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the consequences of constellations izuku midoriya ── ᡣ𐭩 ˙ ̟🩰 !!

⋆˙ᝰ about ! you’re in love with your best friend and you’re sleeping with him too… so you count the constellation-like freckles on his back to cope with the idea that he doesn’t love you in the same way. ( 2K )

warnings ! minors blank and ageless blogs do not interact. nsfw, suggestive, smut, angst. characters aged up to 20s, friends with benefits, unrequited love, mutual pining sorta, experimental piece, i wanted to play around with metaphors to do with space, fem!reader, pro hero!deku.

how do you always end up back here?

the answer remains a mystery to you, really. out of all the things that human-kind are capable of, their powers and prettiness, their strength and their stamina — even their knowledge used to invent the space shuttle that traverses the wonders of the uncharted starry abyss…and you still end up here.

you always end up in the same place — amongst the crumpled linen of pro hero deku’s one bedroom condo. it’s high up enough that it just touches the skyline, it dips past the surface of powder blue skies into the inky black canvas of night to which you find yourself falling victim to sinful touches and muted whispers of pleasure.

it’s the same every time; izuku calls and you answer without hesitation — come rain or shine. you’ll often tumble past the threshold of his apartment with regret and pain pushed to the back of your mind because you’d much rather kiss him and taste the cigarette ash on his tongue in the moment than think logically or have some sense about you. in your world, there’s no better feeling in the world than deku’s masterful, scarred hands spanning out against the base of hour spine or napping out your curves. nothing beats the euphoric high you get from his hips smacking against yours almost in tune with the beat of his heart.

he pulls you into his orbit. he places himself at the centre of your universe. he fills you up both physically and mentally to the point where every inch of your body and every corner of your heart is overcome with a scorching need for izuku midoriya, like you’ve been engulfed by the sun, it tingles at the tips of your toes and fingers to the top of your head. when he moans your name after every orgasm you share together desire lights up within you like a solar flare — you feel special, desired and maybe even loved.

but this is just sex.

it’s always been just sex, especially to izuku.

there’s a risk in allowing yourself to believe it could ever be anything more, and yet, you can’t stop yourself from indulging in this sweet fantasy every time you end up tangled in the pro hero’s expensive sheets. how could you not when he fucks you like you’re the only woman he’s ever loved.

playing pretend in your head while he sends shooting stars of ecstasy across your line of sight.

shame and regret always hits you like a truck right after — forcing you to deal with the derailing reality that is loving someone who doesn’t want you back and sleeping with them just to get close enough to that feeling of adoration. it’s bad in the morning, but worse at night after deku has cleaned you up with a tender touch and tucked you in for some sleep — rolled onto his side as his own breathing evens out and his consciousness floats away into the depths of deep, empty space.

you think that he’s still sleeping when the constellations of honey brown freckles on his back begin to blur and your vision swims from unshed tears and you curl in on yourself. claw marks and crescent moons from your perfectly trimmed nails have left their mark on his golden skin, etched between sun-spotted freckles and a collection of faded battle scars — if you look close enough, one might mistake the surface level wounds you’ve left on deku’s body as an attempt at scratching through the space-time continuum to be closer to him.

izuku stays awake, hoping that you’ll find the strength to get up and leave him so that he doesn’t have to turn around and pretend to love you again. though, there’s a selfish wish rooted in the back of his mind, longing for you to stay. for you to play make believe for a little longer, to wish upon the North Star and beg for some kind of grace from god — hoping that izuku midoriya will love you some way, somehow.

he’ll fake it for as long as he can, if it means being the only person to touch you and hold you and kiss you. he’ll pretend to rip every star in the sky for you and breathe false affection past your lips with every kiss if it means he can replace the pain in your lungs and help you breathe a little easier. because in his own twisted way, izuku cares about your feelings…at least to some degree. he’d rather pretend than end things right here, right now. maybe that’s his saviour complex and his instinctual, dire need to save people who doesn’t need saving.

maybe it’s because this little arrangement has gone on for far too long, to the point where he can’t tell what hurts you or what doesn’t.

when the bulking pro hero shifts beneath the linen sheets, you hand bolts out to grab him — and, as if you’re protecting the embers of a dying flame, a fading star between your fingers, you pull him back into your chest. grasping onto him, holding out for something. you’re afraid that if you let go, izuku will disappear into space’s abyss and you might never get to have him like this again. another selfish wish. this time from you, not from him.

don’t go. you want to tell him. don’t fizzle away. you want to say. you know that it’s wrong to want to keep someone you can’t, who won’t love you, around. it’s testament to how much respect you have for yourself, how much self worth you have. which, from the looks of it, is little to none. you feel like you might die without izuku, even if what you have of him is so little. a plant with a crane its neck reaching for even the tiniest bit of sunlight to grow… that’s how you feel about izuku’s…affections for you. even if it’s not real love, you still yearn for it and blossom underneath it. even if you should let him go because you love him, you don’t want to.

out of fear that he may not come back.

when izuku says your name, whispers it into the black hole of the night — he treats it as if it’s made of gold. the syllables heavy on his tongue, weighing it down with a force of gravity. “are you awake?” he adds, despite feeling the shake of your limbs behind him from crying. he speaks slow and tender, the gravel of the early morning still in his voice.

your breath hitches warmly against his bare back like a mist over his sun spotted freckles. “no.” a dishonest answer that would have given you away instantly had the evergreen haired hero not already been up and listening to you cry. you sound strained, stuffy and he knows your pretty eyes are probably a putrid red and that there’s snot stains left in tracks on his satin sheets. and maybe, if he loved you like he should — this wouldn’t have happened, he wouldn’t feel so much guilt to the point where he feels sick to his stomach.

loving you is dangerous territory, like a trip to the uncharted parts of deep dark space. the concept alone is terrifying enough to send icy blood through izuku midoriya’s veins where he’s usually so hopeful and fearless. if he lets himself, for even a second, fall in love with you — there would be a chance your life would change for the worse, a chance that you wouldn’t be able to bare the long nights without him or the weeks where he’s gone. you hardly see deku now, how would you cope when he’s finally yours but too far away from you to touch. you could be in the same bed and he would still be light years away, galaxies ahead of your own train of thought because he is constantly thinking of who and how to save next.

not to mention the very fact that his existence is a threat to your livelihood, with villains lurking around every corner just waiting for a chance to make the number one weak…

…loving izuku midoriya would be like standing still in the middle of a hurricane on jupiter.

no one would be able to withstand the largest storm in the universe, not even you, and the strength you find in loving izuku.

still, you’re a liar and izuku knows it. even if he’s not supposed to. the bed creaks beneath his weight as he rolls over to face you, freckled cheek sinking into the cotton hills on his pillows as he finally sets his emerald sights on you. “you must be dreaming then,” he laughs fondly through his nose when he speaks, bringing a thumb up from underneath the duvet to swipe away your drying tears. the ones you tried so desperately to hide. water doesn’t fall in out space, it drifts endlessly and becomes a liquid with no form. izuku wishes you weren’t crying over him.

shrugging, you lean into the man’s touch, letting deku cup your cheeks and trace your smile lines that don’t seem so smiley anymore. the early morning moonlight ( the sun has yet to rise ), illuminates the stars in his mossy eyes that practically plead for you to let go, and your heart lurches painfully. he feels sorry for you. “i hope so.” comes your tired whisper. embarrassed and heartbroken, you look away and tuck your face under the duvet — chin brushing your naked shoulders, skin bare and bitten and bruised from the night before. “if i am, i don’t want to wake up.”

“what happens in your dreams?” capturing your chin between his fingers, izuku tilts your gaze over to him — inquisitive, cautious as if you’re an alien life form and he’s trying his best not to scare you away. he doesn’t quite understand you, why you keep returning to him , only to find yourself naked, vulnerable and heartbroken the next day.

“you love me back, i think. we’re more than what we are right now.”

bitter selfishness tacks itself to the back of your throat like bile — you know that you’re being unkind and greedy to izuku by voicing your thoughts out loud, begging him for even the tiniest slither of love but what’s worse is the lack of compassion for yourself. the endless torture you inflict on your being just waiting for the number one hero to maybe love you back.

in away, it makes you deserving of one another. whatever it is that the two of you have is no healthier than a pack of cheap cigarettes from the combini at the top of the road. a nicotine addiction that neither of you seem to be able to quit. humming into the moonlit void, deku brushes a thumb over your streaked, pudgy cheek — tracing the tear stains and the tracks left by the lines in the pillowcase.

his eyes shimmer like the Milky Way on a clear night as he looks at you, strands of longing twisting within the vibrant green flecks in midoriya’s eyes. it must be lonely for him out there — he’s in another universe of his own and you can hardly compare to or comprehend it. “are you still dreaming?” he asks.

reaching up, you grab his wrist from underneath the covers — feeling his pulse beat steadily underneath the pad of your thumb. “i hope so.” you repeat your words from earlier, lashes fluttering against your cheeks — heart pounding.

“then i’ll love you how you like,” midoriya agrees, masking his sadness with his signature hero smile. the one he uses to let the people he saves know that everything will be okay. even when it’s not. izuku treats you like a damsel in distress and maybe you are. you need saving from yourself, from him and he knows it. you both do. “at least until you wake up.”

nodding, you close your eyes and lock off the rest of your senses — listening to only the sounds your steady breathing mingling in your own personal pocket of space. time freezes for the two of you, you don’t know how many light years it’s been before you speak again — but izuku’s warmth is still there, still enveloping you like the brilliant rays of the sun at the centre of your universe. he doesn’t dare cast you out into the icy cold of space. not yet.

“then i’ll try to keep dreaming, i’m not ready to wake up just yet.” comes your quiet voice as you lean forward to press your forehead against izuku’s freckled one.

not yet.

he exhales, deep and sad, but cups your face a little tighter and draws you in a little closer. “me either, not yet.”

not yet. together, wrapped up in one another, the two of you decide that you'll stay lost in the web of constellations for a little bit longer.

not yet.

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gglitch1dd · 2 months

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I can imagine villain Deku and reader meeting at a hero Galla and they meet and Deku and reader dance around the ball room omg I love him so much!!!

Angel

Villain Midoriya Izuku X Hero Fem Reader

I loved writing this. Lowkey cute. Warning: Small Bakugou x Reader

You watched as couples danced on the dance floor as you stood on the sidelines silently watching. You pulled on a smile at everyone enjoying yourself and you were enjoying yourself. The mascaraed gala was a charity event, one that kept most people guessing on who on earth they were dancing with, although for certain individuals it was easier to tell than others.

For starters, you could identify ProHero Dynamight with your eyes closed. With his attitude and loud voice, it wasn't that hard to tell who was behind the mask. However, it was interesting seeing how nice he could clean up. It was better than you thought. His hair slicked back and crimson eyes looked almost deadly in a black mask that suited his black suit.

However, with other heroes it wasn't so obvious. For starters there was a large man, built like a tank but his hair was a dark black that cascaded down his back. You wondered who on earth he was, with such candy apple eyes. He seemed rather illusive with only low chuckles and conversations. You were guessing it might have been ProHero RedRiot, but his hair wasn't black.

You surveyed the area, trying to see whose identity you could figure out.

"Got any guesses?" You turned your head at the voice that spoke to you.

Standing with a glass of champagne in hand was a man you didn't recognize. He had dark hair, nearly black but with the glow of the light you could catch a touch of green. Freckles littered his cheeks and body, with four prominent ones on each cheek. He was a large man with a build that clearly showed that he was fit. He was dressed in a suit that fitted him beyond words. However it was his eyes, that left you speechless.

Green. Vivid green. They were a swirling pool of poison just pulling you in, trying to corrupt you. You weren't sure who this man was but you couldn't look away from him and he had only asked you a single question.

You blinked before finally regaining your thoughts. "Hm?" You asked.

He chuckled before motioning in the direction you were looking at. "Have any guesses as to who's who?" He asked as he leaned down closer to you.

You chuckled but nodded. "Only some. We all know who's Dynamight."

He let out a hum. "I don't think he was even trying." The sentiment made to laugh but you couldn't deny that.

You motioned to someone else. "That one is ProHero Pinky."

"Considering she's the only pink woman I know, it makes sense." He shrugged.

"The person she's talking to should be Cellophane."

"The elbows were a dead giveaway."

You giggled as you turned to look up at the man beside who. You tilted your head in wonder. "I don't think we've ever met before."

He nodded his head almost definitely. "We have." He told you honestly.

You tilted your head confused. You don't remember ever seeing this man before nor talking to him in the slightest. "We have?" You asked. Maybe he was a lower rank hero you had worked on a big mission before.

"Yes." He nodded frankly. "I distinctly remember. I think..." He started to think back. "I was the man of your dreams."

You rolled your eyes with an amused chuckle. "Oh wow. Good one." That brought a broad grin to his face, revealing sharp white canines to company a dazzling smile.

"You might know me," He shrugged, "But I know a lot about you." He motioned over to you. "Everyone knows about the Commission's beautiful and..." you noticed his eyes dance down your figure, your dress hugging every curve, muscle and trace of your body. You felt your stomach tighten into knots. "Ravishing Angel."

YN- Quirk: Angel. YN has the ability to sprout Angel wings from her back and provide healing and enhancing abilities to all those within her range.

You felt your face heat up as you turned away from him. "My quirk is nothing fantastic."

"Oh no, but it is." He nodded sincerely as he put a hand to your chin. Slowly he turned you to face up at him. His eyes seemed to bare into your soul, almost as if he could touch your heart and hold it in his hand. "It's absolutely extraordinary. You are absolutely extraordinary." He breathed out heavily making you glance down at his pink lips before looking back up at him. "I mean... a quirk like that is a gold mine. I do wonder, does sprouting your wings hurt you? It would be very interesting if it did, considering when they come out they seem to slip out from your skin. Are they always there, just hidden? What were your parents quirks to result in yours. And your enhancing powers, do they just enhance the quirk or the person as well? It would be very interesting if it did both and-"

You watched with wide eyes as this man started to talk a mile a minute. His analysis and wonder about your quirk was honestly rather interesting to hear. Hearing just how much he was interested in it but also how much he had noticed. It was like hearing an anlysis of your being.

You let out a giggle, finding him rather cute the way he just started rambling like that.

The green haired man paused but let out a chuckle as a small blush went over his cheeks underneath the white mask he wore on his face. "Sorry I tend to ramble." He apologised with a bow.

You shook your head. "No it's fine. I like it." You told him honestly as you stared up at him. "I'd love to answer your questions some time, actually." You let out open endedly.

You watched his eyebrows twitch before a smirk pulled onto his lips. "Really?" You nodded your head. His eyes seemed to darken, almost turning lethal enough to make your legs quiver. You weren't sure what was wrong with you today. "I'd love that." He put down his champagne glass on a tray of a waiter who passed behind him, shocking you at how perceptive he was. He moved to put his large scarred hand on the curve of your back. "Dance with me?" He asked lowly, close to your ear.

You sucked in a breath at the close proximity but you nodded your head. With a smirk against your ear, he pulled you towards the dance floor just as the next song was about to start. He pulled you right against him, keeping one hand on your hip while the other consumed your smaller hand in his larger one. The both of you began to dance.

You let him lead you on the dancefloor with other couples, the both of you moving in stride as you moved step by step. His steps were definite and calculated and somehow he managed to stir you away from all the other couples but he only kept his eyes on you.

He was downright intoxicating and you felt like you couldn't breathe with how close the both of you are. You wondered who on earth was he? Did he work for the commission? Was he another hero? A reporter? A higher ranking police officer or government official? A politician? You couldn't find a single name that fit his profile but you couldn't seem to care as you both glided together.

You felt so small in his embrace, his large hands holding you and basically moving you along with him, allowing you the pleasure of not thinking as you both moved in tandem.

"I must say, you are far too pretty to be working as a hero." He told you with a gentle smile.

"Oh?"

He nodded as he swept you to the left away from onlookers as you continued to move together. "Far. You're too perfect for this crowd. Don't you think, angel?" He asked. You felt his hand move up your spine, the feeling of his calloused fingers on your skin making you shiver with a gasp. "How has no one swept you off your feet?"

"I..." You didn't really have an answer for that. You shrugged. "I guess I'm a better friend than lover." You answered.

"I don't think so, angel." He dipped his head down closer to your ear, his lips brushing against it. "You look like an excellent lover." He pulled you closer to him making you have to stifle a whine. He grinned against your ear. A deep chuckle rumbled out of his lips as he grinned, a deep growl leaving his lips. "Absolutely devine."

"ANGEL, Step away from the villain!" The music had stopped playing, you finally noticed. At the shout, suddenly you stopped dancing as you turned to look at Dynamight who had his eyes locked on you and the man you were dancing with. He looked absolutely enraged and so did other heroes that seemed to now surround you.

You looked at him confused. "Villain? What-"

"You know Kacchan, I find it very rude that you interrupted my dance." The man you were dancing with said with a frown. "I was having such a nice time and-"

"Get your slimy fucking hands off of her!" He shouted.

You watched the green eyed man frown. Suddenly, you saw electricity cross his eyes as he frowned. "You know... cursing in front of a lady is rude Kacchan. Did your mother not teach you any manners?" He asked as he moved a hand up to take off his mask. "I guess not, considering you are still as horrid as you were ten years ago."

At the drop of his mask you felt all the air get sucked out of you. You stilled in fear as you realised who it was you were dancing with.

At the look of realisation in your eyes, you watched him smirk. "Remember me now, angel?" He asked with a low chuckle as he bowed and took your hand. "It was an honour to dance with you. I'll be seeing you very soon. You have to do good on the promise you made me."

"DEKU-"

"I'M SPEAKING!" You watched his hair turn white as electricity surrounded both him and you as he shouted at Dyanmight. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry you had to see that, angel. Unfortunately, I have to leave. It seems I have overstayed my welcome."

With a flash of light, he was gone, disappeared into the night with only the doors to the hall left opened and his mask left on the floor.

A growl came out of dynamight as he ripped his mask off his face and looked to sidekicks that had entered the building. "Get Angel to the bunker in the Commission Headquarters immediately!" He shouted. "I want every hero on patrol in the area on the look out! We can't let him get away!" He barked.

At that, suddenly the evening was over as everyone seemed to be rushing. However walking over to you was said Dynamight. The angry looking blond held a scowl to his face as he approached you. His large imposing figure, packed with muscle yet grace reached you.

"Are you alright?" He managed to ask, softer than you expected from him.

You hesitated as you looked down at the mask that Deku had left. At the sight of it, Dynamight scowled and stepped on it. "We'll keep you safe, he won't lay a hand on you." You felt one of his hands move to the small of your back, pulling you a bit closer to him in possession.

You still couldn't get over the fact that you had just danced with an S-Ranking villain.

Deku.

-Glitch1d

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frickingnerd · 10 months

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childhood friends to lovers with katsuki bakugou

pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

tags: mutual pining, jealousy, reader dating other boys, fluff

katsuki was the type of little boy who thought girls were gross!

he would always avoid you with his friends, yet stare longingly when you went to play with deku instead

your moms were friends, so katsuki and mitsuki regularly came over and the two of you were forced to spend time together

after a while, katsuki started to enjoy playing with you, but would only do so if he was visiting you with his mother

otherwise he'd act as if you were gross and tell his friends he'd never ever like a girl!

katsuki would always pick on your friends, pull their hair or call them names, just to get your attention

you'd always scold him and ruffle through his hair, causing the boy to bark at you and call you a witch!

when the two of you were in middle school, bakugou became a little less childish and for the first time, the two of you had a normal relationship

he was a good friend of yours, almost as close as a brother

but whenever you'd call him that, he'd yell at you

"no no NO NO NOO– DON'T SAY THAT–!!" he'd bark and glare at you, causing you to chuckle

it was only when you were getting older that you understood why he hated it so much

you two were now in high school and he wasn't the only male friend you had anymore

bakugou had changed a lot since childhood, but he still glared at every boy that got close to you

whenever you were going out with a boy, bakugou would try to talk some sense into you and get you to drop that guy

he still couldn't stand to see you with someone else, nor could he admit he was in love with you

but he just watched as you went out with one boy. and then another one

and everytime things didn't work out, he comforted you after they broke up with you

it took him until your third boyfriend to finally man up and do something about his feelings!

your former boyfriends were all idiots and katsuki couldn't just sit still while watching you get hurt anymore

you were giving your firsts to those idiots who didn't even treat you right!

you were getting ready for another date with this guy from class 1B, when katsuki showed up in front of your dorm room, begging you not to go!

after all those years, he finally told you how he felt about you. that he had been in love with you for years

he couldn't keep it to himself anymore. he couldn't stay away from you anymore!

katsuki was worried that you would turn him down

you just quietly stared at him after he spoke and for the first time in his life, he felt nervous

"don't you have anything to say, dumbass..?" he mumbled nervously

"i think you forgot to ask me something, dumbass~" you just huffed back amused

katsuki thought for a moment, before he finally realized it and started to smile

"would you like to be my girlfriend, y/n?"

you took a step forward, getting on your tiptoes and slowly got closer and closer to katsuki

"i'd love to~" you whispered, before finally locking lips with your childhood friend

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thecuriousquest · 6 months

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Everything has a Price

Bisexual & Poly Yan!TodoBakuDeku x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Yandere themes, SFW, implied kidnapping, isolation punishment, neglect, starvation, conditioning, bisexual & polyamorous TodoBakuDeku, dominant behavior, aggressive behavior, I don’t know how frostbite works

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You realized fairly early on how to piss off your captor’s individually and combined.

If you want to upset Izuku, all you have to do is throw a tantrum. Cry, scream, kick, throw things. But you can’t stop even when he’s trying to calm you down. You have to bite the bullet, fight your declining energy because if you give in then it won’t work. You have to wail and flinch every time he tries to touch you, console you. If you do this long enough, he’ll end up in tears of frustration and sadness because you’re sad and he doesn’t know how to make you feel better.

If you want to piss off Bakugou, all you have to do is seem disinterested in anything he has to say. Every time he kisses you, you have to kiss him back and then look him dead in the eyes and say, “I’ve had better.” If he hugs you with a little squeeze, ask him, “Are you not going to the gym as much anymore? You feel a little weaker now.” Always talk to him with a lack of excitement. It will infuriate him.

Todoroki is a different story. He’s very unique compared to your two very sensitive captors. Not a lot of things piss him off. Throwing tantrums doesn’t work, and acting disinterested in anything he has to say or show you doesn’t help because he will just shrug it off and read a book or something. No, you have to hit him where it hurts the most. You have to do this one out of the blue. You can’t be arguing with him, you can’t be having a conversation with him before you say this. While he’s watching tv, tell him, “You remind me of your father,” and then don’t follow up with an explanation.

It will eat at him. He’ll sit there, wondering what you meant. He’ll try to ask you about it, but you just shrug and go back to whatever it is you were doing. He doesn’t get any sleep that night or for the remaining nights that week. It doesn’t work if you do it too often so space it out.

This is how you individually piss them off, though. Collectively, you have to target one of them when they’re all together. Don’t show favoritism. You have to verbally berate one of them in front of all of them, and it works even better if you attack Bakugou.

Deku loves his Kachan, and Shoto is pretty defensive of his boyfriend. Now all of them are mad, and you’re feeling very smug at having riled them up.

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However, you never expected things to turn out the way they do when you suddenly find yourself thrown into an empty shed in the dead middle of winter. Bakugou pushes you in with a nasty snarl grazing his lips. He points a stern finger at you as you cower in the corner.

“Alright, bitch, we’ve all had enough of your fucking shitty behavior! You want out? You’re gonna learn to appreciate what we give you in that house, and you won’t step foot inside until you do.”

The ash blonde slams the door shut behind him as he walks out. You hear a bunch of locks click from the outside.

So, here you are in a sweater and jeans, curled up in a corner, trying to fight off the winter air nipping at your goosebump covered flesh. You’re very grateful for your fuzzy socks. You curl your toes, hoping to gather some warmth.

You can see your own breath in the dim lighting of the shed.

The sun slips in and out of the sky over the course of two days. You’re only allowed this view because of a very small window, not one you can crawl through. You could probably only stick your hand outside if you broke it. However, you don’t need anymore problems.

Stomach growling, shivering with the frost bitten air, you bring your knees up to your chest and hide your face in the warmth of your elbow. If you hadn’t made them so angry so often, they wouldn’t have stuffed you in here. Rebuking yourself for your situation is all you can do, and it reduces you to whimpers and sniffles.

The door opens, and you see Katsuki’s boots stomp inside. He throws a bowl of rice at you. Cocking his elbow back, sending it towards your feet, and letting the plastic bowl crash. The grains spill everywhere by your sock-covered toes, but it’s the only warmth you’ve gotten over the last few days.

Before you can even say anything, the door is closing, and you can hear him stomp through the snow on the way back to the house.

Gathering up as much rice as you can, you hold it in your numb fingers, letting the steam soak into the pads of your digits. You only eat it once the food turns cold.

Bakugou, Todoroki, and Midoriya keep you like this for what you feel like is two weeks. You’ve only been able to stave off frostbite due to the warm meal you get once every two days along with the hot bottle of water thrown at you every morning. Bakugou is always the one delivering these things to you because you know if you started crying to the others, they would just bring you back inside. He never says anything to you, tuning out your pleas for mercy.

He walks inside the shed with no water or rice to give you, and you clutch your angry stomach. Katsuki tilts his head at you, analyzing you, trying to determine what’s going through your head.

“There’s a nice breakfast inside waiting for you. All warm and fresh. You want it?”

You nod, keeping your nose hidden in the crook of your elbow.

“Alright then. Beg.”

Sitting on your knees, you beg just like the explosion hero taught you.

“I’m so sorry I was bad, Master. I won’t do it ever again. I’ll be good now. I swear, I’ll be good. Please, can I go inside and eat? Please, please, Master?”

He runs his fingers through your hair, ruffling your scalp slightly. “That’s a good girl. You gonna stop pissing us off?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Come on then.” He picks you up, one arm under your back and the other under your knees. He takes you inside the house, and you feel the dramatic change in temperature instantly.

Shoto walks up to you, moving a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Breakfast is on the table, Snowflake.”

“What do you have to say to IcyHot and the nerd?”

You look down at your hands. “I’m sorry I was so bad. Thank you for letting me come back inside.”

“It’s alright, Bunny! I’m just glad you’re going to be a good girl now.” Izuku kisses you on the head, and you don’t move away from him this time.

Leaning your head on Bakugou’s chest, he takes you into the kitchen before setting you on a chair.

You begin eating, thinking about how everything has a price. Apparently, pissing them off has one as well.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere shoto todoroki #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere todobakudeku #poly todobakudeku #todobakudeku

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quitesins · 2 years

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Calling them bro after you start dating

Masterlist

Katsuki | Shouto | Izuku | Eijirou

Tags: SFW, but suggestive, Fem!Reader, Crack? Fluff, Comedy, kinda ooc, Characters are all aged up, Deku’s is a lot more suggestive. The tense on this is all over the place, I’ll fix once I have the brain power to do so

Bakugou Katsuki

Even before you were dating it sort of ticked him off- being called bro by you- so after you start dating, does it drive him MAD!

“Stop that shit.”

You’re too used to his huffy behaviour so you pay it no mind, just rolling your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He glares, albeit not harshly.

His stare lingers and you find yourself finally caving and asking what’s wrong. “Bro what?”

“That.” He points at you, looking dramatically offended. “Calling me bro? I’m your Boyfriend.”

The realisation that it’s being called ‘bro’ that had Bakugou acting all pouty, has you choking back a laugh.

“Katsuki, bro, is that it?” You sputter through the giggles.

“Oh fuck off [Name].” It isn’t angry sounding and he takes a seat by you, almost cuddling. “What if I started calling you extra, Hah?”

“You used to!” You poke him and he shoots you yet another glare. “‘Fucking extra, go out with me’ if I recall correct.”

Then he’s groaning and turning his head, sporting an evident blush. “I thought we agreed to not talk about that again.”

“What, I said yes didn’t I?” You go to cup his cheeks so he faces you. You then push yourself to his lap, seating yourself comfortably “And here I am, in your arms, 5 years later.” His frown had started to soften, but like the menace you are, you couldn’t help but tease a little more. “Bro.”

This time he rolls his eyes, smitten enough to let you tease. “You’re the fuckin’ worst, ya’ know that?” His words mean nothing with how gentle they leave him.

“I know.” You grin, pecking him on the lips. “But you love me anyways.”

He returns your kisses almost instinctively, then sighs out a soft. “Yeah… I do.”

“But actually stop calling me bro, next time I’ll kick your ass.”

“Kats’!! You’re so mean!!”

Todoroki Shouto

Thinks he’s in the bro zone.

Although he’s not unaware of the feelings of those around him by any means, he can be a little ignorant to nuances of speech, taking things too literally at times. So when you refer to him as bro, oh he assumes the worst.

To be fair it isn’t just on him, you’re just as bad calling your crush bro. What did you expect.

It takes multiple hurdles, an abundance of google searches along the lines of “Does my crush like me back?” or “How to tell if a woman is interested you.” Unbelievably useless advice from resident-playboy Denki, and a more than awkward conversation with his father, for Shouto to actually find himself in a relationship with you.

So when you call him bro even after you start dating, oh god is he even more confused.

“[Name], Do you see me as a brother figure?”

The question is out of the blue and you can only stutter out a “What?”

“You keep calling me bro, even ‘broski’ once.” He prompts.

You hadn’t even noticed that, and it’s a little embarrassing to finally realise; you very much have been calling your crush-now-boyfriend ‘bro’ for years.

“Oh god, it’s just habit.” You insist. “I don’t see you as a brother, no.”

He doesn’t respond immediately, seemingly in thought.

When he does reply though, his words are a little stuttered. “You call- Katsuki and Izuku ‘bro’ too…”

You’re not sure why that matters until it clicks, he wants to be called something special.

“Would you like it if I called you something else, how about love? I think pretty suits you too.”

It’s not often you see Shouto flustered- confused maybe- but hardly bordering shy. Instead he’s one to be blunt and direct, sometimes even shameless. But now he sways, warm in the face, nodding his head and whispering out gently. “Yes. I’d like that.”

Midoriya Izuku

It’s not even you that gets to him, it’s Bakugou.

Laughing about “She calls you bro?? You fuckin’ nerd, bro-zoned by your own girl!”

Izuku knows it’s just habit and you see him as your man, more than knows mind you.

But he’s never been immune to Bakugou’s torments so it does keep him on high alert, taking note of the multiple times you call him bro.

When you’re leaving the house, it’s a “See you bro.” When you return, it’s a damn kiss alongside “I’m back bro.” Even when you go to say those three special words, it’s somehow tainted by being followed by “bro.”

Izuku doesn’t get mad often, but it’s really starting to agitate him hearing you call for him so casually.

“Okay, no more.” He one day stands up without any warning. Practically stomps over and tackles you to the ground.

It’s a tumble of laughter but one look at Izuku and you know you’re fucked.

His eyes are dark, his expression stern. It’s a look you hardly see on him, being so doting all the time. But it’s one you certainly don’t mind.

“You’ve gone far enough.” His voice is deep, almost rough, you can feel it on your skin. “I think we should just remind you what I’m really called…”

Kirishima Eijirou

Doesn’t notice the difference. And it’s probably because he calls you bro.

Everyone is a bro to him, all his crushes growing up were bros [and he wonders why none of them worked out] even his own Mother is a bro.

However draws the line during sexy times.

He’s kissing your neck, clearly initiating a little time away from work, while you type away at your desk.

“Ah come on bro, not now.”

He quite animatedly deflates, literally sinking with a frown.

“You ruin my fun.” He speaks, pout on his face.

“Sorry Bro, just a lil’ more paragraphs and I’m all yours.” You turn and give him a quick peck.

“No- It’s not that- you just.” He really is a sweetheart who would never be upset by being turned down. “Stop calling me bro.”

“Oh.” You almost laugh. “But you do it all the time.”

“Not while kissing you!!” Kirishima insists.

“Broooo.” You let out a dramatic sigh, paired with a smirk that Kirishima catches on to. He frowns.

“That’s it. I’m banning the word.” Kirishima stands up, determined. “Neither of us can use it anymore.”

You raise an eyebrow in his direction, amused by his new found commitment. He takes no mind to your lack of belief and remains dead set on his new pledge.

Doesn’t last a day.

Gets a call from Bakugou and picks up with “What’s up bro.”

As if he already expects you to be there laughing at his mistake, he shoots his head round and makes direct eye contact with you.

“Told ya’ you couldn’t do it-” You both stare each other down, silently daring the other to say another word. You take on the dare with a brilliant grin. “Bro!”

This is a very me thing to call everyone bro/brother or broski… anyways, clearing out my drafts and found this, I don’t particularly like each part but it did make me laugh a lil so hey! Why not post lol.

#fanfic #x reader #fanfiction #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #Todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #deku x reader #izuku x reader #Midoriya x reader #shoto x reader #mha headcanons #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines

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anisespice · 8 months

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“ BABY MOVE YOUR HIPS, DON’T BREAK IT ”

synopsis: they can’t handle how your hips move the way they do.

pairing: various x fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI. descriptions of sex, use of vulgar words (cunt, slut), biting, hair-pulling, mentions of alcohol, public sex/exhibitionism, and i think that’s it - feel free to let me know if I’ve missed anything!

notes: wheee some smut for your timeline - hope you enjoy! <333

“Shake it from your waist down.”

Getting to watch his resolve crumble with every nasty swirl of your hips was hands down your favorite part about riding him. No matter how badly the ache in your thighs begged you to take a break, it’d be drowned out by the sound of him begging you not to, even though minutes ago he was so adamant on finishing his game.

If you even slowed down for a moment, he’d buck up into you desperately, pawing at your supple thighs for more of your tricks. Controller long discarded on the floor, game reduced to mere background noise, a teasing grin adorned your face at the complete delirious and love-struck expression on his, borderline entranced without anything else in that empty head but the feeling your snug walls, sucking him in so deep it made his toes curl.

“jesus—fuck.. jus’ like that..j-jus’ like that baby, shit.. use me, c’mon, fuckin’ use me!”

His mouth hung open long enough for drool to slip out the sides, moaning like a bitch when you switched up the rhythm on him out of nowhere that sent those watery, unfocused eyes to the back of his skull. His arms wrapped tightly around your middle like a lifeline, legs spreading wider to force him deeper into your gushy cunt as he buried his face in your neck, biting down on the sensitive spot to control his pathetic whines. You hissed, eyes fluttering but grabbed a fistful of his hair in retaliation, yanking him back. He keened, dick doing somersaults in your guts from both the sting and the searing look in your eyes.

You scoffed. “Don’t remember.. giving you—uhnshit!…g-giving you permission to hide your pretty sounds from me, slut..”

Ineligible apologies flowed out of him, as did the tears down his face from the intense feeling, bits of your name in the mix of it somewhere. It’s not until you ascended off his dick painstakingly slow before stilling at the tip to pulse around the sensitive head, nearly making him sob, then slamming back down does he let you hear it all.

Especially when you repeat the motion again and again and again.

“Oh, f-fuck! Fuckfuckfuck,wait..wait baby, g-gonna—hah!”

Without much choice he came prematurely, thick, hot cum filling you so deep you could’ve sworn you tasted it in the back of your throat. You cooed at him, racking your fingers through his hair as you fought back your own moans as he rode out his orgasm with strong, quick thrusts that would certainly have you walking funny later, milking him dry for all that he’s worth until he got worked up again for another round.

It was always a gamble with you in this position, never knowing how long he’d last; hips too lethal.

(tr) takemichi, kazutora, chifuyu, ANGRY, HAKKAI (hq) nishinoya, atsumu, BOKUTO, kenma<3, tendo, MAKI (mha) deku, shinso, DENKI KAMINARI, kirishima (for sure bites)

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“Margarita got a bitch on ten.”

Should’ve known better than to leave you alone for this long.

With the liquor flowing through your veins, club lights painting the room crimson, and the beat of a song you frequently fuck to blaring through the speakers, it’s no wonder when he laid eyes on you again that you’d already be grinding up on someone else, shooting him a sly look as if it wasn’t his attention you were vying for in the first place. And he had about five seconds before you used this sorry loser to sedate your insatiable appetite, one he’s been ignoring since arrival in favor of his work.

He’d kill everyone in the vicinity before letting that happen.

Barely got off the dance floor before you pulled him to a stop, pressing up against his chest with a leg teasing up his thigh as you gestured to the vip area. It was secluded, but still open for onlookers to walk by and see everything going on behind the velvet rope. He raised a brow in question, you merely wearing that look he knew all too well. Leaning up to whisper in his ear, nothing could’ve prepared him for what you proposed he do to you.

“Let’s do it on the couch over there. Wan’ everyone to see how good you take it when I ride you, pretty boy…”

Maybe it was the tequila that made you request something so bold. But, who was he to deny such a tantalizing offer?

His arms rested behind the couch, granting you majority of control to set the pace, and god were you doing a fantastic job of that. It sent his brain into a fog, hooded eyes watching your every move from your heaving breasts, all the way down to where you connected, gaze intently focused on the white ring forming around the base. He groaned at the sinful visual, abdomen clenching with every drag of your sweet pussy, occasionally leaning forward to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss that was all tongue.

The audience you’ve accumulated were fascinated, appalled even; but they couldn’t look away. Others did their best to ignore it, but as things progressed, the two of you growing more shameless, it was hard not to tune in after a while. Eventually, it turned into a group effort, some club-goers cheering the two of you on while others threw money, requesting tricks for you to do while on his dick—A spin, riding it reverse style, spelling a long word with your hips with them chanting out the letters, edging him in the process and leaving him looking like a complete mess in front of all his patrons.

Until, he inevitably loses composure, and fucking you hard on the table covered in Benjamins—A whole performance.

God bless Margaritas.

(tr) mikey, IZANA, sanzu, shion, BAJI, smiley :)) (hq) kyotani, iwa<3, terushima, mattsun (mha) shigaraki, dabi, hawks!!!, sero, shindo

#🍁wasabi #now playing:#GET LOUD : COI LERAY #tokyo revengers #tokyorev #tr smut #tokyorev smut #tokyorev headcanons #tokyorev x reader #hq #hq smut #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #hq scenarios #mha #mha smut #mha x reader

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takaminevaeh · 9 months

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The winner of the poll is…~

soft!dom deku x sub!fem reader!

I’ll post another poll later tonight to see who’s next… I really thought todobaku was gonna win but I guess not lol!

I’ve decided to include the whole part and not just split the aftercare, just because it’s easier for me AND sometimes the aftercare is too short to put it into its own post.

soft!dom deku x sub!fem reader

cw// dom!/sub! dynamic (izu’s a huge pleasure dom), heavy teasing, praise, oral sex (f! receiving), edging, slight overstim, cum eating, slight subdrop, aftercare

You ask and you shall receive…~

Ever since we were kids, I was hopelessly in love with Izuku Midoriya.

The way he would hug me so tightly, squishing his cheeks against mine.

Even as we got older, the cuddling never ended.

Once we graduated from high school, we started to become distant.

He was always busy.

I watched his saves on the news, biting my nails as I sat on the edge of my seat.

It wasn’t until the night that my apartment complex was attacked that I finally saw him again.

I was barely conscious the first time, but the parts I remember…

He was panicking.

I vaguely remember his panicked voice bouncing around my head… telling me I’d be okay.

That he’d never leave again.

That he loves me.

I woke up in the hospital just a few hours later, Izuku was just outside my hospital room as he talked to some of the staff.

He hurried in once he saw that I was awake, smiling brightly at me as tears pricked his eyes.

“Oh, Y/N… I’m so glad you’re okay..!” He reached out to cup my face in his hands, rubbing my cheeks softly as he looked down at me.

“Izu…”

“Shh… don’t speak… I want to tell you something…”

I looked up at him with soft eyes, my head still in a daze from the attack as I focused on his words.

“I love you… When you were still dazed you… You confessed to me… I want you to know that… I love you too… and I will never leave you alone like that again… I promise…”

I had passed out after that, but he kept his promise to me.

That’s why now, I’m his little housewife.

I cook and I clean, and I take care of our cat, Milo.

I do everything for him.

But not because he forces me to… he tells me, again and again, I never have to lift a finger… that he’d hire maids to take care of it.

But I like doing these things for him, plus I like things to be in a specific order.

I had finally finished rearranging the living area before he got home.

I’m freshly showered, laying comfortably in one of the recliner chairs in only his hoodie and panties as I eat some soup dumplings, his portion still sitting in the steamer to keep them warm.

I hear the locks on the door and sit up, staring at the door as he walks in, kicking off his shoes and setting them beside the others.

“I’m home- oh! Well, hello there, princess…” He walks over with heavy feet, holding my head and kissing my forehead softly, petting my hair.

“How’s my favorite girl doing?” I smile up at him, my cheeks slightly flushed.

“I’m good! Do you like how I reorganized?” He finally takes the chance to inspect the room, furrowing his brows a bit.

“I told you that you shouldn’t reorganize while I’m not here… what if you hurt yourself moving all of this heavy furniture?” I wave my hand.

“Of course I didn’t… Kacchan and Eijiro popped in around lunchtime… I asked them to pick up some more cat food for Milo. So, while they were here, I asked them to move the heavier things.”

Hearing me say his name, our ginger cat, Milo, hops up on my lap, curling onto the soft blanket thrown across my lower body.

“Well, I’m glad for that. How much did they get? How much do I owe them?”

“Kacchan said not to worry about it! Just as long as we promise to cat-sit for him next weekend!”

“But… I work next weekend…” I set my empty plate down on the coffee table, tilting my head as I smile up at him.

“I know, silly. I’ll be watching his cat, don’t you worry!” His eyes soften as he looks down at me, resting his large hand against my head.

“You’re so sweet, baby…” I flush under his gaze.

“So, what did you eat before I got here?” He takes the empty plate from the coffee table.

“Soup dumplings! I know you like the stuff from the convenience stores but… I wanted to try to make them myself! I thought they were yummy, but yours are still in the steamer! I used a different soup for yours!”

He moves towards the steamer and transfers his dumplings onto my used plate, moving back towards me. I picked Milo up and put him on his bed, watching as Izuku sat in the seat I was just in.

He shoves one into his mouth, chewing slowly.

I tug at my fingers, a little nervous about whether he likes them or not.

“Izu..?” He smiles up at me, swallowing the food.

“These are great! I won’t ever need any from the convenience store again!” I smile so hard my cheeks hurt, holding my cheeks as he finishes eating.

He stands and moves so he’s in front of me, leaning down to kiss my cheek.

“Thank you, baby. You’re the best. How about you go to our room?”

“I have to wash your plate…”

“I got it, okay? It’s just one…” I nod and head into our room, undoing the covers a bit so we can both get in.

I find my phone and plug it in, answering a few unanswered texts before turning it off and setting it to the side.

Izuku comes back with nothing but a pair of basketball shorts on, kneading one of his large hands into his shoulder blades.

“Do you… want me to massage your shoulders, Izu..?”

“Oh… no, baby… I’m fine… I actually… wanted to do something for you tonight…” I watch with cautious eyes as he starts to crawl onto the bed, slipping under the covers and moving so he’s on top of me.

“H-huh..? What for..?”

“Hm… dunno… you’re just too cute… I wanna spoil you…” I blush heavily as he leans in, kissing my lips softly.

His kisses become deeper and more passionate, leaving me struggling for air before I pull away.

He doesn’t stop when I do, though, moving his lips to trail wet kisses down my jaw to my neck.

He grabs my wrists to lift me, pulling the hoodie over my head and tossing it onto the floor.

I pout as he does, missing the warmth already.

Soon, that warmth was replaced by his body, him taking the opportunity to suck and nibble on my neck better.

He moves down to nibble and kiss my collarbone gently, reaching with one of his hands to wrap around my throat.

It wasn’t enough to restrict my breathing at all, just laying there to show me that he was the one in control.

As if he isn’t always in control…

He grabs onto one of my breasts with his free hand, latching his lips onto it as he sucks gently, kneading my nipple with his tongue.

By now, I was a panting and whining mess, my panties soaked from my arousal as I rubbed my thighs together for some sort of friction.

He notices my movements and lifts his head to look at me, his pupils blown as he stares at me full of lust.

“Can I lick your pussy, princess..? I’ve been thinking about your sweet juices on my tongue all day…”

If I wasn’t blushing before, I definitely was now.

I felt the heat rise from my pulsing core up my chest and neck to my cheeks, traveling up to my ears.

I nod shyly, opening my legs up for him as he smiles widely, a hint of mischief behind his smile.

“Oh, you’re too kind, baby…” His head disappears under the covers as he runs his fingers up my soaked panties, making my body twitch due to the unexpected touch.

“My, my… is my baby sensitive already..? I should take care of that…” He kisses me through my soaked underwear, teasing it with kitty licks before lifting my hips with his hands and sliding them off.

His face appears from under the covers for a brief moment, watching as he sniffs my soaked panties.

I blush even harder, my thighs starting to tremble from the lewd display in front of me.

He tosses the panties onto the floor before ducking his head under the covers again.

I feel him kiss my inner thighs, teasingly slow as he gets closer to my pussy before switching to the other thigh.

I was trembling with anticipation, my hole clenching around nothing as I whined.

“Shh… be patient… all this teasing will make it feel so good… you’ll be so sensitive from just one orgasm, you won’t be able to handle another one…” He blows on my pussy the slightest bit, and even that was enough to make my whole body jerk.

“See..?” He hooks his arms around my thighs, his grip firm but not painful as he slowly licks up my slit, my body jolting as my head falls back against the pillows, a needy moan leaving my lips as he does it again.

He eats me out agonizingly slow, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm before stopping entirely, leaving me a whining mess.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks by now, the pleasure being too much from the lack of release.

My grip on the sheets was so fierce, that my knuckles were turning white.

“P-Please..!” I manage to sputter out.

He unlatches his lips from my clit, moving so that I could see his face from under the covers.

“Please what, darling? Do you want to cum..?” I nod, sitting up on my elbows to look at him better.

“Y-Yes, please… I-I’m so sensitive… I just wanna cum… Can I cum..? Please..?” His fingers brush against my clit and I jolt, my body still sensitive from being edged three different times.

“Well… since you asked so nicely… I have to give my princess what she wants, right?” I nod eagerly.

“Feels so good, Izu… Wanna cum just for you…” He smiles up at me softly, hiding under the covers again.

I feel no movement for a moment before being completely engulfed in pleasure.

I could feel his tongue buried as deep as it would go, my walls clenching pathetically around it as he swipes his nose against my clit.

The sounds of him lapping up my pussy were my undoing, my body tensing for a moment before I reach my orgasm.

My hips buck up into his mouth involuntarily, my fingers finding their place in his emerald green curls as I tug, riding his face to feel the most pleasure.

My vision was a bit spotty, the pleasure completely clouding my brain as I started to calm down, releasing his hair as I twitched from his continuous licks.

He doesn’t stop until the last of my cum is gone, leaving me twitching with sensitivity as he kisses up my belly.

His face appears from under the covers again, the cutest smile on display as he kisses my belly, keeping eye contact with me.

“You taste so good… thank you for letting me enjoy you…” I could only hum in response, his tongue having fucked me stupid as I drop my head against the pillows.

It takes a few minutes before I come down from my high, realizing that he had moved me to lay on his lap, my back against his chest.

“D-Did you finish..?” He kisses the top of my head, chuckling softly.

“Your moans were enough to make me cum twice, princess… how do you feel..?” I blush, realizing that I forgot he was such a pleasure dom.

“I’m still tingling… it felt really good…”

“Hm… I guess I’ve been neglecting you then… I don’t think you ever came that hard before…”

“It… has been a while… doesn’t help that I’m not allowed to touch myself when you’re not here…” He laughs softly, kissing the top of my head again.

“I’m not changing that rule, by the way. Now, I want you to sleep. And… can I ask you a quick question?” I nod softly, my eyes becoming heavy as I close them, ready to sleep at any second.

“Would you mind if I… woke you up with my tongue..?” The heat rushes to my cheeks again, but it’s not enough to get me to open my eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind… but if I say my safe word…”

“I will stop immediately. You’ve never had to use the safe word and I hope you never will.”

I smile, moving my body so I can hug him, inhaling his scent.

“I love you, Izu… thank you for always being my hero…” I fall asleep shortly after that, not conscious when Izuku kisses the top of my head again, blushing.

“I love you too, Y/N… goodnight…”

#bnha #deku #deku x reader #deku smut #dom/sub #pleasure dom #izuku smut #bnha izuku

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romeavecryst · 4 months

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˖ ࣪⊹ She

K. BAKUGO x Fem!reader ˖ ࣪⊹

Sum: you mean everything to him.

Warnings: angst, Cursing reader is ment to have a water qurik(like katara from ATLAB).

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

He could look at you for hours, the way you helped the people around you. You were a kind nature that Katsuki didn’t mind, how your hands held him as you healed his wounds the liquid surrounding wounds.

Your smile was intoxicating his face always softening as you offered him a smile, how you said his name greeting him.

He remembers the first time you hugged him, right after the villain attack when he was kidnapped. He remembers the smell of your perfume the floral scent lingering on your body. Your arms wrapped around his neck so securely as if he was going to be taken from your grasp any second. The soft sounds of your worried cries and you spoke to him, his arms wrapping around you.

With you he was comfortable. With you he felt safe.

The sound of your laughter was alway his favorite, the way you threw you head back as you laughed the brightest of your smile becoming obnoxious. But he loved it. He loved that you laughed at the things he said and that you talked to him like a normal person. Not like he was someone helpless, egotistical, or even weak.

He’d never give up the chance to talk to you, your voice was so calming to his ears. The things you told him to never say a word he promised the two of your pinkies linking your lips and touching your hand as if it was to lock the secret forever as he did the same.

He thought he’d be okay if one day your started laughing with someone else, but he wasn’t. Especially when it was with him. When it was with Midoriya.

He heard less and less of your voice, the gorgeous sound of your laughter. He hated that Izuku was now the one that got to hear it. How that fucking nerd came in and took you from him.

It hurt, fuck it hurt so bad when you told him. “Izuku asked me out! Oh my god can you believe it kats!” You smiled enthusiastically, your hands covered your face as you squealed in excitement.

He could only sit there and smile as his heart broke. You weren’t going to be his forever. Just because he was too much of a pussy to tell you how he felt.

He sat on your bed as you tried in different outfits and you looked beautiful in every single one, the look of nervousness was displayed on your face as you rambled to him about how would end up doing something stupid and that Deku might never look at you again.

Taking a deep breath he stood up and approaching you, the smell of your perfume was the same it gave him a headache knowing that he would get to be this close to you.

Your eyes met his your body facing him slumped, “what if I mess it up Suki..” you mumbled.

His fans held your face making you look at him “You’re stupid if you think you’re gonna mess anything up, if anything it’s gonna be that nerd that dose. And he’s a fucking idiot if Deku doesn’t look at you, you’re gonna be fine y/n. You look amazing.” His words were sincere, his voice soft as he spoke to you.

You smiled, why do you do this to him? He wanted to cry, his arms wrapped around you as you hugged him his hold tightening. “Everything gonna work out for you.” He whispered.

Even with his heart heavy he could never let that get in the way of how your smile affected him, even with your hand interlinked with Midoriyas.

Now he waould admire you from afar, he’d have to listen about your new boyfriend. Because he was your best friend. Because even when you were next to him he couldn’t feel more far apart from you.

He knows that he’ll never be the only one to know you better, Izuku would. That you would tell your secrets to Izuku not him. That your smile and laughter would be because of Izuku, not him.

To him you smelle like lavender and rain, you tastes like coffee and apples. Now he would see the two of you together in Polaroid pictures you have together that were hung on his wall with other pictures and posters.

To him you mean everything to him.

Yes you mean the fucking world to Him Katsuki Bakugo. And if you ever needed him again he would be right there for you because you were all he wanted.

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yanderenightmare · 4 months

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TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon

fem reader

Thinking about massive beefcakes again...

Big, brawny warriors who're carved with both muscles and battle scars – who still have some blood on their hands they couldn't bother washing off before claiming their pretty little war prize.

Oh, but he's so gentle with you. No threats on his lips, just a smile as he lets his large hands do all the talking – that, and the bloody axe he left leaning against the wall of your humble hut. So big, you wouldn't even be able to carry it if you used both hands.

And speaking about needing to use both hands...

You straddle his lap while working his massive cock – trembling as you wrap your fingers around the base, one hand stacked on top of the other, fingertips curling around his shaft – unable to reach around it while rubbing over fat veins that pulse beneath your soft touch.

He coos at you – tells you you’re doing so, so good for him, how he’s going to reward you real soon – how he won't hurt you so long as you do what he wants.

Oh, and you're so scared – so very scared of those large scathed paws holding you steady at the hips as he rubs his thick manhood against your stomach – throbbing between your ribs – a good measurement for how far inside he would try to push.

There’s just no way you can possibly cram all of that inside you, is there?

You hadn't even noticed you were crying. Fat tears slip from brimming in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks and splattering on the hair of his broad chest.

He told you to breathe, and you realized you’d been holding it in. He told you to relax – but tears only kept falling when his hand reached under to cup your scared little sex – his calloused fingers a strange type of friction on the lips of your pussy, ticklish in a sense, sending energy splurging through your core.

Oh, but ain't you just the sweetest little thing. “You’re so wet, baby~” He hummed, voice thick with heat as his finger slid playfully through the slick pooling from your slit.

You whimpered at his teasing, and he hushed you – cooing at you while his fat fingers started prepping your tight little hole for him with a thumb rubbing over your clit – still nothing harsh – just grazing the slit, letting your body know to prepare itself for him.

You almost wished he would just push you down, tower over you, and do it all swiftly – because you weren't sure just how much of this your poor heart could take. You heard its pitter-pattering in your head, felt it drum in your fingertips, in your toes, thumping where his hands were taunting your tender flesh – petting the silk as it wept for more.

You felt something curl – coil – wind like an adder in your gut along with butterflies. Soon, glossing his entire hand with arousal.

You heard the chuckle as he filled you up with one of his digits – long and thick with muscle, bumpy at the knuckles as it eased inside you – swirling around your velvet walls, all wet and fluttering for him – then followed by another – still with his thumb drawing sweet circles into your swollen clit, making you clench around the two fingers tightly with an ever-so-sweet moan spilling from your lips.

He groaned at the sensitivity – the stimuli and response at his fingertips – how impressionable you were for him. So sweet and pliant – knowing you were but a sheep caught on wolf claws.

His eyes were heavy-lidded, a sloppy grin showing teeth as his lips brushed up your collar with wet praise – his tongue hot as he licked up your throat with warm breath ever so very intimately – puffing like a hound as he bit your earlobe playfully, letting you know with thick rust, “I think you’re ready to take me.”

Oh, how he loved the way you tensed – knowing he had you completely in his palm – hooked right on his fingers – and soon on his cock.

BNHA – Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, Enji, AFO, All Might, Mirio

JJK – Sukuna, Toji, Kenjaku

DS – Doma

HxH – Uvogin

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sweet-honey-tears · 4 months

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▪️I am Your Safety▪️

Villain Deku x Quikless!Fem!Reader

OverView: Villain Deku with a quirkless reader who ends up calling on him for help.

Warning: Swearing, kidnapping if you squint

Inspiration: I recommend watching this short! Give them some love! It’s very good.

-🍯

It was a mistake, a rookie, quirkless mistake. One that could leave you dead, hurt, or worse. To leave the safety of your home for a pointless ingredient for dinner, one you could easily go without but stubbornly won't. Ginger root, a simple ingredient for stir fry, had led you here. Barely 5 minutes from your home, yet in a completely new area.

Hidden behind your cozie apparent laid a maze of buildings, dark alleys weaving between their roads. It wasn't the best part of the city. But with what you could afford, it was the best for you and closest to your work. It was lucky you even found housing in the bustling city of Musutafu. Tho, with the constant casualties, maybe not so much. It seemed the city took an odd turn when pro-heroes DynaMight and Deku left hero society. Intern, causing considerable other heroes from their graduating year to also leave. The news turning many of the streets, especially yours, into less-than-stellar areas.

"You shouldn't live there; I could pay for you to be where the stars are." Izuku had told you, his green eyes shining against his dark circle.

"I'll be fine Izuku! Plus, I know you'll be there to protect me!" you had cooed. It was dangerous, both to live in that area but talk to the leader of the 'New Age' with such a teasing tone. Anyone else would be dead, but not you. Izuku signed, placing his hands on your sides and looking down at you. He searched your face, trying to find any possible crack he could talk you into his idea.

You'll be the death of me, doll." he groaned dramacitly. His wild green eyes glanced back down at you. "Just don't leave the house at night, okay, doll? Promise me." "I promise ZooZoo!" you had so gleefully said, finger fixing his red suit tie.

The old conversation rang in your head; that was before you both got into a heated fight. One that caused you to leave the house in despair.

He had called you weak, and a joking argument turned heated quickly. "I'm not helpless, Izuku!" "buy you are!" It'd been a lonely few days at your small apartment. Sitting on the decrepit couch that had begun to seem too big. Maybe it was your depressed stupor that led to this rooky mistake.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" you whispered. What was the point of getting an ingredient for a dish if you'd never get to even make it back home? You had been too stubborn, and it was only dusk at the time. You had time to run down to the store and grab it before it turned dark, you debated. You had managed to grab the ginger, quickly cashing out and beginning your trek to your apartment. “Come on… come on…” you whispered, begging the sun to go slower. "C'mon!" your feet picked up their base.

"Hey, pretty!" a voice called from the ally.

"Crap". Your feet picked up their pace.

"Come on! We just wanna talk." you waited for the sound of Izuku's voice to help you, to tell them you're both busy, and flash his neon eyes, but there was only silence. Right, he was gone.

"Sorry, I need to go. Have someone waiting for me." it was a lie, but a hopeful one. Maybe if they knew you were expected somewhere they leave, you'd have someone looking for you; you weren't worth the trouble. You were wrong.

"Oh, cmon I'm sure they can wait a bit."

Your eyes squeezed shut as you pressed your hand to the brick wall. In your panic, you had lost track of where you were, instead ending up in a place you knew nothing about, in an ally with a dead end. "Fuck fuck FUCK!" you cried, palm slamming on the wall as you slowly slid down. Tears burned your eyes as you sat on the ground, watching the predators creep ever closer to its prey.

The scruffy ally light above you barely made the two men visbale. You watched one's arms turn sharp as skin-colored blades as he inched closed with a sickening grin. The others, you couldn't tell what their quirk was, if they had one at all, but he held a gun tightly. That was deadly enough to a quirkless user civilian like you.

"Now come on pretty, just come with us peacefully, and ya won't get hurt. I'm sure your family will pay to get you back." "and if they don't, well, take great care of you." you had long dropped your canvas bag and, ironically, the ginger root you ventured out for. Yet they hadn't stopped for the bag, and considering neither held it, their intentions had never been to get the bag. Your body shook, and Li quivered, face becoming hot with fear and horror. You watched as they inched to you, your body caving in more. "Izuku…" you whispered as though a small prayer.b "Izuku!"

You screamed, your throat raw from tears and its pitch. The men seemed to pause at your sudden outburst before appearing to become angered at your choice to yell. "Fucking whore- shut it!" "Izuku!" you wailed, body caving as you waited for pain. "IZUKU," you flinched as you heard a loud pop and felt something small shower your body. The dingy ally light shattering as something sharp and quick hit it. Another boom sounded, a shriek leaving your lips at his proximity to your head. Green light slammed into the wall behind you, sending cracks up the foundation. "Doll…" "Zoo-coo" you rasped out. You opened your eyes, staring at the ground below you, watching it light up with the lumination of green flicker lighting. Slowly, your body sat up, your tears blurring the gory sight before you. He stood there, dressed in a suit vest and shoes, green hair not even out of place. He seemed more displeased and worried than angered.

"I-km sorry! You were right!" you shuffled, body caving again as tears raked your body. Fear still gripping every bone. "I should have listened! I'm sorry I left! I'm sorry I yelled!" you cried. The realization of how helpless you were fully settled itself upon you.

"Sh shh, Dolly, it's okay."

His body bent forward as he effortlessly picked you up. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you squished yourself closer. "I've got you." he calmly coded, kicking a limp arm out of his path as he walked you both out of the ally. "You're moving in with me tonight." it was firm, a demand, no room to argue, not that you could or would. Your tearful state leaving you in hiccups. "I need to keep my doll safe, and you're only safe with me."

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bythepen98 · 1 year

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Fem!Izuku 💚

Technically a doodle since it only took me 2-3 hours to finish.

I know Horikoshi drew him as a girl with short hair but I like to imagine it longer, fluffy and styled like his mother's.

Not entirely sure how big of a difference growing up quirkless as a girl would be and how much that would've affected her once she entered UA but, again, I'm no author so I'll keep it simple:

As per my headcanon, she's still roughly the same with ofc more feminine mannerisms and I reckon there'd be some differences with her fighting style/patterns even when she's trying to imitate All might (bc I know I'd probably move different if I was a guy). She's still bestfriends with Iida and Ochaco but would also be closer to her other female classmates and would attend any scheduled hang outs with them unless it falls on a training day with All might or smtg--Girls night every other week or month once they enter the dorms.

Speaking of All might, he's already doting on male Izuku but he'll probably be even more protective if he was a girl (doesn't help that he's reminded of Nana when he sees her hairstyle). Aizawa doesn't believe in the notion that girls be automatically coddled bc of their gender but I'm sure after getting to know his number one problem child, he'll low-key be more sweet on her than the rest and is extra harsh during training bc he wants to make sure she can protect herself.

Izuku is exasperated but also appreciates it and would indulge them bc they're her dads.

Self indulgent thought: She has her hoard of admirers (villains included) but is extremely dense and anything but a blunt no nonsense confession to her face will be perceived as a reach out for friendship. Katsuki is her guard dog in these matters bc he definitely likes her but is being stupid about it, understandable considering their still unresolved-complicated past, so he takes it upon himself to keep away other dunces who think they can get lucky. Shouto and Hitoshi have a pass bc they're her friends, but he keeps an eye on them just in case.

Self indulgent thought #2: as a girl who grew up quirkless, she's def more sensitive when it comes to sa/ppl generally taking advantage of others and so would've snapped and had Mineta expelled on the first week, if not first day of class. That would've opened up a spot early for Hitoshi to join in. With Izuku's power of persuasion to wear down his i-didnt-come-here-to-make-friends stance and Hitoshi finding out that she was the reason for him getting into hero class so soon? The guy was an instant goner and never looked away since. The todoroki vs deku fight during the festival is a fixed event in my hc so Shouto fell in love there.

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tteokdoroki · 3 months

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Hi! I’d like to enter the Bumble Swipe Right Event! Izuku as my fave, my ideal gift would be a card and jewelry, and i wanna swipe spicy!

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — IZUKU MIDORIYA. swipe spicy: decorated.

about. boom, it’s a match! izuku loves to see you decorated in all of the riches he can afford. he especially loves the anklet that he got you, and the way it dangles when he makes you see stars ( 0.8K ).

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, characters aged up to 20s, established relationships, mating press, unprotected sex, orgasm control, pro hero deku, fem!reader.

・:〃⤥ bumble date, swipe right event ! ( closed )

izuku midoriya has always had an eye for jewellery, especially when it comes to you.

whenever he returns from missions, the number one hero is always sure to bring back an item of jewellery to make up for lost time. whether it be a beaded pearl necklace from a seaside town that he’d saved, or diamond earrings from an embassy member abroad. izuku never came back empty handed — even if it meant he had to buy you something. he liked seeing you decorated in the fruits of his success as one of japan’s ( and the world’s ) top heroes.

it’s like his own personal marking, a sign of his belonging to you, and you to him.

yet izuku could drape you in all the glitter and gold in the world and it still wouldn’t be enough to showcase how much he adores you. there aren’t enough riches in the world to spoil you with and… that’s okay. you seem perfectly content with what you have now, especially the anklet he’d gifted you for Valentine’s Day. the one with the little ‘I’ and ‘M’ charms you’d gotten with it.

the one that dangles above your head when izuku passionately pounds into you after returning from a particularly stressful mission abroad.

“g-god, i missed you s’much. missed this sweet little pussy. oh fuck!” forest green curls tickle at the underside of your chin from where izuku has nestled his head against your neck, his lips work shades of deep purples and midnight blue/ into the saltiness of your skin — teething and biting at its soft expanse until you’re decorated with a necklace of love bites. “you…oh angel…you get so tight when i fold you up like this,” he laments in satisfaction, feeling your sluice and sloppy sex ripple around his thick cock with every calculated thrust. “you must have really…really missed me.”

the pro hero uses the strength he’s built up over the ears to fuck into you properly — the force behind his hips sending you jolting up the bed. when he pulls away from the loving assault on your neck, a pinkish hue mingles with the galaxy of freckles dotted across deku’s face, cheeks pink from the exertion. his cockhead is in no better condition, bright red, angry and hot as it smears precum along your ravaged walls.

“m-missed you s’much izu, please!”

as a reward, he bullies you nice and open for him — heavy breeders balls clapping against the plush flesh of your ass so hard that your entire body shakes as a result. with all of izuku’s muscle and weight on top of you, you feel as though you can’t breathe — like he’s choking you out from the inside as he uses your creamy cunt to his hearts content. he keeps your knees pressed into your shoulders, ankles haphazardly thr

own over his broader ones which only spread you further.

the anklet he’d given you shakes under your sinful ministrations, catching in the low light of your bedroom while deku makes love to you on sex soiled sheets. “you look so…pretty when i ruin you like this, have you spread open like this,” he whispers lovingly, contrasting with the harsh manner in which his thick dick pumps in and out of your slick heat. “and this, watching it sway from how hard i’m fucking you…angel, all of it drives me insane.” izuku’s nose nudges it’s way up your calf, plump pink lips teasingly making their way up to the golden anklet dangling from your foot.

rhythmic thrusts soon because salacious grinds, izuku never relenting on how he deep he fucks into you. all you can do is lay there uselessly, taking cock, taking praise, taking love from midoriya as he puts his all into making you reach cloud nine. his thumb draws circles over your cute clit, his hooded evergreen eyes trained on the way your pussy pulsates and spurts little streams of juices around him. as though she’s laying her claim on his thick, shaft covered with spiralling blue veins.

opaque white paints izuku’s tummy, a crude mix of his precum and your sweet nectar smearing over his abdomen contracting as it contracts against your sex. “think i’m gonna cum,” you wail sweetly, keening into his touch as you look up at your pro hero boyfriend with big wet eyes. “please let me cum. please ‘zu, i’ll be good!”

izuku only tuts in response, kissing your ankle before he takes the chain of your anklet between the perfect rows of his pearly white teeth.

“you’ll cum when i say so, angel.” the green haired hero drawls softly, yet condescendingly. he makes extra effort in showing off his award winning smile with the chain in his mouth in order to distract you from the slight change in the way deku angles his hips — his bulbous and leaky cockhead never leaving your sticky g-spot. “and i’m far from done with you, tonight.”

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gglitch1dd · 8 months

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1. Eiji (Fem Eijiro x Reader x Katsuki)

Day 1 of Breedingtober

Eijiro gets hit by a quirk and winds up turning into a girl, Eiji. Although Eiji is in much distress, everyone else can't help but to like this change.

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Warning: Genderbend, Pronoun change from He to She, FxF, MxF, Breeding Kink, chubby girls supremacy (Eijiro's a chubby princess), SMUT, slight peaking, top Katsuki, masturbation, voyeurism, cunnilingus, threesome

Eijiro grabbed the civilian out of the way, hearing the loud sound that came from the attacking villain. He put the civilian in the alley, away from sight and affect of the attack currently happening in this part of the city. “Stay out of sight. If you go straight, you’ll make it to Deku’s agency.” He told her. He quickly rushed out of the alley, racing back out into the street with the sound of thanks from the person he had just saved.

Eijiro wished that Katsuki was here today. It was his day off today and one that he was spending with you back home. Honestly Eijiro wished he was back home with the two of you, but it didn’t mean he didn’t love his job. He loved his job as a hero. He had worked so hard to get to where he was and he was pretty comfortably as the number eighth hero of Japan with the agency that he shared with Katsuki. He was a beloved hero and he worked hard at his job, so he couldn’t really complain.

Besides right now, with this group of villains that came out of nowhere.

Luckily Prohero Deku was on the scene as well, making this probably much easier than it would have been.

Prohero Deku flew down from the sky, landing now near the rounded-up group of villains that were finally rounded up. The green haired hero put a hand to the back of his head. “Are you sure?” He asked the side kicks that were around.

“How are we looking, Deku?” Eijiro asked as he walked over to the group. His large strides carrying him over to the other large hero.

Midoriya let out a sigh as he folded his large arms over his chest as he looked to his fellow ProHero. “We’re missing one.” He reported to the redheaded hero. Midoriya had a frown on his face as he tried to think back to the fight and where the missing villain could have gone. The gears in his head were moving fast behind his jewelled emerald eyes. “I don’t know how we could miss him.”

Eijiro put his hands on his hips. “We can look through street footage and try and see where he went?” He suggested.

“Hm, problem is…” Midoriya started with a hum as he put a hand to his chin. “There aren’t many cameras in this area… but…” Midoriya started mumbling which put a smile on Eijiro’s face in amusement.

Knowing Midoriya from high school, Eijiro knew his little mannerisms and knew that the green haired man just needed a moment for his millions of thoughts to align to one another in order for him to get a solution. He always did. Eijiro turned to his sidekicks in the meantime, his facial expression turning a bit stricter. “The police?”

“Less than a minute out, Red Riot.” One of his new sidekicks, Terraquake a young girl fresh out of UA with an earth based quirk. She was training under him and Tetsutetsu and he had to say, he was impressed with how much of a hard worker she was.

He nodded his head. “Good, make sure you keep an eye on them.” He said as he motioned to the group of villains that were rounded up together. The sidekicks took it quite seriously as they focused their gazes on the group like a bunch of wide eyed owls. Eijiro opened his mouth to tell them to ease up but he found it rather humorous. It reminded him of when he was younger, just becoming a side kick and taking every word the pros said like it was gospel.

Something caught Eijiro’s attention. It was the villain from earlier, aiming their hand at Midoriya who had pulled up a holographic screen and was focusing on the street video of the fight that happened earlier. Eijiro’s ruby eyes widened. “Deku!” He quickly raced over to Midoriya, pushing him out of the, way hardening his body just as the quirk went off.

A huge burst of smoke went off in the street, earning a few shocked noises.

Midoriya stumbled out of the pink smoke coughing as he fanned the smoke out of his face. He turned back to the huge dense smoke, fear trickling down his spine at the lack of sight of Eijiro. His attention snapped to the direction the quirk came from. He had noticed it far to late and was lucky that Eijiro was paying attention. He glared at the villain, that tried running back down the alley. In a flash of light, Midoriya had them wrapped in Black whip, flipping them back to the rest of their villain group. Before the villain could start up his quirk again, Midoriya threw a hard punch to his head knocking him out.

He quickly ran back to the smoke. “Round him up with the others!” He shouted at the side kicks who were still shocked at all that happened in the span of five seconds. Midoriya however didn’t wait to see what they were doing as he neared the smoke. “RED!” He shouted into the smoke as he ran in, covering his mouth with his cape.

He heard coughing from within the smoke. “D-Don’t worry-” He heard someone cough in the smoke but the voice didn’t sound like Eijiro. “I’m alright! God, I feel weird though.” The person said within the thick pink smoke that started to lift.

Midoriya furrowed his eyebrows as he tried looking through the slowly lifting smoke. He noticed someone’s figure in the smoke but it did not look like Kirishima Eijiro. The figure was for one, shorter than Eijiro was. Eijiro was a huge bulking six foot seven man that was closer to three hundred pounds of pure muscle. This person was not that. Actually, whoever they were a pretty round, almost like a pear. They had tanned skin just like Eijiro though and the same vivid red hair. However soon, Midoriya came vividly aware that this person was in a rather… unfortunate situation.

Immediately, Midoriya rushed over and draped his cape around them. “Uh… Deku, I feel fine, what’s with the cape?” The person asked as Midoriya avoided looking down at the shorter than they were originally. They looked up at him with ruby eyes in confusion, furrowing their eyebrows. “Why are you so tall?” They asked worriedly. “Did I get hit with a-” Immediately the person put their hands to their throat with a gasp. “What’s wrong with my voice? I sound like… like a girl! Deku!” Midoriya kept looking anywhere that wasn’t down. “Deku, why won’t you look at me!”

“Uh… Kirishima-kun…” He started as he swallowed down hard, his face warm as he felt certain body parts against him. His face bloomed pink. At the use of their family name and not their hero name, the person grew tense and worried. “You… you’re pretty indecent right now.”

“What… what do you mean?”

Midoriya didn’t want to say it right out but it was hard to get around. “You’re… you’re different.”

“Different? Different how?” The person looked down at their hands and noticed that their hands were smaller than they used to be and much softer too. Their red eyebrows furrowed as they looked down. Well, they couldn’t see past what used to be well sculpted pecs and were now anything but that. Heat travelled to their face at the sight, large round breasts on his chest that were sadly not very hidden. The cropped long sleeved shirt that was made for their hero costume sadly weren’t designed to hold such wait or stretch that much. Honestly, their breasts weren’t even covered at all. Not to get started on the fact that their pants were too big for them now, but they hung off of wide hips. That was enough to come to a conclusion. “Oh… my… God…”

Midoriya cleared his throat. “Yah… Maybe I should just…” As fast as he could, Midoriya removed his cape and swallowed up Eiji’s form and carried her up into his arms. Eiji’s face bloomed pink finding himself easily surrounded by Midoriya’s large arms and being lighter than he was before. At least now her body was covered away from potential prying eyes. Midoriya cleared his throat to the sidekicks. Said sidekicks looked to Eiji with wide eyes, noticing that their boss had changed significantly. “I’m taking Eijiro back to the agency, he was hit by a quirk. Handle the police.” Prohero Deku didn’t wait for an answer as he quickly made off with Eiji before the media arrived.

Eiji wasn’t sure what was happening but he felt weird. Well that was actually incorrect. He felt normal but in a different way. He couldn’t really describe it.

Midoriya rushed into the DynaRiot agency, skipping all the formalities and reception, by practically running to the elevator. The elevator ride up was tense as Eiji was quiet and Midoriya genuinely didn’t know what to say. Luckily Midoriya had been to the DynaRiot agency enough times to know which level what was.

He moved out of the elevator just as the doors opened. He quickly raced to the male hero changing rooms. He moved inside, moving to put Eiji down onto one of the benches. He let out a breath as he stood up straight. “Eijiro… You…”

Eiji stood up in much too big shoes and quickly moved to a mirror. She looked at herself with wide ruby eyes. “I’m a girl.” She let out in a soft whisper.

Midoriya hesitated as he grimaced. “Well…” Eiji turned to look at him with wide eyes. “You’re a pretty girl.” Midoriya attempted to try lighten the situation with a tense smile.

Eiji didn’t smile.

“Ayo, Deku.” That’s when the two of them became aware that the locker room was not in fact empty. Standing amongst the rest of the other male heroes was Tetsutetsu. Tetsu looked to the red headed woman and then back to Midoriya. He motioned to her. “I don’t think Eijiro would appreciate you banging his sister in the locker rooms.”

Immediately Eiji perked up at the sight of Tetsu. “Tetsu!” She quickly let go of Midoriya’s cape and raced over to Tetsu who stood in a low hanging white towel. She put her hands to his arms as she gripped his biceps and looked up at him with urgency in her ruby eyes. "Tetsu! It's me, Eijiro." She spoke, her voice, nothing like how the normal Eijiro would sound.

It took Tetsu a second before his eyes widened in surprise. He looked down suspiciously before looking up to Midoriya. “Is this a joke? Cause its not funny.”

Midoriya shook his head. “Nope.” He let out with a sigh. “Eijiro got hit by a quirk and… well… turned into a girl it seems.” The green haired Number one hero revealed.

Tetsu’s dark eyes than moved back down to Eiji who was nodding her head furiously. "Eijiro? Man, what happened to you? You look like Tamami."

"I know, but we lost track of this one villain and-" Now to be fair, Tetsu really did care about the situation, he really did. He really wanted to know what happened to his best bud, but he was also a man, and unfortunately, Eiji’s new body wasn't suited for her hero suit, that was now way too big for her body. Her tight cropped vest that would normally cover the entirety of her pecs as a man did nothing to cover her sinfully large breasts.

Tetsu nodded his head dumbly as Eiji spoke to him, her voice not helping the predicament. He let out a breath as he put his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Uh… Yah, Eij, let me stop you there. Now I really want to help you, right, but I can't get past your knockers right now." He spoke honestly.

Eiji looked down and noticed her breasts were on display again. She quickly used her arms to cover her chest as her face bloomed in embarrassment. She glared at the other heroes who immediately found interest in the floor, ceiling and their lockers.

Midoriya cleared his throat as he looked away from Eiji as well. “I think I should go notify the doctor.” He started as he turned around to head out the room. “Tetsu you help Eijiro get changed, meet me at the medical bay.”

“Oi wait just a-” And Midoriya was gone. Tetsu’s face fell in annoyance. He let out a deep sigh. This was going to be hard on him. Quite literally. Now, Tetsu had always found Eijiro’s sisters attractive. I mean, it was hard not to, but now that his best friend looked like one of her sisters… shirtless… wasn’t helping his predicament. He turned back to Eiji who was struggling to hold her breasts and open the locker with a focused look on her face. This would be torture. “Eijiro- wait can I call you that?” He asked as he walked over to help open the locker.

Eiji looked up at him confused. “That’s my name though.”

“Eijiro is a boy’s name, and you aren’t exactly…” He hesitated as he looked down at her. “How about Emi?”

“No.”

That made Tetsu laugh. He finally got the locker open, allowing Eiji to access the clothes in her locker. Tetsu put a hand to his chin. “How about… Ei…ko? Eiko!” Tetsu said lighting up like a lightbulb.

Eiji hesitated as she looked to him. Never before did she think she would be looking up at Tetsu, nor feel so small and… vulnerable. Suddenly she didn’t feel as comfortable as she used to be. “Eiji… Eiji is fine right now.” She decided as she looked back through her locker. She grabbed her shirt and held it to her chest. It was big. Really big. Was she always this large as a man? She let out a sigh as she took off the cropped sleeve top and put on the large shirt as it fell just below her ass. She pulled at the large shirt with a judging look. She moved to take off her belt and try and take off her large pants.

Tetsu watched as Eiji bent down. Her squishy round ass, that looked more fat than muscle now as her thighs were squished together. Luckily, she still had her boxers on, but that didn’t stop the way the now tight boxers that were trying to stretch over her ass clung to her nether lips as she bent down enough to see. Tetsu’s face was set ablaze at the sight. He had to remind himself. That’s his best friend. Eijiro. His bud that he literally would ride into war next to and basically his brother… but that was not Eijiro. Especially when all Tetsu was thinking about was whether Eiji’s sex was as fat as it looked.

He glanced around realising he wasn’t the only one staring. Tetsu let out a loud cough as he moved to open his own locker. He sent them all pointed looks. Immediately the others got the look and turned away with loud coughs as well.

Eiji stood back up straight as she looked around at all of them, confused.

You heard a knock at the door, interrupting lunch with Katsuki. Katsuki lifted an eyebrow as he looked to the hallway before looking to you. He shook his head. “Ignore ‘em. They’ll go away eventually.” The blond told you as he used his chopstick to lift up noodles into his mouth.

You gave him a pointed look at what he had just said. “Katsuki.” You stood up from the table, wiping your hands.

He raised his eyebrow confused. “What did I say?” He asked with a shrug.

You shook your head as you moved into the hallway. You had spent most of your day in bed with Katsuki because he didn’t want to get out of bed. He was exhausted from a mission he had just come back from and had the next week off luckily. He wanted to spend the day with you and his large redheaded meat loving husband too all in bed, but that could only happen when Eijiro got back home.

You unlocked the door and opened it. “Hello? Oh.”

Standing in front of you was Tetsu in his civilian clothes as well as… Tamami? The woman standing next to him looked exactly like a Kirishima. However what you wanted to know was why on earth she was dressed in just an oversized hoodie and large flip flops and nothing else. You hesitated before looking up to Tetsu. He gave you and awkward smile. “It’s not what it looks like.”

You just stared at him for a moment. “Katsuki!” You called back, calling the blond to get here as soon as possible, because there was no way you would have to be the only to explain to Eijiro how his best friend was fucking his sister.

“YN, sunflower!” Eiji let out in a whine as she walked over to you and opened her arms, and wrapped herself around you. Your eyes widened as the short woman buried her face to the side of your neck and sighed. Almost the same way your husband would. You raised an eyebrow down at her. She never used to call you sunflower, only Eijiro did that.

Katsuki walked over to the front door grumbling with a scowl at having to leave his lunch. His hands were buried in his pockets of his sweatpants as he neared. He looked down at the woman that was hugging you with a raised eyebrow before looking up at Tetsu.

Tetsu sighed as he motioned to Eiji. “Eijiro got hit with a genderbend quirk.” He announced making the both of you looking at him with wide eyes. “Now she- I mean he is like that. The doctors said the quirk should fade out in three days or so, so Eiji over here can come back when she looks less…” He hesitated as he motioned over to Eiji’s form. Eiji shot him a glare. He put on a tense sharp smile before looking back up at the two of you. “Good luck.” He dismissed, turning around and heading back to his bike.

Katsuki and you were silent as you glanced at each other and then looked back down to Eiji. She looked up at the both of you with wide ruby eyes that looked identical to your husband’s. Katsuki furrowed his eyebrows sceptically. “Eij?”

Eiji let out a soft gentle smile, almost adorable with round pushed up cheeks. “Hi Kitty Kat.”

Katsuki eased at the nickname. He let out a sigh and shook his head. “You really had to go ahead and get yourself hit by a quirk.” He shook his head with a tsk as he moved back away from the doorway. You chuckled as you closed the door allowing the three of you privacy.

A whine came out of Eiji’s throat as she followed him down the hallway with you in tow. She put a hand to her arm of her hoodie. “Kat, it wasn’t my fault. A villain got away and then I tried pushing Midoriya out the way but I got hit instead.”

Katsuki rolled his crimson eyes as he paused, folding his arms over his chest as he turned to look at Eiji. “How am I not surprised.” He spoke sarcastically as he looked down at Eiji.

As he actually looked down at her he realised how… soft she looked. Eijiro was a large muscular man that literally went hard for a living, but now… she looked so soft. She looked up at him with wide ruby eyes that suddenly looked so uncertain and innocent maybe. Her face was softer and rounder, a pout on her face as she looked upset with him. She wore her hoodie that she went to work with but it was so big on her that it sort of looked like home wear. Her thighs were so chubby that they couldn’t help but touch however her legs also looked sculpted, showing a bit of the work she put in to becoming a hero, come in now.

“-suki… -tsuki… Katsuki?”

“Hm?” Katsuki ripped his crimson eyes away from her thighs and up to her face. You could see it as plain as day. Katsuki didn’t know what to think about this but at the same time he was also not denying that his attention was on Eiji’s new body.

Eiji looked over to you as well. She looked down at her body hidden by the large black hoodie. “I don’t understand why I’m not larger.” She let out worriedly. “I mean, Akari, Ayah and my mom aren’t this size. They’re all big and strong woman. This isn’t me.” She let out, clearly insecure in this new body.

“Aww but Eiji, you’re so cute!” You let out as you moved to put your hands in hers. You looked over her body. “You’re so pretty. Nothing is wrong with being this size as a woman. Your mom and Tamami are this size. Every woman is different and this is the body that you are in for now. It’s so much fun and you never have to worry about being kicked in the balls.”

At that Eijiro’s eyes widened. She gasped as she raced down the hall, taking you both by surprise. Katsuki raised a blond eyebrow in confusion. You shrugged not sure yourself. Suddenly you both heard a scream. You both raced into the master bedroom. Discarded on the floor were a pair of boxers.

Standing facing the mirror was Eiji, her hand bunching up the hoodie up to allow view of her lower half. She looked genuinely scared of what she was seeing. “Where’s my dick!” She asked loudly looking to the both of you almost as if you had an answer for her. Your mouth went into a straight line for a moment before laughter started to spill from your mouth. You giggled at the look on her face. “Y/N this is serious!”

It didn’t stop your laughter however. Eijiro’s pride and joy was quite literally his cock and balls and Katsuki and you could both understand why. Eijiro had a cock to make any person scared and good lord was he as fertile and full as a bull. It was almost hilarious how worried he was. Katsuki however, wasn’t laughing, mostly because he was too focused on Eiji’s sex. New, fat and half calling for him to bury his face into.

“Eiji, it’s okay.” You spoke softly as you moved over to her, putting your hands on her shoulders as you stood behind her. She looked at you sceptically through the mirror. “It really is. I mean as much as I will dearly miss your cock for the next couple of days…” You let out with a sigh almost at the memory of it. Maybe you should get it framed. “You don’t need it. Personally, I think that” You looked down to between her legs making Eiji blush. “In and out of itself is amazing too.”

Eiji hesitated, dropping the hoodie, suddenly feeling vulnerable. “I… I mean, I can’t be the man I am in our relationship if I can’t…”

“What? If you can’t fuck us?” Katsuki asked as he slowly walked over to the two of you. He folded his arms over his chest, tilting his head to the side with a smirk. “Maybe we’ve just got to let you realise that man or woman, we still going to love you Eiji.” He moved to put a hand to the side of Eiji’s face, his fingers brushing her ear. “Hm?”

Eiji knew what that was. Katsuki always used to do it when he was in the mood. Now that he did it, she realised that you both seemed rather eager about this new change. He could see it in the way, Katsuki’s eyes never left her body and could see it in the way, your hands stayed on her hips, not moving. However, Eiji wasn’t sure what to do. Katsuki gave her a look that said something that she never saw before when she was a man, almost making her feel… at his mercy. Eiji hesitated but she wanted to see how this would work out. She nodded her head slowly, “Okay… what did you have in mind?” She asked softly.

The question brought a grin to Katsuki’s face. “Baby.” You hummed, perking up at the nickname. Katsuki glanced at you, moving one hand to your chin, brushing your lip. “Get Eiji ready for me, hm? Think you can do that?”

You nodded your head. “Sure thing.” You turned your eyes to Eiji who felt rather ganged up on right now. You dragged her by her hand over to the bed, leading her forward. However, taking her by surprise, you put a hand to the side of her soft face and kissed her. Eiji’s eyes went wide in shock but she kissed you back. It was odd being slightly shorter than you but it was something that she easily forgot about as she was swept up in your arms. You hummed into the kiss, searching her mouth for answers she didn’t know how to give to you.

Your hands found their way up past the hoodie. You felt her soft skin of her bare wide hips, wanting nothing more but to feel them. You felt up her stomach, the layer of fat around her making her feel soft and squishy to the touch. You moved your hands up making a shiver race down her back as she gasped for air, angling her head up to the ceiling as she gasped. You moved your mouth to her neck, licking at her bare neck. You hummed as you began to suck against it making her suck in a breath. Your hands found their way up before grabbing her breasts.

A loud gasp came from her mouth at the sudden action, making her look down. Before she could say anything, you were pushing up the hoodie, wanting it off so you could see her in her entirety. You pushed her down against the bed, allowing her to fall in front of you. Eiji looked up at you bashfully, a blush on her face of being open and bare for you to see.

“Wow, Eiji… look at you.�� You started motioning to her. She looked away from you trying to swallow the embarrassment. Katsuki moved over to shift her head up to look up at him. He loved to see her like this. Bottom lip out with wide eyes almost wondering what he would do. It made him groan as he bent down and kissed her. While Katsuki did that, you took off your own clothes, moving to climb ontop of Eiji, your hands moving to her breasts once again.

A whine came out of her throat instantly making you throb. She turned her head to look down at you as you pinched and squeezed her nipples. Pink perky breasts that had you in a trance. You leaned forward, keeping your eyes on hers as you licked over her nipple making Eiji whine once again. You wrapped your mouth around her as you began to suck your other hand fiddling with her other breast. Eiji bit down on her bottom lip at the feeling. She had never quite experienced anything like it and damn did she feel sensitive. It was always the other way around, with her wanting to bite and suck at you and Katsuki. It was odd now having the playing field shifted but she wasn’t complaining.

Katsuki chuckled as he moved his mouth to her neck, hitting the spot that you were paying attention to before. Eiji closed her eyes as she angled her head away from him. “Kats…” She whined. “Y/N...” She let out breathy as she felt jolts of pleasure all over her body. You shifted to the other tit, making her jolt at the action. You moved your one hand up her thighs, spreading her thick legs apart, positioning yourself between them. You moaned at the taste of her skin as you moved your fingers up her slit.

Eiji gasped, opening her eyes as she sat up. She looked down at you, wondering what on earth that was. Katsuki glanced down at you before chuckling. You smirked around her nipple, moving your finger up to her clit. Immediately a moan came out of Eijiro’s mouth, pornographic and needy as she arched her back.

Katsuki chuckled as he moved behind her, keeping her back against his chest. “That feel good, Eiji?”

Eiji looked down at you with half lidded eyes as she looked down at you. You let go of her breasts, letting a line of spit connect your mouth to her nipples. You grinned as you moved to spread her thighs apart more. Eiji watched as you spread her fat lips. She let out a stuttered breath. “Is… Is that my-” You moved your middle finger to circle her clit. A keen came out of her throat. She was blushing at the sounds she was making but she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help it because it felt so good. “Oh my God.” She moaned as you watched slick drip out of her clenching hole as you gave her clit attention. “Oh fuck! Y/N. Shit- is this-” She watched you move down between her legs, your mouth kissing down her body. “Is this how you feel when I- DEAR GOD!” A groan came from her chest as she arched her back against Katsuki, your mouth sucking on her clit as you moved a finger inside of her.

She was so tight. So tight that she was hugging your one finger as if she was a vice. You tried to wiggle your finger inside her curling your finger as you tried to loosen her up for Katsuki. You wiggled your hips against the bed, humping your wet sex down against the blanket. You couldn’t resist it. Not when every sound that came out of Eiji’s mouth made you clench on nothing and ache with throbbing need. You could see how much Katsuki was enjoying this. His hands grabbing and massaging her tits as he watched hypnotised.

Eiji gasped as you forced another finger in. She bit down on her bottom lip writhing in pain and pleasure. She couldn’t even think beyond what you were doing to her body. How could pleasure feel this good? God did she love it.

“Y/N, stop.” With the order from Katsuki, you paused, unlatching from Eiji’s sex as you stilled your fingers.

Eiji let out a broken sob, turning to look up at Katsuki with pleading eyes. “Katsuki, why did you do that?” She asked. She moved her hips, trying to fuck herself onto your fingers. “I want to cum. Let me cum.”

Katsuki wrapped his hand around her neck making her stop. She stilled as she looked up at him. He shook his head with a tsk. “You aren’t in charge now, Eiji.” He reminded her with a tilt of his head. “You don’t get to decide right now. Now stop being a slut, and listen.” At the degrading words, you felt Eiji tighten on your fingers, a small whine coming out of her lips.

“Oh?” You let out with a chuckle. “Eiji liked that, Katsuki.” You reported to him amusedly.

Katsuki raised a blond eyebrow before looking down to Eiji. “Oh?” He asked shocked. Eiji looked away from him, feeling bashful now. Katsuki squeezed her neck before moving to stand up beside the bed. He moved to push down his sweatpants, his hard cock not hiding itself at all. “Good wives wait for their husbands on their knees, Eiji. Now be a good wife,” With a large hand, he stroked his cock, the head flushed and already dripping pre. “and come here.” He smirked down at her, a dark glint in his crimson eyes.

You took your fingers out of Eiji and moved off of her. Eiji watched you with a desperate look, silently asking you to come and give her a hand. However, you ignored her as you moved over to Katsuki, positioning yourself at his side. He wrapped an arm around you, moving down to kiss you so that he could taste Eiji on your lips. He groaned at the taste, messily licking at your lips and mouth in pent up need. You chuckled at his desperation.

Eiji watched in need, pushing her thighs together at the sight of the two of you sharing saliva at the taste of her. She frowned but begrudgingly moved onto her knees. She moved closer towards Katsuki, spreading her legs and putting her hands in front of her.

Katsuki glanced down with a smirk, knowing that Eiji followed her sex more than her pride. He chuckled into your kiss. He reached down once more and held his cock for her. “Well go on.” He barked. “It’s not gonna suck itself.”

Eiji was silent as she glanced up at him with a glint in her eyes that said that when she was back in her original body, she would get it later. However she leaned forward, pushing her ass up as she moved to bend down and wrap her lips around his cock. She sucked at the head for a second, before moving one hand to hold it. She felt it throb in her hands, feeling the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. She tilted her head before looking up and bobbing her head up and down his cock, keeping her ruby eyes up on him. Katsuki groaned at the sight, moving one hand to thread through Eiji’s red hair. “Good fucking girl.” He growled down. “That’s a good girl. You want it, don’t you?”

You watched Eiji move closer, moving to try and take more of his cock into her mouth as she shifted, spreading her legs more. Katsuki motioned back to Eiji, allowing you to move behind her once more. You watched as her sex stayed dripping as she pushed her fat ass back, getting aroused at just sucking Katsuki off. You chuckled as you moved a finger slowly to her hole pushing it in. You saw her push back, wanting your whole finger instantly. A moan came out of her throat as you watched her try and fuck back onto your fingers and try to take Katsuki’s cock at the same time.

Katsuki looked down with a half-lidded gaze. Today just couldn’t get any better. Not when he looked down and all he could see was you and Eiji. Eiji looked up at him with teary eyes as she gasped, Katsuki’s grip on her hair tight as she dragged her face off his cock. However, it was almost as if the redhead was in a trance as she reached forward and grabbed a hold of the blond’s cock. She stroked his cock with her hands, looking up at him with pleading wide eyes as saliva dribbled down her chin. Katsuki groaned at the sight. “Fuck, Eiji.” He guided her back onto his cock as she sucked him off like her life depended on it. “Y/N baby girl, I need to fuck her.”

You chuckled at how needy he sounded. You nodded. “Eiji’s ready for you, Kat.” You told him, removing your fingers out from Eiji’s hot cunt that was practically trying not to let go of you at this point. A whine came from the redhead, but you gave her ass a nice slap making her jolt and moan.

Katsuki hummed as he looked down. He had Eiji deepthroating his cock, her hands on his thighs as her throat tightened around him. He pulled her back making her gasp as more saliva fell down her chin and onto her breasts. She coughed trying to get air back in her lungs. Katsuki pushed her down, flipping the redheaded girl onto her knees once more with her ass facing him this time. He used one hand to push her neck down, forcing her to stick a thick round ass out for him. God, he wanted to just throw his face in there and die.

“Y/N baby, you think you can take care of yourself?” Katsuki asked with a raised eyebrow as he looked up at you as he held his cock to Eiji’s waiting entrance.

He, however, got his answer pretty fast when he saw you lying back enjoying the view with two fingers already inside you and your thumb circling your clit. You chuckled as you leaned back, allowing Katsuki all the view he could dream of. “I’m good, baby. You go to town. I wanna see Eiji fall apart on your cock.”

If Katsuki could kiss the living daylights out of you, he would. Katsuki looked down at Eiji who was whining in need. That’s when it hit Katsuki. His face perking up in realisation as he let out a loud laugh. “I’m gonna be your first time, huh, Eiji?” He asked amusedly. He dragged the head of his cock up and down her moist slit. “It’s alright. I promise to be easy on ya’. Don’t wanna break our girl so quick.” He pushed into her slowly. Eiji let out a keen at the feeling of his cock pushing in and stretching out her virgin hole. It was painful but it was also deliciously good. She felt like she could barely breathe as she closed her eyes and let the amazing feeling of being one with Katsuki like this go through her. It was always different with a cock, but now? She could barely think.

Katsuki let out a groan as he bottomed out inside her. He took a moment to allow her to adjust to him, watching and loving the way her hole squeezed around him as she tried to accommodate with him inside her. Without prompt, Katsuki noticed Eiji slowly moving her hips. He chuckled. “You ready already?” He moved just leaving the tip of his cock in before, pushing back inside her harshly. A loud moan came out of Eiji at the thrust.

Carefully, Katsuki built up a rhythm, moving in and out of her at a steady pace. He watched as her ass bounced back against his pelvis, the fat of her ass slapping against him as she tried throwing her ass back in time to match his thrusts. “God, who’s a good girl, Eiji? Who’s a good fucking girl?” He asked her.

Eiji could barely even answer with how good she was feeling. Was this how it felt like to get fucked? To have a cock inside her? Eiji didn’t know if she was grateful to the quirk or to Katsuki’s cock more. She was practically drooling as she allowed him to use her as he pleased. The view made you clench on your fingers at how fucked out she looked already. “I-I am! Me! I-I’m a good g-girl.” She let out.

“Yah you are. What happened to being the dom in this relationship, Eiji?” Katsuki taunted as he landed a harsh slap to her ass. “You busy moaning on my cock like a damn whore. Is that what you are now? All you needed was cock in your cunt and suddenly you're so good for me?"

Eiji nodded her head dumbly. She looked back at him, cock drunk. “Yes! I’m so good for you.” Eiji was always one for praise, no matter the situation and it didn’t seem to change now.

Katsuki grinned as he felt her practically try and milk his cock. “Yah, thought so.” He grunted out. He pulled back, angling his cock down before slamming in roughly, hitting a spot that had Eiji squealing.

“FUCK~” She squealed out. You half wish you were recording this. The sound she was making were damn right euphoric.

Katsuki chuckled as his pace started to increase. He couldn’t help himself. She just felt too goddamn good. Too tight, too warm, too amazing. He half wished he had two cocks so that he could fuck the both of you at the same time. “How about a fuck I baby into you and keep you like this for the rest of our lives? All fat and pregnant and happy? All for me and YN.”

Catching Eiji completely off guard was the way her stomach did a flip as her thighs started to shake and she went tense for a moment. “AH!” Katsuki’s eyes widened as he watched her cum right on his cock, a white sticky ring of cum around his cock where she had him sucked in. Eiji’s thighs were trembling but she looked back at him with a flushed expression. Her expression so needy as her pussy just seemed to massage his cock in need despite having just cum. “Fuck me, please Kats. Don’t stop…”

Katsuki let out an amused scoff, half in disbelief and half in arousal. He grabbed at her ass, continuing with more vigour than before. Eiji let out a moan as she relaxed her body, allowing him to use her as his own personal fleshlight. She bit down on her bottom lip, saliva dripping down her bottom lip as she drooled. She giggled on his cock as he fucked into her, giggle being interrupted by harsh thrusts.

Katsuki grinned down at her. He glanced up at you, noticing your own smile in adoration to the redhead in front of the both of you. He scoffed in amusement. “Fuck, you like that don’t you?” he asked as he pounded into her. You had never seen Katsuki seem so breathless and so determined. A spark in his eyes as practically speared into her. “You still got that breeding kink we know and love?”

At the mention of a kink that was engrained into her, Katsuki felt her cunt tighten around his cock. “Yes!” She shouted, nodding her head as she looked back at him. “Yes! Breed me, Katsuki. Please, please fuck your cum into me. I wanna feel it.” She nodded her head with tears lining her ruby eyes and yet a smile on her face. “I wanna feel you inside me! Knock me up, Katsuki!” She cried out loudly, almost loud enough that you were sure that if you stood right outside your window you could hear. “Please!” She sobbed out, gripping Katsuki’s cock so tightly it had his head feeling light. “I wanna feel full. I want it.” She begged so pretty it almost made you feel sorry for her.

A low growl came out of his throat. “So pretty and all for me and Y/N. All for us, our perfect breeding bitch.” He growled. The title made Eiji roll her eyes back with a groan as she pushed her ass back against Katsuki, trying to work his cock into giving her what she wanted. You had never seen Eiji act so needy and you were actually pretty surprised to see this side of her, however it wasn’t an unwelcomed one. Katsuki’s grip on her ass was tight as he started to reach his end, the fat of Eiji’s ass seeping through his fingers as he gripped her with bruising strength. With a groan, Katsuki pushed deep inside her with a low groan as he came inside her.

Eiji shivered as she drooled against the bed, the warm feeling of Katsuki’s cum insider he making her giggle dumbly as she clutched the blankets with weak strength. Pure euphoria going through her head as she couldn’t come up with coherent words to say. Katsuki was breathing heavily as he closed his eyes for a second.

Katsuki heard a small muffled sound and looked over to you. You had your thighs closed around your hand, slick dripping down your hole as you had squirted just a bit onto the blanket underneath you. Katsuki let out a groan at the sight. He slowly exited out of Eiji, making her sigh as her thighs relaxed slightly but she stayed in a presenting position, her eyes closed tiredly.

Katsuki had to suck in a breath at the sight of his cum that started to spill out from inside Eiji. Seemed as though he was really pent up. Katsuki moved to the bathroom grabbing a damp warm cloth to quickly clean himself up before he went to the both of you. He moved over to you, making you open your eyes. Katsuki placed a kiss onto your cheek as he gently cleaned you up. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a kiss. Once you were all clean. He let you move into the covers, waiting to take a nap with your beloveds.

Katsuki moved to Eiji who hadn’t moved from how she was. She opened her eyes at the cold feeling against her sex. She hissed slightly but allowed Katsuki to do his thing. Katsuki placed a kiss on her ass, gently caressing her before finishing up. You moved to grab Eiji, easily swaddling her in your arms as you littered her face with kisses. The redheaded woman was silent but had a small content smile on her face. You both waited as Katsuki came into the blankets as well. You held Eiji in your arms, keeping her squished between the both of you.

The redheaded woman walked into the DynaRiot agency with a pep in her step as she smiled as she always did. Her face was bright as she looked around with wide ruby eyes at the lobby. She waved at the receptionist who didn’t bother her as she scanned her finger that allowed her past towards the elevators. The young woman held a big picnic bag in her hands as she hummed to herself in the elevator.

Maybe Eiji could get used to this for a little while… just a little while.

She stepped out onto the floor for the heroes where they would be until called upon by an alarm or when doing paperwork. She walked through the halls as she did occasionally with a bright smile and waves, noticing the way a lot of the heroes seemed to stop and stare or bow to her. She raised an eyebrow but didn’t see the need to question it.

She carefully walked into the lunchroom, taking the attention of the heroes there. She smiled broadly as she looked at the faces she knew. “Afternoon everyone! I brought cupcakes!” She chirped out brightly as she looked at all of them.

Tetsu didn’t know what to do as he looked at the Kirishima woman in the heroes break room in a white sundress. He looked at his fellow heroes who all also seemed confused. Immediately the rest of them straightened up and bowed their heads. “Good Afternoon, sir.” They greeted standardly.

She blinked once, twice, three times. She tilted her head confused. “Is… is today opposite day?” She asked confused as she turned to look to Tetsu. “Tetsu, what’s going on?” She asked.

Tetsu hesitated. There’s two possibilities. Either that Eijiro was still a girl and was so deep into it that he was wearing a sundress and baking (Which he never does) or this was Tamami. Tetsu was too scared to take a gamble.

He glanced at the others before looking at the redhaired woman in the doorway. “You made cupcakes?” He said ignoring her question.

Her face brightened up as she nodded her head. “Yep, chocolate and vanilla, I also brought Ei-nii lunch.” She motioned down to the bag she was holding. “Where is he?” She asked looking around the room, not noticing her older brother.

At the mention of the nickname that Tamami used for her older brother, Tetsu eased. “Tamami,” he let out with a relieved sigh. “He’s-”

“Right here.” Stepping out from behind her was Eijiro, back as a man and dressed rather casually for work. The heroes that were there looked at him shocked. They were surprised to see the large hero back as a man in front of them after all the work gossip that had happened over the past four days while he wasn’t at work. Eijiro raised an eyebrow at all of them, not understanding their confusion.

Tamami turned to her older brother, her face lighting up. “Eiji!” She let out happily. “I brought you lunch.”

Eijiro softened at the look of his younger sister, he pat her head gently. “Thank you, Tammy. How’s varsity treating you?”

She frowned with a slump. “A lot of work.” She let out a sigh but straightened up again. “But I think it will all be worth it when I finally get my teacher’s degree! I’ve been interning at one of the schools nearby and all the kids are so nice.”

Eijiro smiled down at his sister, her bubbly personality brightening up his day all together. He listened to her talk about her class and where she was interning for a bit, but then he caught eye of the rather quiet room they were now in and all the other heroes stopping to stare at his sister. Specifically, their gazes were at his sister who had her back turned to them and their eyes down casted.

Eijiro’s eyebrow twitched before he looked down at Tamami with a bright smile. “Hey, Tammy, mind taking it to my office. We can have lunch together.”

Her face lit up at the thought. “That would be perfect!” She gave him the cupcakes as she turned and waved to everyone in the room before leaving towards her older brother’s office.

The room descended into silence as Eijiro glared at all of them. He opened the large box of cupcakes that Tamami had handed him. He walked forward and placed the box on the counter, taking a cupcake before moving to lean against the counter next to them. The cupcake looked like a large swirl of death by chocolate but it was beautifully pipped and done. “Any of you check out my sister again, you’re getting stuck with graveyard patrol duty for the next month.” He spoke casually.

Terraquake looked at her wrist where a nonexistent watch was. “WOW! Look at that, lunch is over.” She spoke dramatically with pointed gazes to the heroes around her.

“OH jeez, what a bummer.”

“It’s so good to see you again boss.”

“Your sister makes wonderful cupcakes.”

“Absolutely delicious.”

“You should thank her for us, Red.”

“You’re hair looks phenomenal.”

Soon all that was left was Tetsu and Eijiro. Eijiro rolled his eyes as Tetsu laughed. He moved to grab a cupcake. “It’s good to see you back as yourself Eij.”

“Thank you.” Eijiro said genuinely with a smile. He debated whether or not he should go to his office or eat the cupcake first.

“So…” Tetsu hesitated for a moment. “How was it?” Eijiro glanced at him. “Just wanted to know how you were.”

Eijiro let out a sigh. “I’m fine, T.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” Tetsu took a cupcake and moved to lean against a counter. “Now… Hypothetically speaking, if I were to ask if I could take Tamami out-” Eijiro’s arm hardened. “To the dentist cause she wanted to go. It was just a rhetorical question.” He put his hand up, moving to head back out before pausing. He turned to look at Eijiro, debating something in his head. He mulled it over. “Eijiro you know me.” He said putting one hand to his chest with a sharp smile. Eijiro glared. “And let’s say you had photos of when you were a girl-”

“Not a chance, Tetsu. I am not giving them to you.”

Tetsu paused as he processed that. “So they exist?”

Eijiro paused as he looked at his best friend. He shook his head as he closed his eyes putting his fingers to the bridge of his nose. “Get out.”

“So they do?”

“I said get out!”

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daddy's home - izuku x reader

cw: horror themes, you and izuku have a child, villain!deku, yandere!deku, mentions of murder, violence, fem!reader summary: izuku’s family misses him, and he misses them in return. (~2.1k words) a/n: reposting this on father's day cuz i love problems. part 2 here.

By the time you make it to your daughter’s bustling preschool class, you’ve managed to calm down your heart rate to a steady, human pace. A few tiny humans whizz past you on the playground that leads up to the front door, and it’s enough to make you unsteady given how lightheaded you are already. However, one foot before the other, you still make it to the teacher who holds your daughter’s hand. She eyes you a little warily, probably noticing the very slight wobble to your footsteps, but smiles back in response to your forced smile.

“She did great today, Mrs. Midoriya!” She exclaims, turning to the bushy-haired four-year-old that’s jumping up and down in excitement. “Didn’t you?!”

“Yes, Mrs. Sato!” She nods emphatically before weaseling herself out of her grasp to hug around your legs. “Hi, Mommy!”

You crack another smile, forcing the uneasiness out of your expression for the sake of your daughter as you scoop her up in your arms. She’s still very light, as she’s always been small for her age, but her weight steadies you a little bit and you hug her close.

“Hi, baby, I missed you,” you offer her, kissing her forehead. “Thank you so much,” you mouth at the teacher as you make your way back to the car, nodding enthusiastically through your daughter’s terribly excited chatter. You can feel Ms. Sato’s eyes at your back as you leave, and wonder if it’s because you aren’t hiding your anxiety well or… the other thing.

There’s an odd thing about your daughter that you’ve only noticed recently.

No matter how excited she is to see you or wired up from a fun-filled day of school, the moment you strap her into the car seat, she seems to sober up immediately. It’s unnerving - she becomes silent and almost solemn - to the point that you find yourself glancing carefully at her through the rear view mirror. Her emerald green eyes look at you curiously but her expression is far too neutral for a child and it distresses you enough that you find yourself forcing conversation in the car. Today you notice that the freckles on her cheeks appear to have multiplied, possibly due to the recent sunny weather, and she looks even more like her father. This is especially apparent when she frowns intermittently - something she stops the moment she sees that you’re watching.

You hate it.

“What did you learn today, honey?” You ask, trying to keep the mood light.

Her eyes brighten for a split second and you hope it will linger, but they return back to normal as she lowers them and answers your question.

“Addition… a-and subtraction…” she pauses and thinks for a moment, before she adds, “um, and something about personal space and making sure that you’re polite to other people.”

It tracks, you think.

“Did you have fun with your friends?” You ask as you make one of the first three turns into your gated home. From the estate entrance to the front door is another ten minutes of driving, and in the next three, you’ll have to remember to look ahead for biometric testing.

“Mmhmm! Did you know Akane is my new best friend?” She asks, leaning forward to hold onto the back of your headrest. It comforts you that she sounds a little bit more excited like her normal cheery self again.

“Oh! Tell me about Akane!”

“She’s very nice and she’s the only one who told Mrs. Sato’s helper that it wasn’t nice to call Daddy a murderer and…”

You don’t hear the rest of what she says. Your blood runs cold, and you swallow hard.

“I-is that what Mrs. Sato’s helper said?” you repeat finally once you can no longer hear her high-pitched voice. You pass through the second gate after raising your hand to the glass to read your fingerprints.

You watch her again as she leans back into her seat, crossing her arm.

“She did and I know it’s not true,” she pouts.

You wish you could be that convinced. It would have saved you a lot of heartache once you were forced to finally accept the truth.

Heroes disappearing, one by one, without a trace. The slowly shifting look in your husband’s eyes as he started to return home later and later. The constant hand-washing, a nervous habit you thought was far too sudden to develop. The oddly-timed and inconsistent tears during the day, and laughter you’d heard surreptitiously in the middle of the night when Denki was found hacked into irregular pieces, stuffed into a duffle bag at the bottom of a river.

It was almost cliché, how extreme the descent was, the process of watching your husband go slowly mad - mumbling something about Heroes being a stain on society, none of them practicing what they preached. It was something he had whispered into your ears more and more over the nights, and something you’d had attributed to burnout and frustration. It made sense. The idea of losing your childhood to something so idealistic only to find out that there was less of the saving of people and more the pursuit of money and fame. That’s how you’d ended up with this huge home after all, wasn’t it? He’d bought it for his little family of three and you still hadn’t moved out, had you?

The last biometric gate involves a wide smile to the camera, but you don’t feel happy. It recognizes your face, and announces a robotic “Welcome home.”

You don’t feel so welcome.

—

Your daughter kicks her feet as she chomps through a snack of carrots, celery and peanut butter and connects dots with lines. You sit next to her, eating the extra parts she doesn’t finish - she’s picked up an odd habit of leaving the ends of her carrots untouched recently. You’ve thought about pushing her to eat the rest of her food but her father was always better at encouraging her to eat so you don’t bother. It’s the least of your problems.

You are thankful that she doesn’t say that she misses him at mealtimes anymore, but you wonder how much of it is in order to spare your own feelings.

Sometimes you wonder if she has a special Quirk that is taking too long to manifest, one that makes her sense emotions far too astutely for a girl her age, but that’s impossible.

Quirks no longer work on your property.

At least you hope they don’t. You have to remind yourself that in order to feel safe in your own home. Every day you return home, you curse yourself for not having moved out the second Izuku disappeared without a trace, but you’d wanted so desperately to give your daughter a sense of normalcy. Enrolling her in school far from your home and fortifying this mansion was enough. In fact, it was probably the safest place for you, safer than any apartment you could find in Japan.

I’ll be back for you, don’t worry, he’d promised, as he’d marched out of your home, surrounded by Pro Heroes and police prepared to subdue him by any means necessary. It felt more like a threat than anything even though his voice was sweet enough you would think he was kissing you goodbye while on his way to work.

Did he know you’d turned him in? The idea made your stomach turn. You hadn’t wanted to do it, but the desperation with which you wanted to fix him rather than turn a blind eye to his crimes had pushed you to it. You wanted him back, your sweet husband who only wanted to help people, not the crazed being that looked back at you through the reinforced glass walls with a deranged smile as he tore through the nearly hundred-strong crowd in your yard, leaving not a single person alive.

The spray of blood painting your home was so thick you couldn’t tolerate the color red for a week. Now those same walls were dull and gray with metal that was promised unbreakable to you. No natural sunlight had entered this home for months now, turning it into more of a fortress than a home.

You missed your husband and your old life terribly.

“All done!” your daughter chirps. You look over her work and offer her an hour of her favorite show, letting her sit in your lap as she sings the songs along with the television. You clap together and wonder if she’s as lonely as you are.

Your phone buzzes suddenly, and you pick it up without looking, pressing it to your ear.

“Hi, honey.”

You nearly choke on your own saliva and your mind starts to race. The uneasy feeling from this afternoon must not have been made up; perhaps it was the sense that Izuku was also thinking about you. Before you can regain the presence of mind to turn off your phone, he’s one step ahead.

“Don’t you dare hang up.”

His voice is stern and freezes you into place. Your daughter notices that you’re no longer playing with her hair and turns to face you.

“Who’s that? Is that Daddy?” She asks. You open your mouth and close it. Izuku on the other hand picks up on the extra voice, and sounds delighted.

“Ah, is that my little girl? Let me hear her voice.”

“I-Izuku, please, she’s-” you begin to plead.

“Pass the phone over to her, love.” He replies, and you can almost hear him smiling on the other end of the line. It’s not a warm smile - it’s the smile he had on his face when you saw him snap someone’s neck with his bare hands. “Let me speak to my daughter.”

Shakily, you put the phone on speaker, and place it closer to her. Izuku starts to speak.

“How have you been, princess?” He says, far too cheerily for a man who has made a heel face-turn into villainy.

“Daddy! Are you coming home?” She begs. “Please come home! Me and mommy miss you, and people are saying lies about you and there’s a monster under my bed so now I sleep with mommy but I want to sleep with you too.”

“Oh, of course, honey bunches, I’ll be there very soon.”

“You promise?”

“Of course, baby. I promised Mommy I’ll be back. She can’t get rid of me.”

Your stomach turns. These are all lies. There’s no way. This place is tried and true, and 100% impenetrable to anyone, no matter how strong the Quirk. There is just no way he will make it in unless you let him in, and you absolutely, will not, let him anywhere near you or your child unless he gets the help he needs.

You hope desperately he’ll get the help he needs.

The phone has long since shut off and your daughter is grinning ear to ear.

“Can we turn on the lights? It’s dark outside, I don’t want Daddy to get lost.”

You offer her a pained smile.

“I think he’ll find his way just fine,” you say, holding her tightly. It’s time for her to get a bath and maybe you too. Anything to calm your nerves.

—

The two of you lay together in bed, and you hold her tightly to your chest.

“Can we stay up and wait for Daddy?” she asks. You rub her forehead slowly with your thumb and try to hold back your tears. Your phone’s screen lights on and off but you’ve stopped looking an hour ago.

“He’ll be here soon,” you reply, trying to keep the waver out of your voice. “He’ll be happy if you’re asleep when he gets here. That will mean you’re a very good girl.”

She smiles warmly and wraps the blanket he gave her on her birthday tightly around her. You place the other larger duvet cover over her, trying to resist the urge to cover your own head. The bedroom is locked but you know it’s futile. You are not safe.

He’s already made it past the first two gates.

“We’re gonna play a game where we try to go to sleep with the lights on, but it means you have to be really, really quiet and shut your eyes really, really tight.” you whisper into her ear.

“Okay,” she whispers. “Why aren’t we sleeping in your room?” she still manages to ask. “Daddy’s not gonna have any space when he gets here.”

She’s right. You’re crammed into a twin bed in the corner of a guest room that has been unused since you bought this home. Really, it’s more like storage than anything else. It’s a silly place to hide, but it’ll buy you some time, you’ve convinced yourself.

“When he comes, he’ll carry you to the other room, okay?” You reply. She seems to like that idea, and snuggles up to you closer.

“I want us to be a family again,” she insists.

So do I, you tell yourself.

Your phone alerts you that the third gate has been breached.

Your daughter is fast asleep by the time you hear the first bang on the front door. The aftershock of his blow reverberates through the whole house.

Looks like his Quirk isn’t affected.

You have no idea how your daughter can sleep through what feels like an earthquake, but you’re thankful that maybe, just maybe she’ll be able to be spared from what will happen next.

There’s another blow that comes with a crash that can only mean a wall, somewhere, is crumbling to pieces.

Welcome home, you think, with a teary, defeated smile.

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