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Happy Birthday, Kane

Context: Bakugou's son, Kane never really knew what home felt like in a long time, but he finds it it in a place right in front of him.

Warning: Hints of emotional neglect, absent parenting, abusive parents, bad parent Bakugou Katsuki, violence, mentions of drinking, mentions of past divorce. Happy ending. Angst and fluff.

Kane- pronounced: Kah-Neigh. not like Cane.

Bakugou Kane poured out the water in his pot filled with macaroni. He was careful not to burn himself. He set down the strained out macaroni and put it down on the stand.

He brushed his forehead with the back of his arm, the feeling of his woolen sweater brushed against his forehead. The sound of thunder outside was ignored as he moved to stir the pot of sauce that he had on the stove.

If there was one thing Kane was used to, ever since the divorce of his two fathers, it was cooking for two but eating alone. He assumed his father ate the leftovers considering he always found the glass containers from the fridge in the sink. Well... whenever he was home that is.

He was grateful that half the year he was in the UA dorms so interacting with his father was a rarity, exactly as it would be were he home.

Whenever he did see his father, it wasn't a pleasant experience, 8 times out of 10. Usually he never really saw his father considering he was a workaholic, or if he did see him, he was either busy on the phone, training him till his body felt like it was going to break or he was escorting some model out of their apartment.

Bakugou Katsuki had a thing for models and beefy himbos, Kane noticed.

A few years ago, Kane would have hated it, but now he just... stopped caring. It was easier that way. Some of them were pretty nice, most weren't, especially when they realised that he was still a minor.

It had just been Kane and his father for the past five years. During the divorce, Eijiro had fought hard to keep both Kane and Satomi however, considering that he had no biological relationship to him, Katsuki used that to win the custody battle. It was a messy affair and one that Kane hated every second of, especially the first two years when Katsuki had virtually forbade Kane from ever seeing Satomi or his dad.

Kane missed his sister and his dad, despite always knowing they were never related to one another (as his father liked to emphasis to him). They were two beacons of light in his life that were snuffed away. He first found it unfair that Satomi got to have the perfect family, with a new step mom and her dad who adored her and a new baby sister too. She wasn't ever forgotten or ignored. She was allowed to pursue her interest of not wanting to be a hero too.

Her blond brother on the other hand, wasn't afforded such a luxury. His father always told him, as a Bakugou, he had to show nothing less than excellence, so not wanting to become a hero was an instant no go. Considering they had the same quirk, it wasn't hard for his father to teach him but when his father found out that the quirk theory was true, and that Kane's strength was stronger and held an aspect of being able to detonate an explosion from his sweat by will from a distance away, it was almost like he struck a gold mine.

His father would train him till he got spotted dots in his vision and he could barely move an inch. Training was hell on earth, especially training against a veteran ProHero that had years of experience. Worst part was his father knew every weakness he had and used it.

"Get up." His father's voice echoed as Kane lay on the ground coughing. His forearms spasmed in pain of overuse of his sweat glands and he couldn't push himself up even if he tried. His father scowled at him. "Get up, Kane." Kane coughed as he looked up, his throat parched and his body weighing him down. He planted his hand onto the ground underneath him, trying to muster up the strength to push himself up, however a stab of pain went through him from his arms and he wound back on the floor with a hiss. "I-I can't." He let out weakly. "When I was your age, I could push myself to training four hours a day with nothing but myself to practise with. You're stronger than me. You can get up." He spoke with a critical eye.

However, he remembered the day that he got second place in the sports competition, Toshinori having gotten first due to the fact that he had mustered out blackwhip. The two of them were best friends and thus did sparring together at school or whenever Kane managed to sneak a visit, however he didn't tell Kane about that trick and that's how he managed a silver medal in second place. He was proud of it.

Bakugou Katsuki was not.

Kane always felt more like a soldier or an experiment than a son. Considering he barely got anything other than that little trick from his egg doner, he was virtually identical to his father. His grandparents, Bakugou Mitsuki and Masaru, always commented how he looked like a cut out picture of his dad when he was younger.

Other than the fact that Kane was noticeably more calmer. Now Kane had his moments where he would shout or get pissed off like a short fuse, but relatively, he was pretty... monotonous in expression. He was as sharp as a needle and his words could sting, but his expression masked everything else.

Kane heard the front door open and soft giggles filled the air, as well as his father's low whiskey voice. Looks like he was home with whatever fling he had today. Kane looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was already ten. He was home early. Kane switched off the stove and moved to grab a container, knowing his father wouldn't eat anywhere in the next two hours.

Bakugou Katsuki walked into view by the entrance of the kitchen with a short woman with long black hair and dark brown eyes. She was in a tight pencil skirt but the first few buttons of her shirt were open showing her cleavage and a bright neon orange bra. Her eyes widened at the sight of Kane. She smiled. "Hello Kane!" She waved her hand over to him. At the mention of his son, Katsuki glanced to the right.

Kane didn't smile but he nodded his head. "Hey Miss Nishimura." That was him being nice. He didn't bother keeping track of his father's conquests unless they were favourites, and she was one of them. A reoccurring favourite the last two months.

"Hey kid. You alive?" Katsuki asked more as a formality, Kane wasn't sure if he actually cared, considering he was already heading past the kitchen towards his bedroom, which Kane learnt to avoid from the age of twelve after the divorce.

Kane grabbed a cloth but turned towards where his father was. "Pops, can I talk to you quickly?"

Katsuki paused, his arm still around Miss Nishimura. He let out an annoyed breath but raised an eyebrow. "Can it wait?"

"Unfortunately, no. I kinda want to go to bed after dinner." He reasoned.

Katsuki turned to Miss Nishimura, a side kick at his agency. He reached down his mouth at her ear as he whispered something to her. She let out a giggle but nodded her head. He kissed her jaw and allowed her to leave, her heels clacked against the floor.

Katsuki faced the entrance of the kitchen and entered. His button up shirt sleeves was pushed up to his elbows. Due to his nitroglycerin sweat, he looked younger than he was, but still had the frown wrinkles that were starting to appear just lightly on his face. "What is it? You want money or somethin'?" He asked, his speech giving way to a slight drawl that Kane recognised as him having drunk recently. He wasn't surprised though.

Ever since the divorce there were two things that Bakugou Katsuki had picked up. Alcohol and one-night stands. He recycled women and men like they were plastic bottles but the drinking was a new one. Kane was just lucky that the drinking didn't come with beatings. It just came with the insistent ramblings about you, Mrs Midoriya.

Kane found his father's obsession with you very confusing in the beginning, but when his father gave one of his drunken rambles about how he lost you, the pieces clicked and it made sense.

Kane shook his head at his father's question. "No, I don't." He put the cloth that he had in his hands down on the countertop. "Tomorrow's my birthday."

"Your birthday?" Katsuki let out with furrowed eyebrows. He scratched the back of his head. "How old are you again? Sixteen?"

"Seventeen." Kane corrected, not allowing himself to be hurt in the slightest way possible. His face was blank of all emotion, a monotonous look on his face as he looked to his father. "I'm going to the Midoriyas tomorrow. Toshinori said he planned something with Satomi and Dad wants me to come for dinner so I'll only be back the day aft-"

"Wait, wait, wait." Katsuki stopped him as he furrowed his eyebrows together. "Why the hell would you go to the Midoriyas tomorrow?"

Kane wasn't sure whether this was a trick question or not. "They invited me to celebrate my birthday there."

"But you're here."

The younger blond raised an eyebrow. "Were you going to be here tomorrow?"

Katsuki opened his mouth but he hesitated. Kane got his answer. Katsuki sighed as he dragged his hand through his hair. "I would have come home early." Kane didn't buy it but he didn't even try to roll his eyes, he didn't want to get punished for showing any sign of disrespect. "But you've got no reason to go to their house, nor to go to Eijiro's."

"But they are my friends." Kane reasoned. "And dad-"

"That man is not your father!" Katsuki shouted, slamming his fist on the table, making Kane close his mouth. Eijiro was always a sensitive topic in their house, and Katsuki hated talking about him. Kane guessed it was due to the fact that Eijiro was the one that asked for a divorce. Smoke floated up from his clenched fist. Katsuki took a deep breath trying to calm himself down. "Kane, decide. If you want to go out, we can go out. You want to go to an amusement park or something? You used to like that one waterpark outside of town."

"That was when I was seven." Kane sighed as he put a hand to his forehead. "Pops, I don't want to go anywhere. I don't want anything at all either, I just want to be with my friend, Satomi and Da- Eijiro." He explained. "I don't want anything else."

Katsuki frowned. "What? Am I not enough for you?" He asked motioning to himself.

Kane bit his tongue of an insult. "That's not what I'm saying."

"Then what are you fucking saying?" He asked. "Is this what you want or what Eijiro and Deku want?" Kane's face fell. Katsuki let out a tsk as he shook his head. "First Deku takes Y/N, then Eijiro leaves and now Deku wants to take my fucking kid-"

"What? No. That's not what-" He stopped himself from shouting as he took a deep breath. He paused for a moment and then looked at his father. "Aunty Y/N and Uncle Izuku want me to-"

Katsuki interrupted him. "Fucking Deku." He scoffed. "Of course this was his idea. Should have...." He let out a deep sigh. "Should have never gotten with Eijiro."

Kane paused. A flicker of anger coming at him as he frowned. "I wouldn't exist."

"Huh?" His father asked, not catching on.

"If..." He decided to just say it. "If you had never been with dad, I would have never existed... would I?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows.

Katsuki took that in for a moment but sighed. He rubbed his eyes. "Kane, that does matter. You aren't going anywhere tomorrow and that's final."

Finally, Kane's patience snapped. "That's not fair!" He shouted.

"Kane, don't you dare fucking shout at me!" His father glared with a harsh look on his face, making Kane flinch. He tried steeling his nerves, reminding himself that he was older now. "I'm your father and you're going to listen to me."

"This is one day, one fucking day in this whole year that I can have for myself! Why can't you just let me have this!" He shouted as he pointed a finger at himself, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at his father.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Oh don't be so fucking selfish, Kane! I've done everything for you, giving you anything you could ever want!"

"But you were never here! You never listen to me! You never spend time with me!" He shouted, feeling tears burn at his eyes that he never wanted there in the first place. He hated that every time he got angry like this he always felt like crying. "For once can't you just think about what I want!"

"I'm the Number Two fucking hero of Japan, Kane, I don't have time to be here holding your stupid fucking hand every time you feel like it." Katsuki snidely remarked.

Kane groaned. "I wish I could stay with dad and not you!" He shouted back at his father. "At least then I would be happier and-"

He didn't even get to finish his statement as his face flew to the side. He stumbled, quickly putting a hand to his cheek. His eyes were wide in shock at the slap he had just received. It was suffocatingly silent as he turned back to look at his father.

Kane suddenly was pulled up by his sweater, forced to face his father that looked down at him furiously. "You think I wanted to be stuck with an ungrateful brat like you? Fine. Have fun at Eijiro's and Deku's place but don't you ever think about taking a step back into this house while you're at it."

Kane had to blast a small spark out of his hands as his father finally let go of him and he stumbled back. Kane let out heavy breaths as he braced himself against the counter. He sniffed as he stood back up straight. He sniffed as he wiped his nose. He stared at his father, a splitting image of him but only older.

"Fine." Kane moved around the island table, moving to head to his room to go grab his things.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Katsuki shouted after him.

"I'm grabbing my shit!" Kane shouted back.

"Like hell do you think you're doing that!" Katsuki grabbed him by the back of his sweater and out of instinct, Kane sent a punch Katsuki's way.

Katsuki ducked, years of experience over his son. In return he punched Kane in the same cheek as early sending the boy stumbling back against the wall. Kane let out a blast with his hands to stop himself from colliding with the full impact as he braced his hands on the wall.

Kane coughed before glaring back at the older blond. Katsuki chuckled with a grin on his face. "Can't even punch your old man?" He laughed. "Pathetic." He grasped Kane by the back of his sweater and started dragging him towards the front door. "I bought all that shit! You want to leave, fine! Go and pray to God that the Midoriyas give a shit about you enough to give you the same as their other kids. You think your precious dad loves you Kane? He's got a new wife and new kids to take care of. You aren't even his own blood but go and see what being ungrateful gets you."

"Pops! POPS LET GO OF ME!" Kane shouted but he was finally thrusted out of the apartment into the hallway and onto the tile flooring.

Katsuki slammed the door, leaving Kane outside.

Kane took a moment as he swallowed down hard. He didn't go to the door and beg, he didn't plead, he didn't even try crying for his father to take him back. He knew that Bakugou Katsuki would let him suffer to teach him a lesson.

So Kane pushed himself to his feet.

He turned and headed to the elevator.

He didn't think about the encounter that just happened. He opened his banking app and checked what he had. He had enough in there to get him a bus ride but did busses still work at this time? The sound of thunder rang through the air making Kane suck in a breath. An Uber?

No. That could be reversed by his dad before he got the actual Uber.

Kane entered the elevator. He leaned back against the back wall and looked up at the ceiling.

"Fuck." He sighed.

"Mom!" You heard three knocks. "Mom!" Another three knocks. "Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! I'm coming in! Mom! If dad's on top of you, tell him he's got five seconds to leave you or I'm tackling him off of you!" Three knocks. "MOM!"

Your husband groaned in his sleep as he held you in his arms. You opened your eyes tiredly, your room being dark. Suddenly the light from the hallway came into your room as your eldest son stepped inside your bedroom.

You squinted as you tried to make sure that was Toshinori but half the time you weren't even sure. You let out a yawn at being woken up. You nudged your husband. "Your son is awake."

He let out a grumble as he let go of you and turned to bury his face in a pillow. "He's not my son at this ungodly time of night."

"Mom." Toshinori walked over to your side of the bed, shirtless and in checkered pyjama pants.

You carefully pushed yourself up in bed. You rubbed your face with a scowl. "Toshinori, I swear, if you tell me that you're constipated-"

"What? No. My tummy is fine." He said sounding defensive. "Can Kane come over?"

"Huh?" You asked, your brain working slower than you wanted it to. "Toshinori, it's almost midnight. Why on earth would Kane be coming here?" You asked him.

Toshinori shrugged with a confused look. He fought back a yawn. "I don't know mom, but he said he'll be here in like ten minutes."

You let out a sigh as you moved to pull your blankets off of you and slip on your slippers. "Who's dropping him?" You asked as you moved to your closet.

Toshinori shrugged again. "I don't know."

You didn't switch on the lights as you grabbed your silk dark emerald dressing gown and tied the belt around your waist. You walked back outside, seeing your son still standing there like a clueless piece of broccoli. "Did he call you or text you?"

"Text."

You opened your mouth to speak but then your husband's phone started vibrating, lighting up at his bed side table. He let out a low groan, having come back home not even two hours ago from a long shift and just wanting to sleep.

He grabbed the phone answered the call and slapped it to his ear all while keeping his eyes closed. "Deku speaking." It was silent for a moment before he let out a hum. "Let him through please." He answered. It took another moment. "What do you mean should you drive him to our house?... He's by himself?... Hm, please do. Thanks Matsuo-san." Your husband ended the call and let out a loud yawn as he pushed himself up and out of bed. "Kane is at the estate security." He stated.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you entered the closet again, grabbing your husband's sweatpants. "Is he by himself? Katsuki didn't drop him?"

Your husband shook his head. "No, he didn't." He accepted the sweatpants from you. He clumsily put on his sweatpants.

Toshinori looked just as confused as you did. "That doesn't make sense. Kane can't drive, nor does he have a car." He reminded the both of you. "How did he get here?"

Izuku let out a low grumble as he put on his slippers. Clearly your large husband was in a bad mood due to his lack of sleep. He walked over to the wall, going to the security panel in your room. He put in the pin. "As long as once he gets here, I get to sleep."

You moved outside of your room, moving to the grab out the futon. However, Toshinori, now being taller than you, grabbed it from the top shelf for you. You gave him a glare, making him give you a grin. You shook your head as you grabbed a comforter and pillow and shuffled into his room. "Are you guys gonna need the futon?" You asked even though you already grabbed it. You threw it onto Toshinori's bed for the time being.

Izuku rubbed his eyes with his fingers. "Can't they just sleep on the same bed?"

Toshinori scrunched up his face. "What? No. That's weird. Kane always wants to sleep on the futon anyways."

"You're sleeping on the futon, Toshi." You told him as you unrolled the mat first next to the bed before grabbing the futon from him.

"What!? Why me?" He defended as he motioned to himself. "This is my room."

Izuku scratched the side of his head. "I'm still confused as to why they can't just share the same bed." He said, being too lazy to think with his head properly.

"Because that's gay." Surprising you was Hero who appeared behind Izuku.

You turned to your third son. Izuku raised an eyebrow wondering where he had come from and how he didn't sense him. "Hero, why on earth are you awake?"

"I heard commotion and I wanted to see what it was about." He told you all honestly with a shrug. "And Toshinori," Your ten year old son looked to his eldest brother. "If you sleep in the same bed as Kane, I'm telling Satomi that you're gay."

"I'm not gay!" Your son defended.

"Excuse me?!" You turned to Hero shocked. He shrugged, not seeing the big deal about it. You turned to your husband to see what he thought about what Hero just said.

Izuku tilted his head confused. "Where did you get this from?" He asked the younger boy.

Hero shrugged. "Everyone knows dad." He turned back to Toshinori. "It's okay if you are, at least that way I get to comfort Satomi when she's crying over you. I get to hug her and get my face squished into-"

"Midoriya Hero!" You shouted before he said something inappropriate.

"I will 100% full cowling your ass if you say that again." Toshinori glared. "And if it isn't me, it'll be Kane."

Hero put his hands up in defense. "I'm just saying, your girlfriend is thicker than a snickerdoodle."

Your face fell at the comparison, but Toshinori couldn't even be mad as he let out a snort. You sent him a glare which quickly took the smile off his face. "You, finish making the futon!" You motioned down to the already half made bed. "And you!" You pointed to Hero. "Stop calling people gay and get your butt to bed."

"But mom! If I hear something gay, I'll say gay."

Toshinori shook his head. "I really regret introducing the Boondocks to you." He muttered.

"I'm extremely confused right now." Izuku stated with a scratch to the side of his head.

Downstairs the doorbell rang. You sighed as you massaged your temples. Times like these made you wonder why you had five sons. "I'll get it." You said as you left the room, motioning for Hero to get back to bed.

Izuku followed you, the both of you heading downstairs into the dark lower level of your house. You sighed as you shuffled to the entrance hallway. You opened the door.

Standing at your door step, out of the rain, was Kane. He was drenched from head to toe from the rain, his blond hair falling on his forehead. His cheek was inflamed with the beginning of a bruise as he looked up at you with a weak smile. "Good Evening Aunty Y/N and Uncle Izuku. Sorry to bother you." He let out lowly.

Your eyes widened at the state he was in. "Izuku-"

"On it." Immediately your husband went into rescue mode as he went speeding off somewhere in the house.

"Kane, what happened to you?" You asked worriedly as you ushered him inside. "Come, lets get you out of those wet clothes. Jesus, you're soaked head to toe." You let out worriedly as you quickly closed the door behind him before running to grab a blanket from the couch.

You quickly ushered him towards the downstairs bathroom to change just as Izuku came down the stairs with a set of Toshinori's clothes.

Toshinori followed after him. "I'm confused why-" Toshinori paused as he saw his best friend in such a state. "Dude, what the hell happened to you?"

Kane didn't say anything but Izuku handed him the clothes which he nodded his head, thankful for. You looked up at Toshinori, "Go and increase the temperature in your room for a few minutes so that its warm when he gets there." You instructed your eldest. You ushered Kane into the bathroom, leaving him be.

You looked to your husband who looked at you just as concerned. You quickly moved to the kitchen, putting on the kettle as well as grabbing some soup you had leftover and warming it.

Toshinori was back in a flash of light, walking into the kitchen. Your husband put a thick blanket that he also came down with in the kitchen next to a stool for the island table. He looked to Toshinori, folding his arms over his chest. "Toshinori, did he say anything to you?"

His eldest son shook his head. "No, he didn't say a word. Last I spoke to him was three hours ago when he said he'd be over by ten tomorrow." He reported honestly.

Izuku looked at you with a worried expression. "Did Eijiro tell you anything?"

You shook your head. "Not at all. Can you shoot him a text and ask him if he's awake? If so, tell him to stay awake for the next thirty minutes. We need to talk to him." You notified Izuku.

Your husband nodded his head as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Toshinori moved to help you set out dinner and a warm cup of tea for Kane.

Said blond teenage boy walked out of the bathroom in sweatpants and a hoodie. He never really liked the cold so he was glad that despite it not being that cold in temperature (but he was freezing) you got him a hoodie.

You immediately went over to him, motioning for him to sit down at the table. You set down the steaming cup of thick soup as Toshinori was pouring hot water into a mug. Izuku took the blanket and moved towards Kane. Instinctively, Kane flinched as he turned to look at Izuku with wide eyes.

Your husband stopped in his tracks at the automatic response of Izuku trying to walk behind him. Your eyes widened, however your husband stayed calm. "I'm just giving you the blanket, Kane." He told the blond boy, his tone gentle.

Kane eased. "Sorry." He muttered as he turned to look down at the vegetable soup with beef. Izuku managed to put the blanket over Kane's shoulders, keeping him extra warm. His stomach was growling. He hadn't managed to eat anything between making dinner and getting thrown out of the apartment.

"Kane." He turned to look up at you. Your concerned expression baring into his soul. "What happened?" You asked him softly.

The blond teenager didn't answer immediately as he looked down at the soup. "I'm sorry for causing trouble, Aunty Y/N and Uncle Izuku." He apologised.

Izuku shook his head. "You're not causing us any trouble, Kane." He told him honestly.

Toshinori hummed with a nod of his head. "Kane." Toshinori walked over to stand next to Kane, putting a hand to his shoulder. He looked at his friend with genuine concern. "What happened? Why are you here? Why were you wet? What happened to your cheek?"

Kane looked between you, your son and Izuku. His face was emotionless as he stared back at the soup. "Pops kicked me out." He let out quietly.

Your eyes widened in shock as you brought a hand to cover your mouth. You looked up at your husband who blinked twice before looking down at you.

Kane let out a soft scoff. "I... I told him that I was going to spend my birthday here with you guys and dad and Satomi." He began to tell what happened. "Then he got mad like he always does. We fought a bit and he kicked me out." He moved around the soup in his bowl with his spoon. He took in a deep breath but looked back up at you and your husband. "I promise I won't be any trouble Aunty Y/N and Uncle Izuku. If you don't mind, I'll just stay the night and I'll be out of your hair in the morning and-"

"Kane..." You spoke softly as you reached forward and carefully took his hand in yours. "Are you okay?" You asked him genuinely.

Kane didn't move. He didn't breathe. The words, 'I'm fine' were stuck in his throat. He wasn't fine. He wasn't okay. He couldn't breathe.

He looked down at the hand that you were holding. He was shaking. He blinked and tears burned at his eyes. For the first time in a long time, Kane's expression changed from something other than a small smile or nothing at all. His face broke as pain was evident on his face.

"I'm so tired." He let out softly. He gasped as he tried to take in a breath. "I'm so so tired. It's not my fault he cheated. It's not my fault that dad wanted a divorce. It's not my fault he started drinking. It's not my fault that I never want to be at home. Why can't he just- why can't- Why?" Kane sobbed as he dropped his head.

Toshinori quickly pulled him into a hug, Kane sobbing. Toshinori's eyes widened in shock that his best friend was crying. Kane never cried. He hadn't seen Kane cry since the age of seven. Yet here he was.

"Why can't I ever have a family? Why can't I have a mom or dad that actually gives a shit about me?! Why me?!" He sobbed, shaking in Toshinori's arms.

Toshinori looked to you, not knowing what to do. You looked to Izuku who had a hard expression on his face.

You didn't need to be able to read minds to know what he was thinking.

After calming Kane down, you distracted him with soup and tea and he went upstairs to Toshinori's room and he was out like a light. The poor thing passed out the moment his head touched the pillow. Toshinori told you both that he'd watch out for him as he slept on the futon.

With the both of them gone, you picked up the phone and called Eijiro.

"Eijiro, please. Get up. You don't have to-"

"But I do." He told you honestly, his forehead down on the ground as he was on his knees before you and your husband, in a deep bow. "Thank you for what you did for him." He spoke sincerely. Satomi was right next to him but holding her little two year old sister who was trying to get down onto her own two feet.

Izuku crouched down to the large Kirishima. "Eijiro, it's no problem at all. You would have done the same thing for our kid." He assured him as he put a hand on Eijiro's shoulder.

"But still." Eijiro kept his head down and Izuku knew the last thing the big redhead wanted was for his daughter to see the pain in his expression. "I'm sorry for all the trouble my ex husband has caused you."

You gave him a gentle smile. "Eijiro, this is no one but Katsuki's fault." You looked to Satomi with a smile. "Sweetheart, did you manage to grab clothes for your brother?"

Satomi set down Reika on the ground, the little two year old kept her hands on her older sister but was happy to be down on the ground. Satomi nodded her head. "I did Aunty Y/N, but he stopped sleeping over a year ago so I don't know if he'll still fit." She told you as she held a backpack.

Izuku helped Eijiro up onto his feet right as Toshinori came down the stairs, a hand on the railing. You turned to look up at your eldest son. "Kane?"

"Still dead asleep." He reported with a sigh. Kane had been asleep since yesterday and it was already nearly ten o'clock. It was unlike him to sleep past eight in the morning. He turned to look at Satomi. He smiled, his shoulders lowering. He moved over to her. "Hey."

"Hi." She smiled up at him as he wrapped an arm around her. "I've got some clothes for him but I don't know if they'll still fit."

He gave her a grateful smile. "Don't worry about that. If they don't he can always where something of mine." He told her. He placed a peck to her lips making her smile. He leaned his forehead against hers with a lovesick expression as blush went to her face. He leaned down to kiss her again but was stopped with a bulldozer of a man between them.

Eijiro sent Toshinori a scowl as he came between him and his girlfriend. His face said enough as is as he pushed his oldest daughter behind him. "If you touch my daughter again-"

"Daddy!" Satomi frowned up at her possessive father. She folded her arms underneath her chest as she pouted up at him. Her dyed red hair cascading down the side of her shoulder. "Leave Toshinori alone. He's my boyfriend!" She reasoned with him.

Eijiro turned to his daughter with a sad expression, like a kicked dog. "But princess-"

She glared up at him. "Daddy, we talked about this." She reminded him with a pointed look as she walked over to Toshinori and stood back in his arms. Toshinori looked up at Eijiro with a smug grin on his face. Eijiro glared with a low hum. "I'm sixteen. Toshinori is my boyfriend and I don't mind if he kisses me. He gives nice kisses." Toshinori gave one of those Midoriya smug looks that you had seen on your husband countless amounts of times, which made you giggle at the antics.

You looked up at your husband who had a smug look on his face. He put his hands on his hips. "That's my boy." He said lowly.

You rolled your eyes, knowing Izuku would support Toshinori's antics. "Toshi, go put the clothes for Kane in your room please." You instructed. You looked to Eijiro. "When is your wife coming?"

Eijiro looked at his watch with a hum. "In around thirty minutes, she went to go pick up the cake." He told you.

His two-year old daughter went waddling over to Izuku. Her big round ruby eyes looked up at him before she hugged his leg. Reika buried her face in Izuku's leg before giving him a smile. "Uncy Izy!" She giggled reaching her hands up to him.

You watched as your husband visibly softened up as he looked down at her. His green eyes were big and filled with awe as he picked her up. "Hello Reika." He picked her up, lifting her into his arms. She felt at his face and then rested her head on his shoulders. You saw him look like he wanted to melt. He turned to you with a look that told you everything. "Y/N-"

"NO." That took you by surprise as Toshinori looked at his father with a pointed look. "No more babies out of the two of you." He motioned to you and his father. He seemed deathly serious. "Don't touch my mom."

"Oh so when I do it, it's a problem." Eijiro started. "But when he does it, it's fine. You see Satomi," He motioned to Toshinori as he looked to his daughter. "What did I tell you about dating a mama's boy?" Izuku and Toshinori looked at Eijiro deeply offended.

You sighed. "No, it is a problem." You looked to Toshinori. "No one is having anymore kids." You told him. Eijiro let out a cough as he scratched the back of his neck. You rolled your eyes. "Besides Eijiro. I'm done popping out sprouts."

"But honey," Izuku whined as he looked down at Reika, patting her back as she sat in his arms. "What if we had a girl?"

"Izuku..."

"What if it's just a one out of six chance for us?"

"Izuku, you had a vasectomy."

"We both know that didn't work."

"EXCUSE ME!?" Toshinori let out wide eyed.

It took a while for you to control the situation but by then you managed to disperse everyone and put people to work. You put all your sprouts (minus Toshinori) as well as Satomi, on getting the house ready for Kane's birthday party with decorating. You had readied lunch just as Eijiro's wife came with their newborn strapped to her chest and cake in hand.

With all of you making sure everything was good, Toshinori shot you a text telling you that he was awake. Your eyes widened. "He's awake." You announced.

"Hold on!" Eijiro quickly came racing with a box that was in hand. He quickly put it in the gifts pile before scrambling to stand beside his wife and daughters. He took out his phone and both Izuku and him gave each other a thumbs up at the signature dad with the video recording pose.

Just then, you heard footsteps upstairs.

"Toshinori, I really just wanted to go pee and go back to sleep." Kane complained as he followed his best friend to the staircase that led downstairs.

Toshinori chuckled as he led him downstairs. "I know but there's something we've got to do first before you go back to sleep."

Kane sighed. He was in no mood to get out of bed. He felt drained. He just wanted to sleep. His face hurt and he was pretty sure his cheek was swollen a bit, but he was hungry, so if it led him downstairs, he'd have to follow Toshinori. "Fine, but can we at least get cereal? I'm hu-"

He paused as he looked at the kitchen. Standing in the kitchen was you and the rest of your family as well as his dad, his sister and his younger step-sisters. He paused as he looked to Toshinori confused as to what was going on.

Toshinori smiled with a broad blinding smile, dimples in his cheeks as he dragged Kane to come closer. "I know you said you didn't want to do anything for your birthday." He started as he took Kane by the hand and sat him down at the table. "But you deserve to have a day about you." He slipped on an orange and red party hat onto Kane's head.

Satomi nodded as she sat down a birthday cake not too far away from him that read. 'Happy 17th Birthday Kane!!!' She smiled as she stood at his other side. "Happy birthday, Oniichan."

"We know you don't like gifts," Eijiro started as he motioned to the pile of presents not too far away. "But you deserve to be spoiled at least once a year." He assured the blond teenager with a broad sharp smile. "I think you'll like mine the most, I only have one son to spoil after all."

"No, he'll like mine more." Asahi stated with a sure nod of his head, his arms folded. "I made it myself. It suits your quirk, so I think you'll love the gadget."

"There's no way he'll like anyone else's that's not mine." Toshinori said boldly with a grin. He motioned to his chest with his thumb. "I'm his best friend, I know him."

You giggled as you moved over to Kane with a gentle smile on your face. Kane looked up at you with wide crimson eyes that reminded you so much of when he was a baby. You set down in front of him a photo album. "I didn't think I'd ever give this to you soon but," You opened it to the first page and right there was a photo of you and Kane. The little boy was not a year old and he sat in your arms with a huge smile on his face, his hands reaching for your face as you smiled at him. "That is my favourite memory of you." You told him with a nod and a smile. "It's when you said your first word. I think you were just copying Toshinori but the day you called me 'mama' is one I won't forget."

You put your hands on his shoulders as you looked down at him with a loving expression, something so soft and warm it looked beautiful in his eyes.

You smiled. "Your family is right here to celebrate with you Kane. Right here." You motioned around the table. "And if you choose to, you are more than welcome to stay here with us or you can go to your dad's place. Wherever you decide, you'll always have a home. So what do you think, hm?"

Kane frowned as he dropped his head. He started to laugh.

That wasn't a reaction you expected.

"Welp." Asahi started. "He's officially lost it."

"Asahi." Izuku let out with a pointed look.

"I knew he wouldn't like it." Hero let out. "We should have gotten him a green cake."

"Why would he want a green cake? He's favourite colour is yellow." Satomi said with a raised eyebrow.

"Yellow?" Eijiro asked as he rubbed the back of his head. "I thought it was black."

"It's black and yellow." Toshinori stated. Hero started to sing the song but Toshinori quickly shoved him so that he would stop it. he sighed as he looked to his best friend. "Kane, I'm sorry. if you don't like it, we can-"

Surprising all of you, Kane was still laughing, outloud. He lifted his head and that's when you saw one of the first real smiles on his face in a long time. His face was split into a broad smile with tears falling from his eyes. His laughter turned to small giggles as he looked at everyone around him and then at the cake.

His smile was so beautiful, for a second you even wondered why the world could be so cruel as to have stolen it.

He nodded his head. "I love it." He whispered. "I really do. Thank you." He whispered out, his voice becoming overcome with emotion as he fought more tears that just kept streaming down. He nodded his head as he looked up at you. "Thank you."

You gave him a smile. "Happy birthday, Kane."

-Glitch1d

*soBS PRofuSELy*

#i am sobbing over them #crying so much that ill solve the worlds drought problem

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Healing my inner child♡

#couldnt afford legos when i was little but got this a while back and finally had time to play♡

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SYNOPSIS: After losing your job due to the sloppy work you have been handing in recently, you turn to the only good thing in your life - the time you spend with the man whose job it is to give you the attention you paid for.

WORD COUNT: 2.1 k words

CONTENT: Minors do NOT interact! No-curses AU, host Suguru, fem. reader, host clubs, unrequited love, kissing, fingering, penetration, smut, alcohol (no one is drunk), unwise financial decisions, reader is a little pathetic, emotional manipulation, Suguru is a little terrible and thinks he is above them in many ways, not proofread

When he opens the door to his private lounge at the very top of the building, Suguru blinks down at you in surprise. This feeling isn’t caused by your presence — since you had gone the trouble of booking one of the host club’s kyabakura rooms in advance and way earlier than you usually do — but by the state you’re in.

You’re soaked and he deduces that you must have walked all the way here without an umbrella. When you look up at him you look even more hopeless than you usually do, your face swollen and the corners of your eyes holding that weight that they always do when you’ve cried. Suguru is no stranger to your troubles.

The man coos at you as he moves to the side while he holds the door open. One of his hands finds its place on your shoulder as he guides you into the private room gently. “You poor thing. Did you forget your umbrella? Let me bring you some towels,” he murmurs in that sickeningly sweet voice he uses around you. Making sure you’re seated comfortably, he walks over to the back of the room before he returns with two towels.

Carefully, he helps you dry off, his hands working to take off your clothes in the process. “You’ll freeze if you keep them on,” Suguru tuts at you when you try to complain. Begrudgingly, you accept what he does, changing into the robe he hands you. It’s a black silk one, not quite long enough to reach your knees but it covers you decently once you tie it together around your waist..

It’s not like you are in a position to feel any shame over exposed skin anyway but you want to hang onto the last bit of dignity you’ve got left for now. In his eyes, you must look pathetic but if that’s the case, he does a good job of hiding it.

It is a part of his job after all.

Cupping your cheek, the host runs his thumb over the soft skin underneath your eye. “Can I get you something to drink, sweet thing?” Automatically, you nod and the way his eyes crinkle into a satisfied smile makes your heart ache a little less. You feel a little lighter.

It’s only after two drinks that you finally open up to him, the alcohol that warms your body and his gentle voice managing to coax you into spilling what’s weighing so heavily on your heart.

“I got fired,” you mumble, trying to hide the shame that floods you by emptying your glass. It’s not enough to even make you feel tipsy but you don’t care. Holding it out to him, you wait for a refill. “Just like that. I know I have been slacking off a little at work recently but still…”

Suguru fills your glass, only halfway this time before his hand finds its way to your thigh. Rubbing circles into the skin on the inside of your leg, he coos, “You’ll find something new in no time, won’t you? I’d be sad if you didn’t return to me.”

It’s not that you spend huge sums on him. Suguru has regulars who spend more than five times what you spend on him weekly during a single evening session but there is something about your presence that reassures him.

Whenever you step into his lounge, the way you look for him is a little different than how his other customers do. There’s no sense of transaction to your behavior with him, no feelings of superiority from your side. You don’t see yourself as a buyer – a benefactor of any sort to him.

Yet, your obviously existent obsession doesn’t go overboard. You manage to walk the tightrope between being too submissive to his every whim and keeping a certain defiance. You understand your role in his life and you don’t try to act out. It’s not complicated with you and he likes the fact that he can count on you to do what he expects you to.

Less trouble for him.

“I-,” you begin, struggling a little. Before, you could barely pay for your little flat considering most of your paycheck ends up in Suguru’s hand but the thought of not seeing him anymore makes you feel physically ill. “I’d find ways to come visit you anyway.”

A cheeky smile tugs on his lips. The thought of your devotion triumphing over your own needs sends a shiver down his spine and his other hand finds its way to your chin, tilting it up for easier access. “But now without any payment… Right, sweetheart?”

Leaning lower, Suguru’s lips find your throat. Leaving warm kisses against your cold skin, he works his way down your chest, between the fabric of the silk robe. Parting it to reveal your chest to his eyes, he chuckles at the soft sigh that leaves your lips. “Let me take care of you. Make sure you’re getting your money’s worth,” he whispers.

Most of the time, his encounters at work are not of a sexual nature. It is either the patrons with particularly loose wallets or his longtime regulars who are allowed to indulge in a passionate session with him and even then, Suguru is picky. Picky about who he wishes to indulge, in what way, and when.

Today, he’s feeling a little lenient. Not necessarily out of sympathy. You’re fun to keep around and he knows that if he throws you a little treat - offers you a little sweetness - you’ll be coming back for more. Even more so, now that you’re obviously in a bad situation.

Suguru senses the hesitation in your expression and his hands squeeze your waist encouragingly. “What? Not in the mood?” he coos in that way that makes you feel a little guilty. “Here I thought I could help you feel a little better but if you don’t want to…”

“N-no, no, I do want to, it’s just-” you try to explain but he shushes you softly, and soon enough you find yourself on your back, the soft cushions of the sofa comfortable against your skin as the robe is already halfway off your shoulders.

Unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt, Suguru smiles down at you in that disarming way that causes your body to feel boneless in the best ways possible. “Just let me cheer my favorite customer up today, hm?”

His favorite.

He probably says this to every single one of his customers but you want to believe in his words today. The way he is looking down at you — molten pools of that rich brown color that swallow you whole whenever your eyes meet, bestowing you with a gaze so filled with adoration — makes you feel special. It is precisely this talent of his that had drawn you to him in the first place.

Suguru’s presence in your life is one that is sure. A pillar your mind could rest against whenever you get lost and struggle to find your place in the world. He was special and when you offered the necessary compensation, he shared that with you. Made you feel special in turn. These hours with him are what you hang onto for dear life —simultaneously hanging onto the belief that you too, could be special.

Even if it’s just for an hour, right underneath his gaze.

Long fingers dance their way up your shins, palms flattening out against your body once he reaches your thighs. When had he pulled your legs up onto the sofa and squeezed himself between them?

You don’t get to think about it too much when his hands find their way under your robe which is barely being held together by its belt. The soft sigh that falls from your lips is the thing he’s looking for and it’s evident with the way he hums with satisfaction.

Warm against your slightly cool skin, his hands slide over your hips, one traveling down again to hike your leg up a little and spread you open for better access, while the other finds the lace of your underwear. Brushing against the fabric, a low chuckle escapes him.

“You were so hesitant but you’ve already started to soak through your panties,” Suguru chides teasingly. It has a bit of a mean edge to it but all it does is just heat your skin up even more. It’s not unpleasant to have him make fun of you a little and it’s not like you could hide the effect he has on you anyway.

Rubbing your folds through your panties, Suguru bows his head to lick his way up your tummy, continuing until he reaches your chest and wraps his lips around your nipple. Suckling on the sensitive bud, he releases it when it’s perky under his attention before gently catching it between his teeth and tugging on it. You clench down around nothing, your back arching into his touch as a whimper escapes you.

“You can take them off,” you murmur sweetly, your voice sounding breathy and foreign to your own ears. The host’s eyes travel up your body until they settle on your face.

Tilting his head to the side, he quips, “I know I can.” Teasing you further by rubbing his fingers along the length of your slit, he continues, “Do you want me to? Is this not enough?” His thumb circles over your clit but the friction is not enough as it’s too soft through the fabric, not nearly enough to satisfy you.

“You can be greedy with me.”

– As long as you pay well.

Rationally, it would be better to spend your time looking for a new place. To save your money and fix your financial situation as swiftly as possible. Indulgence of this level is for people celebrating life’s successes, or perhaps the ones who are blessed with a seemingly endless stream of financial means.

It’s not for someone like you.

Yet, your plea for him to take your underwear off spills from your lips so easily, without anything to hold it back. And when Suguru complies with that smug expression drawn upon that beautiful face of his, you wonder if this is really that wrong of you to indulge in.

His fingers string you along so beautifully, after all. Not just when he plays along with your sorrows and offers you comfort but also in a very literal sense, when he pushes two of them into you, expertly finding that soft spot within that causes your toes to curl. Suguru’s lips find yours again and you’re taken aback for a moment before you press back eagerly.

It is rare for him to be so affectionate and if you hadn’t closed your eyes, you’d see the conflicted look in those brown pools as he gazes down at you, not letting up as his tongue pushes between your lips, tasting you.

Perhaps this was his conscience prickling at the back of his head but he closes his eyes and turns away from any lingering feelings of guilt as he pulls his fingers out of you. Coated in your wetness, he rubs them over your clit, huffing at the way your hips jump. Cute.

Getting comfortable between your legs, he pushes his pants and his underwear down in one go, just far enough for him to free himself from the restrictive fabric. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he gives himself a few pumps of the hand, watching you as your gaze is focused on his ministrations.

A small pout finds its way onto your expression when he rips open that familiar silver package before pushing the condom onto his cock.

That is also very cute.

The way your walls squeeze around him as if your heartbeat is fluttering nervously around his girth with every inch he pushes into you forces a groan from his lips. For now, he’d indulge you because people like you need this from people like him. All in good measure, of course.

With every push and pull, he thinks about how light the bills will feel in his hands later and how heavy the guilt will end up resting on your shoulders. If stacked up, he wonders how much money it would take for your back to break. Will you run out of money before he gets to find out?

Suguru knows you love him, knows that you hate yourself and that you do it in part because you love him. He doesn’t like you much either, he thinks, as you whine and writhe underneath him, your tight heat enveloping him over and over again.

When your tear-filled eyes gaze up at him, he leans down to kiss you again. He finds himself hoping that you won’t run out of money just yet.

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⌞the book club - snippet⌝

— SATAN X READER

╰┈▷ Author's Note: This is literally just a little snippet of Satan's piece for the OnlyDemons series. I need some motivation to keep working on it so I hope sharing it/getting some interaction will be the kick in the ass I need to finish it! Click here to be tagged in the next part.

[Satan’s ASMR videos are usually reserved for reading spicy romance novels to his online book club… that is until he finds something else worth reading out loud to his fans… and you.]

Satan’s OnlyDemons account looks innocent enough on the surface despite the type of crowd the spicy site usually caters to. There’s cat pics, a few selfies, and, of course, his book club. Who would have thought something as boring as a book club could garner Satan a massive amount of followers in a short amount of time? Well, this isn’t just any regular book club…

The book club started with Satan sharing (accidentally) aesthetic photos of the books he was reading. A cup of steaming tea with the book cover in frame under candlelight had his notifications lighting up with likes and comments. Curious, Satan posted more, making it a weekly post to share whatever book he was currently indulging in, no matter the subject.

His followers quickly began to buy the same books they saw in his feed, eager to strike up a conversation with the Avatar of Wrath in the comments. And lo and behold, he was more than happy to discuss the subjects of his books with them. It was interesting to see other takes on the same stories.

After having a glass or three too many of Demonus, Satan posted his first video to the book club followers specifically. Without showing his face, Satan read aloud from his current book, a regency romance that you had recommended to him. The passage was short and sweet, but it had made him think of you. While he wasn’t brave enough to send you the video directly, he knew you were a member of the book club, and you would eventually see the video on your own.

He hadn’t quite expected the reaction out of his little book club though. The amount of likes and comments the short video had gotten was astronomical compared to anything else he had ever posted. There was a surge in subscribers to his OnlyDemons overnight.

Excited with the turn of events, Satan couldn’t help but share the news with you and admit he wanted to see where this would go. He had some ideas, but leaned heavily on you for support of this new endeavor. Eventually, thanks to your unwavering support, his confidence grew, and he began to spearhead his OnlyDemons account in a new and spicer direction.

Satan would pick your brain on what you thought the audience would want to hear, paying careful attention to the things you seemed to enjoy the most. What began as short snippets read from an assortment of various novels, became hour-long read throughs of adult romance novels. Each week, he would post a perfectly curated ASMR video until the book was finished, and then he would begin anew. Each book seemed to get spicier and darker than the next as his little series continued for the book club.

Eager for more, his followers then begged the question: what would he read to them next?...

“I have something special for the book club today. Something that I think you all will enjoy very much.” Satan’s deep and comforting voice came through your headphones clearly as you settled into the plush chair in your room.

“It’s different from my usual read-throughs, but it’s worth the change. I promise.” He purred, sending a tingle down your spine in anticipation as the ASMR titled simply as “The Book Club” played.

[to be continued...]

If you liked this, please consider reblogging. It makes me very happy. ♡

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Cat Sukuna 😼

*PATREON

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your last post is super cute and I wanted to slide in to first say you are so amazing and sweet! also I love the color pink and purple, iced coffee and music! Toji and Shiu please 🙏🏻

You are an absolute angel and sweetheart♡

It's not long but hope you like it♡♡

Sometimes it's really the small things in life that really make every day special.

You learned early on before even the thought of a relationship with the two men that they weren't the ones to be romantic like in the books or movies.

Instead of long declarations of love you got “I got take out from that place you wouldn't shut up about” “Got your bratty ass a large fancy whatever coffee you like” “We wanted a quiet morning today so let you stay in bed”

You knew their words were only loving teasing. Not once did any of their words hold any anger or venom. You held their hearts in your hands. You didn't have many friends so if you wanted to have a spa day they would keep you company. They helped you decide the color of nail polish (and after some kisses and please they would even get their nails done in the other colors you thought about). They let you try new face masks on them, watch shows that show you love (and they swore they couldn't stand but each one had a favorite love interest they fight over who should end up with the main girl). Let your music play on the speakers and sing along with you.

No one could deny they were completely in love with you. Only smile if you were in the room and always be looking at you even if others tried talking to them. Would find excuses to not go out or just tell people that they are spending time with you to not bother them. Only being able to sleep with you at their side. Never let anyone talk bad about you, especially yourself. That is their wife you talking down on and they won't have it.

One Valentines day early in the relationship they both decided to get your name (in your handwriting) tattooed over their heart the place you will forever belong. They both agree that their lives only really began and had meaning the day that you entered it, you give them a reason to wake up, you fill their days with smiles and laughter, they only have love for you.

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I feel like writing cute, short blurbs (not for myself tho) so send an ask and just tell me some things about yourself (can be silly, can be random, can be anything) and a fo or two and I'll think something up

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Incandescent

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes Summary: Bucky and Steve try to put on a show for you. Word Count: Over 1.7k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, implied vaginal and anal sex, threesome, bondage, dirty talk, tension, polyamory, possessive behavior, porn with feels (it’s me, c’mon), tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: Welcome back to my Howling Commandos Tattoo AU! Have you missed them? I know I have! I was nervous posting this as this my first dive into dynamics with Steve and Bucky, but I love it. If that isn't your jam, feel free to skip! ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nixakimbo ! Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky and Steve were your world. You weren’t afraid to voice that. In fact, you were proud to be on their arms when you were out together. You had their hearts and vice versa. You were their best girl. Their Blossom. Nothing would ever change that.

But once you got your hands on them, you were going to strangle them. Not enough to inflict real damage. You would never. You loved them. But they were going to feel some sort of wrath.

Fucking tattooed bastards.

You struggled against the binds, your wrists bound tight enough to keep you from escaping, but not enough to hurt you. Like you wouldn't hurt your boys, they would never harm you either. Your core throbbed enough to ache when they knelt on each side of you and faced each other on the bed.

Why did I let them talk me into tying me up? Damn them and their persuasiveness.

As Bucky moved his hand upwards to cup Steve's cheek, they smiled. From their profiles, you caught a hint of playfulness and something deeper before their lips met. A bond between two men who had been through hell and back together. Somehow you became their heaven on earth, allowing them to be with you and each other. And wasn't that the beauty in your relationship? Boundlessly loving and trusting each other?

No. I will not get mushy. Not when I'm frustrated.

Bucky’s tongue darted out to lick along Steve’s bottom lip as he pulled away. “I think Blossom wants a taste,” he said, turning his head to wink at you. Had you voiced your frustrations out loud or did he know you well enough that being a mere spectator wouldn't be enough today?

Both.

“And she’ll get one when we’re ready,” Steve stated, a sympathetic smile on his face as he gazed down at you. You wondered if he was secretly a sadist since he seemed to take pleasure in your current “pain”. “We made you too greedy, didn’t we, sweetheart?”

You squinted, trying your best to glare when they chuckled at your predicament. “You know why I’m greedy? Because you two can’t keep your hands off me OR your tongues, fingers, and cocks out of me. Excuse me for getting a bit used to it when you're to blame.”

Steve chuckled at that, not disagreeing with you.

He better not. I'm right.

A coo left Bucky’s mouth as he leaned down, his lips moving along your cheek before they stopped at your ear. “Who said we’re not giving you our tongues, fingers, AND cocks? Stevie and I just wanna have a little fun first while you watch. Is that so bad? Hmm?”

You whined in response, your hips rising and pussy begging for attention. Mandy joked that your libido was in permanent overdrive thanks to your boys and she wasn’t wrong. Your body craved and welcomed them. They fit like a glove, missing pieces that made you whole.

It was also a sight watching them. The view alone would've been enough to disintegrate your panties had they not destroyed them already. But tying you up so you couldn’t touch? Not even a small feel of Bucky’s bicep or Steve’s chest? It was cruel and unusual punishment and there would be retribution. Those bastards would rue the day.

No clue how, but they will.

“Do you need to touch us that badly? Are you that desperate for us?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow when Bucky leaned back up.

“Yes! Have you seen you two?” You asked as they shifted their gazes to look each other over. They shed their clothes before they bound you to the headboard, giving you a chance to admire them. Hard muscles, sculpted tattoo gods, one blonde and one brunette. “You were created for at least one person in the world to worship you and drive people insane.”

“Aww, I think she wants to worship us,” Bucky smiled, gliding a hand down Steve’s chest. You watched the blonde swiftly inhale, knowing how much he loved the slow drag down his body. “What do you think?”

“Buck,” Steve groaned when Bucky firmly wrapped a hand around his cock.

“Maybe you can fuck my throat first?” The brunette suggested, lazily pumping him as you bit your lip. “Or at least let me get my mouth around it. Get your cock sloppy and wet before you fuck our girl.”

“Please,” you moaned, unable to spread your legs any further since they were still planted on either side. “I need it.”

If begging is what it takes, I'll do it.

“Or you can suck my cock before I fuck her? I know you love watching me slide in and out of her sweet pussy. She always takes me so well,” Bucky went on, Steve’s eyes slipping shut as he began to leave open mouth kisses on his neck. You understood why Steve shivered. Bucky had a very talented mouth. “Too bad she can’t touch herself while she watches like last time.”

Yeah. Too fucking bad.

“Touch her, Buck,” Steve ordered, making you and Bucky gasp when he gripped his hair and pulled him back with a smirk. “Slip those fingers in her cunt and show me how soaked she is from the sight of us.”

You were fairly certain that Bucky and Steve were the only men in the world who could speak about you like you weren’t there and get you hot and bothered. They didn’t have to touch you to prove how wet you were, but you weren’t going to stop Bucky from curling his digits inside you. Especially when Steve gave the order in that deep, husky tone.

“Please, Bucky?” You asked sweetly, raising your hips again. “I know I've been a little mouthy and impatient, but please? Show Stevie how wet my pretty pussy is?”

You shrieked when Bucky’s hand suddenly came down on your throbbing cunt, the smack loud in your ears. “Not your pussy, doll. It’s ours. Now be good and open up,” he said, his voice rough as he bent down and spread your lips apart with one hand, the other still pumping Steve’s hard cock. “Our pussy really is pretty. What a fucking sight.”

“You gonna apologize for calling our pussy yours?” Steve questioned, arching into Bucky’s touch the moment he slipped two fingers inside your wet hole. It hardly stung, the relief as he thrust his fingers making you whimper. “I think you owe us one.”

“Okay. I'm sorry, you fucking tattooed bastards,” you said, smiling dreamily at Steve when he narrowed his eyes. He said to apologize, but didn’t say anything about getting mouthy. Again.

“And this is why we tied you up,” he said, wiping the smile off your face. “You beautiful brat.”

Not fair.

“Oh. Now you’re being mean, Steve,” Bucky said, smirking when he brushed a thumb over your swollen clit. “But I’m not mean, doll. Gimme a few minutes and I’ll get my mouth on your perfect tits. Love hearing you whimper when I drag your nipples between my teeth.”

You shuddered with your next breath, your breasts lightly shaking with your exhale. Both sets of eyes on you darkened at the movement, your cheeks hot as you squirmed. Maybe being tied up wasn’t such a bad thing after all. It didn’t give you a chance to hide from their hungry gazes. It left you open, vulnerable, ready for whatever they gave you.

And you’d take it all because you were strong and eager enough, just like they took everything you gave them. It made sense why you were their Blossom. You bloomed into the person you were now and they helped you continue to grow. In some ways, you did the same for them.

“And who said I’m not getting a taste of anything?” Steve said, batting Bucky’s hand away from his cock. “Take your fingers out.”

Bucky swiftly removed them, making you whine at the loss. A punched sound came from your gut a heartbeat later when Steve gripped Bucky’s wrist and sucked his fingers into his mouth with a grunt, not stopping until they were clean. “I may not need to get your dick wet if she's that soaked. You might be able to slide on in while I fuck you.”

Fuck, please.

It was Bucky’s turn to tremble when Steve nipped at his earlobe. “I think you’d like that. Me at your back. Her at your front. Both of us loving you the way you deserve,” he said, before he turned a fond gaze your way. One that made your throat go dry. “Loving each other the way we all deserve. I know our best girl would agree.”

“Of course, I do,” you whispered. That wasn't lust speaking, but the pure adoration you had for them.

“I love you both so much,” Bucky said without fear or hesitation, his blue eyes sparkling with joy.

You stopped shifting against the mattress, tears threatening to clog your throat. How could they simultaneously turn you on and resort you to happy crying? They made your heart and holes full.

“Love you both, too,” you said, your chest rising and falling with your next breath. “And I’ll be good and watch until you’re ready for me.”

Bucky swooped down to catch your parted lips with his. Heat surged through your body as his tongue fervently tasted your mouth. As quickly as it began, it stopped so Steve’s mouth could replace his. It was just as demanding and hungry as Bucky’s before they turned their attention back to each other, leaving you a panting mess as you watched captivated as they licked and sucked, their kiss rough and desperate.

You knew exactly how they felt.

Steve’s hand closed around Bucky’s cock, swallowing down his groan of pleasure as you could only look on. You found yourself smiling again as they got lost in each other, each of them making sure to keep a hand on you. They were beautiful. They were yours. And they were your home.

Still might strangle them a bit once I’m free. Nah. I’ll just sit on their faces. Much better way to suffocate them.

Until they took care of you, you’d enjoy the show.

Blossom already has a revenge plan brewing. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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♡BIG BUNNY (T)EARS♡

—meeting the mall easter bunny ends with your sibling in tears

╰┈▷ Pairings: Kirishima x gn!Reader Click here to be tagged next time I post. ╰┈▷ Word Count: 650 words ╰┈▷ Contains: Fluff, Modern AU, gn!Sibling, Easter? Hahh ╰┈▷ Author's Note: I saw this as a prompt on Pinterest (original poster info missing ‘cause of course) and wanted to give it a shot as a writing exercise.

You take your younger sibling to the mall to see the Easter Bunny.

They are so excited, meanwhile you are just wanting to get the damn picture over with so you can get a hot pretzel and some soft cookies from your favorite food stall.

While waiting in line, you feel your sibling stiffen beside you.

You look down to see their eyes are wide as they stare at the giant costume bunny suit sitting in a Spring themed throne.

They tug at your sleeve and mumble something, but you don’t quite hear because the line is moving.

You’re next now, and the attendant is asking you questions about photo packages.

Meanwhile, your sibling is dying on the inside as they stare at the terrifying “bunny” costume that probably has had the same design since the 1990s.

Now it’s finally your turn.

You take your sibling’s hand and try to lead them to the Easter Bunny, but they drag their feet.

“You okay?” You ask.

Before they can answer, one of the Bunny’s handlers takes their other hand from you and pulls them straight towards him.

Your sibling is stunned with fear, letting the handler introduce them to the Easter Bunny while starring wide eyed and open mouthed at him.

It’s not until your sibling is hoisted into the Bunny’s furry lap that several big tears begin to drip down their face and they let out a hiccuping sob.

The Bunny tries to comfort them, but you can’t hear him actually say anything through the big rabbit head.

When it becomes apparent that your sibling is not going to calm down any time soon, you say “fuck it” and take them off the Bunny’s lap.

You quickly exit through a small roped gate and begin to walk towards a bench.

You sit and hold your sibling in your arms as they shake with broken sobs.

You rub their back to calm them as they bury their head into your neck, whispering that everything is going to be okay.

You don’t notice the Bunny trying to run after you, his large floppy feet making it awkward as he stumbles toward the bench you are sat at.

Once you’ve managed to calm your sibling down a bit and wipe the tears from their face, something big, white, and fluffy looms over the two of you.

You look up, startled to see the Bunny taking off his head to reveal long red hair and a cute, toothy smile.

His attention is all on your sibling as he crouches down and speaks with them.

“Hey, little one. I’m sorry for scaring you. Are you alright?”

They nod, but push themselves again your chest, still a bit fearful.

“Look, I work for the Easter Bunny. He couldn’t be here today so I’m filling in. Is there any way I can make it up to you? Can’t have the big guy thinking I’m out here upsetting his favorite kid.”

“Favorite?” they ask with uncertainty.

“You betcha! How about a cookie? Would that make it better?” He asks, glancing at you for an okay, which you give with a nod of your head.

Your sibling softly agrees, and the Bunny leaves to fetch a fresh soft cookie.

He returns a moment later, sans bunny costume, with three cookies - one for each of you.

He crouches down and hands your sibling a cookie while introducing himself. “I’m Kirishima. What’s your name, little one?”

Your sibling, excited for the chocolate chip cookie in their hand, happily chirps their name and then introduces you as well to your embarrassment.

Kirishima flashes a toothy grin at you which makes your heart melt.

“It’s nice to meet you both! Mind if I join you?”

Your sibling nods and munches quietly on their cookie as Kirishima sits down beside the two of you.

“Um, don’t you need to get back…?” You ask, glancing back over at the Easter photo opp.

Kirishima shakes his head, a mouth full of cookie as he explains that he was due a break anyway, and this was the perfect opportunity to get your number.

Your cheeks flush as you catch on to that last bit, but you smile and ask for his phone so you can type it in.

Who knew how cute the Easter Bunny was under that big fluffy costume?

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crowned-peony · 3 days

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𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎

Leviathan x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Genre/Warnings: Smut; Mutual masturbation; Edging; Usage of titles (Grand Admiral, m!receiving) but no real power dynamics; Petnames include Baby, Princess, and reader is referred to as a Good Girl at least once; if there’s any typos no there aren’t 😌

Hi @barbabetos happy birthday my dearest 🎊 ilysm, this is born from our lovely shared hc that Levi can be really confident and almost dominant through texts and calls and is more than happy to show you that side of him 💕

𝟸𝟶+ 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 — 𝟷𝟿 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚗𝚒

Ding! Ding!

Your phone going off repeatedly draws your attention from the book in your hands to your bedside table. You notice with a smile that the texts are from Levi, and you can’t help but get excited. He’s been uncharacteristically quiet all day, with the only explanation being he’s planning a surprise.

The first text is filled with heart emojis, followed by the message “happy birthday! you’re always on my mind, y’know?” You can’t help but to giggle at that, and seeing that the second text is a photo, you quickly tap to open it.

Only to immediately shriek and drop your phone onto your bed.

Staring at the device with wide eyes, you bite your lip and lean over to see if the image really is what it looks like.

There, in all its glory, is Levi’s leaking erection. His fist at the base to hold all of him upright, you can even make out the pearly trail of pre that’s made its way down to his fingers, and even the faint shine of them in his perfectly manicured bush.

You swallow hard, pressing your thighs together at the sudden wetness between them. The most explicit picture you’ve ever received from your boyfriend before was a post shower selfie, phone covering his face and his towel tight on his hips, barely revealing his Adonis belt that you love to trace. So to receive this out of the blue was truly a gift.

The screen changes suddenly and breaks you from your trance, showing an incoming video call from Levi. With a shaky breath you answer, and before you can even say hello, a whimper escapes you.

Instead of his face, Levi’s turned the camera around to show him stroking himself, soft pants floating through the speakers. You can hear the slickness of his precum, the sights and sounds making your mouth water.

He chuckles a bit, no doubt a result of your reaction, and croons your name to get your attention. “Do you like your gift, baby?”

You nod your head repeatedly, making a soft “mhmm” sound. Levi sighs a bit on the other end, contentment in the sound, and you watch his thumb swirl around the head of his cock.

“Can you prove it to me?”

“Prove it?” You ask, the question breaking your concentration. “Prove it how?”

Levi hums as though considering what you could do, but something in his voice makes you think he already knows what he wants. “Take your panties off for me. Show me how much you like watching me get myself off.”

Your jaw drops. So rarely has your lover ever been so confident, with you usually taking the lead and having to encourage him to take control, to be vocal and honest with what he wants. It’s an unexpected role reversal, but one you’ve been hoping may occur at this point in your relationship.

“I can do that for you,” you whisper back, silently grateful that you’d just been lounging in an oversized shirt and panties, reaching down to tug the now soaked fabric off. But before you can get them past your knees, you hear Levi’s soft growl.

“I said show me, Princess. Flip the camera.”

The command in his voice has renewed arousal rushing through you, and you double tap the screen of your phone before any potential embarrassment can sneak in. Levi lets out a pleased sigh at the sight now before him: your pretty lace panties sliding down your soft legs that he loves to bury his face between, the obvious dark patch in the gusset revealing you’ve been turned on since first opening his photo text.

“Such a good girl for me, thank you baby,” he says, reverence in his voice. With a quick glance at your bedroom door to reassure yourself it’s still locked, you reach down to tug up the hem of your shirt, baring yourself to Levi.

“Fuck,” he groans, watching your fingers dip down to trace your folds a bit. “Want you to play with yourself now for me okay? Watch how fast I go, and you don’t go any faster. Understood?”

“Yes Grand Admiral,” you answer, intending for it to be a tongue in cheek title, yet when you hear him hissing in pleasure you know you made the right call with the title.

You watch as he begins to set a new pace stroking himself, steadily increasing the speed only to drop back down now and then. It makes you whine, knowing he’s trying to edge you like this, but you do your best to follow his movements. Fingers circling your clit, occasionally slipping one and then another inside yourself, little gasps and moans making him do the same. It’s almost as though he knows when you’re close, as he always slows his fist when you can feel yourself clenching down harder.

He builds you up three, four, nearly five times before loosing a growl that could’ve made you cum on the spot, if only his command wasn’t to stop entirely. With a shaky hand you pull away, but not before showing him the creamy mess you’ve been making, encouraged just at the sight of him and sounds of encouragement he’s let out.

“H-how close are you?” he asks, and the slight stutter is the first indication he’s nearly there himself.

“Really close Levi, please can I cum soon?” You know you’re whining, know there may not even be nearly enough ‘pleases’ to be the good girl he believes you are, but at this point you don’t even care. He’s kept you on the edge for too long and if you don’t cum soon, you don’t know how much longer you’ll last. “Please, Admiral?”

You watch Levi pump his cock a few times, a stream of precum running down his shaft to nestle in his pubes before he answers you.

“Make yourself cum however you want, Princess.”

With a moan, you sink two of your fingers into your pussy, adding a third just a few pumps in. Despite it normally taking much more time and stimulation to bring you close, the amount of times he’s edged you and the excitement of the experience has you crying out his name within minutes. At one point your phone slips from your hand to land at your side, and though you know Levi will have wanted to keep watching, you can’t help but start to play with your clit as well, extending your orgasm all for him to hear.

Once your breathing has evened out, you pick up your phone and flip the camera to show yourself, worry etched into your face as you sheepishly apologize.

“I’m sorry Levi, I know you wanted to see. It just felt so good and I couldn’t stop myself, I just—”

“Y/N, hey, it’s okay I’m not upset,” he reassures you. He’s flipped the camera himself to show his own face, and you can tell from how flushed he is that he’s enjoyed himself regardless of the view. “Let me see up close though, move the camera for me.”

You spread your legs wider, enough that when you move the phone down he can see the mess you’ve made of your sheets. Through the front facing camera, the screen shows the wetness underneath you and the slow creamy drip of your cum as it clings to your pussy.

“Clench for me baby, push it out for me now,” he mutters, and you can faintly make out the wet sounds of him fisting himself again. He moans when you manage to push a little more cum out, mumbling about how even on your birthday, knowing you’re his girl is like a precious gift. You hear the rustle of sheets under him, wondering if he’s started to thrust into his own hand.

At the sound of your name, you bring the phone back up to your face, staring at Levi’s almost pained expression.

“C-can you come to my room? Wanna give you the rest of your g-gift in person.”

The whine in his voice and pretty pout on his lips make you giggle. Whatever cockiness possessed him before has begun to ebb out, his typical sheepishness and greediness for you returning. You set the phone on the nightstand and rise from the bed, shoving your feet into slippers, but hesitate when reaching for your panties. A glance at the mirror shows the hem of your shirt settling a couple inches below the curve of your butt. Surely if you move fast enough, no one will see you dressed so scantily. Instead, you grab your phone and grin at Levi, blowing him a kiss and wishing you could immortalize the image of his parted lips and needy expression.

“Coming baby!”

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