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with-my-calamitous-love · 10 months ago

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CARVE YOUR NAME INTO MY BEDPOST / MIGHT AS WELL BE DRUNK IN LOVE

shouto todoroki x f! reader

at a work party gone wrong, shouto finds a secret moment with you amongst the crowd.

smut! you are responsible for what you read!

inspired by dress + slut!

it was hard to find secret moments in a crowded room.

shouto todoroki, now japan’s #2 hero and possibly one of the most famous men in the nation, was loved everywhere. he was handsome, and just socially awkward enough to be charming. he was the topic of most headlines and gossip tabloids these days- and the press thought the knew everything about him. a 22-year old male capricorn, the youngest sibling and a top ranking graduate of UA high school.

one thing shouto relished in, secretly, was that no one had any idea about you and him.

and its not like they made it particularly easy for him.

like now.

shouto came to this event dressed in a sleek black tie and all eyes on him. at this point, he had grown somewhat used to it. he’d you, his wife, by his side. you’d squeeze his hand 3 times everytime you felt his anxiety flare up, especially when the lights began flashing and the familiar clicks of the reporters came about.

at first, he could handle it. just smile, nod, and let the world watch him act. its what he did for most of his life, anyway.

“shouto! are you still maintaining a relationship with your father?”

“shouto! over here!”

“is it true you and your wife want to raise your first child as a hero?”

“can you tell us about your marriage?”

“are you trying to be more like your father these days?”

“how is your family coping with everything thats happened?”

“shouto! what can you tell us about touya todoroki?”

it was starting to grate on him.

he felt the sweat trickle down his forehead at the constant questions. his fists clenched, wanting to shut off all the noise. they had put him and his family through enough, yet they still looked for more stories and more gossip.

he did his best to answer all the questions, taking a deep breath and disassociating like his PR team had told him to do. he was handling it, up until he couldn’t find you through the crowd.

his blurry and hazed eyes scan the room, looking for you and where you might have gone. the air suddenly began to thin, the years of anxiety and inadequacy beginning to build up at the back of his throat. worst of all, you weren’t there to help him ground himself. he was lost in a sea of people, and none of them were you.

luckily, someone else was there to step in.

“OI! BACK OFF FOR ONCE!”

a familiar blonde barks, much to the relief of shouto. after all, pro-hero dynamight had just as much respect as shouto, and the media was more or less used to his abrasiveness.

he lets out a sigh of relief as most of the reporters and fans take a step back, allowing him and bakugou to escape to different corner of the room. the #1 hero immediately senses something is wrong, specifically the fact that you weren’t with your husband.

“the press getting to you?” the blonde asks, his usual dick-bag self being suppressed to help his ‘friend.’

shouto nods, and bakugou sighs sympathetically. even someone like him, who relished in the fame and praise of being hero, understood the mistreatment shouto had experienced all his life. he saw how that mistreatment was only amplified when the public got involved.

“wheres [y/n]?” he asks, red eyes scanning the room for any sign of you. shouto does the same, like a boy in the sea searching for a raft.

bakugou rolls his eyes, deciding he’ll be the hero. “go look for her. i’ll keep them off your back.” he says, turning back to the media frenzy and adjusting his tie, ready to give them what they want. “but you owe me one, icyhot.”

with one manly pat on the back, bakugou walks back out to the crowd, giving shouto a chance of peace.

he immediately opens some door to a room. its some fancy, pompous washroom only the rich could afford. the size of it could it a family, if it wanted to.

but he didn’t care about the lavish architecture. he cared about the way his heart calmed down at the sight of you, sitting on the counter.

“hey.” he walks over to you, sitting next to you and taking your hand. you immediately note his anxiety, evident by the dryness of his throat. theres guilt that creeps into your throat once you realize you left him all alone.

“hey, sho.” you say, immediately taking his hand in yours.

“i lost track of you in the crowd. are you okay, love?” he asks, bi-coloured eyes staring at you with nothing but love. you squeeze his hand in reassurance.

“i’m okay.” you say, chuckling awkwardly. “just, you know… parties.”

he nods sympathetically, understanding how neither of you were particularly fans of big crowds. his gaze flickers over to the washroom door for a moment, making sure the door is locked.

“are you okay, though? those reporters out there were down your throat.” you ask, watching as his expression darkens slightly. from just outside the washroom, the sounds of partygoers can still be heard loud and clear.

he boy sighs, the stress of the media's questioning weighing on him. he appreciates your concern immediately, and he knows he can at least be honest with you.

"it was...a lot," he admits, running a hand through his hair. "they kept asking about my family, and about the you...and i just feel like they're trying to get a reaction out of me."

you nod, understanding his frustrations. you’re quick to validate his worries. “thats exactly what they’re trying to do. they’ll profit off of anything.”

shouto knows that to be completely true.

after the news of endeavour’s abuse towards his family (specifically his firstborn son) came out, shouto felt as though him and his entire family had been engulfed in flames. he soon learned that the paparazzi will do anything for a story. the more you fall apart, the more they’ll flash their camera’s and take notes of your pain.

it seems despite his valiant efforts to get out from his fathers shadow, theres still people that won’t let him forget it.

as if you two share a psychic connection, you can immediately sense whats on his mind. his pain is yours too, and it kills you knowing that there not much you can do to stop it. “i remember when they got a hold of your family story. they took the years of abuse and made money off of it.” you scoff. “its disgusting.”

he feels a pang of anger and disgust at the memory of the media's handling of his family history. he can still remember the way they had twisted and distorted the truth, using it for clickbait headlines and sensationalized stories. it had been traumatic and painful, and they had made it all seem like entertainment.

"it is," he agrees, his voice filled with irritation. “they had no right to turn our lives into a spectacle for their profit. it made me sick.”

you sigh, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “so much talk about your father these days… i can’t imagine what you’re going through right now.”

shouto ruminates for a second, looking down at his own lap. being young is art, in its own twisted way. being famous means constantly being reminded of what hurts you the most. for shouto, that was the fear that he would one day resemble his father.

they loved to think he’d never forget.

the constant discussion and speculation about his father's actions and legacy has been weighing heavily on him, and he's been trying to distance himself from it as much as he possibly can.

"it’s been...difficult," he admits quietly, looking down at your intertwined hands. “i know who my father was, and what he did, but i feel like everyone is always waiting for me to do the same. like… they're just waiting for me to make a mistake so they can say 'see? you’re just like your father after all.'"

his voice cracks slightly at that last part.

you shake your head valiantly, cupping his face and making sure he’s looking at you. the only other sound that can be heard in the room are the quiet drips from the sink. otherwise, you and shouto managed to drown out the noises from the party. all that mattered was the two of you, together, as if you were in a snow globe.

“shoto, listen. you aren’t your father. you’re so much more. i know the man i fell in love with. i know him because he’s twice the man he came from. he’s kind, and strong, and everything his father wasn’t.”

at that moment, shouto thinks: what if all he needs is you?

“thank you.” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. “i needed that.”

you easily reciprocate, feeling his warmth and all that makes him him.

“it’s everything that made you.” you whisper. “all that pain and all that suffering you went through… it made you the man i fell for. all those dead end streets led you to me.” you smile.

with that, he feels truly at peace. if all that suffering led him to you, he’s consider it worth it. he’ll pay the price and you won’t, as long as it means he can love you.

without a word, he leans in to kiss you. his lips fit on yours like the universe especially crafted you two for each other. nothing else matters right now. all of that pining and anticipation, his hands shake from holding back this entire night. he’s desperately waiting to love you, and show you how much he does.

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theres indentations of shouto all over you.

first, your head. because he’s all you think about. his jokes, his smile, and the way he makes you feel.

second, your heart. he never wanted you like a best friend. half the time, he dresses up just so he can feel your hands remove the fabric from his muscles, kissing every patch of exposed skin possible.

third, in between your thighs. literally, because he’s on his knees, head between your legs and pressing his soft lips against your clit. he could carve his name onto your skin if he wanted to, and you’d probably let him.

one of your hands press against your mouth, trying to silence the urges to cry out for him. he looks so fucking gorgeous right now, his tie undone and shirt just unbuttoned enough to show off his muscles. his abs are covered in kiss marks leftover from your lipstsick- a finishing touch to an already beautiful masterpiece.

he’s tugged your panties all the way off, and pushed your dress high enough to give him access. he was salivating just thinking about getting between your legs, tasting you and letting you cum in his mouth.

you tug at his hair in fistfuls, urging to give you the orgasm you need. his eyes are closed, focusing solely on the way his tongue swirls around you. his mouth and chin glisten from all of it, and he’s doing this for his pleasure just as much as yours.

the way you moan makes him tighten his grip on your hips, ever so slightly increasing his pace. he chuckles to himself, acknowledging the effect he has on you. the vibrations of his voice and warm breath pushing against your already pulsing core sends a shiver down your spine.

“careful, love.” he whispers, only pulling away from you slightly. “wouldn’t want anyone to find us, hm?”

“i know.” you whimper. “fuck, just don’t stop.”

he happily obliges.

“good girl.” he whispers, his tongue slowly circling the bundle of nerves in a messy pattern. his tongue moves in a maddening pace, sending brain-melting waves of pleasure to you.

the ecstasy is inescapable, and you’re not even gonna try. this was your secret. those people out there, that thought they had you and your husband figured out, had no idea what was actually going on right now.

you’re his one and only, his lifeline. forever, he wants to wake up by your side. you’re the only person who makes his hand shake and heart beat despite all the pain he’s gone through.

“say my name.” he says, looking up at you.

“shouto!”

and everything just stops.

he’s lovesick, all over his face. his tongue blessedly picks up the pace, not daring to stop for even a second. you’re lovelorn and nobody knows. everyone wants him, and thats your crime. you silently cry out, head throwing back while you feel that not in your abdomen slowly begin to unwind. he guides you threw it, making you cum from nothing but his mouth.

and when you do cum, he takes it all happily. because in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman.

the two of you were all dressed up- they may as well be looking. shouto came to that party with a sleek black tie, and left without it. he only bought it for you to take it off.

tags! 🫧

@crushmeeren @whenanafallsinlove @bbluefllame @satirediary

p.s i don’t normally write smut so i have no idea if this is good or not 🥹 thank you for reading!

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malereadermaniac · 1 year ago

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૮ • ﻌ - ა Barrack bunny ~ BNHA guys x Bottom Male Reader

Word Count: 4.8k (Holy shit that's so long for me)

Plot: Military AU with Bakugo, Deku, Shoto, Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, Hawks

Featuring: Top!Characters x Bottom!Reader

Note: Some pictures of these guys as soldiers are at the bottom of the fic to help with visualisation!

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

In an all-men's unit, within which all of the guys worked out constantly and looked the part, you were different

You were evidently gay, something which is thankfully accepted nowadays

But most of the guys took a liking to you despite you out-ly being gay - something still slightly frowned upon in the army

You weren't annoying and you did your job, but you were nice to everyone and would always check in on guys when they looked down

But the thing that your peers noticed the most was the fact that you were the dictionary definition of a barrack bunny

Not that any of them were complaining about it - they were all young men around their 20s who still had hormones and needs

It just became tricky when most of the guys took a liking to you which was further than a sexual one

Katsuki Bakugo

The man was practically made for the military - he follows orders to a tee and sticks to the set routine

Bakugo is serious about his role in the army, even if he is in the lowest rank there is

He takes training seriously, which is very evident when you take a look at his body - he looks like he was sculpted by a god

The blonde's pecs and abs were chiselled as hell and his back was massive just like his arms

The way Katsuki carries himself just exudes confidence - and holy fuck he just looks right with a rifle in his arms

Bakugo had noticed you around, you did stick out like a sore thumb at the end of the day

The blonde really did take a liking to you, despite not really showing it

He would subconsciously look out for you on the field and would blush whenever you helped patch him up

And whenever the explosive man would need to release some steam, you were always there for him

Katsuki had never questioned his sexuality - he'd always thought of himself as straight

But hey, the army brings out parts of men that they didn't know they had

Whenever Katsuki wanted you- no rather he needed you, the blonde would walk over to your bed and knock on the frame three times

A small signal he'd established with you to let you know he needed to feel you around him

You would then tip-toe over to somewhere quiet and go at it like bunnies - just like your nickname suggested

You'd always found Katsuki at his hottest in his uniform, so he made an effort to wear it most of the time when fucking your brains out

He looked so good, manoeuvring your body and making you do exactly what he wanted while in uniform

The muscular man also would go fully out when fucking, a dominating and sadistic persona coming out of him - to your utmost pleasure

Katsuki would make you worship his body toe to head (literally)

The man would make you kiss his boots, make you take them off and kiss his feet before letting you move up all along his body

The blonde would make you choke on his veiny, sweaty dick, his bushy pubes stuffing your nose and limiting the already little oxygen you were receiving

Bakugo loved having power over you, so most of the time he'd let you put in little to no effort while he ruined you

Katsuki covers your body in his own unique marks while he pounds into you

He forces you to kiss him and his body while he drills his dick into your prostate

By the end of the night, you've both cum twice and half the barrack is awake - but neither of you could care less

The two of you were like a perfect match, affectionately and sexually - so it made things complicated when Bakugo began wanting you to himself

The built blonde started showing his affection towards you more publicly

Katsuki would also be more brutal during training, shooting glares at his peers who are also frequent visitors of your barracks

And the sex would only get more possessive and more rough as Katsuki's feelings for you strengthened

He wanted you to himself more and more

Izuku Midoriya

If there was another person who didn't really fit in with the other soldiers - it was Izuku

He was more meek and less hard-core about the army than his peers

However ,on the training grounds, it became evident that Izuku belonged in the army

The man was ruthless, he had his mind set on the end goal and we would reach it

His body was incredible, built perfectly - he wasn't incredibly muscular but he most definitely wasn't unfit

Midoriya and you became friends on the first day of your mandatory service, and he immediately took a liking to you

The green-haired man found you caring and calming - he could always be relaxed around you

Being reckless on the training grounds meant the man was always in need of bandages

And Izuku loved how careful and dotting you were whenever you patched him up

The meek man, of course, knew about your reputation as the unit's barrack bunny, but he couldn't care less - it just meant he had more reason to like you

Whenever Izuku craved your touch, craved your body, he would tiptoe to your bed and scratch your head, ruffling your hair for a hot minute before making his way to the disabled bathroom

No one in your unit was disabled so that poor bathroom was your go-to spot for sinful activities

Midoriya loved it when you rode him, he loved holding your waist with his rough, scarred hands and just admiring the contrast between your bodies

The muscular man also wasn't small whatsoever, the small bulge in your abdomen every time you sank on his veiny cock was proof of that

You loved listening to Izuku try to hold in his moans, small whimpers escaping his throat through his gritted teeth, his face scrunched up as he struggles not to cum while holding in his noises

The sound of your ass slapping against Izuku's muscular thighs would echo throughout the bathroom along with your moans - which you never bothered to hold in, half the barracks had heard them before at their own hands

Izuku would kiss you constantly, your lips plump from how long the man made out with you - and when he isn't kissing you, he's marking your neck with his own light pink lovebites

And due to Izuku's fit nature, he can last for a long time

Your poor self is fully spent, having came 3 times by the time Izuku finally shoots his boiling-hot load inside of you

What pushes Izuku over the edge of lust to love is the many moments you two have shared after the green-haired hunk has re-arranged your guts

Your heavy breathing harmonising with his as you comfortably lay your naked body on Izuku's

Midoriya likes to run his rough fingers up and down your back, the two of you Chat about almost anything during that time - he's never been so close with someone before

When Izuku comes to terms with the fact that he likes you, he starts to be more possessive of you - he calls out his peers when they talk badly about you and glares at guys who say they need a piece of you

But mostly, Izuku's sex drive increases tenfold - he fucks you day and night, at the training grounds or even on your own bed with the others around

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto was ranked just slightly above the others - of course, due to his efforts in the army, but mainly due to his father making a generous donation

He still slept in the same barracks and would only be in charge of your unit if absolutely no other superior was on the field

The others liked Shoto, he didn't get much special treatment and he still put in a lot of work - he would train like a maniac

The stoic man would spend most of his free time in the gym rather than anywhere else

Shoto knew about you, but he'd never really been interested in you

He'd heard his peers talk about how good you were and how charming you were, but the half n' half man was never really interested

That was until he really paid attention to you on the field

You caught his eye and he couldn't wrap his head around 'how someone could look so good on the field while also doing so well'

Shoto really admired your dedication to your role - and it really did help that you were fucking drop-dead gorgeous

The tall soldier had decided he wanted to see why everyone was so smitten with you

So the two of you started talking quite a lot; to the point where Shoto would subconsciously look for you first in a new room

Another perk that came with his father's donation was that Shoto had a private bathroom - a room that the two of you became very familiar with

Shoto would even bother being sneaky about it, the man's ego would actually get inflated when he would ask you in front of everyone to go fuck

"[Name], join me in my ensuite?" That's all the man would say and you're already perking up and following behind the tall soldier

For a sheltered rich boy, Shoto can sure get down and dirty with you

He strips down fully and likes to watch you stare at his slim-toned body, a blush creeping on your face as blood rushes to your dick

If there's one thing Shoto likes to always do with you it's watch you squirm against him as he fingers you ruthlessly

The toned man puts his slim, long fingers to good use, sitting you naked on his lap - your skin against his - as he abuses your prostate constantly

Shoto fucking loves watching you squirm and try to hump against his dick while he curls his fingers against your gummy walls

The man gets off to your whimpers too much for his own good

And by the time he re-arranges you to impale you on his dick, you're already stretched out enough to only feel the pleasure of Shoto's skinny, veiny 8 incher

Shoto's go-to is having you lay on the closed toilet while he towers his thin, muscular body above you - his dick ploughing into you while his hand wraps around your throat gently

Your moans fill his ensuite immediately, accompanied by Shoto's own moans and groans at full volume - the privacy of his ensuite coming in clutch, as the two of you like to get noisy

The man holds you in place gently by your throat, his thumb caressing your cheek as he wipes away the tears his dick is forcing out of you

Shoto also loves to tease your dick, wanking you off while he pounds his cock deep inside of you - teasing your dickhead from time to time, his moaning chuckles echoing in the room as he watches you writhe in overstimulation

Once Shoto discovers that he has feelings for you, his ego becomes a real problem

The two-tone-haired man wants everyone to know that you belong to him - whether you actually do or don't

Shoto wraps his arm around your waist and makes you sit on his lap whenever the unit is hanging out during free time

Or he'll fully tell other guys to fuck off if they're with you

He also fucking lives off of the looks other guys give him when he does things like that

Shoto just can't help it, he needs you to be his

Eijiro Kirishima

The redhead exudes masculinity - he really was made for the army

Kirishima is one of the most well-liked of your unit, almost second to you

The man is extroverted and helps out his peers when they need it, but best of all, he looks really fucking good in camo

Eijiro immediately took notice of you, he was one of the first to talk to you and eventually get with you

The redhead was quite fond of you, he liked how you cared about your role but you weren't too hard-core

You really liked Eijiro too, he didn't go to the gym much, despite staying so muscular somehow

He was very well built, his back and arms looking perfect 24/7

It was almost impossible for you two not to have sex at some point

It just so happened that the aforementioned point in time was very early

Kirishima also fucks like a beast - while also looking like a sex god as he ploughs your brains out

The redhead likes to pull you to the side whenever he's horny and he drags you to a place where he can get it on with you

Kiri also knows how horny you get whenever he wears his tank top, so he most definitely wears it every time you two get it on

His arms and back just look so good in it, and he likes to watch you physically get turned on by his body - it seriously inflates his ego

Ejiro also fucking loves to dominate you - it's a common trend among military men

The redhead loves to force your body into positions where he holds all of the power

Full Nelson is his favourite by far, Eijiro loves showing off his strength by holding you up, forcing your body down on his thick cock with such ease

The muscular soldier also can't deny his affinity for being worshipped

Especially his smell, Kirishima gets so turned on when he makes you smell his sweaty body after training all-day

He makes you sniff his musky balls and dick before sucking him off, forcing your nose into his forest of pubes for minutes at a time just forcing you to inhale his scent

Kirishima also likes making you ride him, watching you struggle to take his thick, veiny cock while you moan and whimper, dick twitching pathetically

Eijiro particularly likes to take control once you get into a rhythm and give your system a shock with a new pace, a rough pace

It's then that Eijiro grabs your hair tightly and forces your head into his armpit while he fucks up into your abused hole

Your head woozy from the muscular soldier's musky sweat and your body trembling from his cock plowing into your poor prostate

The man also doesn't keep quiet, so your whole barrack can hear Kirishima as he cums deep inside of you, claiming you as his own for just that little moment in time

However, once the Beast of a man has had his fill, he's incredible at aftercare

Kirishima goes out of his way to clean you up to a tee and then lets you rest on his warm, muscular body while he plays with your hair

Eijiro really enjoys the moments after sex, sometimes even more than the sex itself - the first time he thought time it immediately clicked that he liked you

Initially, Kiri is subtle about the fact that he likes you

He might be more physically affectionate when around other people

Or he may be more careful with you in bed even though you insist you can take more

However, once other guys start to show interest in you in more possessive ways, Kirishima feels the need to match their level

So his arm is around your waist whenever the redhead can get it there

And if any other soldier tries to make a subtle move on you, Kirishima finds that the best deterrent is to awkwardly call out their behaviour

"Are you trying to flirt with, [Name]? You think you have a chance?" In the most sincerely confused tone was Kiri's go-to and it sure did work

Sero Hanta

Sero was another one of the more social soldiers

He did his job when he had to, but an opportunity to slack was never *not* taken

The two of you were friends before anything happened between the two of you

You would only hang out with each other, Chat and play shitty games - like normal friends

He knew you were a barrack bunny and he couldn't give less of a fuck, he would call out anyone bad-mouthing you and would say "That's a slay from you though" when you would tell him about a recent fuck of yours

The two of you were nothing more than close friends, you two weren't afraid to show physical affection

So one time when you were sat in Sero's lap facing him, most people would have thought something was going on there - but there wasn't, not yet at least

It was when you fell asleep that the problem began

It was late at night after a huge training day, so while the other members of your unit played a game of cards, you were sleeping like you'd never slept before in Sero's lap

But once everyone else had gotten tired and gone to bed, you and Sero remained on the floor - your unconscious body snuggling into Sero's

Unfortunately for Sero, you move a LOT in your sleep, resulting in the poor man popping a boner

Which would just not go away! Mainly due to your unconscious and accidental grinding against his dick

So, as Sero profusely blushed and tried to move you off of him, you woke up

And you felt Sero's raging boner pushing against your ass

What happened afterwards was a blur but it went along the lines of you two rushing into the bathroom and going at it

Sero's very gentle with you - despite his slim-toned build

The man focuses on your pleasure, your moans and whines egging him on as he fucks up into you while playing with your nipples

The two of you don't fuck very often, but when you do it's earth-shattering and comfortable at the same time

It also isn't awkward to stay friends even though you two share such intimate moments, the real problem arises when Sero's platonic and sexual feelings for you become slightly romantic

His behaviour barely changes, but when you two are doing your usual clingy friendship activities, the toned soldier holds onto you just a little tighter

He also becomes obviously upset when you're hanging out with someone else

And during sex, Sero hugs you and kisses you while softly fucking into you - marking your neck with soft hickeys

He softens even more than usual when he starts to like you romantically - it's a nice change, contrasting your other peers who absolutely demolish you

Denki Kaminari

Unlike most other soldiers in your unit, Denki slacks at any given moment - even if he knows he'll get in shit for it

He's such a dumb yet lovable idiot, his shocked and scared expression slightly charming when he's getting an earful for dozing off on lookout

He's one of the more hormonal soldiers, to say the least - and it doesn't help that he has quite the perverted side to him

So when Kaminari heard that your hobbies include getting fucked by every other member of your unit, he knew he needed to get a piece of you

The two of you were friendly, to begin with, but the fact that you had a soft spot for goofy men who look fucking hot in uniform really helped speed your relationship along

All it took was for Denki to accidentally blurt out that he thought you were ridiculously attractive and that he didn't mind getting shouted at by superiors if it meant he got to sneak around with you - and with that, you were ready to pretty much jump on his dick

If there's one thing Denki likes to do with you it's make out

The soldier will drop all his duties and sneak around the superiors just to hide away with you and hold you in his lap while the two of you kiss messily for half an hour - Denki dry-humping his clothed crotch up into the smooth curve of your ass

The blonde looks so, so good in uniform, his white tanktop highlighting his slim, muscular body while the camo cargoes just suit him so well

He doesn't like to be subtle about the fact that you and him fuck, so whenever it's just your unit with no superiors, he likes to rub it in the other's faces that you and him are heading off to a supply shed

And holy shit is Kaminari good at what he does

After making out for God knows how long, the man will move you into his arms, Denki standing up while his tongue is still playing with yours

The blonde likes to show off how strong he is - despite being a slacker, he does train a lot

Denki holds you in his arms, your legs around his waist while he one-handedly unbuckles his cargos and pulls yours down the curve of your ass

Kaminari certainly shows off his strength when he moves you up and down on his veiny dick with such ease, hitting your prostate with every thrust while you hold onto his broad shoulders tightly

Being kind of a perv, the blonde fucking loves watching you drool and blush from the size of his dick, your fists tightening to hold Kaminari closer and your eyes being forced to look up from the pressure and pleasure his dick was forcing onto your ass

It's only when your chief loudly bangs on the door of the shed that you're fucking in that Kaminari takes his eyes off of your fucked out face and slows his pace down

"Kaminari! What's taking you so long?" The chief shouts

Denki quickly moves his hand to your mouth, his rough palm keeping all of your moans from escaping

"S-SORRY SIR! C-CUUUMING NOW!" The blonde shouts as his pace quickens, your walls clenching against Kaminari's thick dick so tightly that he actually starts cumming

You can hear your superior walk away faintly, the sound of his steps mainly blocked by Denki's whimpering and grunting in your ear as his cum seeps out of your cock-filled hole

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself... You're just toooo warm and good~"

Now while Denki may be very sex-brained, he struggles to separate sex from romance - so he falls for you pretty quickly

He's one of the only members of your unit to loudly state that they like you

Most of his peers make fun of him for saying things like

"I can't wait to leave here and date, [Name]..."

Your peers telling the blonde that you would never settle for him in a million years

But Denki couldn't care less about what they say - he's ups his game by being super sappy and clingy around you, but you don't mind exactly; you can't deny that you like the attention

The rest of your barrack is fucking fuming that Denki gets to do shit like that with you, so most of them follow suit and try to one-up each other - all thanks to Denki

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Keigo is one of the older members of your unit - he's a 30-year-old surrounded by mainly 24-26-year-olds

But he's got a young spirit, so he fits in exceptionally well

And fucking hell does he fit into the army well as well - he's another one of the guys who was made for the military

The blonde constantly works out and takes his role very seriously - his body reflects that on so many levels

His arms and his back are insane, and his legs are so built it's crazy

Keigo had noticed you immediately, the man knew he was bi and couldn't turn down releasing some stress so the two of you were on each other almost straight away

Being older, Keigo has so much more experience, so you've always liked being with him - whether you two were spending time together or he was fucking the daylights out of you

The blonde soldier was charismatic and affectionate but not in an over-the-top way - which got you riled up all the more

He would have one of his veiny hands on your waist or shoulders all the time, and he'd smirk at you while looking down into your eyes with his arms crossed - the man was incredibly attractive, to say the least

When hanging out with other members of your unit, Keigo loves to exert dominance by having you on his lap, an arm around your waist and his head resting on your shoulder - smugly grinning when the others give him a jealous glare

And when he wants to let you know he wants you cumming on his dick, all Keigo does is gently grind into you - but if you're already in bed, the tall blonde bend over you and kiss your neck slowly

Keigo would then leave for the bathroom, chuckling to himself when he'd hear your hurried footsteps behind him

The man fucks like an animal in heat

He likes to strip you naked but keep himself fully clothed in his casual uniform, bending you over on the ground as he plays with your exposed hole

"So fucking tight, even with all the dick you take, sweetheart" Keigo compliments you as he smacks your ass, hard

He likes to push on the small of your back as he lines his hard, veiny, uncut dick with your entrance - forcing your back to arch perfectly for him

Keigo likes to start slow with you, sinking his cock all the way inside of your tight walls and immediately starting to thrust into you slowly

Your breathy moans echo in the bathroom while Hawks' rugged moans grace your ears

The muscular blonde then likes to pick up the pace, fucking you rougher and harder by the second until your're a drooling, moaning mess

He also moans really loudly, his masculine groans filling your ears along with sadistic chuckles and laughs from the immense pleasure Keigo is feeling from your tight ass and watching you look so whorish

He fucks you into the ground, his thick dick splitting you open while your dick dangles between your legs, leaking precum constantly

As Keigo starts to lose himself in the pleasure of fucking you, he moves his bare foot onto your head, pushing your head harder against the ground as his body shifts to get his dick into you deeper

The blonde laughs and moans as his veiny hands grip your waist, pulling you hard onto his dick

The usual slapping sound of sex is muffled by Keigo's cargoes and his tanktop is now see-through as it's drenched in his sweat

The older man's pace speeds up even more when he can feel you tighten, your moans raising in pitch as your dick twitches in pleasure

By the time your loud, slutty moans are registered by Keigo, he's balls deep in your ass shooting his hot, thick cum deep inside of you - rutting his hips against your ass, therefore rubbing his tip even more into your prostate, overstimulating you just enough so that it's still pleasurable

Once the blonde soldier pulls out of you with the wet slurp of his cum-covered dick, Keigo likes to watch his thick cum drip down your thighs and onto the floor

He admires his work for a bit and then cleans you up

Keigo is extremely good at aftercare - even military men need to be taken care of!

The two of you lay on each other and tiredly chat about life - during this, Keigo likes to roll his fingers over your body, admiring you

He never thought he'd fall for you - Keigo always saw himself as above the other, more mature, he thought he could handle a no-strings relationship

But seeing you with others, knowing that other men get to experience the heaven that is being around you and being inside of you - it really pisses Keigo off

The man, just like most of the other members of your unit has fallen for the barrack bunny - he becomes slightly more possessive than he already was

But again you don't mind, it may make you seem like a bad person, but the attention is a nice bonus on top of the good dicking down you get everyday

A couple bonus pics to help visualisation ^_^

Art Credit: KADEART (Hawks) - couldn't find artistis for the other 2

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ilovejeansosomuch · 4 months ago

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“MNDI” but you’re writing about a minor?

Notice how all the tags I have are all minors and I’m pretty sure most of the top posts are smut. I’m not saying it’s wrong but how can you restrict minors when THEY are a minor 😭

Edit: another point is i wouldn’t say it’s alright to be writing abt it but you can’t be mad that MINORS are reading about other MINORS

I feel this will either reach the wrong audience or the right one

#my hero academia x reader #haikyuu x reader #reader insert #bakugou x reader #x reader #deku x reader #todoroki x reader #iwazumi x reader #ushijima x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu miya x reader #tsukishima x reader #kageyama x reader #daichi x reader #denki x reader #sero x reader

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pinkteethmarks · 5 months ago

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↯ SPIDERMAN IZUKU AU

symbol of hope for those in need, though he can’t save people with a smile on his face, he can at least make sure they leave with one on theirs

notes: no “quirk” per say au (izuku’s spider powers won’t be called a quirk in this universe), izuku a vigilante, check individual warnings. listen… ik i should definitely be focusing on blood orange… LET ME COOK CHAT I SWEAR!! i literally cannot stop thinking about this so i need NEED to carry this out. for the dividers, this au was inspired by @ffleurist and their work with spider man kaiser 🤤🤤🤤 and omg how could i forget @cherrysurf own spider man au smau series 🔥🙏😍😝 its so fire check it out NOW🕷️ = fluff 🕸️= suggestive 🎒 = angst 🧬 = smut (i doubt i’ll get to it tho ngl). @enchanthings-a for dividers!

OUR WEBS:

🕷️ izuku gets bitten! 750 words

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imagination-mess · 1 year ago

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Imagine Ghost!Izuku

Ghost! Izuku, who accidentally made the street post light explode when he got his first kiss. It wasn't the last time he accidentally took in the energy from a lightbulb like that. He hasn't disclosed to his Romantic partner that he is half ghost and human. It doesn't mean he is dead per se. He was just born like this.

Ghost! Izuku, who gets too excited during a makeout session, makes the house's light flicker, making it look like you are having electricity issues.

Ghost! Izuku would have his moments where he is cold to the touch. He never really thought about it, since he grew up getting used to the random waves of cold. He doesn't mind the cuddles from you or wrapping him up in blankets in an attempt to warm him up.

Ghost! Izuku may or may not mark in his ghost ways on you. It's to show that you are off-limits from possession or any sort of haunting or torment. The only one haunted you would have would only be him.

Ghost! Izuku may be insane to get with Normie, who doesn't know anything about the supernatural and is taking a big risk of getting rejected later on. The safer option was getting with someone who was in supernatural realm, a vampire, werewolf, or siren to even another half-ghost like him.

Ghost! Izuku purposely dressed up in a ghost blanket for Halloween to actually make himself transparent during the hide and peek game in a party. He may or may not get a kick out of scaring people. He can get away with it during the day of Halloween.

No one would believe them that he just vanished from the spot to only spawn somewhere else. Good thing it was dark.

He ends up winning the hide and seek game.

Next Part Two of Ghost Izuku

Next: Werewolf! Katsuki Bakugou

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wonubby · 5 months ago

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Hiiii I’m the one who left the comment on your post !

Could you maybe do a bakugo katsuki one shot where the reader has been over doing it for awhile and gets herself sick

Like maybe their both pro hero’s and share an apartment bad he convinces her to call in

Just some nice hurt/comfort

BECAUSE I CARE !

tw: swearing, hurt/comfort, arguing, intimacy (nothing explicit)

Katsuki sighed as he stepped into the house at exactly 8:00 PM, kicking off his hero boots with a grunt. Every inch of his body ached from the relentless patrols, the never-ending grind of his job. But none of that mattered. All he wanted was to see you. To sink into the comfort of your home, your bed—your presence.

Dragging his tired limbs toward the master bedroom, he pushed the door open, fully expecting to find you curled up in bed, a book in your hands, waiting for him like always.

But the bed was empty.

His jaw tightened, frustration simmering beneath his exhaustion. He knew your job demanded long hours, but damn it; was it too much to ask to come home and see his wife after an insane day? The gnawing irritation in his chest only worsened as he fished his phone from his pocket, scrolling to your contact with muscle memory alone.

Without hesitation, he hit call, pressing the device to his ear as he paced the room.

Pick up, damn it.

After a few attempts, each one met with nothing but voicemail, he let out a sharp, frustrated breath before throwing his phone onto the bed. His jaw clenched, hurt mixing with irritation. He wasn’t the type to admit it, but he needed you here.

With a scowl, he let his feet carry him to the bathroom, shedding his hero gear piece by piece. The hot spray of the shower did little to ease the tension in his shoulders, but he stayed under it anyway, silently hoping you’d come home in time to join him.

But time dragged on. Thirty minutes in the shower. Another ten spent getting dressed, running through his usual skincare routine, because of course, you’d chew him out if he skipped it. Still, the house remained eerily quiet.

No footsteps. No sound of keys jingling. No teasing voice telling him he took way too long in the bathroom.

With a heavy sigh, Katsuki collapsed onto the bed, the very spot where he had hoped you’d already be. The irony wasn’t lost on him. The roles were reversed for once, and now he was the one waiting, eyes growing heavier by the second.

Eventually, exhaustion won, dragging him into sleep before he could hear the front door finally creak open.

By the time you stepped through the door, it was well past midnight. Exhaustion weighed you down, your limbs heavy from the never-ending workday. Meetings that stretched on for hours, stacks of pointless paperwork, late-night patrols—it all left your head spinning, your body sluggish.

Nights like these made you wonder why you even bothered. Some days, you wanted to throw in the towel, stay home, and do nothing but cook and laze around all day. A quiet, simple life. Not that Katsuki would ever let you clean—he always claimed you just made a bigger mess of the house.

With a tired sigh, you toed off your boots and set your gear aside, already dreading the conversation waiting for you in the bedroom. But when you opened the door, you found something unexpected.

There he was, sprawled out on the bed, one arm resting on your side of the mattress, as if he had been waiting for you. His brows were slightly furrowed even in sleep, like he had passed out unwillingly, fighting to stay awake.

Guilt twisted in your stomach. You knew how much he hated coming home to an empty bed.

Silently, you opened the drawer, grabbing some clothes to change into. As you turned around, about to undress, your breath caught in your throat when you found yourself staring into a pair of crimson-red eyes.

Katsuki was awake, sitting up in bed, his glare piercing right through you. His hair was slightly disheveled, but the irritation in his eyes was unmistakable.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” His voice was rough from sleep, but there was no mistaking the annoyance lacing his words. Narrowing his eyes, he took in your appearance—disheveled, exhausted, barely able to stand. “You finally decided that it was time to come home?”

Your stomach churned in guilt and pain. All you wanted to do was relax under the covers with your beloved husband, but it seemed like he had other plans. You opened your mouth to respond, but the only sound that escaped was a harsh cough.

Katsuki noticed, of course he did; he noticed everything about you. But his quick concern morphed back into anger. Climbing out of bed, he raised his voice, “Y/N, you can’t just ignore my calls and show up in the middle of the night pretending everything’s fine! I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Kats, please… It’s been a long day, I’m tired… Let’s go to bed,” you pleaded, trying to wave off the sudden dizziness. You raised a hand to your head, covering your face as tears started to form, though you tried to hide them.

“I don’t give a damn if you’re tired, Y/N, we need to talk about this. I’m done with you working overtime—” Katsuki cut himself off when he heard a quiet sniffle.

His anger faltered as he took in the sight of you standing there, trembling. Eyes wide, he quickly moved toward you, gently grabbing your hand away from your face, staring you dead in the eyes.

“Shit… fuck, baby, I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice suddenly softer, the anger replaced with a soothing murmur. “Don’t cry… It’s okay, just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I… I’m just so tired, Katsuki,” you choked out, your voice breaking. You wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling smaller with every breath. “I don’t know how much more I can handle. I just… I need a break.”

The words hung in the air, thick with emotion. Katsuki froze, his anger melting away as he took in the sight of you, trembling, barely able to keep it together. His expression softened, guilt flickering across his face.

“Damn it, Y/N…” he muttered under his breath, walking toward you with heavy steps. “You should’ve told me.”

You shook your head, the tears now falling freely. “I didn’t want to worry you… I thought I could keep going… But I can’t… I’m just so tired.”

Katsuki’s gaze softened, and he cupped your face gently, his thumbs wiping away the tears. He swallowed hard, jaw tightening. “No more. You’re not going back to work tomorrow.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “What?”

“No,” he said firmly, his voice brokering no argument. “You’re taking time off. I’m not letting you push yourself until you break.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but exhaustion won, and you found yourself leaning into him, closing your eyes. The idea of taking time off, of not having to worry about anything for once, sounded impossible but so desperately needed.

“Let’s just… go to bed,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you let yourself fall into his embrace.

Katsuki sighed, pulling you closer. The fight was gone, replaced with tenderness. “Fine, but no more work until you’re better. Got it?”

You nodded, a soft breath escaping as he tucked you under the covers. You were too tired to argue anymore, too tired to do anything but let go of the weight you’d been carrying for so long.

And as he held you close, Katsuki made a silent vow to himself that he wasn’t going to let you burn out again. No more ignoring the signs. No more pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t. He’d make sure of it.

With that thought, the two of you finally fell into a peaceful, much-needed sleep, the tension from earlier melting away.

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mitsua · 5 months ago

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WE'RE BOTH SLEEPING ON THE COUCH

synopsis: Izuku's been having a tough day at work, what would you do to help him? (0.49k)

it's been a tough day at Izuku's work as the #1 hero of Japan, just as each day was. with a slight difference that it almost costs your relationship.

iIt was as if every bad thought he might have had for the past years just became truth in one day.

so to say he was far beyond exhausted was an understatement. he kindly let you know he'd be coming home later than usual (said usual normally being 12a.m.), so you could sleep without worrying.

how could you not worry about him if his voice over phone sounded so rough, raspy and tired with everything he might be living in those offices right now?

this made you remember every time Midoriya got his way out of reunions or late nights to be with you for at least some hours when you called him and expressed your fatigue.

you would not leave him at his own now. not ever.

so you quickly glanced at the clock as you said your goodbyes and ended the call. 9:48 p.m.

yeah you could do something about it.

you arrived at his agency half an hour later, with a bigger than usual bag and a blanket perfectly folded under your free arm which helped you open the gigantic glass doors which welcomed any citizen that might be in trouble along the best heroes of the country.

this entrance always gave you chills as you recalled when Izuku spent days and days deciding how to decorate his agency in a way it felt comfortable with everyone, yet it got some of his unique traits like some walls were green-coloured.

you had to take the elevator once the secretary recognized you as his boss' partner.

finally, opening the last door was a relief for you, but a surprise for your freckled-fiancé. his face changing from confusion to happiness to confusion again since he told you not to worry about him.

"wha-why?" he asked, his finger pointing at the things you were carrying, his other hand still with yesterday's and today's patrol reports he had to review.

"let me tell you a little story about a boy who used to listen to a certain person whining about their day when they were younger, i really admire that boy 'cause he did everything he could no matter what the time or weather was, he'd go with them and accompany them by himself". you said smiling all the way to the wood table his grand officine had, starting to pull out some plastic cutlery and tuppers with fresh food, then, extending the blanket at the couch infront of it all.

Izuku had left all his work by now to stare at your gentle gestures, the care that you held while putting perfectly everything in place for a little time off for yourselves. he had never felt fuller than now, finding comfort in your acts, he let himself drown in this love of yours.

here's my BNHA m.list if you'd like to read more! remember you can ask to be tagged at any of the fandoms i write for ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

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dee-writes-anime · 28 days ago

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I need a fic where its a bakugo x izukus twin reader but im too lazy to do it myself 💔

So basically when reader and izuku when in the womb she sorta absorbed izukus quirk which turned into omnipotent? And he holds a little resentment towards her. She’s very quiet most of the time, sorta childhood frenamys with bakugo

So she isnt in the hero course and chose to sing instead, she’s popular for singing ’spit’ idk who the artist is💔 and the meaning behind it is izukus resentment towards her

Do as you wish with that! (Bakugo eventually see’s how strong she is when she randomly saves izuku from a huuuuge fight with the LOV)

Eat drink and sleeeeep

-MONTY!

Spit

FEATURING Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

SUMMARY You always saw in shows and stories that a twin was supposed to be your better half, the person you could count on for anything... but how could you believe them when all Izuku showed you was distain, hate?

CONTENT WARNINGS emotional neglect, resentment between siblings, quiet angst, complex family dynamics, mild violence, mentions of injuries, Izuku is an asshole in this one I'm sorry T-T

AUTHORS NOTE I am at a standstill on whether or not I absolutely hate this piece or really like it... let me know what you think!

Your name trends before your quirk ever does.

Not because you’re some big-time hero—not like Izuku. You didn’t even try for the hero course. Didn’t even go near the written exam. While he trained and strained and shattered his bones to catch up, you… walked the other way.

Your name trends before your quirk ever does.

Quietly.

Deliberately.

You chose music. Stage lights. The microphone over the mask.

And somehow, that hurt more than if you'd failed.

Izuku never says it. Not directly. But the tension lives in his shoulders every time your name hits a headline. A little tic in his jaw when someone mentions your streams, your numbers, your voice.

That song, especially.The one that sounds more like a breakdown than a confession.

They all know it.

Everyone does.

SPIT“Spit in my mouth / I put out my tongue pleaseBubble my spit / My spit, you wanna goAnd I’m waiting, I’m waitingI’m waiting, uh-uh…”

The first time Bakugo hears it, he’s slouched in the common room, flipping through training notes while Kaminari scrolls TikTok too loud beside him. Then the bass hits—grating and feral. Like something unclean finally being named.

“It's filthy, disgusting / So ugly, I’m sure…”

Bakugo looks up.

"…Is that who I think it is?"

Kaminari glances over. "Midoriya's sister. Yeah."

He almost doesn’t recognize your voice—half-chanted, half-bleeding. The track is chaotic. Distorted. The kind of song that tastes like copper in the back of your throat. A ritual. A threat.

“Bleed in the underground, bleed in the underground / Go…”

Kirishima frowns. “Isn’t she Deku’s twin?”

Kaminari nods. “Support track. She’s kinda blowing up.”

Bakugo doesn’t say anything.

But something about the cadence—the snarl of I hate you, I hate you muttered like a mantra—makes his jaw tense.

He remembers the day you walked into the cafeteria with a lanyard marked “Support Division.” You were thinner than he remembered from middle school. Paler. Still quiet, still sharp-eyed, but different somehow. Withdrawn.

He remembers the way you ignored your brother as you passed him.

He remembers the way Izuku didn’t even look up.

It’s not that you disappeared. You didn’t.

You just turned all your energy inward.

Voice training. Engineering courses. Night classes in composition and sound design. You never bragged. Never posted. But the first time your music hit streaming platforms, it blew up like a lit match in dry grass.

Everyone was talking about it.

Except you.

And Izuku.

Bakugo even overheard Kirishima asking you about it once in the common room. You blinked like you'd forgotten the song even existed.

“Oh. That. It was just a release project. For class.”

“But it’s, like… number six on national charts,” Kirishima said, stunned.

You just shrugged. “That wasn’t the point.”

Bakugo doesn’t forget that.

He also doesn’t forget how Midoriya stiffened across the room and walked out without a word.

You were always good at slipping out of sight.

Bakugo thinks that’s what annoyed him most as a kid. You never tried to be liked. You never fought for attention. You just were. Present but ghostlike. Watching with those silent, unnerving eyes while Izuku and Bakugo screamed at each other about quirks and strength and who deserved what.

You were supposed to be the third wheel, yet somehow you were the one left ahead.

And when you would vanish the second quirks got involved, he thought it was fear.

Now he knows better.

Your quirk was too big. Too strange. You could see quirks like blueprints. Rewire them. Silence them.

And instead of putting on a cape—you walked away.

When the League attacks, it’s chaos from the first breath.

It’s supposed to be a recon exercise—Class 1A scattered across an urban training site just outside the city. Low stakes. Simple drills.

Then the sky tears open.

And Dabi walks out of the smoke.

It’s a coordinated ambush. Fire, clones, decay—Toga shrieking somewhere in the shadows while Twice covers their approach. It’s messy. It’s fast. It’s wrong.

And Izuku, like always, runs straight toward it.

Bakugo snarls and follows, catching glimpses of him through smoke and rubble—arms already scraped raw, his breathing ragged. Shigaraki is moving in fast, fingers twitching with decay.

Too fast.

Bakugo realizes—too late—that they’re not going to make it in time.

And then—

The air shifts.

It’s not loud. It’s not even visible. But everything… bends. Like gravity takes a breath and holds it.

And there you are.

You don’t drop in with explosions or flair.

You arrive.

Like the wind made room for you. Like the world paused to see what you’d do.

No gear. No uniform. Just a black jacket hanging off one shoulder, a thin silver ring glinting in the hollow of your throat, and a streak of dried blood painted along your jaw.

You raise one hand.

And the fire dies mid-air.

Dabi blinks. Confused.

You turn your palm outward—like you’re dismissing a stray thought—and he collapses. Not hurt. Not dead. Just gone, like someone cut the thread holding him upright.

Twice stutters mid-attack. His clone disintegrates.

Toga shrieks.

Bakugo can’t look away.

Then Shigaraki lunges.

You don’t move.

You just look at him.

And something in him stops.

He crashes backward like he’s been hit by a train. Coughing. Staggering.

And you walk past him like he’s beneath your notice.

You drop to your knees beside Izuku.

Your fingers hover above his ribs. He’s bleeding hard—wheezing through cracked ribs and a ruptured lung. You don’t touch him.

You don’t need to.

His body stitches itself back together beneath your hand.

But your face—your face is stone.

You look at your brother.

And he looks back at you like he wishes you’d stayed away.

Bakugo sees it.

He sees the tension in your jaw. The ache you don’t let reach your eyes.

You saved him.

And he still looks like he’s waiting for you to apologize.

You don’t.

You vanish before anyone else arrives.

Later, in the hospital waiting room, Izuku sits pale and quiet.

“She saved your ass,” Bakugo says.

Izuku doesn’t answer.

“You gonna thank her?”

A shrug. “She’s done it before.”

Bakugo glares. “That why you treat her like she doesn’t exist?”

Izuku’s jaw flexes. “You don’t get it.”

“No. I don’t.”

“She didn’t want it,” Izuku snaps. “She got the power—everything—and she walked. And people still treat her like she’s some icon.”

“She didn’t take anything from you,” Bakugo says, voice sharp now. “You act like she’s some thief—like she chose to be born with it.”

Izuku flinches.

Bakugo leans forward, voice low.

“You ever think she didn’t want it either?”

No answer.

“She turned it into music instead of war. That’s not weakness, Deku. That’s her choosing not to burn the world down.”

You’re on the roof the night after.

Hood up. Knees tucked to your chest. The skyline glows distant and smeared, like a dream half-remembered.

Bakugo doesn’t say anything when he joins you.

Just sits. A few feet away. Letting the silence settle.

After a while, he speaks.

“Why?”

You don’t look at him. “Why what?”

“Why save him.”

You hesitate. “He’s my brother.”

“That all?”

You glance at him, tired. “Shouldn’t that be enough?”

Bakugo doesn’t respond right away. Just lets the wind hum between you.

“I didn’t know you were that strong.”

“I didn’t want anyone to.”

He nods. “Figured.”

You both fall silent again.

Then, softly: “He hates me.”

Bakugo frowns. “No, he doesn’t.”

“He does.” Your voice is flat. “He just doesn’t know how to say it. So he buries it. And it rots.”

“…You hate him?”

You don’t answer.

“I don’t think you do,” he says after a while. “I think you just hate that you’re always the villain in his story.”

You look at him.

Something in your eyes is glassy. Reflective.

“You ever hear Spit?”

He huffs. “They play that shit on loop. Can’t avoid it.”

You smile, faintly. “It was about him.”

“I figured.”

“But it was also about me.”

He turns his head.

You draw your knees up tighter.

“I hated the way people looked at me. Like I was some cursed godchild. Too much. Too dangerous. Even the teachers—half wanted to dissect me, half wanted to use me. And Izuku… he was supposed to be the golden one. But I took it. Accidentally. Before we even had a chance.”

“You didn’t take anything.”

You glance at him, startled.

He leans back, elbows on the concrete.

“You survived it. You held it. And you didn’t let it hollow you out.”

You watch him.

“People always talk about strength like it’s explosions or bones breaking. But you—” He pauses. “You put it in a song.”

You breathe out, slow.

“I didn’t want to be a hero,” you whisper. “I just wanted to be understood.”

Bakugo looks at you, steady.

“I think I get you now.”

Your hand is beside his. Close. Close enough.

He doesn’t touch you.

But he doesn’t move away.

The next day, Izuku knocks on your studio door.

You almost don’t open it.

But something in you is tired of the silence.

He doesn’t step inside. Just stands in the doorway like a ghost who isn’t sure he’s welcome.

“I listened to it,” he says.

You nod.

“I knew it was about me.”

You don’t say anything.

He rubs the back of his neck. “I was angry. Still am, I guess. Not at you. Just… at how unfair it all was.”

Your chest aches.

“I never meant to take anything.”

“I know.”

There’s a pause.

“Bakugo said something. About you choosing not to burn the world down.”

You huff softly. “He’s more poetic than people give him credit for.”

Izuku smiles. Just a little.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“For what?”

“For making you feel like you had to disappear to keep the peace.”

You blink.

“I’m trying to see you now,” he adds.

You look down at your hands.

“…Thank you.”

When he leaves, you sit there for a long time.

Then you reach for your notebook.

And start writing something new.

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mysicklove · 2 years ago

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𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘

DAY 31: MASTURBATION

With: Izuku Midoriya

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: subish! Izuku, fem/afab reader, izuku masturbates to your voicemail and pretends to fuck you, reader calls him baby, and he calls u hun, needy izuku

A/N: masturbation fics are so fun to write for no reason. anyways, my last kinktober fic. crazy. it doesnt feel this way cause i wrote it halfway through lol.

Izuku was left alone for too long. On the verge of three weeks to be exact.

He wasn't left completely alone, of course. He was just overseas, on an important mission. He was separated from you, but that to his love-sick brain, meant he was left alone. His sleep schedule is all messed up from the times he stayed up late at night to wish you goodmorning, or the times where he woke up super early to catch you before you ate dinner.

He missed you, an ungodly amount. When he comes home to his luxury hotel, and flops onto the bed, the only thing he can think about is you. What it would feel like to wraps his arms around you, and melt in your warmth. The way your fingers would run through his hair, and comfort him from all he did that day.

Of course he had those innocent, romantic thoughts most of the time, but somehow one way or another those fantasies began to change. The touches reach lower, your words begin to drip with honey, and your lips seem to be more passionate, desperate even. Until five out of the seven days, he daydreams about fucking you.

He lays against the bed frame, shirtless, and dick pulled out of his boxers. The trip back to the hotel was long, and he's been thinking about doing this for the past hour now. He prepared everything ahead of time, because if he was doing something as pathetic as this, at least do it right.

The lights were dimmed, and his eyelids are drooping, exhausted from the day. He slowly reaches toward the nightstand and grabs a couple of tissues, setting them down next to him. Then with a sigh, he puts his phone up to his ear, and brings his hand to his cock.

He gulps when he hears your voice, wishing desperately that you weren't asleep. Its got to be around 5 am by that time, and of course he wished he was patient enough to wait a couple hours for you to talk to him. But, he was desperate, and the voicemail you left him a couple hours earlier did the job.

“Hey baby,” Your voice broadcast, and immediately he seems to melt. His eyes fall shut and his hands begins to move up and down his half hard cock. He hums in reply, not caring if you cant hear him. “I miss you. Saw a kid walk by me with your merch on, made me smile,” You say, your voice slightly muffled from a task you must be doing.

He huffs a laugh, head falling to the side. “Yeah?” He breathes, thumb rubbing at the tip, and then falling back down to his shaft in a repetitive motion. You continue on about your day, mentioning nothing too important, just how you went grocery shopping and a nice walk after work. “You shouldnt be working. Can take care of you,” Izuku mumbles, eyes peering open just slightly to watch his movements.

His cock was on full display now, the tip a pretty shade of pink, and beginning to leak. You always called it pretty. A strange thing to say about a penis, but he soaked up the praise, taking pride in his cock now.

The thought made his mind wander. Would you praise him for what he was doing now? He wasnt supposed to touch himself without you, but its been three weeks, you have got to understand. Were you touching yourself thinking about him? The thought sends a thrilling shiver down his spine.

Your voice was now a background noise, just listening to the tone, the sound of it, but nothing of what you were saying. Maybe you were cooing at him. Telling him how good he is doing. Or maybe you were calling him a pervert for doing something so gross without you knowing. He lets out a shaky moan, mewling out and picking up the pace of his hand.

“I miss you,” He warbles into the phone, on top of your speech. What were you talking about now? A dog you saw? Nothing important. Why weren't you touching yourself to his voice? He would die for an audio of that. Or even an audio of where you give him directions of how to do touch himself correctly.

No Izuku, slow down. Don't hurt yourself, baby. Your voice clouds his mind, and he nods, peering back to his cock and slowing his hand down. Thats it. Tighten your hand, and focus on the tip. He obeys, moving his hand up to the head, and making small pumps there. “S-Sensitive there,” He groans to the empty hotelroom, shaking his head from side to side when his heartbeat begins to pick up.

“Went into Victoria's Secret today,” You hum, and his eyes widen, attention snapping back to your voicemail. He quickly turns up the volume and pressing the phone closer to his ear. “Bought something you’ll love. Red is your favorite, yeah?”

Lewd images flash through his head of dark red lingerie sets and he nods. “Fuck. Please,” He moans, wishing he was there to pick it out with you. His dick twitches, and a glob of precum leaks out. Green eyes flicker to it, and he uses his thumb to swirl it around the head, flinger glazing over the slit. “Wanna see,” Izuku pants, growing hot.

You seem to have heard his reply and it makes him whine. “You don't get to see till you get home. A nice reward for doing so good all this time you are away,” You purr, making a short kissing noise into the mic and laughing.

His eyebrows furrow at the possibilities and his mind drifts off from your voice again. Suddenly he is there with you, his rough hands trailing up and down your body. The dark lingerie looks perfect against your skin tone, and his mouth waters at the sight. Well, look how needy you are Deku. Do you want to fuck me that bad?

He nods his head frantically, hand unconsciously picking up the pace. “Please. Please, beggin’ you,” he chants under his breath, his back slightly arching off the frame. He dully notices that the voicemail has ended, but doesnt pay attention to it, too immersed in the movie playing in his head.

His mind cuts the scene forward, growing too impatient and desperate as his orgasm begins to approach. You are under him, sending scratch marks down his back while moaning out. His thrusts are frantic, and he tries to pretend that his hand is you. Its not the same, but it will do.

“Am I doing good?” He mumbles, dropping his phone onto the bed and resting the other hand on his thigh. You nod at him, kissing his cheek with redden cheeks, and lazy grin. A view he has seen so many times that he has a perfect mental image of it.

So good, Izuku. You wanna cum inside?

He moans, louder than he should, considering the thin walls, but he doesnt care at the moment. He never gets to cum inside – this was something he was waiting to hear. “Fuck. Pleaseeee,” He whimpers, eyebrows furrowing and hand frantically moving up and down. His cock is lubed up with pre, and its easier for his hand to move now.

He climbs closer and closer to his high and now hes hunched slightly over on himself. Suddenly, he hears his phone ringing, cutting him out of his perfect daydream. Just a couple of seconds, he just needs a couple seconds more of fucking you, and then he can take this call. He whines slightly, and peers over at it, not stopping his movements.

When he sees your name his eyes light up, and he grabs the phone and brings it to his ear immediately. His hands makes a lewd squelching noise, but he too fucked out to care if you hear.

A couple of seconds go by, and he breathes into the mic, waiting. And then he hears a groggy, “Hey baby,” and he cums on the spot. Groaning into the phone without a care as cum spills out on his hands and his whole body shakes.

Another second goes by, as you wait silently on your side, confused on what was happening, but too sleepy to put two and two together. Izuku's chest rises and falls with every breath, and he stares at his cum covered hand, trying not to let out a sound of complaint when he realized he forgot to cum into the tissue.

He blinks a couple times, exhausted but glowing. “Hey hun. Was just thinkin’ bout you,” He hums, grinning at his sticky hand and closing his eyes when he hears your girlish giggle.

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deeversuswords · 20 days ago

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‧˚₊ Smitten to the Stars — Ch.3

PAIRING — Midoriya Izuku/F!Reader RATING — Explicit CONTAINS — friends with benefits to lovers, angst, mutual pining, smut (safe+beach sex+quirk use during sex), characters are in their 30s, izuku smokes+has one for all+possessive+jealous, no use of y/n SUMMARY — If merely having you in his life means enduring heartache and concealing his true feelings, then so be it. At least, that's Izuku's grand plan until life forces him into the one thing he dreads the most—confessing.

➥ AO3 LINK // ➥ AO3 CHAPTER LINK // ➥ TUMBLR CHAPTER LIST

CHAPTER WARNINGS — smut (beach sex+quirk use during+light bondage ('cause blackwhip)+hint of overstimulation), mention of past harassment

WORD COUNT — 7.6k

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Izuku’s gaze remained fixed on his phone as he let out a heavy sigh, flipping it face down beside his pillow before rolling onto his back. It had been a week since that evening, a week of grappling with the ache in his chest. He barely ate, barely drank, barely slept. Headaches became his late-night companions, while showers became his latest obsession—the scalding water a temporary relief. Work took a backseat too as he told everyone he needed a break and took time off.

He was being ridiculous. After all, you hadn’t outright rejected him; you simply asked for time to think about it. Yet, he found himself unable to function. The uncertainty gnawed at him, draining his vitality, intruding on his thoughts, clawing at his heart.

The last text you had sent him was a simple "Got home." You never replied to his message that evening or the ones that followed, simple check-ins, asking if you were doing alright. And he couldn’t help but ask himself “Why?”

Was it too much, knowing that he loved you? Were you planning to reject him and didn’t know how? Was that why you avoided talking with him? To not give him false hope?

A groan escaped his throat and Izuku pulled the blanket over his head, obscuring the sight of his ceiling that served as backdrop for his replayed memories. The thoughts, however, stuck around, rewarding him with yet another dull headache. He let out a frustrated whine as he rolled onto his side and curled up, squeezing his eyes shut. Sleep, he would just do that. What better escape was there than drifting into dreamland—nightmare land, in his case.

Or so was the plan until the blanket was ripped away from him.

“Fuck’s with the look?” The gruff voice of his childhood friend bounced off the quiet walls of his bedroom. “Don’t tell me. You’re so far up in your damn head, you didn’t even hear me?”

“K-kacchan?! What are you doing here?”

“Get up. You sulked enough.”

“I’m not sulk—“ Izuku began to say, but seeing the frigid glare in those red eyes made him snap his mouth shut.

“You've got five minutes to get your sorry ass out of here,” Kacchan declared, already at the door and ready to leave the bedroom. “Before I drag you out, and trust me, it won't be pretty.”

Izuku winced when the door slammed shut, the sound doing a number on his headache. Sitting up, he twisted at the waist toward his phone, again. The setting sun glinted off the dark screen, almost as a mockery of his distress as he sank further into heartbreak. With a sigh, he unlocked the device and went through his notifications. There was nothing, absolutely nothing.

He cursed, tossed the phone on the mattress, and stood up, snatching the forgotten t-shirt at the foot of his bed and putting it on. As he left the room, the smell of food greeted him. His heart skipped with the familiarity of the aroma. Without another thought, he bolted for the kitchen, your name a ghost on his breath.

“Wipe that disappointment off your face if you hope to eat,” Kacchan snapped, repositioning the sizzling pan on the stove with one hand, and putting on the rice cooker with the other.

Izuku cleared his throat awkwardly, then slid his gaze to the surprisingly empty counter. He expected to see ingredients, but instead found only a single glass container already open, filled with something he immediately recognized.

“Katsudon? Are you really making me katsudon?” he asked.

Kacchan clicked his tongue, then pinched one of the breaded pork cutlets between the chopsticks he held and placed the meat in the sizzling oil. “Go shower or whatever, dumbass. You look like shit.”

“Huh? Why did you ask me to come here?"

"When the hell did I? I only told you to get your sorry ass out of bed."

“…Oh.” Izuku scratched the back of his neck, cheeks warming. “Yeah, ok. I’ll, uh, kick myself out…of my own kitchen.” His hands raised in a surrender gestured as he extracted himself from the room.

“It’s my damn kitchen now!” Kacchan called out after him. “Don’t come back unless I tell you to!”

Izuku couldn’t suppress the subtle tilt of his lips.

Returning to his bedroom, Izuku began to clean up the mess that had piled up. Clothes littered the carpeted floor, crumpled tissues were scattered everywhere he looked. His pillows were half out of their covers, while his sheets and blanket were wrinkled. A few empty water bottles were cozied up to each other underneath his curtains and at the foot of his bed. And was that the wrapping of a protein bar on top of his headboard?

A shudder went through his stiff body. What if it was you who visited and not Kacchan? You would’ve seen this…this mess! His cheeks heated up with embarrassment, and he felt his headache turn into vertigo.

Every now and then, his gaze flitted to the twilight sky, feeling another fragment of his heart wither away. Today was approaching its end, taking with it his wish for you into tomorrow, into a new day where the chance you would say something arose anew. Or so he kept telling himself. It was the only way he could hold onto the waning hope.

"Goddamn. She really has you wrapped around her finger, huh." Izuku startled at the voice and spun around to face it. Arms crossed, Kacchan leaned against the door frame, scrutinizing him. Not with judgment, but concern; he sighed. "Food’s done. Come eat."

Tears welled up in Izuku’s eyes as he followed Kacchan back to the kitchen; being on the receiving end of that care was a sure way to get him all emotional. One escaped when the mingling aromas and warmth enveloped him in their homey embrace. He quickly wiped it away and took a seat at the table, steam rising from the plate placed in front of him. Swallowing the knot that lodged itself in his throat, Izuku reached for the chopsticks and muttered a weak “Thank you”, grateful for the meal and the person behind it. Burning his tongue be damned; he dove in. But it wasn’t his tongue that ultimately burned. It was his very being.

He choked on the first bite. That taste—he would recognize it anywhere.

“K-kacchan?”

Kacchan chewed slowly, one corner of his mouth lifting. “She ain’t a terrible cook, huh?”

Izuku’s eyes widened and darted to his plate, vision blurring in an instant with another wave of hot tears. This was your cooking. Yours, not Kacchan’s. Was this a hint? An answer? Was it—

“Is she saying goodbye to me?” Izuku choked out. “Crap. What do I do? How do I—Where is she? Is she here too?”

By the time he finished his chain of incoherence, Izuku was standing, tears running down his cheeks and the chair tumbled over behind him.

“Sit down, Izuku.”

An order, not a request. And his despair spilled into anger.

“I don’t want to sit. I want answers!”

“If you think acting like a brat is gonna get you one, you’re dead wrong.” One single flash of green illuminated the kitchen, and Kacchan’s stare hardened. “Sit.”

Izuku gritted his teeth, gripping the edge of the table for a moment longer before reluctantly grabbing the chair and plopping down on it, crossing his arms.

“Now eat” came the second order, this one a touch softer. The way Izuku wanted to argue and defy was almost like an itch urging him to scratch it. It was pointless, though. This wasn’t an argument he could win. Between him and Kacchan, it was Kacchan whose stubbornness was so fierce it would make anyone think twice before openly challenging it without a solid plan.

So, Izuku did the only thing he could; wolfed down the food, licked the plate clean, and regretted not savoring every bite. He needed whatever answers his childhood friend had for him like he needed oxygen. Setting the plate aside after thanking once again for the food, Izuku leaned on his forearms, clasping his hands tightly, his leg already bouncing underneath the table.

Kacchan downed a glass of water, wiped his mouth, and reclined in his seat, shoving his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants. “Found her waiting in front of my apartment building yesterday evening, bawling her eyes out,” he began. “That little shit kept me up the entire night, going on and on about your sorry ass. Had to buy her an extra tissue box because, damn, I thought you were a crier…”

“What did s-she say?”

“A lot of things. You can ask her about it in—“ Kacchan twisted his wrist, the smartwatch on it lighting up with the time. “One hour.”

“One hour?”

“Takoba beach. And wear—fuck was it again—white jeans?”

Time came to a standstill as the words looped in Izuku’s head, his mind slowly processing them, bit by bit. One hour? Takoba beach? White jeans? Although he understood each syllable and its meaning, it felt so surreal that Izuku had to wonder if he was currently sleeping and dreaming. Unconsciously, he began to mutter the words and rose to his feet.

“Stop muttering and get going, dumbass!” Kacchan snapped.

Izuku remained frozen, blinking owlishly.

“Seriously?! I swear, I'm gonna kick both of your asses for turning me into an errand-running, cupid guy!”

Whatever it was about that statement wiped Izuku’s surprise in an instant. He sprang into action, the chair tumbling harder to the floor this time. Ready to dash out of the kitchen, he asked one last question. “Why didn’t you start with this and then give me food?”

“Because. Quit asking questions and go before I blast you halfway across the city.”

This was the end of something. Izuku could feel it yet rushed straight for it. His quirk hummed, the green lightning a reflection of the disarray in his heart. Uncertainty clashed with anticipation. There was brimming hope, and then there was the need to stay realistic.

"Still, Izuku couldn’t shake off the feeling your food left behind. A kind warmth, akin to the one that made its home in his chest over the years whenever he gazed at you, and you weren’t looking. Maybe this was his mind deluding itself to stay afloat, or maybe your simple act of caring for him held that much power that something lifted off his eyes. It wasn’t the first time he felt it. It was there all along, in the small gestures, in the whispered words, in the shared laughter, in the lingering looks.

“No way,” he breathed against the wind whipping at his cheeks, recalling the last conversation he had with you. If fear weighed him down, deep-rooted insecurities were your burden. You told him so, plain as day, that you weren’t worthy of him because you were quirkless, that he deserved better than you.

His quirk flared, and the cityscape dissolved into sand, water, and the vast horizon. As the beach came into view, his breath hitched. Had you chosen it on purpose? You knew he usually came here to sit with his thoughts, but not the real reason behind why he was so attached to it. Caught in his surprise, Izuku landed clumsily near the beach’s staircase, stumbling forward a few steps. His hand pressed against his chest once he regained his balance. Thump, thump, thump, like the reverberation of a gong that had just been struck, his heart beat.

He descended the stairs, skipping the last four steps once, then twice, his legs strong enough to handle the impact. His shoes sank into the sand, kicking the minuscule pebbles behind him as he jogged closer to the center of the beach, scanning the surroundings for you.

Seconds was all it took for him to find you and have his breath stolen away.

Not too far, beside a solitary palm tree with no other soul in sight, you sat on a blanket. Your gaze was fixed upon the starlit horizon as moonlight sneaked its way through the leaves to cast a soft glow on your features. Beautiful—you were so beautiful, and he was simply a lucky fool to witness you, let alone be yours if you wanted him to be.

Izuku moved before he realized he did.

Upon hearing his approach, you glanced at him. His name was the first thing to come out of your lips as you extended your hand to him. The affection he found in the sound almost made him melt, but that was child play compared to feeling your warmth against his skin when he grasped your fingers.

It severed the fragile balance in his legs, forcing him to kneel. Being so close to you once more split his heart open. A stream of broken apologies drifted into the salty air. Unstoppable tears began to make a mess out of his face and the dress you were wearing. Because as he fell apart, you lurched forward to bring him in the safety of your arms.

“You’re gonna make me cry a-again,” you said in his hair, voice cracking at the end.

Izuku clung harder to you. “I’m s-sorry. I’m so sorry. I just…”

“You did nothing wrong.” Your fingers tenderly threaded through his hair. “I hurt you and I’m sorry.”

“No. I should’ve told you sooner. I should’ve talked with you, not react the way I did.” He wiped at his eyes and lifted his head. “I was scared—so scared to lose you if I were to say a thing. It’s why I stayed silent and selfishly took everything you gave me. But then I saw you with that guy and…I lost it.”

A shaky exhale passed his lips, then your name. “I wanted to be that guy. I wanted to be the one sitting at that table with you. I know it was a business meeting, but next time it might not have been.”

“I was so close to asking you not to go on that blind date,” you admitted with a wobbly smile. “It made me angry, but then I realized I had no right to be. Why should I stop you from finding someone good for you? If you didn’t say a thing, I don’t think I would’ve…ever.”

His stomach churned with your words. The relationship between you both was complicated and blurry, but the clarity seeping into it didn’t simplify it as the reasons behind his actions and yours weren’t that simple either.

“What does that mean really?” he asked.

Your palm rested against his cheek. “You’re not the only one who caught feelings. I did too, except I was ready to let you go if you found someone.”

Izuku felt the world around him contract and expand, crumble and rebuild, dim and light up. “Since w-when?” he managed to ask, his voice trembling on the words.

“I don’t know, but that first night you stayed over and we ate half-burned popcorn because you distracted me and I forgot to stop the microwave, I realized I wanted to be closer,” you said, making his heart skip. That was two years ago, before the tension snapped and clothes littered the floor. “While you talked, I wondered how it would feel to be in your arms, to have you kiss me, what sort of things you’d reserve just for me. And then we…crossed the line.”

“Do you regret it?”

“No. I’d never regret falling in love with you.”

“Do you…want me?”

“There’s not a second where I don’t, Izu. I—”

He dove for your lips, not needing to hear the rest. Claiming your words, he spoke through the way his mouth moved against yours. Eager and hungry, Izuku deepened the kiss, parting your lips open and tasting you on his tongue. Love mingled with desire, overwhelming him. He no longer cared where he was, only that he needed you. Grabbing you by the waist, he switched positions.

His hand slid up your back. The smooth material of your dress sent his stomach fluttering with anticipation. He wanted to feel your skin beneath his fingertips and toyed with the idea, pinching the zipper between his fingers. As if you had read his mind, you briefly separated from him to say, “You can,” and kissed him slowly. Izuku needed no further encouragement. Without hesitation, he pulled it down until it stopped at the base of your spine, where his fingers began their feathery ascend.

You shuddered and drew closer, pressing your chest to his, grasping at his T-shirt. The softest moan passed your lips, one that put a satisfied smile on his face yet fueled his desire for more. Izuku leaned back, his breath heavier as it left his lungs, and glanced at you.

He said, “We should maybe stop,” though he didn't sound convinced in the slightest.

You regarded him for a long moment. “What happens if I say I don’t want to?”

His eyes widened in response. Thick saliva pooled on his tongue, and he attempted to swallow it, but his throat felt painfully parched. The idea of taking you there, in the open, under the stars where his past and present merged into a promising future, thrilled him.

“Uh, whatever you want to happen,” he replied as warmth flushed his cheeks.

“This is not only about me. It’s about you too. So, what is it that you want?”

Izuku hesitated. For a moment, he again was an insecure, timid boy with an impossible dream turned possible, soaking the sand with his blood, sweat and tears as the salty breeze carried his cries, be it of happiness or frustration. However, now it was different. Turning his dream into reality had nothing to do with saving the world, but everything to do with saving himself.

“Y-you. I know it’s risky and we’re out here where someone could catch us, but…I want you.”

Your lips pulled into a dazzling smile, one of the rare ones that he adored. “I’m yours” was your response, breathed against his mouth. Then you kissed him, with happiness and love and a sense of home. Izuku’s hands dropped to your thighs and tugged at the hem of your dress, whereas yours busied themselves with removing his T-shirt from the waistband of his white jeans. Sighs were exchanged at the feel of each other’s skin. Warmth, welcome, familiar. Every inch of you, he knew like he knew himself; Izuku traced it all, with his eyes, lips, tongue. And it never stopped feeling right.

“I see Katsuki delivered the message,” you said with an amused lilt to your voice.

“He did. Why the white jeans?”

“You wore them for that date of yours. Got jealous.” You unfastened the button on his pants and lowered the zipper, deliberately grazing your fingers against him. “You looked so good in them so—“ Your hand dipped past the waistband and grasped him, pulling a sigh from his lips. “I wanted to have you wear them for me.”

“Mm, I see.” Izuku licked his drying lips. “Then, how about later you wear the skirt you wore that day too—for me.” The look you gave him demanded further explanation and he didn’t shy away from providing it, with an impish grin. “You looked so good in it.”

However, the grin faded from his face when you tightened your grip and added more grit to your strokes as you let out an approving hum. Eyes closed, head against the tree trunk, his hips involuntarily bucked for more friction. Your touch alone was intoxicating, but then he heard your quiet laughter. The sound was airy and confident, leaving him feverish, leaving him wanting more of it—more of your sounds. So, his hands smoothed their way to your hips to lift you off his lap and tug at your underwear.

“Take them off before I’m tempted to rip them off you.” The demand hit the air, and Izuku could barely recognize himself in it. A hint of defiance crossed your eyes, one that he erased when his fingers grabbed a handful of the fabric and yanked you closer, pausing your movements on his hardening cock.

“Someone’s impatient,” you said, taunting his stretched thin patience by rubbing lightly underneath the head. A surprised sound escaped him, followed by a strained curse and your name spoken in a warning.

“Stop teasing me,” Izuku managed to groan between the shallow breaths and the jolts of pleasure. “Come on, love. Don’t you want me inside?”

You scoffed. “Look at you, knowing how to win your case.”

Standing up, you made a show of lifting the hem of your dress. He watched, feeling both focused and dazed, as your fingers glided over your thighs and hooked onto your underwear, pulling it down. His heart skipped and raced with the fierce arousal rushing through his blood. Embarrassment, patience, rationality—they all lost their meaning to the different ache settling in his bones. One that, now with both your feelings and his out in the open, could no longer be hidden.

You’d be the death of him one day, he was sure of it.

Izuku reached out, his hand open in a gesture that said, “Give them to me.”

You gave what he asked for and straddled his lap once more. Raising his hips, Izuku stuffed your underwear in his back pocket and you squealed in surprise, your hands flying to his shoulders for stability. Laughter left him at the cute expression on your face.

“Not funny! What if I flopped like a fish on my side?” you asked with a pout.

His laughter carried on for a few more moments. “You know that can’t happen, right?”

“And why not? Cause your reflexes are so flawless?”

“Exactly.” He slipped a hand underneath your dress, biting his tongue when he felt how wet you were for him. “If there’s something I take pride in, it’s my reflexes.”

“I thought it’d be—“ You gasped at his touch. “Your stubbornness of not giving up ever.”

“The one you called a PR stunt?”

“…Yeah.”

Dipping his head into your neck, Izuku placed kiss after kiss; one bolder than the other. “Still think it’s one?”

“I w-wish. If it were, I wouldn’t have to worry to death when you’re out there.”

“You don’t have to worry about me.” He trailed his kisses along your jaw and cheeks, ending them with a teasing bite at your lip. “I’ll be even more careful. I promise.”

You pressed your forehead to his, eyes closing as you reached for him. Despite your attempt to speak, all that escaped was a quiet curse at the dip of his fingers in your entrance. Izuku kissed you then, rather clumsily. The feel of you—so hot, wet, and greedily demanding—sent a jolt of desire coursing through him. His self-control faltered, and he had to snatch your hand away from his aching cock.

The moments that followed were all about how his hand intertwined with yours, a maddeningly stark contrast to his other hand, which stole whimpered "please don’t stop" and choked cries of his name. It all culminated in you having a vice grip on his wrist, using his fingers to chase your high. And he watched in awe; one time or a thousand times, Izuku knew he’d never tire of the sight.

In a sense, this was bravery—to let someone be part of such a raw, vulnerable moment, where rationale dwindled and instinct rose to rule. The effect it had on him, knowing he was the reason your heart raced, all wrapped up in pleasure as your body came alive with it. Pride wasn’t his second nature, but damn, if it wasn’t then. His head rushed with it, and he could taste it—powerfully potent.

He loved every second of it, despite its downsides. Despite the strain it put on his self-control as he forced his mind to drift away to places where he couldn’t hear your sweet moans, feel your tightness, inhale your heady scent lingering in the salty air. Despite how uncomfortably dry his throat was when he tried to swallow. Despite the sweat gathering on the back of his neck and between his shoulder blades to slide down his spine, wrecking him with a shudder similar to yours.

Your pleasure was his; to say otherwise would be a lie. When you came around his fingers, he had to prevent himself from coming too.

In the silence that settled after, fragmented with the sound of your ragged breaths and his restrained panting, Izuku met your gaze. What passed between you both felt almost otherworldly, an incomparable feeling of belonging, of “you truly are my person”, of happiness in its purest form. He smiled, but only briefly, because laughter bubbled in the next moment and broke free to join yours.

“I love you.” His words, loud, clear, and true, brought shimmering tears to your lashes, which he caught on the tip of his thumb before pressing his lips to yours. His kiss was slow and tender for a while, as he wanted nothing more than to pour his overwhelming love into it. Izuku took his time, savoring the softness of your lips and the way your breath caught whenever he bit a bit harder, apologizing by tracing the spot with his tongue.

However, that came to an end when you struggled to pull his pants off, cursing them for being so snug on his hips. Izuku had to clear his throat to cover up how much he enjoyed your failed attempt. He was so close to laughing when you fisted your hands into his T-shirt, looked him dead in the eye, and begged him, in a way he’d never heard from you before, to be inside you.

The atmosphere grew impossibly stifling as he quickly scanned the empty surroundings, confirming not a single soul walked the beach. In no time, his pants were down his legs, and Izuku reached for the condom foil. But you stopped him.

“We could, uh, do it without…if you want. I’m on birth control, but you…already know that,” you fumbled awkwardly with your words, visibly embarrassed.

“I’d love to, but I don’t think I—“ He nibbled on his lip for a moment, then admitted quietly as he glanced to the side, where your open backpack rested. “I won’t be able to pull out and I think you plan on staying here a bit longer.”

“Right. It would become messy…if you were to…”

“Yeah,” he breathed, his hands barely steady as they rolled the rubber on. “I’ll take you up on that when we get home, though,” Izuku promised with a peck to your lips.

“I’ll make sure you do.”

There was a pause, a brief silence punctuated only by the sound of shaky breathing.

“Are you curious about how I feel?” Izuku asked, his voice husky with desire as he positioned your hips above his and began to ease himself into you. Fuck. His mind momentarily disconnected at the hot, slippery sensation enveloping him. This was… everything.

“I just want to feel…all of you” came your response, accompanied by a subtle tightening that had him groaning with how wickedly good it was. Then you moved, grinding and rolling your hips, and it turned exquisitely addictive. Something in him snapped. He twisted the fabric of your dress between his fingers, ensuring it no longer obstructed his view, and took control of the pace.

Unlike yours, his was unrelenting, a reckless abandon his almost broken heart, that you mended, craved. He squeezed his eyes shut and let go. Succumbed to the erratic pounding of his heart, to the feel of his muscles working with the strain, to the ripples of pleasure making his cock twitch and throb.

More. More. More.

Izuku gasped with the sudden surge of his quirk, eyes snapping open to chaotic flashes of green and Black Whip ribboned around your thighs, waist, arms. He was about to slow down to try regaining some of his composure, but you kissed him deeply, matching his pace and keeping the momentum of the pace he set.

“I trust you,” you told him on a breath. “I’ll tell you if it’s…too tight.”

Words evaded him, replaced by a grunt that reverberated in his chest as Black Whip pulled taut on your skin. Izuku couldn’t stop himself from relishing in the intense tingles. You were at his mercy, all tangled up in his quirk. His possessive streak reached a new height, compelling him to hook his fingers into the loose front of your dress and pull you toward him.

“Keep riding me like that,” he rasped in your ear before mouthing at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Selfishly, Izuku made another one of his wishes come true, giving it form as he pulled your slightly salty skin between his lips and sucked harshly. You moaned his name into the night air, the syllables echoing to anyone who might hear. He was indifferent to it, too drunk on lust and the feel of you, and the fact that he finally, finally marked your skin.

Mine. Really mine.

“Yours.”

“Did I just say that out loud?” he asked.

“Mhm.”

Izuku grew restless and reckless with his needs as the meaning of that one, simple word sank in. So it came as no surprise when, in a heartbeat, he had you underneath him, caged between his arms, mouth claimed, fucking his sanity away alongside yours. His skin pulled taut, uncomfortably hot and sweaty. He refused to stop or separate an inch from you. His desire was so strong it got to his head, blurred his thoughts, dimmed his awareness.

You pulsated and squeezed, more and more frequently. Then clenched around him, incredibly tight, and came with a whimpered cry of his name, holding him painfully close.

His own release suddenly ripped through him, white-hot and paralyzing, but he didn’t stop. Izuku rode the wave and the aftermath with eyes shut and choked groans. He was desperate for one more—just one more—glide of his cock within your slick heat. It felt so perfect, so good, so fucking right—

“Izuku. Too much.” Your voice, slightly hoarse, broke him out of his trance.

He stopped and shifted his focus to you, breathing heavy and erratic. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine. My legs—they went numb.”

His body sagged with relief and Izuku pulled out carefully, his quirk going dormant once more. It took a few moments before his ears stopped ringing and he could draw his first proper breath. Leaning his weight on one arm, he cradled your cheek and kissed you sweetly. Your alert breathing fanned his skin in soft caresses, but it was your wildly beating heart syncing up with his that caused the rush of overwhelming emotions.

And he gave them a voice when he said, “Thank you.”

You blinked at him, clearly confused.

“I don’t know. Everything, I guess?” His head tilted sheepishly. “I really don’t know. I just felt like saying it.”

Your expression softened as you placed your palm against his cheek. He leaned into it, loving the warmth and the fuzziness it brought him. Adored the way you looked at him like he was…everything. For the longest time, Izuku never thought he’d look into someone’s eyes and see himself not as a part, but as their world.

You gave him that, and he’d be forever grateful. With you, Izuku knew he’d be safe, loved, and accepted. And he could cry because his life was a never-ending blessing that he could only hope to be worthy of.

Sometime later, after desires returned to a simmer, and breaths found their calm rhythm again, Izuku laid down on the blanket, resting most of his weight on his elbow against the fluffy fabric. You plopped down on your back, smiling up at him as you traced his freckles with your fingertips. The sensation was rather ticklish, making his nose scrunch up playfully, but he didn’t attempt to stop you. No, he savored every feathery touch and tingle on his spine.

Closing his eyes, Izuku listened to the pleasant quietness. A gentle breeze kissed his cheeks, bringing with it the smell of the ocean and wet sand. His lips twitched with a smile—he was right. Being with you felt exhilarating, but tranquil, too. You brought him peace, and you brought him freedom; both required for him to be content, to function. One couldn’t be without the other.

You called out his name hesitantly, and he hummed in response. “Are you…maybe not feeling satisfied?”

His eyes flew open and darted down to you. “What?”

“You’re not smoking.”

A small pout formed on your lips, and he kissed it, unable to stop himself. “And I won’t.”

“I’m not sure I get it.”

“Well I…promised myself I’ll quit on the spot if you become mine,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Your brows furrowed. If he told you that much, he should tell you the whole truth. “There’s something I wasn’t completely honest about. The ‘sex needs to be good’ was actually ‘it had to be with you.’ Kinda silly, huh?”

“More like confusing as heck. What?”

Izuku chuckled softly, his fingers tracing the angry-looking hickeys adorning your skin. “Let’s just say, the night we first got together, I accidentally discovered it was easier to cope with everything—my feelings for you mostly—if I smoked when I still felt the high,” he admitted. “But the good news is, after that night, I couldn’t bring myself to smoke outside of that. I tried and it wasn’t the same.”

“So that means…?”

“You won’t see me smoke ever again.”

“Oh. That’s…that’s great.”

"Why do you sound so disappointed? I thought you'd be happy, considering how much you lectured me about it."

“Because you look hot doing it—“ You rushed to say and slapped a hand over your mouth, flustered by your confession. A muffled groan passed your lips. “I mean, it’s not healthy I know, but…”

His cheeks suddenly felt hot. “You think I’m h-hot?”

“Think? I swear by it.” You paused for a moment, then asked curiously. “Does anyone else know about it?”

“No. Told no one and made sure I wasn’t caught.”

“Izuku! You sneaked around like a teenager?”

“What was I supposed to do?! I might have escaped my mom’s scolding, probably, and my friends too, except for…Kacchan.” He made a face at the thought of Kacchan ever finding out. “If he would’ve found out, or worse, caught me, I would’ve been blasted to Mars.”

“Try further,” you whispered and snorted a laugh.

“Bye-bye, Milky Way?”

“Bye-bye, Milky Way.”

Izuku groaned dramatically, lowering his head into the crook of your neck, the hand on your waist sliding to your back to pull you into his arms. “Promise you’re coming with me if I’m being sent into outer space?”

“I’m not leaving Earth,” you tried to refuse, but he nipped at your skin. “Okay, fine, I promise! You and me and one interstellar journey. What could go wrong…I mean, sounds good, right?”

“Nothing would go wrong,” Izuku replied, his tone light but with an obvious hint of uncertainty. As you snickered at the improbability of that statement, he relented to the truth with his own laughter. “Everything would probably go wrong, but we’d figure it out.”

“Not if we get sucked into a black hole.”

He lifted his head. “Where’s your optimism, love?”

With a hand shading your eyes, you tilted your head and squinted at the ocean. Your silliness put such a big smile on his face, wrapping fuzzy happiness all around him like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. Oh, winter! Now he really looked forward to it. Perhaps he could convince you to spend the entirety of Christmas at his apartment. He had a great view of the city, particularly during the holiday season when the Christmas market was open. From the closed-off terrace of his home, you could see it in the distance, with all the twinkling lights, and if you listened carefully, you could pick up on the soft music too.

If he closed his eyes, Izuku could see you sitting in his lounge chair. A blanket draped over your shoulders, and a steaming mug of hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows nestled between your hands. You'd wear one of his oversized sweaters and fluffy socks, gazing with a soft smile at the flurry of snowflakes coming down from the gray skies above. And he would melt at the sight of you. His arms would envelop your form, and he'd inhale the scent of your shampoo that'd likely be his because you had forgotten to bring yours.

“Can we stay and watch the sunrise?” you asked, ending his daydreaming.

Moonlight glinted off your expressive eyes, and he found himself unable to say no—not like he had any intention to refuse to begin with.

“Mm. We can. Of course we can.”

Hours later, the sun peeked from below the horizon, streaking the vast sky with bright gold and diffuse blue. It found both of you still sitting on the blanket, facing each other. Beside you, half buried in the sand, lay an empty wine bottle and two glasses, both devoid of the crimson liquid, but marked with the imprint of lips.

Meanwhile, in the space in between you and him, you placed down a small fishbowl, filled with red petals. Izuku observed the glassy container. Some were dry, some seemed fresh. He smelled the air. It was familiar. Roses?

“These are from all the roses you bought me,” you told him, fondness and a flicker of sadness present in your sunrise-lit gaze. “I played a silly game with them.”

“A game?”

You reached inside the bowl and carefully scooped some of the petals. Taking one between your fingers, you said, “He loves me,” and let go of the petal. You pinched another, following it up with “He loves me not,” and kept going until only one was left.

“He loves me,” you whispered, and Izuku noticed the tears gathering on your waterline. “I don’t know how, but each time it came out as you…loving me. Felt like a cruel joke at the time.”

Reaching for your cheek, he caught a stray tear, heart twisting, and asked. “What are you not telling me?” Izuku saw the conflict in your eyes, and it pained him when you glanced away, silently shedding tears. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“It will upset you,” you muttered.

“Not knowing what hurts you like this upsets me more. So, please, tell me.”

Clearing your throat, you took his hands in yours, brushing your thumbs against his scars. Hesitantly, you began to tell him about the absolute hell you went through four years ago, during the time he was caught up in the unfounded scandal with you.

You had been dragged through the mud online when some of your personal information was leaked. Among it was the fact that you were quirkless. Being quirkless, alongside him being in a relationship, led to some people slapping a target on your back.

Because who the hell were you to dare try to catch the eye of someone as incredible as Deku and ruin his happy relationship?

After his breakup, however, things got increasingly worse. Four times you were stalked, and a few more, you received death threats. It forced you to move into a different apartment as, somehow, your home address was leaked too despite his manager’s efforts. That resulted in you insisting to his manager not to tell Izuku and keep it all a secret. You feared his active involvement in the matter would act as fuel and make everything worse.

Although Izuku stated explicitly that nothing was going on between you, and that you were two strangers, if he were to protect you, he would’ve lost credibility.

So you lived under that stress, with terror looming over your head, until it had died down eventually. However, while you could breathe again, their words were already buried in your heart; you were safe from strangers, but not from yourself. Hence when the collaboration between you had drifted into something else that promised a friendship, you were reluctant. It was Izuku’s persistence that made you give in; he was hard to resist.

Even so, throughout the years, so many times you had felt inadequate in his presence, and when you had realized you were falling for him, it worsened.

Izuku didn’t realize his hands were shaking with anger until you clamped your mouth shut and hid your face behind your hands. His instinct took over as he set aside the fishbowl and gathered you in his arms. You trembled and he could feel the pauses in your breathing and the quiet, strained noises in your throat. Resting his chin on top of your head, he sighed shakily and tightened his embrace. His thoughts were all over the place, chaotic and too many, way too many for his liking.

“There’s something else you need to know,” you spoke again in a meek voice. “I’m about to hurt you and I’m so sorry, but you deserve to know where my head was at sometimes and…where it might be until I come to terms with us being real.”

He smoothed a hand over your hair and placed a kiss on top of it, swallowing painfully, hoping his voice remained steady when he said, “It’s okay. I’ll be okay so don’t be afraid to be honest with me.”

Your shoulders rose with the deep breath you took and lowered with the slow exhale. “Sometimes, when I hooked up with you, I thought that was where my w-worth was. If I could…make you feel good, then there was a point, right? It was the least someone like me could do for someone as incredible as you.”

Izuku’s eyes grew wide. Your words, they punched the air out of him. He claimed to love you yet he never noticed that? Of course not. How could he when he was too busy wallowing in self pity and whining about not having you? Such a selfish, blind idiot he was. He took you again and again. Relished in everything you gave him…No, that wasn’t right.

That wasn’t right at all.

“You never told me no,” he muttered, horrified. Izuku fumbled to lean back and tilt your chin up. “Did you agree to everything I suggested because you felt if you didn’t, then…”

“What? No. Absolutely not. I agreed to everything because I wanted to.” You sat up and grasped his cheeks. “Izuku, listen to me. I would’ve said no if you did something I didn’t like or agree with. Okay?”

He searched your face and almost doubted the instinct that told him you weren’t lying when confronted with the fierce conviction he found there. “I need you to promise me you’ll tell me right away when and if that happens.”

“Promise, but you need to promise me you won’t beat yourself over not noticing it.”

“…I’ll try.” You didn’t look too pleased with his response. “That’s all I can do for now.”

Your hands fell to his shoulders then moved to the back of his neck where you absently twirled strands of his hair. His scalp tingled with the sensation before a pleasant shiver rushed down his spine, covering his skin in goosebumps. Izuku leaned in your touch, huffing a breath, his churning anger not settling just yet.

“You’re angry,” you said.

Leave it to you to notice. Or maybe he was just that terrible at hiding it.

“I am, but not at you. While I do think you should’ve told me about being harassed and threatened, I understand why you didn’t. Though, next time, don’t hide it.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.” He gave you a quick kiss. “You're safe with me, always. But, I need to know about these things. And it has nothing to do with you being weak or anything like that. It's just that—”

“Being with a pro hero isn’t always easy,” you finished his sentence.

His eyes fell on the horizon, squinting a fraction at the sunlight glittering on the ocean’s surface. “No. It isn’t,” Izuku agreed, his awareness coming from a place of personal experience. “I won’t lie to you, love. It comes with some risks for you, but I wouldn’t have pursued us if I knew I couldn’t protect you.”

“I know, and I think that makes all of this a little bit scary,” you said, prompting a questioning hum from him. “Think about it. My whole life I had to look out for myself. And now, suddenly, I have you, Izu.”

“You’ve always had me looking out for you.”

“I know, but it’s different. Now you won’t hold back at all.”

Placing an innocent kiss on your cheek, Izuku grinned with his whole heart. “You have no idea how happy it makes me that you’re aware of that.”

“Are you seriously proud of being overprotective?”

“Yep.”

Your shoulders shook with laughter that eventually melted into a candid smile. One that he adored so much. One that looked even more beautiful in the waking hours of a new day. He was under its spell and weak against the unwavering certainty taking root in his heart.

Yesterday you weren't his, but today you were, and tomorrow—

Tomorrow you would be too.

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