you found out. Right as he was having a cute little lunch with his side piece, you came barreling through the door with a sardonic grin spread across your face; the instant horror on his brought you great satisfaction.
“‘At the gym’, huh? Didn’t know the gym sold fucking croissants!”
He abruptly stood, spluttering, already trying to do damage control. But you were a raging hurricane, and he was a shitty apartment that didn’t have the correct insurance. Before he even got the chance to spew some bullshit excuse, he’s met with scorching hot reality hitting him square in the face. Not only did you throw his drink on him, but his little date’s as well, and both were still fresh. He screamed bloody murder, hands trembling as he held his boiling skin. It wasn’t hot enough to actually melt it off, unfortunately, but his sounds of agony sufficed.
Everyone in the cafe merely watched with mixed reaction, some enthralled whilst others felt the authorities should be called. You couldn’t care less, too busy chucking the napkin holders and decorative potted-plants at him now that he was immobilized.
“Yeah, yeah, you piece of shit! You like that? How that karma feel, huh? Wanna fuck other bitches, hm?”
By now, he was curled up on the ground. His side piece had long vanished, not wanting to stick around knowing your wrath would be directed at them next. After publicly humiliating him, you caught your breath and gazed down at his cowering figure with pure distain. He groggily begged for forgiveness, claiming it you had it all wrong, but you weren’t born yesterday. You scoffed incredulously—Did he think you were stupid? As if you didn’t have receipts.
The photos, the messages, the fact he was dumb enough to let them use the Netflix account YOU paid for. And now, he wanted to insult your intelligence? Please.
Without hesitation, you spat on him.
Was it necessary? Probably not. But neither was cheating on someone you claimed to love more than anything, and clearly didn’t mean it. You were gonna have to carry that hurt for the rest of your life; he should be grateful you didn’t do more.
“Don’t bother coming back for your stuff. I already burned it all.”
SHINICHIRO, takemichi, chifuyu, kazutora, OIKAWA, kyotani, tanaka, kageyama, kenma, HAWKS, mirio, denki, SHINSOU, deku, twice, [insert anyone else who would fit].
BUST HIM UP: MENTALLY
For those who want to play the long game, you’d act none the wiser to his infidelity. It stung like nothing you’ve ever experienced before when you caught him in bed with some whore, and it took every ounce of your willpower not to set it on fire with them still in it. Because, deep down, you knew men like him only learned the hard way.
And you planned on making him suffer.
You started by acting real sweet with him. Months of you cooking him full course meals, giving him unprompted blowjobs, massaging his aching muscles after a long day, the whole nine yards. He thought he died and went to heaven, so much so that he saw his little plaything less often now that his lovely s/o started pampering him. Man’s was so confident that he was getting away with it, he got sloppy; let his guard down.
“Honey, can I use your phone real quick? I need to look up a recipe, but I think I left mine in the car.” You asked, fluttering your lashes with cute pout on your face. He didn’t think twice, especially not when you looked at him so sweetly. But once he turned his back, your burning gaze was filled with anything but.
The doorbell rang later that evening, and you were nearly done with dinner. He raised a brow, gaze lingering on the door—Neither of you were expecting anybody, to his knowledge. As you were chopping up the last of the vegetables, you venomously called out to your boyfriend, “Answer it.”
His lips pursed at your tone, but chose to ignore it. Doing as instructed, he lazily made his way to the door. At first, he figured it was just a neighbor, but when he checked the peephole...his blood ran cold. Practically ripping the door off its hinges he hurriedly came outside and shut it right behind him, back pressed against it as he stared bewilderedly at his side piece standing before him.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He lowly hissed, harshly grabbing their upper arm in mild panic. “I told you to never come around here again, are you out of your goddamn mind?”
The person blinked, startled but also confused. “What are you talking about? You were the one who begged me to come over. Said you dumped that nagging bitch and finally kicked them to the curb.”
“What? I never—” he paused. Then, realization hit him like a bus. But, before the dread could even build in his stomach, the door opened behind him. A cold chill ran up his spine.
“Oh, great! You made it just in time for dinner. My name’s [_______], the nagging bitch. So nice to finally meet you.”
RAN, RINDOU, baji, hanma, wakasa, mikey, kokonoi, izana, smiley, IWAIZUMI, mattsun, atsumu, suna, bakugou, sero, dabi, [insert anyone else who would fit].
BUST HIM UP: EMOTIONALLY
For those who want to twist the knife, you did the one thing you knew would fuck him up HEAVY. And that was to trample on his already fragile ego.
He was very possessive, never took kindly to those with wandering eyes whenever it came to you. Always worried someone better would take you away from him, and it got worse when it came to his friends. You reassured him numerous times that it would never happen, promising that he was more than enough for you.
Sadly, the sentiment wasn’t mutual.
He tried to hide it from you, but eventually the guilt became unbearable. And so he came clean. This man sobbed. Cried full on ugly tears and blubbered nonsense as you fought to keep your own composure. You felt sick. After everything you did for him—Boosted his confidence, made him feel special, and where did that leave you? Broken-hearted, with grown man tears staining your good sweater.
Nothing he said was going to ease this kind of pain, and he knew that. So when you walked away, he figured that would be the last he saw of you. But, that was far from the truth.
When you showed up to his apartment unannounced a few days later, he was shocked. He already looked like complete shit, and judging based on your expression, you thought so, too. He wanted to question why you were here, but before he could get a word out, your lips roughly claimed his own as you held him by the nape. He wasn’t prepared for the clash of teeth and tongue, soft whines leaving him as you pushed him inside and toward the bedroom, distracting him from the impending shadows that trailed in behind you.
The next thing he knew, he was tied to his bed, looking about ready to succumb to the best hate-sex of his life. However, what he didn’t expect to see were a few of his closest friends entering the room. There’s an unspoken tension that develops, alarms sounding off in his head as the last one shuts the door and locks it. What were they doing here? Why were they looking at you like that? Those same alarms only grew louder as they each wordlessly stripped off their clothes, with you soon following suit. Starting to struggle against his restraints, his heart began to pound against his chest; he didn’t consent to a foursome.
He immediately made that known, but you merely chuckled. The sound made his stomach turn in the worst way. When he went to demand explanation, you shoved your underwear in his mouth. Despite his better judgement, homie couldn’t help how hard he got from the situation, letting out a weak moan as your hand gripped his jaw and squeezed.
You leaned over his vulnerable form, grin sharp as you glowered down at him while he struggled against the tight knots. He saw a glint in your eye that held anything but good intent—And with your next few words, he couldn’t have been more correct.
“They’re going to fuck me. And you’re going to watch.”
ANGRY, draken, mitsuya, sanzu, KAKUCHO, tendo, kuroo, BOKUTO, akaashi, osamu, hinata, NISHINOYA, sugawara, todoroki, kirishima, TAMAKI, shigaraki, [insert anyone else who would fit].
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let loose
izuku x reader (bakugou x reader)
cw: cheating and the fallout, fighting (violence but its hot), complicated relationships, ~1.8k
part 3 to mine and mimi's (@izvmimi) cheating scandal. part 1 | part 2
Izuku flexes his hands trying to quell the rage inside of him as the elevator dinging whittles away at his sanity.
His girlfriend and his childhood best friend... just thinking about it makes his blood boil, but for some reason, he can't stop. Questions and blurry images of the two of them race through his head. How did she let him fuck her? Was she on her back opening her legs for him? Did she let him breed her? Beg for his cum to fill her up? Or did she beg for his kiss, swearing that she couldn't finish without it?
Izuku’s stomach turns as he imagines her hands threading through his hair in pleasure. Even though Izuku got his revenge, sleeping with Bakugou’s fiancee did nothing to quell the sea raging inside him. If anything it made it worse.
He digs his fingernails into the flesh of his palm but he barely feels the sting. He doesn't know what is going to happen once these elevator doors open, but he knows it's not going to be pretty.
The final ding of the elevators alerts him that they have arrived at the floor, and he looks over at you. Your eyes are set straight ahead and clouded with the same red haze he saw the night you told him of their affair, but there’s something different about you. Something almost incorporeal.
Izuku follows you out of the elevator, looking around at the office that has housed betrayal. The desks and cubicles are almost identical to the ones back home, did that make it easier or harder to fuck him on?
The pair of you turn a corner and that's when you see them. Izuku’s girlfriend steps out of the room, her clothes just slightly out of place. Izuku can feel his lip twitch in disgust when her smile doesn't reach her eyes.
And then Bakugou steps out of the room, some of his spiky blond hair still sticking to his forehead.
The second Izuku sees the asshole who ruined his life, his fingers twitch. All of his wrath courses through his body, and every ounce of him feels like it's on fire as he struggles to keep One for All at bay.
“You fucking…” his legs moving on their own, carrying him faster and faster towards the source of all his problems “You fucking Bastard!”
Izuku fists Bakugou’s shirt, slamming him against the wall of his office.
“I know you fucked her.” Izuku’s voice is a low growl as he stares into the red eyes of a traitor.
Bakugou’s eyes are wide, he looks at Izuku and then at his fiancee, his eyes searching for some hidden answer that would solve his problem.
Izuku’s eyebrows furrow and his grip on Bakugou’s shirt tightens before he slams him to the wall again, the drywall cracking from the force.
Deku feels a tug on his arm, his girlfriend looks up at him with tears in her eyes, begging and pleading, but for what Izuku can't fathom, “Izuku, please!”
He wishes that he had time to focus on her tears or to even show her one ounce of the kindness that he used to have for her. But right now he feels nothing but betrayal and fury.
He shakes off her hold on his arm, “You know, staying quiet is just as bad as saying no.” Izuku’s voice is something darker, playfully toxic as he laughs in the face of these two cheaters.
Izuku can't stand to be next to Bakugou as the man's mouth opens and closes, still trying to answer. He uses his grip on the blond's shirt and throws him down the hallway, watching as his friend crashes into a cubicle.
Turning to his girlfriend, Izuku reaches into his back pocket, pulling out the beautiful diamond ring he had bought six months ago, back when things were right. Back before any of his friends' dicks had been inside you. The diamond sparkles in the dull office lights. What a shame.
“This should have been yours, you fucking…” he snarls before stopping himself. Even after all this, he can't bring himself to call her a whore, or a bitch, or any of the other words that should describe her in this situation.
He looks at the ring and then at the finger that it was supposed to go on and bile rises in his throat when he thinks about what that hand has touched.
He closes a fist around the dainty piece of metal and channels all of his emotions into his fist. The diamond stays strong while the metal around it bends and warps as he crushes, and crushes, and crushes. And when he opens his palm the beautiful ring is nothing but a piece of metal and a gem no longer sparkling. He lets it slip from his palm and fall onto the floor.
He looks at his girl with a lip curled in disdain, “I can't believe you. Wasn’t it you who was always scared of me leaving? Wasn't it you who always thought that I would screw up! And then look at you! You're here! With him! Just know that it wasn’t me who ruined us.” Every word gets louder and louder as he scratches her right where he knows it will hurt.
She clutches her chest and her bottom lip trembles, “Izuku, please it was a mistake. I never meant—”
“HA! You never meant what? Never meant to have sex with him? How does that work?”
She takes a step towards him, her hands reaching for stability he can no longer offer, “I don't —”
“You don't know how your legs opened and his cock started fucking you? Is that what you're going to say?”
Izuku takes a few steps back from her and turns his attention to you. Your eyes are on Bakugou as he struggles to stand.
You hold your head up as you speak venom loud enough for both of them to hear you. “It's a good thing that I had Izuku to comfort me. You know what they say, nothing like the arms of a friend to keep you warm at night, right?”
You let your words sink in for a second before you take off your own ring.
All the years of love, everything this ring meant to you, all of it is useless now. This stupid diamond is as ugly to you now as the coal it was made from.
“Take your ring back, Katsuki. You cheating fuck.”
Bakugou’s face is unreadable, like he's feeling every emotion all at once, but he chose this, he let it happen. You throw your ring at him, throwing away the future you had planned with him too.
It lands on the ground right in front of him, and he picks up the tiny band of his love, cradling it in his hands before bawling them into fists.
Bakugou stands, his head and shoulders slumped forward “Izuku, are you telling me that you slept with my fiancee?”
Izuku scoffs, he can read Bakugou's movements from a mile away, and he knows exactly what's about to happen. He will let him get one hit in before breaking him.
“Yeah, Kaachan. I did.”
Bakugou starts moving even before Midoriya finishes his answer, running towards him and jumping into a punch that lands square across Izuku’s face.
Izuku’s head whips to the side with the force of the blast but his body remains unmoved. Just as he expected from his explosive friend.
“How does it feel?” Izuku asks, leveling his gaze on Bakugou, “How does it feel to know that someone else has fucked your girl?”
Bakugou pulls back to punch again, his face contorting in anger, but Deku sees this coming too. Izuku is faster, and stronger, punching him with enough force to crack bones and send him flying backward through a wall.
Bakugou drags himself out of the rubble, looking like a feral dog. There's blood streaming down his face that he swipes away with the back of his arm.
Midoriya has hardly broken a sweat and Bakugou is already winded and bloodied.
“I'll kill you!” Bakugou screams, stepping over the broken pieces of desks and chairs with a small limp.
Izuku laughs. Bakugou is going to kill him? Him?
Bakugou is the one that started this! Izuku didn't ask for this, he didn't go out of his way to sleep with someone else's girlfriend. What he did was him getting even with the man who’s had an edge over him his whole life. They fought together, almost died together, and then this is what happens in just a few months? No, no, no. Bakugou has no right to kill him, he's going to be the one to die by Izuku's hands instead.
One for All crackles as Izuku runs at Bakugou. Bakugou tries to dodge but the extra strength building in his legs makes him run faster. Izuku lands a kick right to Bakugou in the chest, flinging him into another wall.
Bakugou falls to the floor for only a second before igniting his quirk, maneuvering in the tight space of broken walls and office furniture to get behind Izuku. An explosive hand right at the back of Izuku’s neck sends Izuku flying forward.
Midoriya’s head hits the ground, his ears ringing from the blast, and his skin is burned. That blast took him by surprise but the familiarity of the situation suddenly dawns on him: they're both using this fight to push down the feelings they can’t bear to process, just like all those years ago at UA.
But this time is different, this time it’s different. This time there are no words that can fix this level of betrayal.
Bakugou is about to set off another blast to Midoriya’s head, and Izuku feels like his body is moving in slow motion as he twists in the air.
Images of his girlfriend roll in his mind like the film of an old projector: every smile, every laugh, the first time he held her hand, the sparkle in her eyes when he first said ‘I love you.’ His heart clenches in his chest as he yells, powering up the force of his own body.
Izuku swipes through the air with his foot, creating a concentrated air blast, and sends it directly at bakugou. Rubble and broken pieces of furniture break through the exterior wall of the building, and Bakugou is thrown out with them.
The crash of debris hitting the ground below is almost drowned out by the sound of Bakugou saving himself with his quirk, blasts scorching the side of the building as he prepares for an aerial assault.Izuku grins maniacally, wiping the blood dripping from his nose off with the back of his thumb, ‘Finally, I can let loose, he thinks as he activates float and jumps out of the window aiming a punch directly at Bakugou.
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part 4 <33
#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#izuku midoriya x reader#izuku x reader#deku x reader#cheating cw
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Ummm if you see this HAIIII I FREAKING LOVED THE SPY X FAMILY FIC AHHH literally love all of your fics butttttt I haven’t seen anyone ask for a reader fic/Drabble could you probably do ticklish-reader where the reader is playing twister with Denki or Sero and they tickle the reader to win?
Don’t write it if it make you feel uncomfy
(Stay hydrated keep up the good work💗)
You’re cheating!
A/N:HAIIII ANON awww I’m glad you like my fics sure I haven’t written anything with Sero in it.
Reader is gender!neutral
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“My loveeeeee” you called your tape-quirked boyfriend who was currently scrolling through tiktok laying in his bed. “Yessssss”
“I am bored and everyone is busy we should play a game” you implied. “Okay sure why not I got a bunch of board games we can play” Sero excitingly got up and opened his closet revealing all of the games he owns.
“Hmmmmm ooh about Twister” you reached and grabbed. “Uh— you tryna challenge me bébé?” Sero teased. “Only if you want me too” you smirked as you pecked his cheek. “Ok but who’s gonna spin it when the game gets intense?” You asked.
Deku mindlessly walking past Sero’s room. “Hey Izuku…. Are you busy?” You called him into the room. “Uhm hey Y/n hey Sero and no I’m not busy I actually just got back what’s up” he entered offering assistance. “Y/n thinks they can beat me in twister” Sero chuckled.
“Which I will and can anyways do you mind spinning the wheel for us please because Sero is prone to cheat” you elbowed Sero playfully. “Oh sure I can do that” Deku smiled as you and Sero set up the game.
“Ok so who’s going first?” Deku asked. “My love may go first” Sero bowed. “Oh yeah how charming”. You giggled.
“Okay Y/n left foot blue”
“Sero right hand red”
“Y/n right hand yellow
“Sero left hand green”
Couple more moves later
“This is lightweight” you bragged you were currently in a downward dog position above Sero who was in a superhero pose under you.
“Don’t go bragging to soon Mi amòr” Sero smirked as he lightly scratched at your foot causing you to jerk and collapse bringing both of you down. “Are you two okay” Deku asked worried.
“You freaking cheated you tickled my foot CHEATER!” you pouted as you fell back onto the carpet. Deku started laughing at your actions. “I didn’t cheat and how dare you call me a cheater if you call me that again I’ll give you something to whine and cry about” Sero playfully threaten.
“My love aka Sero Hanta is a CHEATER”
“Oh that’s it bébé your in for it now c’mere” he teased as he pulled you towards him and scratched at your ribs. “Nooooo but you did cheatehehehe noahahahaha” you bursts into giggles.
“You said it again I warned what would happen but you still chose to play with fire” Sero rolled his eyes at you. “Buhuhuhut I’m not wrong NAHAHAHAahahahaaha” You laughed even louder provoking him even more.
“You just keep going, awww amòr how come you didn’t tell me you were this ticklish huh?” Sero teased as he dug into you ribs. “SEHEHEHEroOhoOHOhOhohOho StAHaHahAp ihIhIt” you’re shaky laughter caused Deku to laugh a little.
“Oh amòrrrrr I know how to get you to apologize” he grinned evilly at you before digging into your armpits.
“SEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHRO PLEEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE”
“Deku you hear them telling me please” Sero turned to Deku who’s trying to stifle his laughter.
“GAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IZUAHAHAHAHAHAHA DEHEHEHEHEKU HELP MEHEHEHHEEE” You reached your hand out for him which made him laugh even harder.
“NAHAAHAHAHA OHOHOKAHAHAHAY BAHAHAHAHABE BAHAHAHABE IM SAHAHAHAHRREHEHE PLEEHEHEHASE”
“Huh what… what’chu say Amòr” he teased.
“I SAHAHAID SAHAHAHRREHEHEH HANTAHAHAHAHA SAHAHAHRERHEHEHE”
“Ok ok I don’t want to kill you so I accept Mi amòr” He stopped as he planted a kiss on your forehead.
Deku’s laughter finally dying down still a bit giggly. “what’re you laughing for ya’ laughing at me” Sero attention now towards his classmate. “oho no Sero I’m not— well I didn’t mean it like that” Deku chuckled as he put is hand up.
“Oho well I’m that case I didn’t mean this!” Sero smirked as he pounced on his friend drilling his thumbs into his hips.
“NAHAHAHAHAHA SEHEHEH SEHEHEHROHOOHO Y/NEHEHEHE HELP MEHEHEHE” Deku reached his arm out waving at you. “If I were you I would think twice Mi amòr” Sero teased, which made you rethink your choices.
“Sorry Deku I’m tuckered out and plus you didn’t help me when I asked for it so this makes us even” “AHAHAHAHA Y/N YOHOHOU TRAHAITOR NOHOHOHO SEHEHEHEHEHERO NAHAHAHAT THEHERHEHEHE ” Deku screeched kicking his legs.
#kiara writes#tickle fic#ticklish!reader#lee!reader#ler!sero#lee!deku#ticklish!deku#mha tickle fic#mha tickling#mha tickles#mha x y/n
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What are the requests you have rn?
I have so many adsdfghgjghfdgsdfsadfdsfgf but here's my best list of everything so far, although the order might change depending on what I have inspiration to write!
(Some of these requests are legit like a year old I'm the worst aghhh)
Tendou x reader who has a crush on him
Coercion Part 3
Tsukishima x popstar reader
Unrequited Part 2
Hinata x kidnapped reader with a fiery personality
Lev
Kirishima x Fatgum's daughter
Bakugou x quirkless reader
Barbarian Bakugou x Fairy Reader
Hinata x reader who is really into yanderes
Cheater Tanaka
Feel Part 2
Deku x UA traitor reader
Asshole boss Bakugou x employee reader
Hawks, Shoto, and Bakugou HCs x reader with a quirk affected by her emotions
Deku's Yandere Alphabet
Veneration Part 2
Betray Part 3
Futakuchi (I think- the requester gave a few options and I really do want to write for this underrated boi)
Various Haikyuu x reader seeing her abusers again
Eraserhead and Present Mic x shy reader who gets nightmares (I know I don't usually write for Mic but I will make an exception because I have ideas)
Shirabu x shy reader who is paired up with him for a project
And, of course, everything is yandere because it's me XD
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1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 15, 16, 17, 20, 21, 29, 30, 31! ( You can ignore any repeat questions! I'd send them all '^' these are good questions! I hope it's okay that I sent these ! )
Shipping Questions!
1) what’s the best thing about shipping for you?
I love the small moments between muns where we squeal over information that may never be even input into the rps we are planning on at the moment.
2) what’s the worst thing about shipping for you?
When for what ever reason they end. Good or bad.
4) do you prefer to plot a ship, or would you rather “wing it”?
Just Yes.
5) do you prefer fast plots, pre-enstablished relationships or slow
burns?
I love a slow burn if I can play it correctly but my muse falls hard even if it doesnt get reciprocated right away.
6) do you have any ship bias with your muse?
Mmm Kinda but not strongly.
15) what’s your OTP when it comes to your muse?
Todo Baku Deku / Todo Deku / Todo Baku are all tied for first place.
16) what’s your NOTP when it comes to your muse?
Todo x Mineta
17) what’s your BROTP when it comes to your muse?
Todo x Kiri
20) is there a ship you wanted to play, but couldn’t yet?
Not that I have found so far.
21) what’s something that immediately turns you off from shipping with someone?
The mun's attitude can really change my way of interaction with that particular muse.
29)would you play as a cheater, or with someone cheating on your muse?
Depending on the RP really. I could do either but I prefer not to as I like em healthy but full of that good angst.
30) is there any “unconventional” relationship you play, or you would like to?
What counts as unconstitutional? And Sure throw things at me!
31) do you have a favorite memory when it comes to rping a ship?
My favorite moments and memories are wrapped up in a lot of things. I love those deep passionate rps that just carry on. Even if they get dropped for a little bit only to reappear later.
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Title: Equals
Pairing: Cheater!Midoriya x Reader
Prompt: Midoriya cheats on Uraraka with you and ends up enjoying it.
Includes: noncon/rape, alcohol, forced breeding, creampie
Word Count: 4.0k
PB’s Masterlist
He wanted to say he disliked you.
Oh, God, he might have hated you.
His agency held this appreciation festivity twice a year, once every six months. Keeping up morale was important to Midoriya (all of his employees also received overtime, as the event was always on a Saturday). You were mingling with a fellow coworker, a glass of champagne in your hand that was barely touched.
As a secretary, you were often only seen in knee-length skirts or dress pants – not the scandalous skintight black dress you adorned now. Midoriya sighed through his nose, his brow becoming taut as he sipped his own drink. He didn’t necessarily think your attire was appropriate for the social, but it could have been a side effect of your assets.
Midoriya turned away, choosing to ignore you, as he does so, so often. You irked him, and it’s rare he becomes irritated with one of his employees, if ever. You’ve been nothing but kind to him, helpful even, but he gets snappy when you’re around. He wouldn’t let you ruin his mood this night, too.
He finds himself alone most of the night, which was odd. Being an up-and-coming top hero gained him public popularity, but he found his own employees seemed more comfortable chatting with each other than with him. He didn’t mind being socially shunned from the group. At least he could use this time to drink a little and unwind.
“Boo!”
Midoriya jolted at the sudden feeling of someone’s hands on his back, and he spilled some of his champagne on his dress shirt. He turned quickly to find the culprit giggling.
“Scared you?” You tease, having gained some satisfaction from spooking a Pro Hero. Midoriya frowned and sucked his teeth.
“Yeah. You did.”
You sensed the change in mood, backing off slightly. You step to the side of him, eyeing up the taller man. Midoriya didn’t look down at you; he took a particularly long sip of his drink with a noticeable scowl present on his face.
“Is something wrong?” You ask, quieter than before as you face forward. It was as if you were sharing a confidential information with Deku. You two did look suspicious after all, standing by yourselves against the wall of an office party. You were concerned, though. Deku’s been growing exceedingly rigid with you these past few weeks. “Do you want to go dry your shirt?”
“No,” came the short reply. You nod, a little taken back by the sharpness of his response.
You stood next to him, watching as your employees socialized and drank. The louder their laughter grew, the more nauseated you felt standing next to Midoriya in complete silence. Though, after he gulped down the remainder of his champagne, he finally spoke to you once more.
“Can you get me another drink?”
You became Deku’s personal bartender, refilling his drink each time he asked. Isn’t that what your job was, as his secretary? How could you refuse? Were you even allowed to refuse?
Midoriya migrated to one of the conference tables, nursing a glass of white wine and a glass of water. Both were given to him by you. He was starting to lose his balance slightly, and you didn’t trust to leave him alone, so you followed him, ushering the glass of water into his hand. He gave you an odd look as he sat down, almost like he didn’t expect to see you still there with him. He began to sip the water more than the alcohol.
Midoriya became talkative when he was drunk, more than usual. If he wasn’t talkative, then something’s wrong. Sober and drunk. The whole office knew that. Though, you were the only one who has worked close enough to him to know his lips were a little looser when intoxicated; ask him what’s wrong and he’ll tell you in a heartbeat, almost like he’s been waiting for you to ask.
“Midoriya-san,” you spoke in a whisper. It was calming, especially with how loud it was in the room. He turned his head to look at you, and you seemed so much closer to his face than he realized. “Are you okay? Is something going on?”
Midoriya looked away, blinking and biting the skin of his bottom lip. “Ochako and I had a fight this morning.” He hardly even hesitated to spill the news.
Something in your stomach flipped, almost like you won a small victory. Before you could ease your way into the details of his personal life, he continues on, handing them to you on a silver platter.
“She’s upset she hasn’t gotten pregnant yet.”
You pause, your face softening as you realize the situation may be more than you bargained for.
“It’s not like we haven’t been trying. It’s just…,” he licks his lip, eyes glancing between the glass of wine and glass of water, “She thinks one of us is infertile.”
You blink. “Have you gone to the doctor?”
He sighed, running his fingers through his forest green locks. “She doesn’t want to go. That’s what our fight was about. She’s too afraid to find out, so she insists we keep trying. Even if…”
“Even if it’s impossible,” you finish for him, leaning back in your chair.
“Yeah.”
You two don’t talk for a moment, watching your colleagues and Deku’s underlings wind down as the party is leaving everyone’s bloodstream. It was getting rather late.
Deku leans forward in his chair, burying his head in his hands with a restrained groan. It was a disparate display of apprehension from the Pro Hero, someone who is usually so confident in his work and doesn’t allow his underlings to see his faults. He’s a hero, and even though they work with him, he’s their hero, too. You stare at him oddly, little to no alcohol in your bloodstream clouding your thoughts. It was a little uncomfortable to see your boss looking so pitiful.
“Hey,” you soothe, dropping the professionalism in your voice and adopting a softer tone. It was a goddamn party. Live a little. Forget the titles. What makes him any different from you? He needs comforting right now – as a human being, not as Deku. For a moment, you didn’t think he heard you. But he eventually lifted his head, resting his chin on his folded hands as he stared forward.
“Yes, (Y/n)?” He slurred, eyes glancing up to look over at you. You stomach flipped at how he addressed you. You stutter out a laugh, a hand fidgeting with your hair.
“Oh. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Expecting what?” He sits up straight, not breaking eye contact. He looks tired.
“Just thought you hated me.”
He looks away then, and you now notice just how intoxicated he may be as he smiled a bit. “I might,” he murmured. You play along, leaning in a little closer as your lips twitch with the hint of a sly grin.
“Mm, some way to refer to someone you hate. Usually it’s all ‘(L/n)-san’ this, ‘(L/n)-san’ that.”
Midoriya just chuckles.
You sit back in your chair, crossing your arms with your own smile on your face.
“Just didn’t know you knew my first name is all.”
Midoriya makes a face and turns to look at you.
“You didn’t think I knew that? After all these years you’ve worked with me?”
You shook your head. “You always seemed to not want to have me around.”
“That’s not true.”
You enjoyed hearing that. You liked how he said it with so much affirmation in his tone, too. You both seemed as if you were equals right now, not boss and secretary. Midoriya shifted in his seat, now crossing his own arms, matching your poise as he stared ahead at the agency employees tak their leave. A few of them waved over to Deku, some having a questionable look on their face at the two of you sitting alone together, even as the event was clearly ending. You gestured to the glass of water sitting in front of Deku, giving the impression you were chaperoning him during his intoxicated state. That seemed to satisfy any of your curious colleagues.
After some time, some of Midoriya’s sidekicks came over to chat, and he was much too eager to indulge in conversation with anybody and everybody at that point. Of course, the heroes brought more drinks, further inebriating Deku. His underlings thought the sight was quite funny, and Midoriya was no longer sulking as he was previously when it was just the two of you in this corner of the room. Eight Drink Deku is apparently much more excitable than Six Drink Deku.
Midoriya was on his ninth drink when his sidekicks left one by one. It was much later than any of them realized, and they were all anticipating a nasty hangover already. They didn’t want to make it any worse for themselves than it already would be.
You two were the only ones left now, and you felt uncomfortable leaving Midoriya alone in his current state. He didn’t seem like he was ready to go home either, though. You frowned, easily taking his wineglass from him. He suddenly lurched up from where he was resting his head on the conference table, looking at you with a weak glare.
“Hey–,” you didn’t let him protest.
“Let’s go get you some more water,” you told him, eyeing the empty glass in front of him that previously held his water. Hard to believe he drank all of that, too.
It was an interesting turn of events, bossing your boss around. You had to bite back a laugh when you saw him give you the most exasperated roll of his eyes you’d ever seen.
“(Y/n). No.”
“Deku. Yes.”
You lean down, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and lifting him to stand. Damn, he’s heavy.
His body practically falls onto yours as you lead him to a water dispenser. You didn’t trust him enough to leave him alone right now; you knew you made the right decision when you felt him lift his head up to eye the leftover champagne on the tables.
“Why’d you drink so much, Midoriya-san?” You grumble, his weight getting the better of you. You hear him groan against your shoulder.
“I get that your relationship with Uraraka isn’t the best right now, but–,” Midoriya suddenly speaks up.
“You don’t get anything, (L/n),” he griped. You shut your mouth, your chest aching slightly at the sudden criticism. In just one sentence, Midoriya reminded you of your relation to him: under him. Not equal.
You tighten your lip. Fine. Doesn’t hurt you any if he wants to be that way.
You untangle yourself from him, letting him lean against his desk. The closest water dispenser was located here in his office – it was also the nicest one, but you weren’t going to comment on that. You turn away, but you feel a pull on your wrist. It elicits a gasp from you, and you look back at him rather suddenly. He’s gazing down at the floor, his hand wrapped around your forearm.
It takes him a minute to get his words out clearly. “I can’t go home like this,” he tells you, still looking at the ground. He looked so ashamed, you almost felt bad. You wanted to roll your eyes, but you don’t. You walk closer to him.
“She’ll be so upset,” he mutters, and it’s almost a whine. Apparently Nine Drink Deku is even more depressing than Six Drink Deku. “We have a rule about alcohol.”
You’re getting tired of hearing about Uraraka.
You’re so close to him now, your chest pressed against his and your eyes gazing up at him. He isn’t meeting your eye, but you see him eventually register just how close you are to his face.
“What’s the rule about alcohol, Midoriya-san?” You ask him. He doesn’t push you away. He’s looking down at you now. Acknowledging you. Oh, how badly you wanted to be acknowledged by him.
“She,” he swallows, “She just doesn’t like seeing me drunk.” His breath tickles the skin of your face, and you inhale the fermented scent. You lean into him a little more.
“I like seeing you drunk.”
He doesn’t say anything. He blinks.
“I like seeing you be honest with yourself,” you continue. “It’s refreshing.” You flatter him. The tactic works with most men, what would make Deku any different?
You two stay pressed against each other, staring at one another. Midoriya still hasn’t pushed you away, and in his inebriated state, it makes you more comfortable to continue. He has a perfect view of your cleavage from this angle.
“Can I kiss you?” You ask quietly. He won’t remember this conversation, right?
“No,” he whispers back, not breaking eye contact. It’s a breathy rejection, but it still hurts.
This makes you pull back a bit, and you hadn’t even noticed your hands found their place by his hips, caging him in by resting beside him on his desk. You blink, not expecting the refusal.
“Please?” A polite little beg. You gaze up at him, hoping to entice him with a sultry flutter of your lashes.
“No–,” he repeats, but you press your lips against his despite his disapproval. Your eyes close as you give him an intimate kiss, but his lips do not move. He’s staring down at you, shocked you would go so far. You feel him move, but it’s not the way you want. He shifts his weight, and one of his hands rests on your shoulder, lightly pushing you off of him. You back up, pulling out of your one-sided kiss with a silently dejected look.
He’s upset. You can see that much. The alcohol dimmed his glare – the heaviness of his eyelids gave the impression he was on the verge of falling asleep – but it was a rare occurrence to see Deku’s brow furrowed the way it was now.
Despite his intoxicated state dulling his thought processes, he still knew when it was time to put his foot down – as your boss.
“(L/n),” he slurred, and you were already about to apologize to save your job. “What was that?” He questioned. You paused, though, when you glanced down at his pants.
“You liked that, didn’t you, Deku?”
He was hard.
Midoriya’s response rate was slowed, so you stepped closer as he too glanced down at his groin. He scoffed, and you stepped closer once more.
“This… happens,” he muttered, unable to gather his words, “to men.”
You trace a finger on the outline of his erection. “It does happen to men, you’re right,” you agree. He shakes his head and grabs your hand, halting your movement.
“No. I mean, random ones,” it was hard for him to speak right now. Your free hand grabs ahold of his wrist, silently telling him to let go of you. You tear your eyes away from his crotch to meet his eyes once more.
“Please, Deku. Let me.”
He shook his head. “No. I have Ochako.”
You hold back an ugly glare; it’ll ruin the seductive persona you were putting on. “You say that, and yet you haven’t left. You could just walk right out of here. You can easily overpower me if you wanted to. You’re a Pro Hero, after all.”
Midoriya stares down at you, still holding onto your wrist.
“A part of you wants this, Deku,” your hand suddenly moves despite the grip he has on you, and you cup his erection, making him gasp. He’s much bigger than you thought he’d be. You fondle him through his pants, and he’s biting back a breathy groan. You shove him back lightly, pushing him to sit on his office desk and not caring if his stationary fell onto the floor. He lets you. He felt as if he had no other choice.
He always had a choice, though, you would argue. He could tell you to stop (didn’t he already, though?), or he could get up and leave (was he even able to walk independently at the moment?).
You eye him as you unzip his pants, and the denim felt scratchy against the palms of your hands as you tugged them down. He frowned, clenching his jaw, but the hand still grasping your wrist didn’t stop you. You tore your eyes away from his as you knelt down slowly in front of him, watching as his cock bounced against his abdomen when you pulled his briefs down.
You started with soft, kitten licks, making him stiffen, even in his drunken state. His senses were dulled, or rather, his attention was elsewhere. While his cock tingled with the sensation of your tongue, his mind filled with the distant anxiety of his wife. His breathing picked up.
“(Y/n), please,” he started, but you took him fully into your mouth suddenly before pulling off of him to give him a stroke. You glance up at him.
“Oh, so it’s ‘(Y/n)’ again?” You tease. He whimpers, his grip on your wrist tightening as you twist your pumps on his cock. “You can leave if you want to, Iz-u-ku.”
His cock twitches in your hand, and you giggle.
“Stop,” he goes to grab your hand around his penis, but his movements are sloppy. You release him and grab his hand first, pressing his wrist down onto his desk.
Now, you both are equal.
The two of you both have a wrist in each other’s hand.
This was all you wanted.
To be equal with your boss.
You shift, and you throw your leg over Midoriya’s, resting your foot on his desk. He’s gazing up at you, and you can’t tell if it’s a glare or if he’s shocked at the new position. He glances down between you two, seeing how his erection is now prodding at you. The material of your dress scrunched up when you lifted your leg, exposing your underwear. The tip of his cock tickled your clit as it lightly pressed against your panties, and Midoriya seemed to be attempting to pull his hips away from you as much as he could.
Oh, the delectability of having a Pro Hero underneath you.
Neither of you make an effort to move. If he really didn’t want this, he could have easily thrown you off of him at least twenty-two times. You counted.
You look down at him, and he stares up at you. “You really don’t want this?” You ask him.
He swallows, and he looks as if he’s trying to find the answer in your eyes. The answer for his temptation for infidelity.
Before he can answer, though, his phone rings. It’s sitting behind him. Midoriya jolts, and so do you. He glances back at it, but you see the caller ID before he does. Uraraka.
He releases your wrist, quickly reaching for his phone instead, but he doesn’t shove you off of him like you’re expecting him to. Before he can answer the phone, though, you take it and decline the call.
You look back up at him, and he’s definitely upset about that, the alcoholic tint in his cheeks now just looks like he’s heated out of anger.
Before he can scold you and remind him of his position above you once more, you shove him back – roughly this time. He’s on his back on his desk now, and he starts to sit up, but you grab ahold of both of his wrists, pinning them down. He could break out of this hold you have easily. Midoriya’s strong, much stronger than you or anyone you knew. But he doesn’t.
He’s glaring up at you.
You’re on top of him, still feeling his warm erection press against your inner thighs. When you feel no resistance from him, you release one of his wrists and reach down to move your underwear to the side. His cock brushes against your slick, and the head dips in. You both gasp, and Midoriya’s free hand quickly grabs your hip as he lurches forward at the wet feeling on his cock.
You move, feeling him enter you deeper and deeper before bottoming out. He’s stiff underneath you, staring straight upwards at the ceiling. He lies flat on his desk as you let go of him completely, finding a rhythm that feels good for you. An orgasm rippled through your body sooner than expected. You were using his body for your own pleasure, and he was letting you. Your hands traveled up your chest, pinching your nipples, and Midoriya watched. His calloused hands rested on your hips, allowing himself to be used by you. The only sounds in the office were your groans and the slapping of wet skin. Midoriya closed his eyes at one point, trying to keep himself from orgasming.
You leaned down, kissing him on the lips once more.
After a moment, he kissed you back.
You felt his hands travel up your back, his fingers tracing your spine.
“Can you cum inside of me, please?” You breathlessly ask him as you pull away from the kiss. He opens his eyes, and it’s the most sober he’s looked all night.
“What?” He stutters.
“Cum, please,” you repeat, “I want your cum. Inside.”
He suddenly is much more aware of the feeling of your tight walls sucking his cock in and out. “No,” he says firmly.
“Please, Izuku, please,” you beg shamelessly. Your hips pick up their pace, rolling them against his own quicker and more intentional.
Midoriya grits his teeth. He couldn’t hold it much longer. You could tell. His balls tightened against your ass.
“Please cum, please cum, please cum,” your mantra continues, and his hands grip your hips tightly. You suddenly feel a spurt of something warm inside of you, and you let out a sigh of relief as you begin to slow your bouncing. Midoriya lets out a restrained moan, and it’s beautiful. You’ve never seen him like this. Sweaty and vulnerable, holding you so tightly against him as he filled you up. Is this what Uraraka gets to see every night?
It’s almost like he’s hugging you right now. When he comes down from his high, he gently pulls you off of him, pulling his cock out of you. His semen falls out of you and onto his cock, making a bigger mess than he already made. He feels so empty.
He almost pushes you off of him, disgusted with himself. The alcohol tainting his mind did little to dull his anger. He ignored you as he pulled his pants up, picking his phone up to call back Uraraka. He staggered slightly as he grabbed his coat, speaking to Uraraka on the phone.
“Ochako. I’m on my way home. I’m sorry.”
You called out the next day. You didn’t really want to see Deku, and you were honestly hoping he didn’t remember.
Though, when you returned the day after, you were told Deku wanted to see you in his office before he left for patrol.
You were shaking. That night was fun, but you knew you had to return to secretary and boss eventually. You were about to get fired, and you just needed to mentally prepare for it.
You step into his office – where the crime occurred two nights ago – and you see Deku in his hero costume adjusting his bracers.
“You, eh, you wanted to see me, sir?”
He glanced over at you. His expression was neutral, which was never a good start. Deku was always smiling. You tapped your clipboard.
“(L/n)-san,” he said, a small smile on his face, “sit.”
You came over to his desk. The desk you fucked him on. You sit in the chair in front of him, but he remains standing, leaning against the table with his arm crossed and a finger scratching his cheek.
“I, um, wanted to talk about the other night,” he starts. You look away, bashful. A completely different person than you were when you had sex with him.
“I’m sorry,” you apologize rather quickly.
He doesn’t say anything.
“I was actually wondering if you’d like to,” he takes a breath, a hand coming up to hide the lower half of his face, “do it again… sometime…?”
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Catch and Release
•Catch and Release Pt. 2
© not-your-damsel - Not to be read or posted anywhere else. Rb’s are much appreciated though 💚
Who :: DarkProHero!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader, ProHero!Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader (It should go without saying that everyone involved are grown ass adults)
AN :: Truth be told, this was a little messed up something I wrote while wondering what it would be like if Izuku was one way to the public but a touch nutty in actuality, like he shouldn’t be a pro hero probably. Thank you so much @simpforsadboismain for telling me I should post it 💚! Please, please check out their brilliant blog @simpforsadbois, you won’t be sorry!! This is rushed and can actually be continued if anyone wanted it.
⚠️ :: Minors DNI 🔞, when I catch you, you’re blocked asap. This is a very unhinged version of Pro Hero Deku. His actions through this are quite disconnected and I want my adult readers to keep this in mind. I’ve been flirting with the idea of jumping into dark content, and I would say this is the point before any actual dark content shit. Deku’s just very ooc.
Word Count :: 2,851
CW :: Again, very ooc Deku, a couple of slaps to the ass (fem receiving), Izuku referring to himself as Daddy, Izuku being a cheater, dubcon/noncon, Katsuki coming to the rescue.
Artist :: The ever talented SakimiChan. Be sure to please check out their work on Twitter and you can also sign up to be a patron of theirs through Patreon!
This was stupid. You were stupid. You should’ve never opened the door in your sleep induced haze, not bothering to look through your peephole at who might be on the other side of it. This is what you get, pinned between a cold hard wall and a warm hard wall of muscle while feverish lips attack your jawline and into your neck, nipping and licking you. His large hands are all over you, clearly wanting to feel every bit of you in as little time as possible, squeezing your flesh, pinching sensitive parts, while his picture perfect teeth graze your skin. You gave him up every single time, every time he’d ruin you and mark you in more ways than one, you’d swear off him only for him to come back and ruin you all over again. Your mind is sinking.
“Iz-Izuku… Izuku, stop it.”
He wasn’t listening, he never listened to your pleas. He was focused on more important things, like getting you to the edge of acceptance and compliance. To play with you just enough to have you begging him not to leave… not that he was intending to tonight, not with his large hands already kneading your ass under your large night shirt. It’s his merch and he wants to chuckle at how cute it is that you sleep with him on your body. He’s sliding you further up the wall, his face slowly passing down your body, stopping to sniff at you once he’s level with your panties. You want to curl up and die, to dart under your bed at how lewd he can be when he’s like this. You weakly push at his head, fingers sinking into curly green locks as you try to push him away from your clothed core but his teeth are already pulling at the material to take them down a little.
“Please, please go home, please…”
You’re trying to close your legs but his broad shoulders are preventing you from doing so. He’s nipping at your cunt through your panties now. Seems he doesn’t like that idea.
“Nothing for me at home.”
He gruffs out before diving back in to assault your pussy through your panties. You felt his tongue lave over your clit and it makes your hips unconsciously buck into his face, fighting hard to not let out a moan to encourage him further.
“Y-you-your wife!”
You watch as Izuku stops his advances and looks up at you, his features darkening. He lets go of you and you quickly slip down the wall with a yelp, but he catches you at the last moment and hoists you over his shoulder before making his way to your bedroom.
“Wait, please, Izuku!!”
You felt a harsh slap to your ass, the flesh jiggling by his head before stilling, quieting your protests from going on any further. Kicking your door open and making it to the bed in a couple long strides, Izuku throws you on the bed unceremoniously and quietly delights in the bounce your body gives.
“What’d I tell you about bringing up my wife? Hm? When I’m with you, she doesn’t exist, didn’t I make that perfectly clear when we started this?”
He gestures between the two of you with a large hand. How wrong of you to think he’d actually wait for your answer. Grabbing you by the ankles, he pulls you to the edge of the bed and spins you over by the legs so that your tummy is now pressed against the mattress before pulling you up by the hips so that your ass is now in the air.
“We’re gonna have some fun tonight, right my cute little puppy? Look, Daddy’s had a rough night of it, a rough few months actually, and you’re the only thing that’s gonna make him feel better. Let’s get these pesky things off.”
In your newest position, you feel his hand almost caress your back before roughly yanking down your panties, letting them fall down your thighs while he takes his other hand and starts rubbing through your wet folds. You try to scramble away, but another harsh slap to the ass has you second guessing your actions.
“Nuh uh, nuh uh, no cheating, no running away when I’m trying to make you feel good, puppy. Fuck, look how wet you are for me already.”
Izuku’s already 2 thick fingers deep inside you, thrusting slowly while you grip your sheets beneath you, your legs shaking as you vaguely hear him fumbling with his belt and the soft pop of his button followed by him yanking his zipper down. His legs are kicking slightly to help the shimmying down of his jeans and when he presses against the back of your thighs, you feel how hard he is already as the tip of his cock smears pre along your inner thigh.
“Keep my merch on. It’s so fucking cute of you, I knew you still wanted me, you little fucking tease. I’ll be sure to send you more, especially the new lingerie line in my costume colors.”
A moan escapes your lips and you look back at him over your shoulder.
“Go home, Zuku. I meant what I said last time we saw each other and I didn’t invite you over to-“
He silenced you by loudly jerking himself off to prep himself for entry, slapping his length against your ass, his hot tip prodding at your hole before raking it up and down to gather your slick.
“Shh, shh. No need to lie, puppy. I missed you just as much, trust me. I just know you’ve been missing me, been wanting me around. I’m sorry I been so busy lately. But now I got you all to myself, for the whole night if I want! Aren’t you happy? As happy as I am?”
You go to protest yet again when he enters your dripping hole the moment he removes his fingers from you, letting out a choked, surprised sound. His hips are flush with the curve of your ass, the tops of his thighs touching the backs of yours as you feel his length twitch inside you.
“Ohhh, fuuuck yeah! So warm, so tight, I needed this shit, puppy. God!”
As you try to scramble away from him once more he’s thrusting back into you with reckless abandon. Pulling at your hips to keep you close, the sounds that fill your bedroom are the sounds of your skin slapping against his own each time he sheathes into you over and over again. Your mind is mush, you hate him. You hate that he’s so much stronger than you and that he’s so much larger than you, that he can toss you around like a rag doll and shape you to his fancy. You hate, no curse, the day you ever met him, that you somehow became his side piece while he lived the life of an admired and decorated hero with the fancy houses and cars, the top notch wife and the 3.5 kids with a family dog. But most of all, you hate how he thinks he owns you, how each and every time he comes back into your life like the lightning storm that he is as though this was normal, as though he hadn’t ignored you for weeks or months on end just to come in and press play on whatever this was. Izuku’s now got his fist tangled into your hair, using it for leverage as he pounds into you from behind, feeling your body slide up the bed with each thrust only to get yanked back to him just for it to happen again and again.
“Fuck, fuck, who does this pussy belong to? Who’s pussy is this, puppy?”
You can’t find your words, all you can think about is the way he’s filling you up over and over, angling his hips every few thrusts to hit your spot and make drool dribble out of the side of your mouth.
“Fucking answer me!”
Each word was emphasized with a slap to your ass accompanied by hard and pointed thrusts, your answer coming out far too low after your little mumbled squeal met his ears.
“What was that, doll? I didn’t hear you properly.”
You knew he didn’t hear you. You’re sure if he did that he’d’ve stopped his movements.
“Uhn… I- I-”
You felt him slow down some, his arm hooking to your front to bring you flush to his now exposed scarred chest, thrusting at a more mind sembling pace.
“I want to be able to hear you nice and clear for me. Tell me again, who do you and this soaked cunt belong to? Who reams this pussy so well each and every time you end up forgetting who you even are? Hm? C’mon, use your pretty little words for me.”
With the back of your body pressed snuggly to his front and his large hand under your chin pressing your head back to his clavicle so you could look at him, you smiled sweetly up at his green eyes. Looking at him like that had him close to coming undone, but he kept himself held together until he could hear his name fall from the very lips he’d been thinking about for the last 2-3 days.
“Katsuki Bakugou.”
There were a lot of things you knew you should never do. You knew as a woman you should never be out after a certain time of night alone, you knew to lock your doors and such since you lived by yourself. You knew to make your every day items you carried on you into weapons when you were heading in between point A to point B. But no one ever told you what would happen if you poked a very time hardened dragon with the spear-tip of jealousy coupled with betrayal and disbelief. Izuku’s thrusting stopped altogether but he held you close all the same.
“What did you just say to me?”
You stayed looking in his eyes as they darkened for the second time that evening. Of course he didn’t know about Katsuki having met you. About how the two of you had grown close over the 4 months and some change that you’d last seen Izuku having told him off when you last saw each other. He was busy doing number 1 hero things, while Katsuki fell harder and harder for you, giving you the time of day and respect (begrudgingly yet playfully) you deserved. And of course Izuku didn’t know of the night when you and Katsuki’s growing relationship had culminated to a point the night you truly melted under his overwhelmingly delicious sweet heat.
“You’re playing with fire, puppy, and I don’t want you to get burned. Ok? Now, that’s not funny. Try again.”
But you kept your sweet smile trained on his upside down features.
“Oh, no, Deku. I happen to know a lot about fire and Katsuki’s been the best teacher. Very thorough. I just don’t know for the life of me why you hate him so much.”
You moaned out the word ‘best’ and before you could speak again, you felt yourself being shoved away from his warm and sturdy body, falling into the bed before you could catch yourself. You suddenly felt a heavy weight atop you and a strong hand gripping your jaw to force you to look him in the eyes that were now pulsing in luminous green waves.
“You’re a fucking liar! No, no, no, a whore!!! No, a liar, yeah a fucking liar! Why would you think that’s something you can say to me?! Was it Bakugou who saved you that day a villain tried to kidnap you?! Was it Bakugou who showed you what it is to be wanted and desired by a real man?!?! Is it Kacchan who practically makes you see God every single time you cum on MY cock?! No!! It was me, goddamn it, it’s me!! Appreciate and love me!!!”
He didn’t even realize that his quirk was beginning to activate. The sparks of green that were flashing in your room were snapping faster and faster the more he spoke and it was clear to you that his little speech held more weight than either of you realized. You pushed at his chest gently, refusing to say anything more to him just then as you watched his eyes soften a little.
“Have I meant anything to you? Anything at all?”
You wanted to scoff at him, push his face away from your own. The audacity he had to ask you that when all he did was use you whenever he pleased. Whether it was to blow off work steam, inner fights with fellow coworkers within and outside of his agency, or yet another fight with Ochako, especially when she threatened to take the kids from him, he’d come to you for release. But that was all you were ever good for. You were one of his dirty little secrets. One amongst a great many.
“Go home, Izuku. Just go home. And I do not want to see you again.”
Izuku silently slipped off the bed, stopping at the corner of it to grab his clothes pooled on the floor before pulling his boxer briefs up first then his jeans, followed by his tee. While he was busy doing that, his back turned to you while it flexed at his motions, you grabbed your phone and shot a text to Katsuki, telling him to please come over as fast as he could and that you’d see him when he got there. Once you finished you shoved the phone under your pillow before resuming your position with your knees gathered to your chest in defense huddling into yourself. You watched on as Izuku’s hand ruffled his thick green locks, before watching him bend in his seated position to grab at something on the floor. It wasn’t until the item flung back and hit you on your shin that you realized it was your panties. Moving as subtly as you could, you placed them back on you until movement caught your eye. Izuku was getting up, standing to his full height with his hands shoved into his pockets and his gaze cast downward to the floor.
“C-can I at least stay the night, please? I really don’t want to go home.”
You were already shaking your head at this. There was no way…
“Katsuki is coming over. I was expecting him and I thought you were him.”
You lied through your teeth and you didn’t care if he caught it or not. He looked to you, a look of hopelessness over his tired and overworked features.
“You were actually being serious about that? You’re really seeing Katsuki?”
You nodded silently.
“And I thought Ochako cut deepest. I was wrong, wow, was I wrong.”
You didn’t know what to say to that. But if you really wanted to compare wounds, you’d staunchly argue that Izuku had cut you down long ago. A series of short but urgent bangs came sounding from your front door stealing both of your attentions to look at the bedroom entrance.
“Hey, little dumbass, come open the door before I break it down!!”
Both you and Izuku’s eyes widened. He looked even more betrayed. Good. You slid off the bed and walked passed him hurriedly to your hallway to go open your door. As soon as you passed the threshold of your bedroom, you felt strands stop you in your tracks. Looking back you saw that Izuku had activated Black Whip and was keeping you in place.
“Izu- stop thi-”
“This isn’t over. This is far from over.”
He stared at you, seething. In your terror that he’d do something, you could faintly hear your door handle being jiggled frantically.
“Babe? Open the fucking door, you’re scaring me, goddamn it!”
Black Whip released you and you watched Izuku retreat into your bedroom before hearing him fumble with your window. You turned on your heel and rushed up to the front door, unlocking it and stepping back knowing that Katsuki was gonna throw the door open.
“What in the hell took you so long? Ey, ey! Are you alright? Look at me.”
Katsuki was grabbing your shoulders and though it was rough, his thumbs were soothing you in gentle circles. Seeing the look on your face, taking in your body language, and the look in your eyes he softened a little. And then he heard it too, the window in your bedroom being slammed shut followed by silence. Carmine eyes snapping to you after glaring down your hallway, he sees you looking down there too.
“Are you hurt?”
You shake your head. It isn’t enough for him, especially when your own eyes are still looking down your hall at your bedroom. Katsuki’s already marching down there, willing his palms to start heating up but not a full on spark, pushing the door open to find an empty room. Completely empty save for the fact that your window was closed so roughly that it managed to bounce back up slightly, leaving it a crack open. Walking up to it he rips it open, shoving half his bulky body out of the opening before looking around in every direction he can manage. However, nothing is catching his attention, nothing except a faint flash of green that’s rounding the corner of the roof to the next door apartment building. Katsuki’s seeing red and he swears if his jaw clenches any harder than it already is, he’s going to break his own teeth. It seems there’s some investigating that needs to be done.
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cheater!izuku x gn!reader (814 words)
tw ; cheating, suggestive content (make out??), alcool consumption, revenge
she was everything you wanted to be. beautiful, tall, rich, and above all the fiancée of the pro-hero izuku midoriya. ochako uraraka was the perfect wife. yeah, future wife.
they seemed so perfect in those TV interviews, the celebrity magazines with the headlines "uravity's new engagement ring, but how much is it worth!?" or "deku and uravity, the most fab couple of the year".
everything was a little too perfect, too romantic, to the point that even disney fairy tales could envy them.
but there was always a flaw, and that's where you came in.
"are you going to get drunk on soda water?"
a wry smile stretched your lips as the man with the dark green hair sat down next to you at the bar.
"i'm waiting for a nice man to come and buy me a drink." you said slowly.
you could see from the corner of your eye that midoriya took his order from the barman.
"how lucky you are to have found me."
you turned towards him. he was like on tv ; charming, charismatic, even though he had barely said two words to you. his masculine smell only made you turn your head. or maybe it was that mocking smile he was giving you.
"i know you were watching me from the other side of the restaurant. "
"correction, it was your beautiful dress/suit i was ogling."
you let out a dry laugh. he knew how to get girls to fall for him, no wonder ochako didn't trust him.
"you just made it worse for yourself." you said in a mocking voice.
"well, let me make up for my arrogance upstairs? "
you shrugged vaguely. you knew how to make yourself wanted.
"we're skipping a few steps here, aren't we ? "
you saw him loosen his tie and unbutton the first buttons of his shirt. he had no reason to be so, attractive. to be a engaged man and yet attractive.
"i think you know who i am, though, but what about you ?"
you thanked the barman for the drink he had just served you. who were you, y/n? the secret lover of unfaithful husbands ? the gold digger of the pro-heroes of Japan ?
you were known for seducing them, for only one night.
"just call me y/n."
he knew what he was doing to you. deku could easily guess that he was the reason you were desperately trying to move in place to calm that growing desire between your legs.
you weren't going to fall in love with your client's husband, were you? well, it was already too late to suppress his feelings and yours, he already had you in his grip. as you had it in your grip.
"you might as well save time, ochako hired you as a detective to find out if I was cheating on her, right before our wedding, right?"
you were drinking the wrong way, the young man had caught you off guard. you finally pull yourself together quickly, it would be unprofessional of you.
with pride on your face, and the shadow of a smile, you nodded. izuku had moved closer to you, his face was only a few inches from yours. his lips were more tempting than ever.
"so i guess it wasn't because of my dress that you came to the bar," you murmured, staring into his eyes. "you wanted to know why i've been spying on you for the past few days."
"no, in fact i'd love to know if you're actually wearing underwear or if this is all part of your plan to spend a night with me."
he wasn't pro-hero for nothing, the young man was an expert on the subject. in the field of seduction, such as tricking people.
your hand came gently up his crotch until it met a bump. already ? a soft giggle tickled his ears.
"you'll have to come to my room to find out then."
your breath hitched a little more at the thought of izuku fucking you, at being the reason he was no longer faithful to his dear perfect wife.
without giving him time to react, you took the last sip of your drink and left the bar. a last mischievous look was addressed to your lover of the evening before joining the hotel lift.
a strong hand stopped the doors from closing, and the next second soft lips came crashing against yours.
a smile stretched across your face as you kissed languorously. this thought that izuku couldn't wait another minute. to feel you.
you could say that you had fulfilled the duty that ochako uraraka had entrusted to you. to find out if izuku midoriya, Japan's hero no. 1, was unfaithful to her.
and you could be happy to have screwed up the most popular pro-hero couple.
hi guys,,,, reblogs are appreciated and they cost nothing so (+ they’d help my blog to grow) ☜(⌒▽⌒)☞
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can you do something like reader cheating on deku with bakugou?? lowkey want a toxic reader... oop
GOD i love toxic readers so much but i always feel iffy on writing them,, im trying my best here </3
➨ paring — Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! Reader (some Izuku Midoriya)
➨ warnings — cheating, toxic reader, cheating reader, slight manipulative tendencies, praise kink
You should feel bad. You really should. Yet every time Bakugou’s hips rutted into yours, guilt went out the window.
So does common sense as well it seems, you have a boyfriend. Poor Izuku Midoriya. He doesn’t know his sweet girlfriend is sleeping with his childhood friend. That the lips that touch his are around another man’s cock every weekend.
You tried to be honest with yourself at least, you’re a cheater. You weren’t the sweet girlfriend you frame yourself to be.
At first, it was just some silly mistake. Party, alcohol, one night stand. Both you and Bakugou agreed to forget it, vowing to never bring it up again.
Weeks past, you thought you could move on with life. Things with you and Izuku were still strong and you told yourself you wouldn’t let something like that happen again. Well, up until Bakugou cornered you in a bedroom during dinner party alone, confessing his complicated feelings.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. About that night.”
“Bakugou, we agreed to not talk about it—“
“I know, dammit. I mean... I mean your... body.”
Star stuck, that’s how you described it. You remembered his hands drifting down to your waist, moving his face to whisper into your ears.
“We can...” His knee rubbed between your thighs, “Do it again...”
The obvious response would have been rejecting him. To be be a faithful girlfriend and not make the situation worse than it already was. You made this mistake once, surely you’d know better, right?
“...Don’t say anything to Izuku.”
And that seemed to confirm your infidelity. It was no longer a silly mistake, a drunken decision you made on a whim. Now you solidified yourself in the wrong, you’re the bad guy.
You had wished you could have ended things with Izuku before it got too serious. Before all the ‘I love you’s and sweet messages. Before you decided to start an affair with his childhood friend.
“[Y/N], why do you have your keys?”
“Oh, just to go get my nails done. I’ll see you later. Love you!”
And with an adorable peck to the lips, you were gone.
You and Bakugou have gotten risky over the couple of months. No longer was it every once in a while when one of you felt lonely, now it becoming a weekly thing.
You’d meet up at a shitty hotel 9/10 times, not too keen on going into each other’s houses. You’d probably already be making out by the time the room door closed, lost completely in lust.
It wasn’t sweet, or passionate. You knew it was purely to get off, to cum and leave.
“Fuck... you’re so damn sexy.” Bakugou’s hot breath would tickle your neck, his cock already pumping in and out of you.
Moans would escape you, begging for more. And Bakugou would always give it to you. Each time he hit a certain spot, you’d shake under him. Your velvety walls would tighten around him and pull him in deeper each time.
“You’re perfect.” He’d say. You wouldn’t respond to that, instead telling him to go faster. It wasn’t taken as a compliment— more of a horny confession. Still, you were always so flattered. You’ve heard it million times from Izuku, now another man praised you. You liked it, a lot.
It quickly became a cycle, you’d wake up to professions of love from Izuku, go see Bakugou and hear how sexy you are, go home and see how much Izuku missed you while you were gone.
You’d never admit you were getting off on it, but it was very evident. The sight of two men, completely at their ends just for you. One for you emotionally and romantically, another for you sexually and erotically. You loved it, actually.
You had decided, maybe it wasn’t so wrong. Who cares if you needed to get off sexually with another man? Izuku was always busy! And Bakugou always seemed to call you at the right times. It was a balance you needed.
And besides, you made it clear to Bakugou, your relationship with him was purely for sex. After you guys were done, you’d always be the first to take a shower and leave, your sweet boyfriend is waiting for you at home.
It was perfect the way it is, you were happy. Even if some people were in ignorant bliss to what was going on.
“Mhm, ah, right there! Fuck—“ The ringing of your phone on your nightstand cut you off, being able to make out the contact from your spot on the bed.
“Shit— It’s Izuku—“
“Don’t answer it.”
“I have to, he’s gonna get worried!”
You pushed Bakugou off of you, him going down pretty easy. Rushing to your phone, you answered. “Hey, babe? Oh, yeah. Sorry, the line here is pretty long.” You glanced over at Bakugou on the bed, an annoyed look on his face.
You sighed, bringing your attention back to your boyfriend’s voice, “I’ll be there soon, don’t worry. I just really want this bag... y’know?” A smile was brought onto your face, nodding happily, “You’ll order it? Thank you! Give me time to get something to eat and I’ll be over there, love you.”
You set the phone back down on the nightstand, now looking over at Bakugou. “Um? So—“
“You should break up with him.” Bakugou blurted.
You were taken aback, the blanket around you shifting as you shook your head, “I can’t—“
“Why? You’re cheating on him, what’s the point of keeping it going? We... we wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore.” Bakugou looked slightly hopeful at you, yet you held back the urge to roll your eyes.
Is he dumb? The whole point of this was to keep it a secret. You had only thought about breaking it off with Izuku when this whole thing started. But it’s been months, you liked the dynamic of two men rather than one.
“Can we just go back to fucking? I have to go soon.”
“Just give me an answer.”
You sighed, nodding as you moved closer to him, “Soon. Okay?” You tried to give it a vague answer, just to get him off your back and distract him by kneeling between his thighs and stroking his cock.
“Really? Ah, fuck!” You bobbed your head on his length, mouth too full to give a straight answer.
You glanced at your phone real quick, seeing a text notification of a heart emoji from Izuku on the screen. You would’ve smiled if you could, instead you just took Bakugou deeper into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat as he moaned about how good it feels.
What’s one more blissfully ignorant person?
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Hiii! Can I ask for a deku x black fem reader who is his childhood bestie/crush but he’s with ochako and him and reader catch-up with each other since she’s been overseas as the number 1 hero in a different country and she doesn’t know he’s already in a relationship but deku doesn’t mind since he’s loved reader since they were kids and one thing led to another they end up together but unlike deku and ochakos it was made public and she finds out and confronts him asking about the rumors only to find them in bed together and she hears reader announce to deku she’s pregnant, they end up arguing b/c deku wants to break things off and ochakos left hurt and heartbroken and deku and reader stay together with they’re little baby
(If you don’t mind can I be anonymous please😭)
This was difficult to write cause I’m not a fan of “homewrecker Y/n” fics so this is more somber than the melodrama I’m sure you wanted it to be
angst, no happy ending, infidelity
Stating your life at a new school was always nerve-wracking for most, but you took it in stride fitting into your own little posse the moment you got there. That’s what he loved about you, Deku that is. Your ability to fit in, know your place, something he struggled to do most of his life. In a way, he supposed that it was fate that he would find himself further enamored with you. That’s what he told himself, anything to excuse himself from the moral crimes he committed.
All around him his world and yours were falling apart, you hadn’t known, or did you? He doesn’t know, he hasn’t known a lot of things since he’d been reunited with you. Like the fact that you were pregnant with his child. Or the fact you had proudly told others of your relationship with the blind happiness of your own fairytale.
The fact that Ochaco found you both in his bed one Tuesday evening was the beginning of his downfall or the beginning of the end. He still remembers how her tears fell at the same time he emptied himself within you. He still remembers how he wasn’t remorseful that she found out, moreso upset he was interrupted. In a way he knew that he’d long lost feelings for the rosy-cheeked girl, but how was that his fault when you felt so different?
You held him different than she did, loved him differently, fucked him differently. But it wasn’t about the sex, it was a true connection that he felt for you, he’d die for this connection. And in a way he did.
His name was in the headlines the next day, Ochako’s PR team having a field day slandering him when they saw their beloved client with eyeliner-filled cheeks bursting into her office the next morning. His PR team was less than thrilled as they couldn’t find a redeemable lie to paste over the scandal he’d created.
Oh, and you. Beloved Y/n. You had no idea what to feel. Your kindness overflowed from your being as Izuku’s betrayal was made known by the clearly heartbroken face staring up at her from the end of the bed frame. You were angry at Izuku as well, leaving soon after Ochako. Deku didn’t understand, shouldn’t you be pleased he chose you over her? Isn’t that how it worked? Later he’d realize that the common phrase amongst people was “Once a cheater, always a cheater.”
Deku scoffed as he looked over written threats from ex-fans and disappointed mothers. He wouldn’t cheat on you, he chose you. You were different from any other woman he’d ever met, he knew that since childhood. The more he sat back however forced him into your perspective, you don’t know that he won’t cheat. The banging of his sponsors could be heard downstairs as they fought tooth and nail to reach him. A framed photo of a blobby ultrasound sat on his desk.
Hell, he couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t do it again either. You were starting to feel the same as she did.
do you guys have a reason for hating Ochako, I don't get it, I see a consistent back-to-back request for me to shit on her
#deku angst#mha angst#deku x black reader#rip ochako#mha x black reader#deku x reader#deku isnt a good person
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Izuku x Cheater reader
Contains: cheating, cuckholding, recording, degradation, dirty talk
"Mhmm... Katsuki... Slow down!"
He didn't slow down as he thrusted in and out of his girlfriend's pussy. She covered her mouth she knew he wasn't going slow down and she didn't want anyone to hear her. It was risky for them to have sex in the classroom as her other boyfriend was here at school.
Y/n was dating Izuku for a long time. But she fell in love with Katsuki soon, she knew it was wrong but she couldn't stay away. Especially when his dick made her feel so good. Izuku didn't last long, he always slipped out, he couldn't make her cum. It always ended up with Izuku being the only one cumming and him apologizing and her ending the night with Katsuki's cum leaking out of her tight little cunt. He could make her cum with his fingers and that's what made her coming back.
Katsuki didn't feel bad at all. He was annoyed when he heard that the hot Y/n L/n was dating that loser Deku. But boy did we feel fucking proud when he got her on his bed with his cock up in her pussy.
"No Y/n I'm not slowing down..."
"B-But people will hear or somebody might walk in."
"And?"
"I'm dating Izuku! I can't be seen like this..."
"You wouldn't have to hide if you just dated me."
"..."
The girl kept quiet. The two kept going on until Katsuki came inside her pussy. The girl moaned loudly as he dumped his load inside her.
"Good girl... Taking my cock so well... Such a whore aren't you. Having sex in a classroom. Are you that desperate for my cock you'll let me ram my dick inside you in a classroom?"
"I'm a w-whore who loves y-y-your cock s-so much..."
"Dirty whore..."
Time skip
"Hey baby how was your day?"
"Oh, it was good. I did the usual today."
"Good good."
As Izuku was rambling about his day Y/n was thinking of Katsuki's dick. She felt horrible for doing this to her boyfriend, he was a sweet guy. He just couldn't have sex really well. But any girl would fall in love with Katsuki's dick. His thick long cock ramming her insides filling her up. Her pussy spread wide leaking with Katauki's cum. Thinking of that made her underwear wet. Even though she fucked him earlier today she wanted him still. She settled up in her room and took out her phone.
She invited Katsuki over and he was smug as hell. He replied with a message:
"Really? You still want me?"
"Yes, yes I do. Please come to my room."
"Fine."
A few minutes later he knocked on her room door. She let him in and locked the door behind her. They got on her bed and began to make out. His hand was traveling her body and he went under her pants. He rubbed her clit she moaned softly as he caressed it.
He pulled away from the kiss and took out his erect dick. He teased her by rubbing the tip on her swollen clit.
"K-Katsuki... Please just p-put it in..."
"Put it in where?"
"M-My pussy..."
He pushed his dick inside slowly and they both moaned.
"Fuck Y/n!"
She tightened around his hard dick and soon he began to move causing them to both grunt and moan. He began to thrust at her G-spot and she couldn't keep in her moans. It felt way too good, she had never felt this way before with Izuku.
"AHHHH! K-KATSUKI! PL-PLEASE DON'T STOP! MHMMMM!"
He chuckled softly and began thrusting harder. And the knot in her stomach came loose as she squirted all over his dick. He came inside her pussy and they both sighed.
"Hey Y/n?"
"Hmm?"
"Let's record a video for Izuku. I'll tell you what to say."
Izuku's POV:
I was doing homework when I was thinking about Y/n. Something has been off for a few days and I was worried about her. My thoughts were cut short when my phone buzzed. I picked it up and opened the notification. The video showed Y/n butt naked holding up peace signs.
I played the video feeling nervous.
"I-Izukuuuu! I-I'm not dating y-you anymore!
I found someone w-w-w-way better! I c-can't live without hi-his dickkkk!"
"You hear that Deku? She loves my cock way better than your babydick. Are you that useless that you can't even keep your girlfriend?"
I just stared down at the phone as Y/n's moans filled up my room. I came through my pants and I jerked off to that video. I am useless. I'm so useless I'm jerking off to my rival fucking my girlfriend.
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Bakugou cheating on s/o?
Cheater!bakugo x reader (angst)
TW: Swearing, cheating
Note: just reading this request hurt my heart strings 😔 I cried while writing this
Katsuki didn't want to tell you, because he knew it'd break you.
But he needed to tell you, he couldn't let you think nothing was wrong, and keep being such an amazing person to him when he was such a dick to you.
It had been less than 12 hours since he did it, so why was it already completely eating him up?
Katsuki took a shaky breath before walking into the kitchen.
"Hey babe! I made breakfast." You cheered, wide smile on your face, as placed a plate of food onto the table.
It should've made him feel better, but it only made him worse. He didn't deserve to see you smile, to have go out of your way to wake up early and make breakfast.
"Thanks..." He mumbled, sitting down across from you.
Katsuki looked down at his food, you made his favorite.
A bunch of bacon, a 3 stack of pancakes, and eggs with extra pepper and hot sauce.
He felt sick to his stomach.
Katsuki didn't deserve any of this, and you didn't deserve what he did to you.
'When did everything start moving in slow motion?' He thought. You picked up a piece of pancake 10 seconds ago, but you hadn't taken a bite yet. You were still slowly raising your fork to your mouth.
'I need to tell you now.' Was all that raced through his mind.
Katsukis heart rushed so fast it physically hurt. He felt like he was going to puke. And why the hell was it so hot?
"Katsu? Is everything okay?" He heard your concerned voice ask, snapping him out of his altered state.
"I cheated on you."
His words lingered in the air, the silence between you was ear splitting.
Katsuki watched your face. You had a confused smile on, but your eyes said you were sad as hell, and scared.
"T-thats a joke..." You sputtered.
He couldn't do anything but look down at him steaming plate of food, he didn't want to see how bad he hurt you.
"Katsuki, that's a joke. Please tell me its a joke." You whimpered, your voice pained.
Your throat hurt, and you felt like you couldn't breathe, your tears were already streaming down your face.
You knew Katsuki wasn't joking, he'd never make a joke like that. You wanted to ask on the very off chance it was a joke, to make yourself feel better.
Katsuki heard you sniffle and gasp lightly. What did he just do to you? Why did he do it to you?
He wanted to blame it on the 7 shots of vodka he had, but he knew it wasn't that. He wanted to blame it on the girl that looked and sounded similar to you, but he knew you, and that wasn't you.
"Did I... Did I do something wrong?" You asked him.
Did you do something wrong? What kind of question was that? Anything bad thing that happened in your relationship was a result of Katsukis choices.
Arguments, everytime you almost broke up because you felt neglected, when there was drama about you two in the press because of something he said.
"What— No! No..." Katsuki assured you. "You did everything right, and you did it amazing." He told you.
"Then why did you do it?" You questioned.
'Why did i do it?' Katsuki wondered himself. You were everything he's ever wanted, all in one person.
"I don't know." He admitted.
"I- I'm going upstairs." You said, getting up from the table.
Katsuki didn't know what came over him, but he got up and grabbed your wrist.
"I'm leaving." He blunt told you.
"What—" You attempted to speak.
"You don't need me, you never have. I need you. But I don’t even treat you right, so why should I have you?" Katsuki expressed.
You looked so confused. You didn't understand what he was trying to do, what he was trying to say.
"You remember our first argument? I told you to go with stupid Deku instead." He reminisced.
"I wanted you to go with him." Katsuki admitted. "I'm the last thing you need, anyone of those extras from UA could treat you better, even Sparky." His voice shook more with every word, it hurt to come to terms with it, but you both know it was true.
"I'm sorry I did this to you, you didn't deserve anything I did to you. I hope who ever you get with next gives you what you actually deserve."
You crumbled to the floor, a seemingly endless stream of tears flowing down your face.
You were confused, hurt, angry, and especially heartbroken.
Just the other day, you were talking about your future together. Marriage, kids, your retirement. And now he tells you he screwed some other girl? You couldn't make sense of it all.
"I'm so sorry." Katsuki apologized again.
"I'll be back to pick up my things tomorrow, I'll make sure you're not home so you don't have to see me."
He got a pained sob in response, you were still on the floor, holding the wrist he touched, like him touching you was equivalent to a burn.
Opening the front door and grabbing his keys, Katsuki turned around to look at you one last time.
'I can't believe I did this.' He thought, looking at your tear soaked face. You were looking at him now, he couldn't tell what you were thinking, if you hated him. But he was just happy that you looked at him at all, even if the sight of him repulsed you now, being in your line of sight was always a blessing to him.
"Y/n, it's okay if you hate me. You could wish death on me right now and still mean the world to me... and I hope you know that." Katsukis grip on the door was deadly, and his hand was shaking.
His words only made you cry more, and made you hold your head in your hands and face towards the ground.
"You were, and will always be, the love of my life. I hope you can find someone like that. And again, I'm sorry."
Thats the last thing he ever said to you, before shutting the door.
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𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋
Update: 10/20/23
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Dirty work: Ler assclass Lee karma
Loosen up: Ler 3-E staff Lee Gakuho
The best of the best: Switches Karma & Nagisa
Give me attention: Lee Isogai Ler Maehara
Not so funny now huh?: Lee karma Lers Isogai & Maehara
Stone Cold what?: Lee itona Ler terasaka
Your big and bad Huh?: Lee Nagisa Ler Terasaka
Tutoring with Isogai: Lee Maehara Ler Isogai
Stretch it out: Lee Sugino Ler Korosensei
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-Black butler
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-BNHA/MHA
Handicap:Ler Bakusquad Lee Bakugou
Little Hero: Lee bakugou Ler Dabi,Toga
Funny joke: Lee todoroki Ler Tsu,Baku,Kami
Not the deal: Leebakugou Ler Kaminari
Sandy shrieks: Lee bakugou Ler kirishima
Grumpy Gus: Lee bakugou Ler Mitsuki,Masaru
Coincidence: Lee todoroki Ler Compress, Twice
Date Night: Lee Jirou Ler Momo
You Cheater!: Lee Reader Ler Sero ft.Deku
Manly-est: Lee Kiri and Sero Ler Sero, Denki, and Bakugou
Birthday Tradition: Lee Deku Ler Kiri, Denki, Bakugou
Lessons with Best Jeanist: Lee bakugou Ler Best Jeanist
A magician never reveals their secrets: Lee Compress Ler Izuku and Kurogiri
Running Errands: Switches Iida and Self insert (Ginger/Em)
Good vibes only: Lee Compress Lers Toga and Twice
You’ll fit in just fine: Lee reader Lers bakugou Todoroki, and Deku
-Boondocks
i ain’t no snitch:Ler Huey Lee Riley
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-Demon Slayer
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Ohoo it’s on brother: Ler bokuto Lee Kuroo
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Hi hope you don’t mind me asking , but what WIPS are you working on if you don’t mind me asking ?
Hi! I don’t mind answering at all :)
Currently I have 7 “drafts”. From most recent to oldest it’s: Yandere!PH! Deku x Reporter! Reader,
Pervert Shinso drabble(which is done Idk why I haven’t posted it yet lol),
an EraserMic x Reader x Shinso multi part fic that has three parts done (I can’t pick a title so I won’t post it yet💀),
just the plot outline for a cheater fic (I don’t even have a character picked for it yet lmao)
Domestic KiriBaku head canons
KiriBaku Cuck fic (kind of dark themes)
Yandere! Kirishima x reader
Stranger With Your Face part 10 is on hold right now because until recently there wasn’t much interaction with it. I’m planning on working on it as soon as it get some of these requests done!
But over the course of like 3 days I’ve gotten so many amazing requests and ideas from them that mentally there’s at least 20+ drafts in my head. I wish I could write faster lmao. I might have to pause taking requests for a little bit so I can knock some of these out. I’ll probably cap them once I get like 30 total.
Thanks for the ask!!
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