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You’re a female dragon being courted by Eijirou and Testutesu.

Because of poachers, female dragons are more of a rarity. Where males have brute strength and hardy scales, females are more agile and have higher magic stores. With fewer females, males are incredibly competitive when an available female is in the area.

So you’re a dragon female that was rescued by the adventurer’s guild and brought back to their base for protection. While there you find yourself confronted by two young, horny males eager to claim a mate and reproduce. Eijirou the Red and Tetsutetsu of Steel. The two compete aggressively, often sparring with each other to prove their strength and ability to protect. They fly as though possessed to show off their flight skills. And they shower you with all the shiny little trinkets they can find to show that they can build you a hoard of sparkling treasure that will rival all other dragons. As annoying as they can be, you relish the attention.

And then you get sick, a cold. Dragons can die if they get too cold. The guild moves your room closer to the center of the base, closer to the fires that hear the place, and Eijirou and Tetsutetsu snuggle up to both sides of you. They put aside their bickering to make sure that you are hot enough to fight the cold. They won’t let your internal flame go out, ever. They hold you close, big strong arms boxing you in between their chiseled chests. You feel safe in their embrace.

When you get better, their competition continues. You know you need to pick one. You can’t keep them waiting forever. But which one? Or…would they be willing to share?

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Strays - Eijirou

When Shota brings home Eijirou…

Takes place in the dark ages of quirk usage, kind of a post-apocalyptic setting. Shota likes kids but would never bring one of his own into this dark world, so he just brings home strays instead.

Or basically, instead of being a teacher, Shota is more of a father. Once he “adopts” a kid, they’re his forever.

Eijirou Shota and his friends all have the same goal in mind, break the cycle that produces monsters. But how do you do that? In this world, the strong abuse the weak. Some will survive that abuse and grow up to become strong, but also mean and hardy like their abusers. It creates a cycle where only the cold hearted and cruel survive and thrive. It destroys any hope of a brighter future. Unless someone steps in to change it.

Now Shota has never been one to think that he could change the world, not with his quirk. But even though his quirk isn’t all that strong, he can still make a difference! He might not change the world today, but he can start the dominoes that lead to change in the future. How? By breaking the cycle of abuse. Take in the weak and teach them to be strong. Give them the tools to survive on their own and inspire them to be empathetic and kind. And maybe one day, before he passes, Shota will see the fruits of his labor as the children he rescues build a brighter future through teamwork and camaraderie instead of power struggles and back stabbing.

Which is why he’s out now, gathering supplies for the base he built with his friends. They’ve already persuaded a few teenagers to join their ranks, though teaching them has proved to be difficult not all hope is lost for those youths. Shota wouldn’t mind bringing home some younger kids, but he knows the young and weak don’t survive long in this world. His chances of rescuing a defenseless child before they’re killed is slim… Other than looking for new members to drag home, Shota’s also scouting for trespassers, a rival gang has been encroaching on his territory lately and he’s not going to have any of that. Not when he has people to protect.

He’s already made up his mind that he’s going to kill any intruder that opposes him, and it doesn’t take him long to find one from the rival gang. The guy is mid-rank at best, not the strongest of the gang but not their weakest link either. He’s a bit of a challenge for Shota, but not by much. Shota drives a dagger through the man’s temple after knocking him into an alleyway. A little river of red trickles further into the alley, down a small incline toward an old sewer opening, but that’s not what catches Shota’s eye. In the back of the alley, trying to cover himself in old trash before he’s spotted, is a boy. Shota guesses him to be 12 or 13 even though he looks smaller than that. Looks can be deceiving in a cold, hard world like this.

Shota starts walking toward the kid, making small observations as he gets closer. The kid has dark hair, long and unkempt. Jagged, like it’s been cut with a dull knife before. He thinks he sees a scar over one of the boy’s eyes, though it’s hard to tell in the low lighting. He’s thin, probably malnourished, but what kid isn’t? Food is scarce and a luxury only the strong can afford to earn.

The kid sees Shota coming and freezes, eyes wide and face pale as he shrinks in in himself. The kid is quick to snap out of it though and is quickly digging in his pockets. Shota braces for an attack but it doesn’t come. Instead, the boy holds out his hand with what Shota assumes is everything he has…a half eaten granola bar, a very dull little knife, and an old bottle with a murky liquid inside-probably water from a filthy source but he’s not going to judge the kid for doing what he has to to survive.

“I ain’t got nuttin’ else. Please don’t hurt me! I’ll leave! I didn’t mean t’ trespass…”

Shota moved slowly as to not scare the child, pushing the boy’s open hand away from him and back toward the boy. “I don’t want your stuff kid, and I’m not goin on to hurt you.” Shota kept his voice calm and even, crouching down so that he was eye level with the kid. “I’m guessing you don’t have anyone if you’re out here all alone? Can I bring you home with me? It’s not much but at the very least it’s a roof over your head, regular meals, clean water, and a bed to sleep in.”

The kid studied him slowly, eyes darting up and down Shota’s body. Not sizing him up, no, there was no way that this kid thought he could take on Shota. No, this kid was searching for signs of a trader, someone who would sell anything valuable they came across, including defenseless kids with no place to call home. Shota’s heart went out to the kid. He just wanted to scoop him up and coddle him for the rest of his life, but he didn’t want to scare the kid either…that said, if the kid said no he would probably take him anyway. He wouldn’t last long on the streets with a rusty blade. Better to take him to the hideout against his will than leave him to his own devices.

“What’s it cost?” Eijirou asked, watching Shota’s face carefully for any sign of foul play.

“Well, it’s definitely not rent free.” Shota nodded, confirming the boy’s question that it did cost something. Hopefully it costing something would put the kid at ease though, he wouldn’t be expecting them to take advantage of him if he was pulling his weight. “Everyone does a little to help out. Whether that’s cleaning something, making something, or protecting the base. You won’t be expected to help out right away. We’ll let you settle in and then see about what jobs might be a good fit for you. When you get stronger, I’ll even teach you how to defend yourself. And then you won’t have to try to hide in a scrap heap again. Sound good to you?” Shota offered, holding out his hand for the boy to hopefully take.

The kid studied him for a long time before finally, slowly, accepting Shota’s hand with a small nod. “Okay.” He whispered and Shota’s heart soared at the trust the kid was putting in him! Kids were truly incredible! You could put them through hell and they’d still have the resiliency to give someone offering hope a chance. “B-but, you’re gonna have to carry me.” The boy continued and Shota cocked his head in confusion. The kid didn’t appear to be injured…and he didn’t seem like the kind to pull a prank on a stranger… “I can’t-can’t walk. My legs don’t work.” The boy admitted quietly. Shota’s soaring heart shattered. This poor kid! It was hard enough in the streets with no adult, but being unable to walk too? It was a wonder the little rat was even still alive!

“Yeah, no problem kid, I got you.” Shota replied quickly, maybe a little too quickly as the boy flinched when he scooped him up. Shota didn’t care, this kid needed a strong hug and a promise to be kept safe! He felt so much smaller than he looked, tucked into Shota’s arms and held tightly against the warm, broad chest. Shota wished his words would get through to the kid. When he said ‘I got you’ he meant it for eternity, but words were rarely enough. His actions would have to prove it to the kid.

“So does the little trash rat have a name?” Shota asked, tone teasing and playful. If Nemuri or Hizashi had been around he wouldn’t have risked it, but since he was alone with the kid he might as well try to calm him down and show that he wasn’t a stuffy adult. If Nemuri or Hizashi were here they would tease him about being so soft, thankfully they weren’t here.

Sure enough, a light blush and the tiniest of smiles crept onto the boy’s face. Shota thought the kid looked good with a smile, much better than a scared grimace. “Um, I’m Eijirou.”

“Eijirou…” Shota repeated as he racked his brain for the meaning of the name, “A strong, sturdy name for a young man. It suits you.”

“I’m not strong though…” Eijirou whimpered, burying his face in Shota’s side so that he didn’t have to look at him.

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Shota hummed, “You’ve survived this long without your legs, that sounds pretty tough to me.”

Eijirou didn’t respond to that, but Shota thought he heard something of a hopeful sigh leave the boy. Shota meant what he said. He thought the boy was quite resilient to survive in the state he was in! And with someone to protect him and teach him? There was no telling what this kid could be capable of in the future!

When Shota returned to the base, the guard on duty glanced at him with a raised brow. “Another one?” The man teased with a soft grin. He studied the small bundle in Shota’s arms before letting out a dark whistle, “Damn, he’s young.”

Shota nodded at the guard and kept walking. Eijirou had flinched and seemed to shrink back when the guard mentioned him being young. Shota didn’t want to stress the kid out any more than he had to. He quickly made his way to their makeshift infirmary, running into Nemuri and Hizashi along the way. They didn’t say anything but nodded and followed him. There was just something about the look in his eyes that told them he might need help with his newest stray.

I’m the infirmary, Shota carried Eijirou to the shower first. The kid smelled of sewage and needed to be cleaned up before they assessed him. Shota stripped both of them down and carried Eijirou into the shower. The kid was tense in his arms, probably wary about being naked in front of a naked adult. But Shota wasn’t that kind of man. He rinsed the grime from both of their bodies and held Eijirou up so that the boy could wash his own private areas. Once they were done, he handed Eijirou’s limp body to Nemuri who was quick to wrap a towel around the lad and dry him off. She took Eijirou out of the bathroom and into an examination room, placing him on the table with towel wrapped around his waist. Shota followed soon after, tugging on a set of clean clothes with a set for Eijirou under his arm.

Eijirou looked nervous, surrounded by so many adults, but he didn’t say anything about it. He picked at his nails until the doctor came in. The boy’s face paled a little as he realized Chiyo was the doctor, a female doctor, inspecting him. But he didn’t try to run or beg to not have an exam, he just sat there shaking as she pokes and prodded his limbs and took his vitals. She didn’t find anything that Shota couldn’t have figured out for himself. The kid was malnourished, had no feeling in either of his legs, but didn’t appear to have any broken bones, infected wounds, or any obvious illnesses. For a kid hiding in trash, he was surprisingly healthy. Or maybe he was just lucky?

As Chiyo left, Shota handed Eijirou the clothes and Nemuri helped Eijirou pull on the underwear and pants. Shota believed that Eijirou could probably manage on his own but it was faster to have someone help him.

“Welcome to the family, Eijirou.” Nemuri smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair when she finished helping him dress, “Look at you! You’re adorable!” Nemuri gave him one last head par before turning to leave, she and Hizashi had the next patrol. It appeared to Shota that Eijirou was fighting not to lean into her touch. Being so touch starved…Shota was glad he found the kid before someone else did. It pained him to think about someone taking advantage of this tiny angel’s hope and desire to be loved.

After Hizashi and Nemuri left, Shota took Eijirou to the base’s makeshift cafeteria. Food was rationed but at least they served three meals a day. It would be a lot better than whatever expired junk Eijirou stumbled across on the ground! Shota got two bowls, one for him and one for Eijirou, but he poured about half of Eijirou’s bowl into his own. He had a pretty good idea of what would happen if he gave the kid a full bowl. And sure enough, as soon as the older man sat the half empty bowl in front of Eijirou, it was gone. The kid practically inhaled it before it could possibly be ripped away from him! Shota merely tutted and shook his head.

“You’re gonna make yourself sick eating that fast with this much food. Slow down a little, no one is going to take it from you.” With that he poured the other half of the bowl back into Eijirou’s, but he didn’t move his hand till a few minutes had passed, giving Eijirou’s digestive track a chance to process what he’d already inhaled. To his credit, Eijirou did try to consume the second portion a little slower, but he still seemed anxious about losing the meal. Shota waited a little longer and then gave Eijirou half of his own bowl. He could afford to halve his own meal, Eijirou could use the extra calories. The boy accepted the third bowl and ate all of it, though much slower than the first two bowls as he was getting full. Full and tired. It didn’t take long for Eijirou to start fighting to keep his eyes open. Shota figured the kid probably didn’t know what it was like to be full before, and it was probably scary to be full and tired because it meant he couldn’t fight as effectively.

Shota picked Eijirou’s limo from up and carried him to his quarters. Eijirou would get his own room in due time but for now he’d be bunking with the man who brought him here. Shota tucked the little angel under the covers and wrapped his arms tightly around his small frame. He was pretty sure that Eijirou was asleep before his head ever hit the pillow. And Shota, Shota slept soundly knowing that one more stray was off the streets and was safe within his arms.

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Strays

An AU fic where the students of Class 1-A are living through the dark ages or quirk usage and every day is a struggle to survive. Aizawa is just a simple man rescuing these kids from the darkness and adopting every stray he finds. And to hell with the people that say “you can’t save them all” because dammit! Aizawa’s certainly going to try or die trying!

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Thankfully Together Day 5 Masaru Bakugo x Mitsuki Bakugo

Pairing Name: Masaki

Summary: My take on how they met. I don’t think it’s my greatest work but I’m overall at least mostly satisfied with it.

Tags: Mha, bnha, Minors DNI, Masaru Bakugo, Mitsuki Bakugo, Masaru Bakugo x Mitsuki Bakugo, breeding kink, power struggle, romantic, smut, bad office rumors, fast paced romance

3221 words

Completed One-Shots: Day 1: Izuku Midoriya x Ochaco Uraraka Day 2: Denki Kaminari x Kyoka Jiro Day 3: Enji Todoroki x Rei Todoroki Day 4: Keigo Takami x Fuyumi Todoroki

Passive Aggressive

Masaru was a quiet man. In junior high and high school, he’d always been so shy, so unsure of himself. There were a few girls that he crushed on but he never was able to work up the nerve to talk to them. In college, there was one girl he was interested in, enough so that he overcame his anxiety and actually talked to her, but she turned him down. “Girls just aren’t all that into guys like you.” She’d told him and he believed her.

So he focused on his future and his career instead. If girls weren’t into a guy like him then he’d just focus his efforts on other areas of life. Sure, he might die a virgin but he could at least adopt a kid or two, maybe. Either that or just amass a fortune, retire doing whatever he wanted, and leave the rest to charity. Maybe he’d donate it all to a hero school. He always thought it’d be cool to be a hero when he was younger but he lacked both the drive and the quirk for it.

Masaru had a good eye for design and putting aside female attraction, he had a much better work ethic than many other men in his department. He quickly became the star of his office since he actually spent his time working and not flirting with the women around the office. He worked faster and much more efficiently cutting out distractions, though it kind of bit him butt.

Though he worked well, the female employees did find him a bit creepy. He talked to them so casually! And unlike most other men he didn’t flirt with them or try to peek down their shirts or up their skirts when they bent over. It didn’t matter that he respectfully looked away, he was creepy for not being a creep. Unkind rumors spread around the office about him. Rumors that suggested because he didn’t express interest in men or women that he was into something much more taboo–pedophilia or necrophilia. He wasn’t a fool, he knew what they talked about behind his back but he couldn’t stop them so why address it?

Masaru kept his head down and kept working, ignoring the growing sense of failure he felt for his pathetic excuse of a life. It didn’t matter that he was a good man. Because he couldn’t get a girl, because he was shy, because he was respectful–he was weird and always would be.

Going through the motions, Masaru came into work on Monday and began delivering the files he’d worked on over the weekend to their respective recipients. One of them was a new hire who insisted she be called by her given name rather than her family name. She’d even sent out a memo about it! From what he could tell, she was a go-getter type of woman.

“What the hell do you want?” The woman barked when he approached her desk. He could see the way her eyes were judging him, Who’s this loser? Who does he think he is approaching ME?

“S-sorry to disturb you ma’am, Mitsuki.” He offered her a respectful bow and handed her the completed file. “I’m Bakugo Masaru, I finished the rough sketches for the new line this weekend and thought I’d go ahead and drop the file off so you could get a jump on it whenever you’re ready. I’m told you like to finish assignments as soon as they’re passed out so I figured you’d want these drafts sooner rather than later. Anyway, it’s a pleasure to meet you and I look forward to working with you.”

She accepted the file and offered him a clipped, “thanks.” She flipped through it as he walked away and was impressed at how quickly he had produced such a detailed report. She glanced up to watch him as he made his rounds about the office. The other employees hardly gave him a second glance, so this was a regular thing for him? She didn’t miss the way whispers followed him either. She frowned. Whispers weren’t good.

Mitsuki asked about him when she went out to lunch with some of the other ladies from the office. “Who’s the guy with the glasses? The one who passed out the files this morning? He introduced himself as Bakugo but what’s he like?”

“Oh, you don’t want to know about that loser!” The leader of the group squeaked in her fake-ass voice. Mitsuki had already decided to take her place later but now she liked her even less. “He’s a loner, doesn’t talk to anyone, kind of creepy…he’s probably into something illegal too!”

Mitsuki scowled at the ‘probably.’ Where was the evidence? “His reports were amazing though,” she countered, “they were really well put together.”

“Yeah, but he’s always ‘working’ and he never goes anywhere.” Another girl added, “That’s a little suspicious, wouldn’t you agree?”

Mitsuki hummed but didn’t respond. Always working was strange but not unheard of, some people were just more work oriented. She decided to do some investigating on her own.

Bakugo appeared to work late a lot, so Friday Mitsuki kept herself busy with little tasks until she saw him preparing to leave. Everyone else was already gone. She rushed and hopped on the elevator with him, the poor man visibly tensed at her presence. He didn’t tense up around the other women… Was it because she was an unknown? Or maybe…could it be that she was his type? A shy man into a dominant woman?

“So what’s your type?” She asked bluntly.

“Huh? Uh, what do you mean?” He stuttered, jumping as though he was surprised that she was talking to him.

“What’s your type? What kind of women are you into? Or do you fancy something else?” Mitsuki pressed, edging closer to him. Based on the aggressive blush on his cheeks, she believed she already had her answer. It was kind of cute how flustered he got from her presence.

“I, uh, well, I don’t–I don’t know that I’d say that I have a type then.” He muttered, looking away with a nervous gulp as her large chest brushed against his arm. “I’m, uh, I’m definitely into women though. I just-I’m not the kind of guy most girls like.”

Mitsuki begged to differ. Up close, he had nice muscle tone and smelled of nice cologne. She recognized the scent from her last boyfriend, nice stuff! He must be well off if he could afford to splurge on a good brand of cologne, which made sense given his work ethic. And there were handsome eyes behind those glasses… So he was strong, financially secure, and good-looking but a little shy? Were girls getting dumber or something? Who wouldn’t want a guy like him?

“Well, I’m not most girls, am I?” She teased and his face went full on red. She pushed closer, cornering him in the elevator and whispering in his ear, “What do you say, Masaru? Going to invite me out for a drink or something?”

He was silent, eyes wide and mouth agape as he tried not to look down at the two large, warm mounds pressing into him. The elevator dinged and opened on the bottom floor. Mitsuki pulled away from him with a disappointed frown and turned to leave. Masaru was frozen for a moment before he regained his composure and chased after her. He caught up to her just outside the door to their building.

“Um, I-if you-um, would you want to…come over?” He offered awkwardly, doubting himself at last second. What woman wanted to come over to his house? It made it sound like a booty call, right? Damn it! He screwed up didn’t he?

She stopped and walked back to him, waiting for him to lead the way. He stared at her in disbelief before guiding her to his car. He held the door open for her and she stepped in gracefully. He took a deep, stabilizing breath and sat down in the driver’s seat. He couldn’t believe he was actually taking a woman home with him!

Mitsuki was experiencing her own disbelief. For one, she was impressed that the guy actually invited her over! She didn’t think he had the balls to ask her out. And then he led her to his fucking car! A nice fucking car! And he drove her to his house. His fucking house! Not an apartment, not a condominium, not a tiny home. He owned an actual fucking house!

He escorted her inside and offered her a seat on a lovely couch as he fetched them drinks. His home was beautiful! And smelled lovely, it didn’t look or smell like a traditional bachelor’s abode.

“Here you are.” He handed her a bear and sat at the opposite end of the couch. He fidgeted with his drink a moment before glancing back at her. “Would you uh, maybe want me to rub your feet? You were in heels all day…”

Mitsuki nodded. Personally, she didn’t really care. Some girls might find it weird that he was asking to rub her feet on the first “date” but he didn’t seem sexually motivated. He appeared to be genuinely concerned about her comfort. They talked about little things as he massaged and he told her about his past and she was pissed to learn that some bitch had told him he wasn’t desirable.

She slammed her drink down, immediately catching Masaru’s attention. He had a class reunion coming up and she had an idea. “Marry me!” She demanded and he blinked in surprise.

“What?”

“Marry me!” She repeated, “And while you’re at it, you should knock me up! Imagine that bitch’s face when you show up to the class reunion with a hot, pregnant wife stepping out of a nice fucking car with a stupid successful job!”

Masaru didn’t know how to respond. So he just nodded, “Okay?”

And then she kissed him. Passionately. Sucking on his lips and tasting his tongue with a skill and fierceness he’d never witnessed in a woman before. It was her turn to blush when he effortlessly picked her up, muscles flexing deliciously as he carried her to his bed. He made no effort to be sexual, just pulled her close and held her tightly to his chest under the blankets. She liked being a strong, independent woman but moments like this were nice too. Being cradled like a delicate flower and treasured not just sexualised. She had a good feeling about marrying this man!

She woke up Saturday morning to the smell of breakfast in bed. Okay, Masaru could cook too! Someone remind her why he wasn’t already married? He was a dream guy! A real prince charming! They talked more while they ate and he seemed more open after waking up to find that she hadn’t left and wasn’t planning too.

They spent the day going on a series of rushed dates. They watched his favorite movie, then hers. They went for a hike and a picnic lunch. They went window shopping. They went to a carnival. They won each other prizes and went on rides. And when they got home, Masaru ran a bath and spoiled Mitsuki even more.

Sunday, they said their vows and formally consummated the union. Mitsuki had taken the lead, starting with a blowjob that ended much too fast. Apparently, Masaru couldn’t last long with her technique.

“Well, that could be problematic.” She frowned as he blushed in embarrassment. He was almost the perfect man. She guessed that he had to be lacking somewhere though.

He smirked through his panting and she realized, both surprised and impressed, that he was already hard again! “I-I’m not done yet!” And he certainly wasn’t!

Masaru took the lead, guiding her from the couch to the bedroom with heated kisses as they crashed into every wall on their way. He laid her down on the bed and worshiped every inch of her skin as he undressed it. He pressed into her slowly, enjoying the sensation of her heat swallowing his cock. She moaned at the stretch, hands tracing delicate patterns over his chest.

He fucked into her at a steady pace and she was starting to realize that she might have actually caught him off guard with the blow job. Now he was ready for her, or so he thought. She wrapped her legs around his waist and in one fluid motion flipped them. Now she was riding him! He gazed up at her in surprise as she smirked down at him.

He let her ride him for a bit before he grabbed her hips and made her stop. She growled in frustration and he returned her devilish look with a charming sparkle all his own. They both knew she’d been about to orgasm and he’d stopped her. She tried to rock on his cock but he held her still with a bruising grip.

“Not yet, I’m not done admiring the view.” He teased evilly, “But if you’re that desperate…maybe you could try begging?”

Mitsuki’s face burned with a mixture of rage but also school-girl type embarrassment. Was he admitting a kink? Powerful woman begging the typically shy man? If it was anyone else she would have said no, but…

Masaru returned to fucking her and stopped again once she was close. How the hell did he have this level of control when she’d barely touched him and made him cum earlier? She bit her lip and buckled down, ready to fight him. She might beg for him one day, but to hell with it! She had something to prove now! Her stamina needed to be better than his!

Mitsuki felt like a bug under a microscope the way Masaru looked at her as he fucked and teased her. Fuck her till she got close, stare at her large bouncing tits as they dangled over his face. Sweat beaded on both of them, Mitsuki from her frustration and Masaru from his concentration. Finally, Mitsuki caved.

“Ma-Masaru!” She whined, voice cracking, “Fuck me! Fuck! I wanna cum too!”

She thought it would get him moving but it didn’t. “Now Mitsuki, that’s not a very polite way to ask. Why don’t you try a ‘please’?”

Mitsuki huffed and would have rolled her eyes if she had the energy to do so. “F-Fine! Masaru,” She clenched her teeth in concentration to keep her voice even, wanting so bad to scream and curse, “would you please fuck me till I cum? Please? Make me cum so hard I see stars! Breed a baby in me! Plow your dick into my pussy till it’s all I can think of! Please! Fuck! Fuck me! Please!”

Masaru finally conceded. He released her hips and brought his hands to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, pinching and twisting her nipples. He used them to pull her down, kiss her lips and then suck on her neck. He released her nipples and one hand migrated to her clit, massaging it to the rhythm of his fucking. His free hand groped at her ass, slapping a few times but mostly just rubbing the fatty tissue. She twitched with each slap around him and he decided that would be something to explore and experiment with later.

“Mmm, I’m close, baby!” Masaru breathed heavily into her ear. The hot breath tickled her neck and made her shiver.

“Ma-Ma-sa-ru, I’m ready! I’m ready!” Mitsuki cried, clenching around him in anticipation. She was so, so close! “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please! Don’t fucking stop!”

“Say you’re my good slutty bitch!” Masaru ordered, though he didn’t actually have any plans of stopping regardless of if she said it or not.

“I’m your good slutty bitch!” She screamed, “I’m your good fucking, slutty bitch! Such a good slutty bitch!”

His cock twitched at the way she kept repeating it. That was hot! She was hot! So fucking hot! “That’s my good girl! My good bitch! Gonna cum on my cock? Cum on me! Cum on my fat cock, my little cock whore!”

Mitsuki tensed, carving scratches into Masaru’s arms as she held onto him through her orgasm. Her mouth fell open in a wordless scream as her own orgasm pushed him to completion as well.

She collapsed on him, out of breath and exhausted. “Damn!” She huffed when she finally caught her breath. “You’re…something else! Where the hell did you learn to do all that? You damn virgin!”

She could feel him smirk into her shoulder. “I read a lot.” He replied casually, “And you should know by now that I’m not a virgin anymore.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance but allowed herself to settle into his arms. What a man!

Nearly twenty years later and Mitsuki had yet to regret her decision to marry Masaru on a whim. If not for the sex, it was definitely worth it at that class reunion! The jealousy was plain as day on his male classmates’ and his female classmates’ husbands’ faces! The female classmates appeared more bitter than expired milk. It was so, so worth it!

Masaru had boasted wealth, a beautiful wife, and all-round prosperity at that reunion. His pregnant wife rocked her outfit even with a baby bump and he was practically glowing with satisfaction, protectively rubbing his wife’s stomach as she made an intentional effort to show off the large diamond and the amount of gold she was wearing. She made eye contact with every woman there as if to say “Look what you said wasn’t good enough, bitch!”

And here they were again at the class’s twenty-fifth reunion. Masaru had a few gray hairs popping up but otherwise was still in good condition, Mitsuki had the same youthful vigor about her, and their son Katsuki had passed the entrance exam and would be going to UA to become a hero. They weren’t just successful, they owned their own fucking business! Masaru still wrapped a protective arm around Mitsuki, head over heels at the way she melted into him.

Masaru stepped away to go to the bathroom, noticing one of his former classmates making a move to approach Mitsuki after he left. The guy was a doctor, rich, and his girlfriend had just left him. Masaru just smirked as he stepped into the bathroom, that guy was in for a rude awakening if he thought he could charm over Mitsuki with his money! She wasn’t that kind of woman.

What he wasn’t expecting was to return to his wife with his son choking on a drink, face turning red with laughter as the former classmate walked away with a red face and a stiff demeanor. He had no doubt that Mitsuki had shamed the guy in front of everyone, but enough so to make Katsuki choke?

“I just told him that if he could fuck me for four hours without me or him cumming and then giving me the best orgasm of my life then he could have me, because he was going to have to do better than you if he’s going to take me.” She hummed to him later that evening and Masaru felt sorry that his son had to hear that. He wasn’t choking from laughter, he was choking from hearing how his parents fucked…wonderful!

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Thankfully Together Day 4 Keigo Takami x Fuyumi Todoroki

Pairing Name: Keimi - so cute don't you think?

Summary: It was just for some recon...until it wasn't...now they've got a whole other problem on their hands!

Tags: mha, bnha, Minors DNI, Thankfully Together, Keigo Takami x Fuyumi Todoroki, Hawks x Fuyumi Todoroki, Keigo Takami, Hawks, Fuyumi Todoroki, smut, romance, little bit of angst, fluff, gradual romance, adults getting in trouble, dirty talk, minor stalking, attention seeking behavior

2405 words

Completed One-Shots: Day 1: Izuku Midoriya x Ochaco Uraraka Day 2: Denki Kaminari x Kyoka Jiro Day 3: Enji Todoroki x Rei Todoroki

Frosty Feathers

It started as a fling, if even that. Hawks wanted more information about the number one hero before he started working with the man. What better way than to get close to his kids? He offered Shoto an internship but the kid turned him down. He tried to talk to Natsuo “in passing” but the guy had no interest in talking to heroes whatsoever. Touya, Endeavor’s oldest, was dead. And his wife was in a mental hospital…interesting but it kept him from approaching her. So that just left him with Fuyumi. That was fine, girls loved to talk and he was an attractive young man. He should be able to learn everything he needed from her.

So Hawks started focusing his research on Fuyumi. She was a teacher, frequented a cheap coffee place every morning on the way to work, and she was super friendly to everyone on her morning and after-school routines. She appeared to be the active housekeeper of the Todoroki household too, if the grocery bags and cleaning items she bought were anything to go by. She could work for him, this was going to be too easy!

He “bumped” into her one late afternoon at the store. She was buying supplies for her class. He helped her carry the armload to the register, paid for her (even though neither of them were hurting financially), walked her to her car and held the door for her like a gentleman. All the while, he rambled about how he thought teachers were underpaid and underappreciated.

And Fuyumi soaked it in. She melted at the affection, he could see her eyes softening, her shoulders relaxing. She laughed and smiled and conversed with him, sighing sadly when they made it back to her car and she thought their time together was near an end. By his observations, she was starved for attention but there was also something else. Something he couldn’t place his finger on. He knew it was risky, but he invited her out for coffee that weekend. In a heartbeat, she agreed.

They were just supposed to be friends. Hawks never intended for anything more. They went out for coffee and he was able to determine what the something was that he couldn’t place earlier in the week. For as much as loved and cared for her father, she also resented him for some reason and didn’t want to be defined as “Endeavor’s daughter.” Her coworkers were nice enough and the people she saw on a day-to-day basis were friendly but none actually made an effort to be friends with her simply because she was a Todoroki. So the fact that he talked to her after bumping into her and offered to take her out for coffee “just to talk” swept her off her feet.

He was planning to let her down gently after he started working with Endeavor, planned on telling her that work was going to keep him away and they wouldn’t be able to meet for a while. He would fade out of her life and she would be none the wiser. That’s what he planned on anyway, reality had a far different outcome. The outcome where he felt bad about disappearing so he sent her flowers at work, because he knew she’d be embarrassed if he sent them to her home. The outcome where he felt guilty about using her so he followed her to make sure she was okay…until she caught him in the act.

She had the eyes of a huntress when she stared at him from afar. She walked into a back alley and he followed because, despite being a hero, he was scared of the look in her eyes. He wasn’t ready when she fisted his shirt and slammed him into the brick wall behind him, smirking as she casually mentioned that she had her father teach her self-defense. No wonder she pinned him so easily! And then she kissed him, soft lips and tongue exploring his chafed, wind-burnt lips. Pressed against him as she was, soft hips, soft boobs, soft everything but with so much fiery intensity that he could scarcely believe she was the same Fuyumi.

When she pulled away, she was back. Eyes full of uncertainty but still holding hope. “Stay with me.” Her small voice begged and in his heart he couldn’t find it in him to turn away.

So he went with her. Followed her home, went in Endeavor’s house, and slept in Endeavor’s daughter’s bed. He wasn’t really concerned about being caught. He knew Endeavor was working that night and Natsuo wouldn’t disturb his sister, Shoto was at UA and her mother was in a hospital. It did feel strange though, to sleep in another hero’s house without them knowing.

Hawks wasn’t sure that Fuyumi was actually into him. Sure they had sex and sure they found each other attractive but they weren’t really serious. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they fucked. Fuyumi wasn’t the first girl he’d ever slept with and Hawks wasn’t the first guy she’d ever slept with. Besides, he hadn’t even told her his real name…not that it mattered. He went by Hawks so often that sometimes he thought that was his real name.

And then…the hospital…the fight with Shigaraki, the discovery of One for All and the truth behind Dabi’s origin, and the horrors that Hawks didn’t know had occurred within the Todoroki household. He knew it had never been sunshine, but damn… He wasn’t sure if he felt worse for Endeavor or his family, the abuser and the victims were being put in the spotlight and interrogated by the media.

Fuyumi called and despite his exhaustion and despite almost losing his wings, Hawks went to her. She held him so carefully, ran hands through his hair, hummed pretty little songs, wept into his chest and dampened his bandages. She was so nervous, so scared. He didn’t think he meant that much to her. They’d discussed this, they weren’t really a thing. They were just using each other. Still, he reached to comfort her. She batted him away.

“I-I don’t know how,” She started nervously, sucking in an anxious breath, “but I’m pregnant. You’re the only person I’ve slept with…”

Well, shit! The sky was literally falling and now this. Guess he should have expected it. Condoms weren’t 100% effective…still, he kind of expected her to be on a pill or something. In hindsight, maybe he should have clarified that. He wasn’t sure what to say to her either. They’d established that they weren’t serious, there was no obligation for him to stay, but she was clearly attached…and maybe he was too? Knowing that a part of him was growing in her… Fuck! It was terrifying and exhilarating! His father had never really been present and her father had kind of screwed stuff up, it would be kind of poetic if he wasn’t involved at all…but he didn’t want to be.

He didn’t think Fuyumi needed a serious response. She needed him. So in a truly Hawks fashion, he smirked and offered her a witty, “I guess I better not die then.” If looks could kill, she would have murdered him then but his lighthearted demeanor seemed to cheer her up.

They heard the door open but neither were afraid. They knew Endeavor didn’t disturb his kids when their doors were closed. Still, Hawks rose from the bed and walked toward the door. Fuyumi eyed him curiously.

“Well…I think I’m going to go fill your dad in. He should know what he’s fighting for. Wish me luck!” He marched out the door with a goofy salute and Fuyumi giggled at the surprised “what the-” that came from her father’s mouth in the other room.

Her amusement was short lived as another voice followed up in a tone that told her she was in trouble, regardless of her age and being able to make her own decisions. Her mother’s voice was stern and demanding, “Fuyumi!” Crap! Dad wasn’t the one they really had to worry about…her mother was a whole other storm!

~ flash back ~

(the night of their child’s conception)

The room was hot and smelled like sex, stuffy almost. Hawks and Fuyumi were both drenched in sweat and each other’s sex. Well, Hawks was drenched in her sex. Hawk’s stuff was being poured into condoms. He’d been through two already and was on his third. Fuyumi really could milk him for everything he was worth!

And speaking of milk…two lovely, thick and bouncy boobs were dangling in front of his face as she rode him. Soft, squishy, and cool to the touch despite the sweat that beaded on her skin. Beautiful, bouncy boobs. Pretty pink little nipples pebbled in front of him, making his mouth water as they were just out of his tongue’s reach.

Fuyumi had set a hard pace in her efforts to cum, an accomplishment she had yet to achieve. She’d already pulled two loads out of him, pausing to change condoms afterwards to avoid rips that could potentially get her pregnant. But she had yet to get her own release. Her face looked pained as she humped him, riding him like a horse across a wide open plain. She slowed to a stop just short of his third orgasm.

“I-I’m sorry,” She panted breathlessly, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m close, I just can’t…I don’t know why. I keep getting close and then I lose it.”

Hawks reached a hand up to caress her face. He usually let her take control because she liked to ride him, and if he was being honest he quite liked to be ridden. It pinned his wings beneath him, forced him to stay still, and the view of the big bouncing tits in front of him made it all that much more worth it! But it didn’t seem like that was going to cut it for Fuyumi today. No problem, he was an ambidextrous man and he lived to please.

He slid his one hand from her face to the back of her neck, the other wrapped around her back and pulled her close. Then he flipped them, pushing her into the blankets. He used his feather’s to pin her in place, arms over her head, legs pushed up and spread as far and wide as they could go. One hand rested next to her side, supporting his weight, and the other wrapped around her neck. He didn’t really squeeze, more like held, applying just enough pressure to give a threatening warning.

“Fucking bitch!” He teased, ruthless eyes gazing down into her teary eyes and sending shivers down her spine. He could feel her clench around him at the way he spoke to her. “Use my cock, make me cum like that and then can’t even be bothered to cum herself! Just a needy little slut aren’t you? Need me to breed you? Knock you up like the sexy little whore you are?” He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, nibbling on her lobe and down her neck afterwards. He was careful not to leave any marks because they didn’t want people to know, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t tease her sensitive skin a little.

“Ha-Ha-Hawks!” She moaned, “Y-yes! I-I’m y-your d-d-ir-ty little, s-sexy, s-slutty b-b-itch! B-breed me! P-please! I need more!”

He was happy to give it! Going as hard and as fast as he could manage, flicking her nipples with his feathers. He felt himself getting close and nipped at her lip. “You better fucking cum! You better fucking cum or else your not cumming at all!” He commanded with a growl. “You ready baby? You want my fucking cum?”

“Yes! Yes! I want it!” She nodded desperately. He squeezed her neck a little tighter and grinned when her pussy clenched tighter.

“Good girl! Good girl! You’re gonna cum in three…” His hips started to stutter but he kept going. “Two…” She whined and writhed under him, twitching and shaking like she was being shocked. She was desperate and he was close, this had to work! “One!” He grunted, plunging as deep as he could go and rocking into her as he rode out his final orgasm. He was so blissed out by the feeling that he forgot to pay attention to her.

He collapsed on top of her, cock going limp inside her as he caught his breath and released her from his feathers. When he could finally think straight again, he pulled out and looked at her questioningly. “Did you cum? You felt so good I got distracted.”

Fuyumi nodded, eyes cloudy. She looked like how he felt, like he’d just run a marathon. Did she cum that hard? He shrugged, tugging the condom off and tossing it in the trash bin on his way to the bathroom for a cloth to clean her up with. Once they were both mostly clean, Hawks slipped back into the bed for cuddles.

“We should do that more often.” Fuyumi sighed in content. “I think I like dirty talk.”

“Yes ma’am! My icey little sex queen.” Hawks teased lightly, kissing her forehead before pulling back with a frown. He needed to remember to keep this casual. Don’t get attached.

When Fuyumi woke the next morning, Hawks was already gone but that didn’t really surprise her. They weren’t really serious, though she wouldn’t mind if they were something more. He was attractive and seemed to be a good man. She stretched and made her way to the bathroom, glancing at the trash bin to see if it needed emptied as she relieved herself. It didn’t register then what she was actually looking at, her brain just assumed it was lotion. Until thirty minutes later when she was remembering her passionate night over breakfast and it hit her. She hadn’t put any lotion in the trashcan! She ran back to the bathroom and checked…the cum had leaked out of the condom…but where? It was tied off…surely it didn’t… She took a shaky breath to calm herself. It probably just ripped when he was taking it off. And even if a little did get inside her, she was fairly certain she was outside of the fertile window. It would be fine!

Or at least that’s what she told herself until she missed her period…and the next one…and then the doctor told her otherwise. Well…shit!

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Thankfully Together Day 3 Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x Rei Todoroki

Pairing Name: Enei

Summary: Rei comes home for the first time in over ten years and she has a few ideas about how to make a comeback.

Tags: mha, bnha, Minors DNI, Thankfully Together, Enji Todoroki, Endeavor, Rei Todoroki, Enji Todoroki x Rei Todoroki, Endeavor x Rei Todoroki, Fuyumi Todoroki, Natsuo Todoroki, Shoto Todoroki, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Smut, Passionate Sex, Self-Doubt, Hurt/Comfort, Rebuilding Relationships

1698 words

Completed One-Shots: Day 1: Izuku Midoriya x Ochaco Uraraka Day 2: Denki Kaminari x Kyoka Jiro

Infernal Avalanche

Rei hadn’t been home in over ten years and she wasn’t sure what to expect when she got home, but it certainly wasn’t this. Enji was a shell of the man she once knew. Fuyumi ran the house, Natsuo was the rebellious teenager, Shoto was the undisputed man of the house, and Enji was nothing more than the breadwinner. She knew things had to have changed when she left, but this was nothing like what she expected.

Fuyumi was a great cook now, she’d heard of her daughter’s cooking in the hospital but the hospital had a policy about food and so she’d never been able to try her daughter’s cooking till now. It was honestly better than anything she remembered preparing for her children. Enji was quiet at dinner until Fuyumi managed to get Shoto talking who pulled in Rei and Natsuo, Enji was the last one to speak up and it scared Rei. She knew that look, the look of someone who was about to snap. The look she’d worn before she snapped.

When they went to bed, Rei followed Enji instead of going to the guest bedroom. He was frozen in place when he realized she had followed him, though a part of that might have been from the predatory look in her eyes. The same look he used to have when he was actively trying to create a powerful child. For every step she took forward, he took one step back until he was falling onto the bed and she was climbing on top of him.

“Rei?” Enji’s voice wavered with uncertainty, “What are you doing?”

“I want a baby.” Rei replied, tone emotionless as always. She started tugging at his shirt and he reached to grab her wrists and stopped her, holding back at the last moment like he was afraid to touch her.

“Wait, Rei, what?” His voice was panicked, “Rei, I don’t think-”

“Don’t think.” Rei warned, “I’ve missed out on ten years of my children’s lives, not that the time I did get to spend with them was all that great. I want another baby. I want to see them grow up. I know you’re scared after screwing up with the kids we already have, but I want to try again. Are you going to give me another baby or am I going to have to go to someone else?”

Enji was silent for a moment but eventually he nodded. “Okay.”

Now that she had permission, Rei ripped his shirt off and tugged off his shorts and boxers. She was a little disappointed to see that he really wasn’t all that hard. In the past doing anything even a little bit sexy could turn him, but then…back then he had a reason to get hard fast. She glanced up at him to see him looking away and biting his lip like she had their first time, a virgin girl nervous and unsure of what to expect for her first time.

“You're too tense, relax.” She assured him as she stripped off her own clothes. “Just…watch me.” His face turned a deep red at her teasing and using his own words against him like that. She peppered his member with soft kisses and kitten licks until he was hot and hard in her hands. She stroked him a few times before descending on him with her mouth. He threw his head back with a moan and Rei felt…prideful? She, a small and weak woman, was making the flame hero melt in her hands. It was empowering!

Rei focused on her quirk and cooled her mouth so that the heat surrounding Enji’s cock quickly turned ice cold. Despite his best efforts to keep his composure, the sudden sensitivity caused him to buck into her mouth. She gagged once and he gripped the sheets in an effort to keep from doing it again. “R-Rei,” He moaned, “n-never thought of…using y-your quirk l-like this…”

She pulled off of his member and leaned up to whisper her icey breath in his ear, making him shiver in a chilling combination of anticipation, fear, and cold. “Mmm, I’ve had ten years in a hospital to think of all sorts of stuff…you wanna see what else I’ve thought of doing?” Enji swallowed nervously and nodded, though he wasn’t actually sure. He’d be lying if he said that Rei’s confidence didn’t turn him on a bit.

Rei supported herself on Enji’s chest with one hand and used the other to position him, sliding down onto his member and drooling at the heat of it. She didn’t remember him being this hot in the past and she wondered if he was mimicking her and using his quirk to enhance the experience. She retaliated by thumbing her hands over his nipples, chilling them to make them more sensitive. Her hands splayed over his chest, using him as a support to give her leverage to fuck herself on him. He was happy to let her.

“F-fuck, Rei! I wanna kiss you!” Enji huffed desperately. Rei was in awe of the way he was holding back, head thrown back as his hands clenched the sheets. He wasn’t going to touch her unless she told him that it was okay. She clenched around him, strongly aroused by the oh-so powerful Enji Todoroki, the great Endeavor, asking for permission before he touched her. It made her feel like a schoolgirl sharing her first kiss!

Rei stopped her movements and looked him dead in the eye, “Kiss me then.” Before she could start humping him again, he bolted up and kissed her. One hand fisted her hair while the other rested on her hip, lightly tugging at her hair and lifting her a few inches off his cock to slam her back down. She opened her mouth to moan and he stuck his tongue inside, tasting every inch of her as he ground into her. He hadn’t figured out her weak spot until Shoto was conceived, maybe a little before or after. He remembered when he first found it though. When he hit it by accident and she clenched so tightly around him that he thought he would cum right then and there. So he hit it again and again, driving her wild and him closer to finishing. He had a mission back then, to bear a child with both quirks as fast as possible, but now he had a different mission in mind. Make Rei feel good. In the past it didn’t matter if she came, as long as he did and got her pregnant. Now things were different.

Enji held Rei close to him, her skin like ice against him. He fucked her at a slow but deliberate pace, aiming to have her melting in his grasp from the pleasure. His tongue and lips migrated from her lips, down her neck, to her nipples. She tossed her head back as he tasted her and brought both of her hands to his hair, running cool fingers across his head and making him shiver with delight as she melted under him. Hot tongue, hot touch, hot cock–all had her burning up from the pleasure. Meanwhile her icey breath, cool touch, and frozen demeanor had Enji twitching from how sensitive it made him.

A firm hand held Rei close as he switched their positions, his mouth never leaving Rei’s chest and her hands never leaving his hair. Once she was repositioned, he moved one hand to pinch at her unoccupied nipple and the other went to massage her clit. Rei squirmed under his touch and rocked into him as he thrust into her. She could feel the cord inside her winding up, getting tighter and tighter.

“Fuck! En-jiii! Oh, fuck!” Rei screamed as her orgasm crashed into her like the reality of what she had done when she had poured boiling water on her son’s face. She threw her head back into the pillows and bucked into Enji’s final thrusts, clawing and marking at his back as she scrambled for something to hold on to as she rode out her orgasm. Maybe it was because she’d been nearly ten years without sex, but this felt like the strongest orgasm she’d ever had before.

“Fuck, Rei! You’re so fucking beautiful!” Enji gasped as he collapsed next to her, arm resting over her stomach while he lay face-down next to her.

Rei glanced over at him and rolled to her side under the arm of her husband. She traced the muscles of his back and hummed, “That was the best sex I’ve had in ten years.” Enji huffed and turned his head to look at her, he didn’t seem to appreciate the joke as nothing but sorrow filled his eyes.

“I don’t deserve you.” His voice cracked and Rei felt like she was in one of those situations where you took one step forward and three steps back. The sex wasn’t just for her, it was supposed to encourage him. But here he was doubting himself again not even thirty seconds after fucking her. That was going to have to change!

“Enji.” Rei said firmly, meeting his gaze with more confidence than she could have ever mustered in the past, “I love you. That’s all that matters, to me at least.”

The next morning wasn’t as awkward as Rei thought it would be. She expected her children to somehow miraculously know that she had sex with their father, that they had sort of made amends and were planning to move forward together. Fuyumi went about her usual routine, Natsuo ignored Enji’s existence, and then Shoto stumbled in and looked at her and Enji with a blank face and a very serious voice, “Next time, you guys should get a hotel or something.”

Their youngest son continued on to get breakfast while Enji and Rei stood frozen in horror, Fuyumi and Natsuo with mouths agape and wide eyes. Fuyumi was the first to recover, not saying anything but smiling and nodding in satisfaction. She was eager to see the family come back together after all these years. Natsuo’s reaction, on the other hand, was a little more…extreme.

“You did what?!”

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Thankfully Together Day 2 Denki Kaminari x Kyoka Jiro

Pairing Name: Deka

Makes me think of deca, the measurement. And I think of their love lasting for ten thousand years. Yeah, I ship these two hard!

Summary: Denki and Kyoka are trying for kids and end up in a bit of a situation, but everything’s okay as long as they have each other.

Tags: Mha, bnha, minors DNI, Denki Kaminari x Kyoka Jiro, Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro, bondage, smut, fluff, Thankfully Together

4392 words

Completed Thankfully Together One-Shots: Day 1: Izuku Midoriya x Ochaco Uraraka

Day 3: Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x Rei Todoroki

In My Arms

Denki isn’t sure how he landed Kyoka as his girl, it just seemed to happen, but somehow he did. They’re a surprisingly powerful couple both off and on the hero battlefield. When they graduated, a fellow electric type hero offered her agency to the young blond. She was ready to retire and she wanted to pass it off to someone with a similar quirk. He gratefully accepted, but he had a contract written up to share the agency with his partner. A 49/51 split, with Kyoka getting the 51. The only catch? An engagement ring fastened to the pen he gave her to sign it with. She made fun of him for years about his cheesy way of proposing but he didn’t care. She didn’t say no and that was all that mattered to the blond.

It’s been a few years since then. Denki and Kyoka are happily married and are now actively trying for kids. They probably do the deed at least once a day, on average two or three times a day. In an attempt to keep things spicy, they’ve been exploring each other’s kinks. The biggest turn on for both of them is a power struggle for who gets to top. Will Denki fuck Kyoka into the bed or will she ride him into next week?

This battle for dominance is how Denki has found himself in his current predicament, wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts with one of Kyoka’s vibrators up his ass and her nipple clamps on him instead of her. She’s tied it all off with a blindfold so that he can’t tell the time and a ballgag in his mouth so that he can’t talk to Siri. He doesn’t have any patrols for the next few days which means she can go a little rough on him. It’s not something he’s particularly keen on, but it makes her happy so he goes along with it. Even if he doesn’t like it, he’s crazy about Kyoka and will let her do just about whatever she pleases with him. Even binding him to the bed while she goes to work and leaving him in a state where he can’t finish himself off. It’s payment for the night before, when she told him she had to get up early but he pinned her in the shower and fucked her anyway.

He’d slept in that morning, completely oblivious to the woman maneuvering his body so that she could bind him like this. She was probably laughing at him at work, thinking of how the nipple clamps wouldn’t hurt at first but over the course of an eight hour work day would painfully pinch the perky nubs and cause him to squirm more on the vibrator. The vibrator itself isn’t anything fancy and is kind of on the smaller side. She left it set on it’s lowest setting, knowing it would be just enough to stimulate him but not enough to get off easy. Not that getting off would be easy to begin with without the use of his hands. She’s left Denki stuck in a dilemma and she knows it. If he gets hard now he’s got two options–find an angle that presses the vibe in deeper to hit his prostate so that he can cum from his ass or try to stay as still as possible and not get a hard, painful boner. Both options make him nervous. If he cums, it’ll be dry and sticky on his body by the time she gets home and the vibe won’t stop…meaning he could very easily be pushed into overstimulation. On the other hand, he can try to stay as still as possible and not get turned on and if he does get turned on try to ignore it and not cum but that’s asking a lot of an energy type like him who can’t easily sit still. He knows it’s going to be a long day waiting for Kyoka to get home!

When Kyoka gets home, she enters the bedroom to find Denki’s stomach is coated in his release. By the amount and texture, she’s guessing he came twice. Some of it is mostly dry, the rest looks fresh which is confirmed by the still semi-hard cock twitching on his stomach. He doesn’t seem to have heard her enter, so she takes the opportunity to both surprise and torment him. She silently creeps forward and descends on his sensitive cock with her warm, inviting mouth. He immediately jerks on his bindings and screams through the gag. She knows what he’s saying though, he’s begging for her to give him a break, but he’s not going to get one after the stunt he pulled yesterday!

“You taste so good, baby.” She hums devilishly around his cock, knowing the vibrations will drive him wild. He whimpers in response. He knows that if he doesn’t get her fucking him soon then she’s going to tease and edge him for a while, and he knows her weakness is his whimpers. She could smack him for employing such an obvious tactic but they’re both exhausted and unlike him she hasn’t had the pleasure of enjoying herself all day. So after lubing him up with her spit, she slid up his body and removed the gag and blindfold.

Denki gazed lovingly through blurry eyes up at his wife, working his jaw to relieve some of the tension that had built up from being pried open all day. She gave him a passionate kiss before hopping off the bed to strip. Why should her husband be the only one comfortably naked?

“How was work?” The blond rasped in a weak voice, he sounded more tired than she thought he’d be.

“Exhausting.” She replied, teasing him by slowly removing her clothing and watching him watch her strip. He never seemed to get tired of seeing her naked body, it made her feel like a precious gem. Valued. “How was your day?”

“Exhausting.” he croaked, forcing his signature sly grin, “Your, uh, vibe is outta juice.”

“Oh? Why didn’t you just use your quirk to recharge it?” Based on the blank face he gave her, she guessed he hadn’t.

“Kind of asking a lot of me to think of that when all the blood is in my dick not my brain.” His laugh was nervous, self-conscious about being “dumb.” She changed the subject to keep him at ease.

“Would you have cum a third time if it hadn’t died?” She crawled on top of him and hovered over his cock, watching the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed in anticipation of what was to come.

“Uh, I-uh, probably? It died before the second orgasm…” His eyes were glued to where her pussy just barely hovered over the head of his leaking cock. He couldn’t wait for her to sit on him!

She paused in her descent and cocked her head curiously at him. “Wait, so then how did you cum the second time if it died before you could cum?”

“I, uh, got desperate.” He blushed, looking away from her in embarrassment. Her gut clenched at the idea of him squirming in his bindings until he was finally able to find an angle that allowed him to jab the dead vibrator into his prostate, allowing him to finish one last time. She should have left a recorder to tape him squirming, she could have watched that a million times over and still not get tired of it.

“You ready to go one more time?” She asked, leaning in so that her lips grazed his own.

If she hadn’t been listening for his response, she might have missed it with how quietly he whimpered, “I’ll be fine.” The small voice was one of his tells. He’d never actually admit to being close to done, he was a guy with male pride and all, but going quiet was something she had learned over the years that he did when he was reaching his limit. He likely only had one more good round in him before he was done for the day. So she’d have to finish herself off quickly or else she’d be finishing by herself.

Kyoka grabbed his cock, earning a small whine from the blond under her, and easily slid his member into her. He grunted at the stimulation, scrunching his face and biting his lip at how sensitive he was. He instinctively tried to reach up and hold her close to him but the bindings stopped him. “Aww, you wanna hold me, baby? But you look so cute spread out, exposed, and naked under me.” She looked down at him with a smirk, one hand supporting herself on his stomach and the other reaching forward to give an experimental tug to the nipple chain. Denki’s head fell back into the pillows in a long, hot moan that she could have listened to on repeat as she ground her hips on him. “You know, everyone thinks girls have the sensitive nipples but I think if we’re just going off of you then guys are actually more sensitive.” She thumbed over the abused numbs, twisting the clamps a little and earning a mixed moan of pain and pleasure.

Denki’s hands twisted in their bindings so that he could fist the sheets. His voice came out a broken whine, “T-that’s not fair…they’re b-been on for hours, anyone would be sensiti-ahhh!” Kyoka gave another light tug to the clamps, cutting him off.

“You good?” She asked seriously, taking note of his forming tears. Degradation wasn’t something he was super into but he knew it turned her on and he’d do anything for her. Still, Kyoka didn’t want to cross any boundaries. They’d set up a safeword for him for whenever she wanted to dom, he had yet to use it though.

“I’m good.” He replied through a shaky breath. “Keep going.”

She smiled proudly and cupped his chin, he desperately leaned into the touch. He’d been touch starved all day and now he wanted nothing more than to feel his wife, he didn’t care if she found him needy. He just wanted her. She gave the clamps a slightly sharper tug and relished the way he bucked up into her, cock twitching inside her. “You’ve left these on me four hours before and you’ve never heard me complain.” She teased, twirling the chain teasingly around her fingers.

“Oh-ah! Kyoooka!” He moaned heavily, “I wanna make you cum, make me cum. I want to kiss you, kiss me-”

Kyoka smashed her lips into his and slammed into his cock at a hard, relentless pace. Even though he was pinned down, she let him take the lead with the kiss. The coil in her stomach tightened as he sucked on her lower lip. She considered herself lucky to have married such a sexy, erotic man who would let her do this to him. He was so fun to tease, so perfect for her! 

As she rode him and felt her climax approaching, she gripped the nipple clamp chain in one hand and reached behind her to grasp the dead vibrator in his ass. She felt his cock jump inside her and his tears finally started to fall in anticipation of what was coming. When the cord finally snapped in Kyoka, she threw her head back and screamed Denki’s name as she yanked the clamps off of him and the dead vibe out of him. Feeling Kyoka clench around him along with the sudden stimulation of his ass and nipples had him jerking and bucking into her not even a second after her. They rocked into each other softly as they came down from their shared high.

“I love you.” Kyoka breathed happily, kissing his neck and lips and licking away the tear tracks on his cheeks. She carefully pulled off of him and peppered kisses down his arms, releasing his wrists from their confines before doing the same with his legs and ankles.

“I…love…you…too…” Denki whispered slowly. Usually he would immediately sit up and jump on her for cuddles after a bondage session like this, but he was uncharacteristically still this time. She pushed herself up from his feet back to his face. He was desperately fighting to keep his eyes open, his fingers twitching uselessly as he tried to lift his arms to pull her closer but lacking the energy to do so.

“Go to sleep, babe.” Kyoka whispered in his ear, “I’ve got you.” He whined in protest but she cut him off with another kiss. “I got to come home and enjoy myself with you looking all cute for me. I don’t need anything else, let me take care of you. Go to sleep.”

He would have loved to argue but he seriously lacked the energy to do so. Of course, it didn’t help that Kyoka was massaging his body to help him relax which was lulling him closer and closer to sleep. She pulled his head to her chest and he happily melted in her boobs. He never understood why she was so self-conscious about her chest, her boobs were just the right size for laying on. Not too flat and bony or too full to be awkward to lay on and difficult to get comfortable on. She was perfect!

When Denki woke up, hours later, he was bound again. Thankfully, this time there was no vibrator in his ass to tease him. No vibrator, no clamps–just his wrist bound behind his back and his ankles tied together while he lay under freshly cleaned sheets. The smell of bubble bath and scented oils surrounded him. It seemed that Kyoka had bathed him sometime after he passed out. She truly was something else!

As though summoned just by thinking of her, Kyoka walked into the room a few moments later. She smirked when she saw that her husband was finally awake and came to kneel next to the bed, messing with his hair in a loving gesture. “Good morning, baby.” She hummed pleasantly, “Did you sleep well?”

Denki nodded. “I’m still in the dog house, huh?” He asked in a playful tone but in reality he was a bit nervous. Kyoka had a kinky side, sure, but she’d never left him tied up this long before. She always released him after she fucked him, giving him an opportunity to dom her before she topped him again. Her leaving him bound like this was a tad unsettling. But, he trusted her. She’d never crossed a boundary before and if he asked her to stop he knew she would. Still…being punished this long just for fucking her once while she was tired? Surely she wasn’t that upset…was she?

“For now. You hungry?” WIthout waiting for an answer, she grinned devilishly and pulled his naked body from the bed, effortlessly carrying him into the kitchen. He was always impressed by how strong she was despite her slight form!

She placed him on the edge of the table instead of a chair and fed him a nice, filling breakfast. It heightened his anxiety a bit because she’d never kept him tied so long that she had to feed him herself. This was a first. Normally, he would have expected it to be a new kink she wanted to try, but they usually talked to the other about trying a kink before they actually did it. So he wasn’t sure what to make of this.

After he took the last bite of his meal, Kyoka pushed the plate to the side and pulled Denki closer to the edge of the table. “I’m starving too. You gonna feed me?” She teased as she pushed his legs up so that she could slide in between them. She scooted her chair up close enough that the back of her chair kept his legs spread and put her face inches from his cock. The blond had a pretty good idea of where this was headed and it had his member quickly growing hard at the thought.

Her hands kneaded circles on his ass and down his thighs while her mouth licked, sucked, and kissed at his hard member and balls. She set a fast, merciless pace that had him curling in over her, desperately wishing his hands could hold her. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to hold her closer or still so that he could catch his breath. He bit his lip, trying to hold back, but he was putty in her hands with her sucking on his tip and cradling and gently tugging at his balls. She had him cumming in her mouth in less than a minute, or maybe it was two. Either way, Denki flushed with embarrassment at finishing so fast. Kyoka didn’t tease him about it, surprisingly. She just cleaned him up and carried him back to bed.

Denki watched as Kyoka changed into her hero costume. Since he didn’t have any patrols for a few days, he suspected that she was going to take advantage of the time to leave him tied up. He would have liked to stretch his limbs, but for her he would sacrifice his off days to give her satisfaction. He was here as long as she needed him, even if it meant enduring a longer than usual bondage session. If she needed to blow off steam by domming him, so be it.

He drifted off to sleep again shortly after she left. When he woke up again, it was dark. He called out for his wife but didn’t get a response. He rolled over and went back to sleep, she’d wake him when she got home.

The next morning, Denki woke up to a growling stomach. Fuck! How long had he been out? Where was Kyoka? Why hadn’t she come to check on him? His mouth was dry, whether from thirst or fear he couldn’t tell. He wasn’t sure what to make of the situation. It was very unlike his wife to not check up on him, especially when she was wanting to leave him tied up.

Nature and thirst calling to him, Denki wiggled his way out of bed and slowly shuffled to the bathroom. He chose first to turn on the faucet with his chin and take several long drinks of water, cooling his mouth and quenching his thirst. Then he hobbled over to the toilet. Thankfully or unthankfully, Kyoka hadn’t redressed him so he didn’t have to struggle out of boxers or pants to use the bathroom. On the other hand, with his hands bound behind his back he couldn’t exactly aim which meant he had to modify his stance to make sure he didn’t drip outside the toilet. It was a bit of a hassle, but he managed.

His next stop was the kitchen. He was moving at a snail’s pace with his feet tied together, but he eventually got there. He opted for a simple meal of bread, cheese, and some diced fruit from the refrigerator. Basically, anything he could eat without his hands…even if it meant eating like a dog. Humiliation pushed the boundaries of what he was comfortable with, thankfully Kyoka wasn’t here to witness his shame. If she was here, this would be the first time he invoked his safeword. He could a vibrator up his ass, a cock ring till his dick stung, eating out Kyoka’s pussy till he was desperate for air, choking, clamps, whips, gags, blindfolds, edging, overstim… But humiliation? Helplessness? It reminded him too much of his Junior High days where he was degraded every day for being dumb or useless with his quirk.

By the time it got dark again, Denki was on the brink of a mental meltdown. He worked through  quick breaths, grateful for the hero training that taught him how to deal with panic attacks. It was impossible for him not to think of Junior High, not to think of the time the cutest girl in school tricked him, not to think of how she lured him out behind the playground or how several older kids were lying in wait for him. They stripped him down and tied him to a basketball post where they proceeded to mock him for hours on end and forced him to charge their phones so that they could keep filming his torture. Eventually they got bored and left him there, long after dark a police officer on patrol found him and brought him home but they couldn’t stop the shame and humiliation he endured afterward. While the police managed to round up most of the kids involved and confiscate most of the videos and pictures taken, a few slipped through the cracks and came back to haunt him every now and then.

He’d told Kyoka about the incident, one night when he was drunk off his ass and his inhibition was long out the window. She teased him a lot throughout high school but when it came to sex and bondage she always promised to keep the humiliation light. She promised to never leave him, not like those kids had. Sure there wasn’t an audience to mock him in his compromising position but still… Where was Kyoka? He was starting to get scared!

Denki had never been one to cry in front of others, not even during the Junior High incident. He was a coward, not a cry baby. But now he was scared, like really scared. Kyoka would abuse the shit out of him but never like this. Something had to be wrong! His body shook as he tried to pull his hands out of the cuffs. He pulled until he could feel skin ripping and blood trickling down his hands but try as he might he just couldn’t pull himself free. He cried silent tears of defeat. He was exhausted and scared. He wanted his wife, he wanted Kyoka!

His sleep was troubled that night as he would doze off only to awaken and remember his situation. He’d struggle some more despite the pain in his wrists until he exhausted himself and drifted off again. He lay in the bed, stuck in a daze. What would his friends think when they came looking for him? When they found him naked and bound?

He never heard the door open, but he did eventually hear heavy footsteps approaching the bedroom. He wondered who it would be. Bakugo or Kirishima? He was honestly hoping for Kirishima, Bakugo would never let him hear the end of this! Turns out, it was neither.

“Oh, Denki…” Kyoka’s sweet voice was music to his ears but her tone was sad, pained. He turned his head to look at her, to snap some witty remark about her leaving him when she said she never would but nothing came out. She looked like shit! “I’m sorry, oh Denki I’m sorry!” He’d never known his wife to cry but she couldn’t hold back her sobs as she quickly rushed to remove his bindings. She was extra careful not to graze the cuts on his wrists.

“I missed you.” Denki finally got out, voice cracking and breaking his cocky persona.

“I’m sorry.” She repeated as the cuffs around his wrists fell free. “There was an incident on the way home and then the doctor wanted to run some tests to make sure everything was okay-”

She was cut off by Denki yanking her into his arms as soon as he was free. Painful wrists be damned! His wife was clearly upset and she needed him to hold her! He cradled her in his arms and carried her to the bathroom, sitting her on the counter as he started filling the tub. He turned back to her and began to trip her, kissing every inch of skin as he revealed it. She opened her mouth again but he cut her off with another kiss.

After they bathed, Kyoka dressed his wounded wrists and he prepared a quick but warm meal for the two of them to share. Once they ate, Denki carried her back to bed and wrapped himself around her. He still had a day or two with no patrols, he thought, so he was going to demand she call in sick tomorrow. After this he was reserving dom rights for at least the next 48 hours so that he could spoil the shit out of her and assure her that he was fine. Maybe a little emotionally traumatized but as long as he got cuddles he’d be fine.

“Let’s leave a key somewhere as backup, scissors or something? Okay?” He eventually suggested after they’d both calmed down a bit. After she nodded into his shoulder he continued, “What’s this about the doctor? Are you okay?”

“I…I had an appointment a few days ago. After the incident on the way home the doctor demanded I come back in for a full check up. Denki, I’m…I’m pregnant.” She admitted quietly, he could feel her tears wetting his shoulder, “I was so scared when I couldn’t get away. I was worried about you, I-”

“Thought I’d starve to death or something?” Denki joked and she hiccuped a small laugh in response. “Gees, I know I’m pathetic but you guys have like zero faith in me. I’m more resourceful than you think!” He froze. “Wait…did you say pregnant?” They’d been trying for months! “How far along are you?”

“Three months. It didn’t even cross my mind when I missed my cycle, sometimes it can be weird and run late…I was going to tell you, I had this whole thing planned…”

“Ah, so that’s why you left me tied up? I thought you were acting funny.” He smiled into her hair and rubbed circles on her back. “Well, forget your plans! You’re calling in sick tomorrow and I’m in charge! We’re going to watch your favorite movie, I’m going to cook your favorite meal, and I’m going to spoil you like the queen you are!”

“And what about you? I left you…”

“All I need is you, Kyoka. Just let me hold you? That’s all I need, all I want. It’s scary being alone but I’ll be fine as long as I have you in my arms.” And turns out, that was all Kyoka needed too.

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Thankfully Together Day 1 Izuku Midoriya x Ochaco Uraraka

Paring Name (because I dislike IzuOcha) Izuco I think this sounds as adorable as they are.

Summary: At first they were strangers. Then they were friends. They stood together as allies. Now they're grown up. Now they're taking the next step. Now they're falling in love. Partners on the battlefield and in life.

Largely based off of how things went with my first boyfriend. A lot of uncertainty and doubt with the first relationship, but a whole lot of love and care. Might do a P2 on this one with their wedding night or honeymoon.

Tags: mha, bnha, Minors DNI, Thankfully Together, Aged up Characters, Izuku Midoriya, Ochaco Uraraka, Izuku Midoriya x Ochaco Uraraka, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Simple Things, Sweet Sex, Slow Burn, Smut, Self-Doubt

3257 words

Completed Thankfully Together One-Shots: Day 2: Denki Kaminari x Kyoka Jiro Day 3: Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x Rei Todoroki

The Soft, the Sweet, and the Strong

Izuku and Ochaco’s relationship started slow. Izuku was focused on being a hero and Ochaco was too shy to admit her feelings. They were merely friends throughout most of high school, until Ochaco finally confronted the upbeat hero about how much she looked up to him. He was embarrassed. He’d never considered her anything more than a friend because no girl had ever given him the time of day before. He never thought she would see him as anything more than an ally. Well, apparently he was wrong.

They started dating and shortly after shared their first kiss, it was both of their first kiss. Izuku couldn’t count how many hours he spent researching the best way to kiss a girl but he could tell you how his mind blanked the second he tasted her cherry chapstick. At that point, he gave up trying to remember what he’d read and just went with what felt right. He started to worry afterwards that Ochaco might not have liked it, but when she finally pulled away a shy blush decorated her soft cheeks as she offered a sweet, “Well, t-that was nice.” His heart felt like it exploded with relief and pride. She enjoyed it! He did too!

After graduation, Izuku visited Ochaco at her parents’ house as often as he could. He became a welcome guest by his parents who appreciated how courteous the young man was to their daughter and how respectful he was to them when he dropped by. If Izuku stayed for dinner, he always helped Ochaco’s mother clean up afterwards. If he walked in the door to see Ochaco’s father working on some project around the house, he offered his help before the man had to ask.

Occasionally they would have a family movie night and her parents developed a habit of watching the young couple more than the movie. Ochaco would snuggle up close to Izuku who would be sitting stiff as a board next to her, not wanting to cross any boundaries. Sometimes Ochaco would drape his arm around her and that arm wouldn’t move an inch until Ochaco moved. Her parents shook from stiffled laughs when Izuku would get caught up in the movie and forget about his hand. The appendage sliding down Ochaco’s side until Izuku became aware of it again and jerked it back up, away from her behind. It was so innocent, so sweet. Ochaco’s parents loved it!

After one movie night, Ochaco’s parents stood and stretched but Izuku did not. Her father looked at the young man curiously before he realized what the issue was. Ochaco had fallen asleep on top of her boyfriend and Izuku, being the kind-hearted young man that he was, allowed her to use his body as a pillow. The parents passed a knowing look between each other before Ochaco’s father approached and gently pushed at Izuku’s shoulder. He pushed the young man down to lay on the couch with Ochaco resting on top of him. Ochaco’s mother brought a blanket to drape over the two. Izuku stared wide eyed at them, unsure of what was happening until Ochaco’s father patted his shoulder and gave him an approving nod. “We trust you, son. Besides, it’s pretty late. Stay here tonight.” Izuku was both honored and terrified by their trust in him.

This honor and fear intensified when the Uraraka’s business began to gain traction again. A new contract required them to travel away from home for a few weeks and they wanted Izuku to stay with Ochaco so that she wouldn’t be home alone. Of course the young hero agreed, even though he knew full well that Ochaco could take care of herself. He figured that maybe her parents were testing him. They knew their daughter could kick ass, they just wanted to see if the two would get handsy while the adults were away.

Izuku had no plans on doing anything more than kissing, but Ochaco had other plans. The powerful, young woman pulled him into her room on the first night and they slept in each other’s arms. Izuku wasn’t sure he would be able to go back to sleeping alone after that. Something just felt right about holding her in his arms at night, and she was inclined to agree. There was a sense of security that washed over her when in Izuku’s arms. She couldn’t imagine life without his embrace.

One night, Ochaco got curious. Her hands traced his body–his cheeks, down his neck, over his shoulders, biceps, across his chest, down his chest. He shivered under her touch and swallowed nervously when her fingers hooked the band of his shorts. She waited for him to give a slight nod before she pulled his shorts down and revealed his hardened member. She was shocked by the size and girth, it being larger than she expected. He was self-conscious about the size and girth, being about average according to the statistics he’d researched. He wondered if he should have shaved before he came over, but then she might have thought he was expecting something. Did girls like it when guys shaved their pubic hair? Did they care? He made a mental note to research it later. In the meantime he had other problems to worry about. Like how far she wanted to take things. He didn’t have any protection on him, he wasn’t planning on getting sexual. Unless she was on protection but then that meant sex and he hadn’t researched sex yet…

Ochaco stopped his mumbling by gripping his member and cupping his balls. She looked to him to see if that was okay but all she could get out of him now was a low, breathy, “Oh-aah.” She gently squeezed and started to pump his cock, watching him as she worked. His face was red, his lips parted as heavy breaths leaked out. He wanted to hold her, but dammit! Where the hell was okay to put his hands? He settled for one hand on the small of her back and the other resting in her hair. A bad move on his part as it pulled her closer. She latched her mouth onto his neck–licking, kissing, and sucking until she found a sensitive spot that had him bucking into her hand and throwing his head back in pleasure. She knew he was getting close by the way his hand tightened in her hair and by his panted warning, “Ah-uh-ah, close!” He tried to pull away, not wanting to make a mess on her, but she refused to let him go. “Ah-ah-Ocha-co!” He whined a second before his hips spasmed and he coated her hand in off-white cream.

She gave him a quick peck on the lips before releasing him to go wash her hands, returning with a rag for him to wipe himself down with. He had an obvious hickey on his neck and was clearly exhausted from the event. Ochaco felt slightly guilty about it, he’d had a long patrol earlier and she’d gotten carried away. She just wanted to look, she hadn’t actually planned on going this far. When he finished cleaning himself up, he reached for her. He planned on reciprocating the pleasure, but she merely pushed him down and pulled the covers over them. She snuggled into his arms and whispered a good night. He felt guilty about not pleasuring her too. He didn’t know that she felt happier than orgasming knowing that she made him feel good enough to release his load in her inexperienced hands.

The next night, Izuku tried to return her affections again, only for her to roll away and make some claim about having to go to the bathroom. He knew she was lying. He never heard the toilet flush. As much as it hurt, he didn’t hold it against her. If she wasn’t in the mood then he wasn’t going to push it. He did, however, take offense the next night when he tried again. She rolled away like he expected her to but came back to him later, wanting to touch him. He shuffled away from her with a simple, “Not tonight, Ochaco.”

“Is everything okay?” She asked, genuinely concerned. She wasn’t blind, she’d seen his boner. So then why would he roll away?

“I just don’t feel like it tonight.” He lied and she knew he was lying. He closed his eyes, feigning exhaustion, and she took the opportunity to cup his member through his shorts.

“I think someone would disagree.” She hummed in amusement. She regretted it when a moment later she found herself pinned to the bed, arms forced above her head with Izuku looming over her…looking a mix between pissed and hurt.

“I said, Not. Tonight. Ochaco.” His voice was deep and dark, “I’m not-I don’t want to be the only one to feel good. I want to make you feel good too.”

“I know.” She responded softly, “I’m just, I’m not ready for sex yet. But even if I’m not ready, I still want to make you feel good. You make me feel good all the time so-”

“But I didn’t even do anything the other night.” Izuku interrupted, tilting his head in curiosity. “How do I make you feel good?”

Her face got significantly redder as she forced herself to meet his puppy eyes. “W-well, it’s always really nice when you hold me or kiss me, but after the other night…you, um, your moans are really hot and make me feel all giddy and excited when I hear them.”

Izuku released her hands and sat back to study her. “My…moans?” He’d never considered himself to be an incredibly sexy guy, not even after all his training with All Might and the finely toned body that resulted from said training. He leaned back down over her to kiss her, one hand cupping her face while the other rested over her belly. “I want to make you feel even better than you do when hearing my moans.” He breathed in her ear, “Will you let me try?”

She shook her head and scrunched her eyes. “I’m not ready for sex, Izuku.”

“Not sex.” He quickly corrected her. “I want to try something that’s not sex.”

Ochaco stared at him with uncertainty for a moment before slowly nodding. “Okay, I trust you.”

The words reverberated in his skull as he recalled how her parents said the same thing. He doubted whether he should continue, but Ochaco had already put her hands all over him… “Just let me know if you want me to stop. I promise I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. You just have to tell me.” She nodded wordlessly and he began, heart thundering in his chest. He’d seen her naked before but this…this was so much different!

He started with her shirt, lifting it slowly as he kissed from her stomach up to her breasts. He massaged them while gently sucking at her nipples, occasionally grazing them with his teeth. She arched up into his touch with needy moans and squirmy whimpers, making him harder than he ever thought possible before. His hands kneaded down her sides as he worked, stopping at the hem of her shorts when her hands darted down to stop him.

“Ochaco?” He glanced up at her to see her face twisted with nervousness, but she didn’t say anything about stopping. He gave her a minute before pulling his arm from her grip and continuing to tug off her pants.

“I-Izuku…” She whispered when he finally succeeded, and he thought he had an inkling as to why she was so nervous about him seeing her down there.

“Ochaco.” He repeated, voice low, rhythmic, and soothing, “It’s not sex that you’re actually worried about is it? Or at least, that’s not the only reason you wouldn’t let me pleasure you?” He slid down her body, positioning his head between her legs and looking up at her with knowing eyes. “There are other ways to make someone feel good, so your hesitation didn’t make a whole lot of sense to me until now… Ochaco, you weren’t afraid that I would be turned away by a little hair on your pussy?” He accentuated his question with an experimental lick between her folds, chuckling when she jerked at the contact. He hummed and mumbled against her clit, knowing the vibrations would drive her wild, “You put your tongue all over me the other day, when I came by covered in sweat and grime from my patrol. You didn’t care that I was dirty, you didn’t care that I didn’t shave. What makes you think that I would care if you didn’t?”

She opened her mouth to respond but only lewd moans escaped her lips. Tears pricked at her eyes from hom lucky she felt. How was she so fortunate to get a guy like him? In Junior High she pushed guys away, focusing on her future instead. In High School, she was so focused on not dying and then hiding her crush on Izuku. Guys always thought when they heard that her family was struggling that she would be an easy catch, that they could throw money at her and get an easy blow job or something more if they had a lot of money to throw at her. When they realized that she had standards, that she wouldn’t stoop that low, they walked away while hurling degrading insults at her. And now here she was, being eaten out by Izuku who didn’t care if they had sex, if she was clean shaven or hairy… He was a popular hero, he could have his pick of any girl out there, and goodness knows there were a lot of girls out there prettier than her. But he wasn’t with any of them. He was here. With her.

She glanced down at him, listening to him mumble about the flavor. Her flavor. He rambled on about what foods affected the flavor and speculated on what she might have eaten beforehand that gave her the flavor he was tasting now. She felt herself going crazy at the way his low voice vibrated her clit, the way his warm tongue tasted her… She could feel fluid dripping down her ass but couldn’t tell if it was Izuku’s spit or her slick.

A moment later Izuku went quiet and lifted his head to study her. “Are you–you’ve been getting wetter the more I mumble. Does it just feel that good or does my muttering turn you on?”

She blushed in embarrassment. “It’s cute. A-and you’re doing it down there! How could I not get turned on?”

He smirked as he descended on her clit again, this time using his hand to hold her southern lips apart and allow his tongue to explore her further. He could feel her getting close, her legs clenching around him as her hands buried in his hair. She was shaking, desperate, afraid that he would let go. He had no intentions of stopping though, not until she was finished. He didn’t panic when she bucked and her legs clamped around his head, he just kept sucking as she rocked on his tongue. She released him as she came down from her high and he pushed himself up her body to kiss her. “You’re fucking amazing!” He breathed heavily, a little out of breath from when she suffocated him. He didn’t care. He loved her.

“You’re my hero.” She whispered breathlessly, “Let me reward you?”

As much as Izuku liked the sound of what she was implying, he had an idea that he wanted to try… “I’ve actually got something I’d like to try, if you’re up for it?” He offered tentatively.

“I like your ideas.” Ochaco nodded eagerly.

Izuku quickly repositioned himself, supporting himself with one thickly corded arm next to Ochaco’s head. With his other hand, he shimmied his boxers down and gripped his painfully hard member. He gazed down into Ochaco’s wide eyes as he started to stroke himself, taking in her plumps lips, the heavy blush of her cheeks, the sweet breaths she took as she watched him jerk himself off over her. His eyes trailing over her body like a piece of meat…it was erotic, made her feel erotic, like she was worth being lusted over.

“What are you doing?” She asked, drinking in the sight of him just as much as he was her. She couldn’t lie, the sight of him looking like he was about to come undone over her was mouthwatering. The sweat beading on his twitching muscles, the sexy moans he was releasing, the loving, desperate look in his eyes…

His voice was deep and husky when he answered her, “I-uh-fuck! I w-wanna cum on you. W-wanna m-mark you as mi-ine.” Ochaco’s heart clenched at his lewdly romantic gesture and she instinctively pulled him down for a passionate kiss. Apparently, that was all he needed as grunted into her lips and his hips stuttered. She felt his hot, wet release spatter onto her stomach and a low, hot, “Fuuuuck!” as the man over her rode out his pleasure and tried not to collapse on top of her.

When he finally opened his eyes again, Ochaco smiled sheepishly. “That was hot. Where did you come up with the idea?”

Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. “I read about it…when I was doing my research…”

Ochaco chuckled in amusement. “You know what? I’m glad you’re a nerd. You appear to have really good results come of your research.”

Izuku pulled her closer and grinned, “Guess I’ll have to do more research then, find more experiments to verify that research.” Ochaco was looking forward to it, but first…they needed to clean up.

After washing away the sweat, vaginal fluids, and cum from their bodies, the two young heroes quickly passed out in each other’s arms. Little did they know, Ochaco’s parents returned home early to find them naked and entangled in Ochaco’s bed. They weren’t exactly surprised, they knew something was likely to happen with two kids unsupervised and alone, but they never actually thought that they would witness it. Their daughter fast asleep with Izuku’s arms wrapped protectively around her. So what if the two young adults were both naked? It was the most content they’d seen their daughter in a long time.

The two adults carefully backtracked out of the house, not wanting to wake the sleeping couple and startle them with their early return. They would come back later, when they were sure the two would be more decent. Ochaco’s mother would distract her by showing her pictures and telling her stories about the job site while her father would guide Izuku to the side to have a very long lecture about taking responsibility when accidents happened. Izuku was confused, at first, until he realized that her father was assuming they had sex. It was a very awkward conversation as Izuku assured her father that they didn’t have full on sex and that he was waiting for Ochaco to give him the green light before proceeding. Ochaco’s father liked the sound of that. Before the older man could get a word out in response, the green headed youth looked at him with the most determined set of puppy eyes he’d ever seen. The young hero bravely looked him in the eye, only one question on his lips, “What do I have to do to marry your daughter?”

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Thankfully Together MHA Ships/Writing Sparks for Nov.

I usually write character x reader plots, but I wanted to do some short posts for character x character pairings (that I ship). I'm going to attempt to do a different ship every day for the entire month of November (30 ships at the least though I may do more if I finish early). I'm currently short 3 ships.

I'd also be really interested in hearing what MxF character ships you guys would like to see, especially since I'm short 3 ships. If I get the time, or maybe for December, I'll focus on other people's ships.

If you want to use my list, by all means go ahead! Just send me the link(s) to whatever you write because I definitely want to read what you do with it! ^^

And without further adieu, my ships...adding links to this as I finish the one-shots, so this will be a sort of masterlist. Male x Female Ship Ship Name Prompt Idea

Izuku Midoriya (Deku) x Ochaco Uraraka (Uravity) Izuco - I think this sounds adorable Super sweet vanilla, first time shenanigans, cuteness overload.

Eijiro Kirishima (Red Riot) x Mina Ashido (Pinky) Eishido or Eijido - kind of sounds like a martial arts name Feigning bravery, energetic, positive, partner oriented.

Mashirao Ojiro (Tailman) x Toru Hagakure (Invisible Girl) Mashiru or Toro Kind of shy but definitely curious.

Denki Kaminari (Chargebolt) x Kyoka Jiro (Earphone Jack) Deka or Kyoki They strive to please each other but also battle for dominance.

Shoto Todoroki (Shoto) x Momo Yaoyorozu (Creati) Shomo - sho mo of those cute ships lol Traditional courtship to formal proposal and marriage.

Hanta Sero (Cellophane) x Mina Ashido (Pinky) Hanna or Mita Party kids, kind of chaotic and wild without breaking rules.

Yuga Aoyama (Can't Stop Twinkling) x Toru Hagakure (Invisible GIrl) Yuru or To...ga - Yu ru the world Toga! xD Self doubt and insecurities. I want a blindfold.

Tenya Iida (Ingenium) x Mei Hatsume Tenei or Meiya Partners in profession and life.

Neito Monoma (Phantom Thief) x Itsuka Kendo (Battle Fist) Neika or Itsuto She fell in love while keeping him in line.

Fumikage Tokoyami (Tsukuyomi) x Ibara Shiozaki (Vine) Fumira or Ibakage - personally like Fumira Mutual corruption. She saves, he curses.

Katsuki Bakugo (Dynamight) x Setsuna Tokage (Lizardy) Katsuna or Setsuki Two powerful people get horny basically.

Mezo Shoji (Tentacole) x Pony Tsunotori (Rocketti) Meny or Pozo - Meny reasons to love this ship Size difference and cute cuddles.

Koji Koda (Anima) x Kinoko Komori (Shemage) Koko Animals eat mushrooms and Kinoko likes being appreciated.

Rikido Sato (Sugarman) x Reiko Yanagi (Emily) Rikiko Baking together, more than just bread. ;P

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x Rei Todoroki Enei - enabling...? Enji gives Rei control for a night.

Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Fuyumi Todoroki Keimi He was spying on Endeavor, she was silently rebelling.

Natsuo Todoroki x Melissa Shield Natssa - kind of makes me think of Natasha Romanov He's a programmer who foes to work with a machine specialist.

Kosei Tsuburaba (Tsuburaba) x Tsuyu Asui (Froppy) Koyu or Tsusei - Tsu sei call her Tsu x'D He's not sure how to feel about that tongue.

Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi x Shino Sosaki (Mandalay) Naono Two leaders who relax with each other.

Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head) x Ryuko Tsuchikawa (Pixie-Bob) Shoko or Ryuta Her clock is ticking and he likes desperate women...and cats.

Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods) x Yu Takeyama (Mountain Lady) Shiyu or Yuji She gets on his nerves but he loves her. They support each other.

Masaru Bakugo x Mitsuki Bakugo Maki or Mitsuru - I like them both Twist on traditional male/female household.

Hizashi Nishiya (Present Mic) x Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke) Hizami or Emishi Similar chaotic energies. No wall is thick enough for these two.

Yagi Toshinori (All Might) x Inko Midoriya Yako or Ingi He's like a father figure to Izuku and she loves that.

Sekijiro Kan (Vlad King) x Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) Sekimuri or Nejiro Kinky pair, blood and whips...they get it on.

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) x Kaoruko Awata (Bubble Girl) Miruko or Kaorai Behind closed doors she's serious and he's hilarious.

Danjiro Tobita (Gentle Criminal) x Manami Aiba (La Brava) Danami or Manajiro Little bit of an age gap, they found love in a hopeless place.

All for One (Original Shigaraki) x Inko Midoriya Shigariya He uses her for an experiment, plays 'god' with their child.

Ken Takagi (Rock Lock) x Mrs. Takagi No couple name, 'cause I can't find her name A devoted working father and his loving stay-at-home wife that he can't live without.

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Rightfully His Katsuki Bakugo x Female Reader

Quirkless. Useless. Helpless.

That's what you've been told you are and that's what you believe you are. If you get sick it's because you're weak, you're quirkless. If you get hurt it's because you're clumsy, you're quirkless. If you fail a test it's because you're dumb, you're quirkless. You're nothing.

Notes: Currently 3 chapters available on Ao3

The only hope you have at being worth something is to marry some influential bastard with a lot of money. A man with a questionable past that would give you a questionable future, but would line your family's pockets quite well. You don't feel like you have any other option. So you agree to it and find yourself having the worst fucking eighteenth birthday possible. You wish you could die. You almost do.

You awake in the hospital with no knowledge of what happened after the accident. You're lost, confused, even more so when you realize that a strange blond is residing in the room with you. He's imposing, scary, and controlling. He's like your fiance but worse, but better in some ways? You aren't sure what to make of him.

And then you find out that he's your husband. You don't know what happened while you were in the hospital, but somehow this blond, a hero apparently, convinced your parents to sign you off to him instead of the other guy. You can't decide if that's a blessing or a curse.

You don't know why he wanted you so bad or why he keeps reminding you that your his. Or is he reminding himself?

There's so many questions, not enough answers. It doesn't help that you're too scared to ask the questions. And he thinks that you already know all the answers...

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Dragon Kiri and Babysitter Katsuki

Katsuki has regretted his decision to help his dragon friend get a girl ever since you and the red beast started breeding like animals, provided you sort of were animals but intelligent animals. All the late nights of you and your mate enjoying each other’s company and trying to make baby dragons has put the blond barbarian in a perpetually pissed off, sleep-deprived state. And this is the last straw.

Somehow, the young barbarian has found himself stuck with three baby dragons in various stages of teething, molting, and discovering their flames while the said baby dragons’ parents are off on some romantic flight around the kingdom… Katsuki, one of the great heroes of the Adventurers Guild and a barbaric brute known for his fighting prowess reduced to a mere drakling babysitter.

But as much as he hates being stuck as the dragon sitter, he secretly loves it! It’s one thing to be a dragon rider or to have a dragon pledge their loyalty to him, but for a dragon to trust him with their offspring? To trust him with the future of dragonkind? There is no higher honor than to be asked to protect a defenseless baby dragon, though defenseless may be a slight stretch given how sharp of teeth and claws they’re born with. And to be surrounded by little dragons that are in awe of the one human their parents would trust with their children, the way the little draklings beg for stories of his conquests and challenge him to joint in their wrestling matches. He always wins but they tackle him anyway with the hope that one day they'll be strong enough and skilled enough to take him down!

He wears them out till they're all asleep, all over his bed his bed too. He can't be mad at the babies though, they're just babies after all. But he can be mad at their parents. He can complain to them about all the drool and scales left behind in his bed and the little rips and tears from their little claws. And he will whenever the fuckers get back! He'll give them an earfull! But for now he'll be content watching three little ass kickers snore and knowing that not a single damn warrior in the entire fucking kingdom is going to mess with him since they know he's basically a momma dragon in Barbarian form.

The door opens, stirring him from his thoughts, and in walks the two stupid ass dragons themselves. He opens his mouth to start his lecture but is immediately shut up as Kirishima's girl proudly presents his worst nightmare...another damn egg!

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Untitled Aizawa Shota x Female Reader

Original prompt here

Plan to do a longer fic on this later, but given the prompt I was given this is the general idea I've got so far. May make a few tweaks here and there. The biggest wall right now is a good, flashy title. Kind of thinking maybe "Pride and Prejudice" because I feel like that would fit but I'm focusing on other fics at the moment so that may change when I have more time to write the longer version.

Also thinking that the reader probably has a cat quirk...for reasons that I don't care to elaborate on but you can feel free to speculate on. She looks primarily human but has cat ears, a tail, retractable nails/claws, and night vision. Despite being employed at UA, she is not a hero. She's basically kind of like a foreign exchange teacher lol.

A young teacher who's always wanted to go to Japan, you jump when then opportunity to teach English at the legendary hero school UA is offered to you. The teachers you'll be working with are all amazing, and mostly friendly...except for one. Aizawa Shota.

Where the other teachers are welcoming and curious, he brushes you off as a pointless distraction. He doesn't bully you, but he's not exactly going out of his way to be nice either. Your opinion of him is rather low, especially since he's incredibly harsh with his students and doesn't put much effort into his appearance. What kind of teacher does that to their students?

The two of you regularly bicker back and forth. Him critiquing you and you judging him. Until you saw him after the USJ. Until you saw recorded footage of the USJ incident. Until you saw him, beaten and bloodied, pushing his quirk far past its limit to protect his students. It was then that you realized that he was hard for a reason. Hero work was hard. He wanted his students to be able to hold their own against villains in the future. He wanted his students to be the ones that never had to worry about a villain taking them down. He wanted his students to survive, to live much, much longer lives than he ever would. He was a better man than you had initially given him credit for.

You visited him in the hospital and you hated to admit that you were worried for him. But Recovery Girl assured you that he would be fine. Still, you stayed by his side for a long while. Apparently, under those baggy clothes he always wore were finely sculpted muscles. Behind that messy head of hair was a hard looking face made soft when asleep. He twitched in his sleep and you reluctantly took his hand. You wondered what sort of nightmare could scare a strong man like him.

Eventually you had to leave him. You needed to prepare for your classes. That didn't stop you from finding the time to swing by the store and pick up a few things for him though. Top quality eye drops, some little liquid sweets and snacks that he could eat even in his rough shape, and a few coupons to your favorite cat cafe. You weren't sure that he would like it but the way he was jumping around like a cat at the USJ made you have a hunch about him and cats. Besides, most people felt better petting soft, fuzzy fluffies.

To your surprise, the scruffy man actually thanked you the next time you saw him. Back to teaching even though his body wasn't fully recovered! You admired his dedication to his students. But now you were confronted with a new problem...you were clearly crushing on the man but after all the back and forth bickering there was no way he would be interested in you too, right?

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Katsuki Bakugo is an Introvert

Inspired by an interesting conversation with my twin (who is an introvert). She isn't as obsessive over the anime as me, but from what she does know she casually noted that Bakugo had some introverted tendencies. So obviously I'm going to write a "quick" spark about it.

He's not an introvert in the traditional sense. He doesn't hide away in his room, not all the time at least, and he doesn't completely avoid people. He wants to be a hero and not even his introverted tendencies are going to stop him from following his dream!

When it comes to dealing with people, Katsuki gets exhausted being around large numbers of them and that makes him moody. Moody enough to hurl insults left and right and attack anyone that invades his personal space. In Junior High, he enjoyed all the attention he got from being the best but is also wore him out. And of course Deku ALWAYS had to follow him when he was trying to find some space to breathe. Katsuki doesn't want to admit that he needs a break from the spotlight, so he kicks the nerd away. He doesn't want to talk about his feelings. He just wants quiet.

When it comes to family, Katsuki is in constant conflict with his extroverted mother. She's a strong woman who loves the spotlight and loves showing off her perfect family, but Katsuki hates it when she drags him out of the house. He grumbles and groans the whole time until he can come back home and seal himself off in his room. It's different with his father though. The older man being a similarly quiet individual. On days when Mitsuki goes out by herself, the two men will often just sit in silence. No words are needed. They know the other is content just knowing that they are there. It's a time for them both to recharge. Sometimes, Katsuki will even smile after these gentle moments with his father.

When it comes to friends, Katsuki is picky. Extroverts can be loud and pushy, two things that he doesn't need when he's ready to isolate and recharge. While he likes being the center of attention, usually there's no more than two or three people that he allows to stay really close to him. Deku is not one of them. On top of just being downright annoying, there's just something about Deku's presence that drains Katsuki faster than with most people. In Junior High he had two somewhat close friends, but even they weren't perfect. They made dumb decisions unbecoming of a future hero. He had an inkling that the friendship wouldn't last, a feeling that proved to be true when his friends bailed on him when the sludge villain showed up. And of course the only person willing to risk their life to help him was the damn nerd that exhausted him just by existing!

Then he gets to UA and is confronted with a hoard of loud, excited individuals that rub him the wrong way with just about every damn word out of their mouths. It puts him on edge. He can't escape them and that bothers him. There's no place to recharge and as soon as school is over he's the first one out the door, eager to go home and collapse in solitude.

But then they're moved into the dorms. He'd be thrilled about not having to interact with people on the way home anymore except now he has to share his mornings, afternoons, and evenings with this group of clowns. At least one good thing seems to come of being kidnapped and moving into the dorms, and that's Kirishima. The extroverted dumbass can be a bit of a blockhead at times, but he's often just what Katsuki needs. In fact, maybe Kirishima isn't actually an extrovert. Maybe he's an ambovert? Switching between social and silent as he deems necessary. Kirishima always has his back too. At the USJ, the sports festival, and then coming to try to rescue him from the League of Villains...spending his own money to do so.

Eventually, Katsuki will invite Kirishima to his room. The first person to see his dorm since they'd moved in. Kirishima doesn't judge his taste. He points out what looks cool and then they sit in silence, Kirishima messing around on his phone while Katsuki reads a book. Occasionally the red head will lean over to show him something cool that he stumbled across but otherwise Kirishima is fine just chilling.

And then Kaminari joins the party. Katsuki had no intention of letting the ditsy, loud blond anywhere near him but Kaminari made fast friends with Kirishima and seemed to look up to Katsuki. No matter where he went, Kaminari was always tagging along after Katsuki and Kirishima. It was annoying, but the other blond gradually began to grow on him.

So then they were three. Kirishima would make himself comfortable wherever, usually on the floor since it was the "manly" thing to let his friends have the bed and chair. Katsuki usually took the chair since it allowed him to prop his feet up on the desk, no stick-in-the-mud Iida to stop him. Kaminari usually took the bed, though that phrase never quite adequately described the situation. Most of the time, Kaminari laid upside down while hanging half off the bed reading manga.

Katsuki still enjoyed his solitude, but there was something about these two extroverts and the way they could seemingly shut off their loud, energetic side that made Katsuki like hanging out with them. Maybe it was their quirks? They paired well with him in training. Or maybe it was the fact that they were dumb enough for him to maneuver them as needed? Either way, Katsuki found himself eating lunch with them, training with them, and sharing his personal quiet time with them.

And he was happy. He wasn't exhausted like with his friends from Junior High. Kaminari and Kirishima didn't wear him out like they did. They were the type of friends that could talk him into going out to eat and he would actually enjoy the experience. Kaminari could talk him into a board or card game and he would actually have fun playing with the two. Kirishima could keep him in line without making him feel like piece of shit for exploding when he got overwhelmed.

But what really drew Katsuki to the two dumbasses was their need for him too. Kirishima especially. When they doubted themselves, it was always Katsuki who pointed out their strengths and what made them useful. It was always Katsuki who pushed them to be their best and helped them train more efficiently. And the way they looked to him for guidance but didn't just follow him blindly...well, gosh darn it if it didn't warm Katsuki's solitary heart up just a little.

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The Dragon's Warrior

Barbarian Katsuki Bakugo & Dragon Eijiro Kirishima

This was supposed to be short...a lot longer than I anticipated. This is supposed to be like the abridged version of what I've got in my head! Lol.

Basic premise. Barbarians protect dragons. Dragon queen gets kidnapped, Barbarians rescue her. Miscommunication, Barbarians think dragons are mad so Katsuki offers himself as a peace offering. Dragons think he's asking to learn their ways. Dragons take Katsuki and raise him as one of their own. He meets Eijiro and they become brothers. Katsuki eventually returns to save his clan. He becomes a powerful, badass warrior that no one wants to mess with and Eijiro keeps in touch.

The dragons are an endangered species, hunted near to extinction for their scales, bones, blood, and magic. Adult dragons are hunted to be killed, baby dragons to be raised in captivity to either be killed later or forced into a life of servitude. Alive or dead, life is hell for a dragon if a human manages to catch you.

But not all humans were bad, some still had good intentions, some still wanted to see the dragons thrive. The Barbarian tribes offered up their sacred mountains to the dragons, a maze of cliffs and rocks where they could raise their young safely. It would difficult for anyone to get through those mountains to the dragons. But if they could, they'd first have to get through the Barbarians and the brutish tribes knew that anyone going toward the mountains was after a dragon. Anyone going towards the mountains was a fair target to kill and loot, to protect the dragons and build on their clan's honor.

As time passed, the Barbarians came to see less and less of the dragons. The beasts were able to almost completely disappear in the mountains and they preferred to stay that way. They would happily fade into legends if it meant that they could live the rest of their days in peace. Though most of the legends that emerged were not very flattering.

Many legends spoke of dragons sitting on hoards of treasure long forgotten by man. Others told of reclusive beasts that developed a taste for virgin females every couple hundred years. Vicious monsters that wanted to burn or eat everything in their path. Very few supported the idea that dragons were intelligent or sociable creatures.

Eventually, even the Barbarians would come to doubt the dragons existence. Only sighting one or two every couple decades. Depending on who the lucky viewer was, the encounter might be brushed off as a hallucination by a drunkard.

Until one day when a Barbarian scouting party stumbled across a small caravan. How the group of thieves managed to get this far without being noticed was beyond them. Per tradition, the scouts attacked and killed the invaders. What they didn't expect was to find a female dragon when looting the invaders' wagons. She was in human form, but the runic tribal markings on her skin marked her as dragon royalty. The Barbarian's had studied those runes for centuries, but they never once expected to actually see them used. It was a shocking moment for the usually stoic warriors.

Knowing that the dragons might be angry with the clans for allowing a group to almost steal the dragon queen, the Barbarians immediately set off for the closest mountain pass toward the home of the dragons. Most of the tribe came along for the journey with precious gems, gold, fabrics, incense, and livestock to offer to the dragons. To keep the peace.

The dragon king and a few of his knights. The dragons released horrific roars when they saw their queen, wounded and weary. The Barbarians feared the dragon's fury as the beasts stomped the earth, belched flame, and gnashed their teeth as they roared. Barbarians were not a race to admit fear. To calm the dragons, the young son of the chief threw himself at the dragon king's feet. Because of the ordeal the queen had gone through, she likely wouldn't produce an heir for a long while. Thus it was fitting that the chief's son offer himself up? An heir for an heir.

The dragon king eyed the tiny human with curious eyes, noting the way the baby Barbarian trembled in his boots before him. He grumbled to his knights and one stepped forward, scooping the Barbarian child into his mouth before flying off. The young warrior could hear the choked sob of his mother as he was carried away. He too cried, though none could see his tears inside the dragon's mouth.

At first, the little warrior thought that the dragons intended to take him to their home and fight over him. Or feed him to the queen when she got stronger. But then he was dropped, unceremoniously into a nest with a waiting female. He thought she was going to eat him, but instead she pushed him under her wing with her nose. There he was confronted with a baby dragon, which was still much larger than him but a baby nonetheless. He thought it would eat him too, but instead it just sniffed and poked at him. It ignored his pained shouts when it poked too hard or tried to push it away, that is until it's mother hissed at it and the tiny creature curled into a ball to sleep. The mother looked at the young Barbarian too, nudging him toward her baby and pushing him down to lay down. He got the memo. Sleep.

Every day, the young warrior expected to be eaten. Surely they were just fattening him up to eat him later. But it never came. He grew bigger and taller. Well-defined muscles came about through his constant struggle to keep up with the dragons. The baby dragon, which he'd deemed Red, liked to play rough. If he was going to survive, he'd have to be able to beat a dragon with his bare fists. So he trained. He ate everything the dragons brought no matter how disgusting it looked. Snake and wolf meat weren't very appetizing but if they were all you had you managed to swallow it one way or another.

Eventually, Red was able to take on a human form. Though that didn't mean he could speak the basic tongue most humans spoke. He was eager to learn though and just as the Barbarian taught him basic, so did Red teach his warrior friend Draconic.

As the two grew up together, they became more than friends. They were brothers. They trained together, fought together. Some of the other young dragons would laugh at Red for having a human brother. Well, that is they'd laugh until that human brother managed to kick all of their tales in combat. He might have been human but he was far from weak!

Then one day, the Barbarian and his brother were flying through the lower mountains. It had been a long time since the Barbarian had been through this area, he'd almost forgotten what the land looked like. He noticed something strange, warriors from a clan his tribe had never been on good terms with. Their party was much, much larger than he remembered his clan being. He worried for his parents. There was no way they would abandon their clan. They would fight to death to protect their clan, even more so without their son there. They wouldn't have anything else to fight for. If they lost their clan then they'd lose everything.

That night, his dragon parents noticed how distant he had become. Looking down the mountain toward the place they'd taken him from, a forlorn look in his eyes. He didn't eat or drink or sleep. Red told him what they had seen in the lower mountains and Red's father took the information to the council. The Barbarians had saved their queen all those years ago, now it seemed they needed someone to come to their aid.

Red's mother eventually managed to coax the Barbarian to eat and sleep. While he slept, the dragon knights gathered and flew ahead. When the Barbarian woke, Red pulled him out for a flight. After hours of gliding through the clouds, the Barbarian noticed that Red was descending and he could hear the clash of swords of scream of dying warriors. His body tensed as the clouds dispersed and a horrific scene of his clan retreating and his parents surrendering to give their clan time to escape. But before the enemy warriors could raise a blade to his parents' throats, the young warrior was launching himself from Red's back to continue the fight!

With the strength of a dragon in the body of a man, he beat his opponents back bit by bit. They were wary of this stranger. Who was this dragon warrior? A wild brat raised by wild beasts? They backed away but didn't realize that they were backing into the waiting claws of raging dragons. The enemy clan disappeared as quickly as they came, the young Barbarian only felt a small bit of pity for their wives and children who would never see their return.

He turned to his tribe and knew that they didn't recognize him. He wasn't the child that had been carried off in the mountains in a dragon's mouth. He was a powerful man who fought like and with dragons. He brandished large muscles and a rugged appearance, covered in blood and dirt from the battle. He spoke in a voice that was raspy from lack of use and growly from becoming so acquainted with the dragon tongue. "Ol' man? Hag?" He croaked and watched the realization spark in their eyes.

"Katsuki!" They screamed in unison before tackling the child that they never thought they'd see again.

In the aftermath of the battle, there was a huge celebration for their victory and Katsuki's return. The dragons, now able to speak basic, came to realize that there had been a misunderstanding when they took Katsuki. The Barbarians thought the dragons were upset, hence Katsuki offered himself up to appease them. The dragons thought that Katsuki was asking to learn the dragons' ways as a reward for saving their queen. They didn't think he could do it but it was unlike them to leave a debt unpaid, so they took him and put him in a nest with a dragon around his age to grow and train together.

The dragons left a few days later, saying their goodbyes to Katsuki and promising to keep in touch. All of the dragons left except for one, Katsuki's brother Red. It never mattered how many times the dragon reminded Katsuki that his name was actually Eijiro. The Barbarian never called him by his given name.

Eventually, Eijiro would return to his clan to take a mate and start his own family. But he always made sure to visit his human brother at least once a year. The dragons began to thrive once more and became legend no more. Many hunters would try to ascend the mountains, but they were always stopped by a wild brute. A man with the muscles and power of a dragon and the wild ferocity of a Barbarian. Few men ever lived to tell the tale of seeing this legendary warrior, usually only witnessing his combat from afar as they watched some fool get slaughtered for attempting to hunt dragons.

Stories were scripted, tales were told, and songs were sung of the legendary warrior. Of pale hair, tanned skin, fur armor, and dragon's might. The infamous Barbarian Katsuki Bakugo, the Dragon's Warrior, Defender, and Brother.

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Love Comes Tsundere - Chapter 1 The Proposal

Summary: A complicated villain takedown puts Bakugou Katsuki in a cumbersome position with the Hero Safety Commission. To appease the commission, Bakugou reluctantly agrees to enter an arranged marriage with you, the quirkless daughter of a prominent member on the commission. Now you and Katsuki have to figure out how to live and maybe even learn to love someone you don't truly know.

Tags: Minors DNI, Bakugou Katsuki/Female Reader, Bakugou Katsuki, Female Reader, Arranged Marriage, Marriage, Fluff, Steamy Fluff, Spicy Fluff, Friendship, Romance, Gradual Romance, Slow Romance, Eventual Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad At Feelings, Protective Bakugou Katsuki,  Tsundere Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is A Good Significant Other, Slow Burn, Not Beta Read, I Do Not Do Chapter Warnings, So Read At Your Own Risk, Add Tags As I Go

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Chapter 1 - The Proposal

The warm scent of freshly printed paper and the still silence of an empty office made for a boring wait, especially for a pro hero strongly accustomed to action. The drone of professional gray walls, the chill of metal filing cabinets, and the reeking stench of power from a fancy polished desk told the young hero that person who occupied this office was powerful. Powerful, but most likely impotent, using his wealth to make up for where he fell short. On top of that, the office jackass was making the hero wait damn near forever to talk about damn damage control. Inconsiderate bastard.

Finally, the door opened and the overcompensating ass himself walked in, haughty, like he hadn't just made the hero wait for him. "About damn time!" The young hero growled, his piercing red eyes shooting the older man a death glare. "I've been waiting for a whole fucking hour! You and I both know you've got better shit to do than to clean up my mess, so why the hell did it take you so fucking long?"

"My apologies, young Bakugou," The drawl of the man's false regret sent a cold, irritating shiver down Bakugou's spine. His eye twitched as the man casually moved past him to sit at his desk, "it is quite a mess out there though, the clean up is going to be a pain."

"Tell me something I don't already fucking know!" Bakugou huffed, running a hand through his spikey, blonde locks. "Didn't really have a whole lot of options out there though. If it had been anyone else responding to that situation then it would have been a lot worse! I don't even know why the hell you commission office bastards are getting so worked up over it anyway!"

"Yes, well, us 'office bastards' aren't just looking at lives saved and casualties. There's a lot more that happens in these walls than I think you give us credit for." The man sighed and pulled a folder from the work bag he'd brought with him and laid it on the desk. "Still, it is quite an unfortunate situation. No one is blaming you of course, you were off-duty and you were quite ill-prepared for dealing with the chaos; however, the commission still deems it reasonable to revoke your hero license for the time being. Just while they launch their investigation into the events. Then, provided they don't find anything suspicious, your license will be renewed and you'll be back to doing hero work!"

Bakugou bristled at the man insulting his preparedness. He was always fucking prepared! It wasn't his fault the civilians made the situation worse! He'd done everything he logically could do given the situation! "So you're suspending my license?" The blond hero hissed through gritted teeth. It would be a miracle if he didn't assault this pretentious asshole before he left!

"Well, we don't really have any other options here..." The man hummed and tapped his fingers on the desk, stilling before he spoke again, "Unless...maybe we could help each other?" The satisfaction dripping from the man's tone disgusted Bakugou and the gaze in the man's eyes was that of a predator who knew his prey had nowhere to run. Bakugou's blood ran cold and he just knew that he was going to kill this man! Hell, even the damn nerd's mumbling ass was more tolerable than this bastard!

Bakugou met the man's hungry eyes with a hardened glare of his own before emitting an exasperated sigh and turning his head away from the bastard. "Of course! And I assume there's a catch to this? What the hell do you want me to do? I don't do illegal shit if that's what you're wanting."

"Oh, of course not!" A smug smile plastered the bastard's face making Bakugou's skin crawl. "Now, I've noticed that throughout your entire high school and rookie hero career, you've never attended any events or award ceremonies with a pretty little lady swooning on your shoulder. I always supposed that you could be waiting for the right little lady, though with you I assume it's more likely that you don't consider a little arm candy to be worth the time. Time that could be spent furthering your career. Unless...maybe men run more your type? You always looked good with that Red Riot fellow, wasn't he in your-"

"Is there a point to all this? Or do you just like hearing yourself talk?" Bakugou interrupted when the bastard suggested a sexual relationship with Eijirou. Ever since the first year sports festival, Bakugou had seen the dumbass redhead as a brother. "Let's go charging into battle together!" Eijirou had so boldly exclaimed, refusing to let Bakugou turn him down. Or when the red-haired idiot fearlessly came to rescue him from the League. Charging into battle together... Bakugou couldn't imagine anyone else he'd want to have his back, as an ally and a friend, not a fucking oversexualized, fan-paired fucking couple!

"I'm just curious if you're interested in girls!" The bastard held his hands up in mock surrender, "Or do you simply lack the drive and therefore avoid them?"

Bakugou's blood was already boiling, and his face was undoubtedly red with rage. Now, he was seconds away from going nuclear with his quirk. Lack the drive? Lack the drive! Unlike your impotent ass I don't need a bitch to help me get off! You think just because I'm not running around chasing ass like a horny fucking dog in heat that I'm some sort of impotent freak like you! Cocky, fucking bastard! Implying that I should screw my best friend or chase pussy for arm candy! Little sparks danced across his hands, the threat and promise of violence growing ever closer. "Get. To. The. Fucking. Point." The blond growled. He didn't have time for this bullshit!

"Yes, I suppose I am making this longer than it needs to be." The man nodded as though they were having a normal conversation, not one where he could die or the young hero could lose his license. "I want you to marry my daughter, or more specifically, my friend's daughter. You see, she's quirkless and quite a burden to take care of. So clumsy and needy, helpless really. It's hard for me to get much work done with her around. My colleagues and I aren't thrilled about having to clean up your mess, but if you would be kind enough to take her off my hands for me then my team and I will make sure that everything is resolved before the sun sets this evening. What do you say?"

"The hell?" Bakugou blinked back his surprise. He wanted him to what? "You want me to marry...wait, if she's your friend's daughter why the hell do you want me to marry her?"

"Her father passed away, left her in my care. She doesn't know, of course, he died when she was young and I've looked after her ever since. But she's a growing woman, a lot harder to take care of than a child. Marrying her off to a powerful, young hero like you seems like the ideal scenario. You'll be strong enough to protect her without struggling like me." The bastard opened the file in front of him and slid a photo across his desk to the blond. A picture of the girl in question.

Bakugou stared at the young woman in the photo. She wasn't terrible looking...plain skin, simple hair framing a shy face based on the way she cast her eyes downward... She didn't look like a bitch, anyone who would intentionally cause a lot of trouble. If anything, she kind of looked like a ditsy nerd, like damn Deku! He glanced back at her guardian, the bastard pretending to be her father. If he'd raised her for as long as she could remember, would she be like him? Even if she didn't look like him? He considered his options, not thrilled at the idea of marrying a complete stranger. But did he have any other option? If he lost his license, even for a little bit, it would put him behind... It would definitely put a dent in his popularity, a dent he couldn't afford with Shoto and Deku competing with him for the number one spot. They almost always matched in arrests, popularity, and minimized damage. They'd been rotating the number one spot between the three of them since they graduated from Yuuei! Something that would change if Bakugou lost his license. They'd push him down to the third spot and he'd be forever stuck there with the damn half-n-half bastard and the shitty nerd taking the top two spots! "I lose my hero license if I don't marry her, correct?"

"Well, not to sound like I'm blackmailing you or anything of that nature, but yes. If you refuse to marry her, my team won't be so cooperative and you're license will be revoked while we investigate. Add to that the dip your popularity will take and your hero career will fall to the dust."

Bakugou protested, voice straining in his failing efforts not to continue yelling as he fought against his apparent fate. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

"True, but the public won't see it that way and the investigation, well, we all know that the investigations aren't usually favorable toward the heroes..." The man pointed out smugly, clearly not intimidated by the blond's explosive personality. " If it helps, think of it this way-you don't necessarily have to love her, just marry her for the image. Pro-hero Dynamight marries a poor, defenseless quirkless woman! What an amazing hero he is!"

"It's Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight!" Bakugou huffed, though with less gusto than before.

"Right, apologies. Anyway, if she doesn't interest you, you don't have to fall in love with her or fuck her...just make her an overpaid maid with benefits and get yourself a little honey to keep on the side. Ignore her for all I care! Just get the damn bitch off my hands."

A long moment of silence passed before Bakugou spoke again, his head spinning. He hated how nonchalant the bastard was about implying infidelity, about marrying a girl just to gain popularity. It certainly didn't feel right, but if he wanted to hold onto the number one hero spot for more than one year, he couldn't afford to lose his hero license. Even if only for a short while! The blond lowered his head in defeat, hands folded in front of him to keep himself from just exploding the bastard and temporarily solving the problem, "When do we get married?"

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Love Comes Tsundere Katsuki Bakugou x Female Reader

Dynamight is a man of habit, sticking to the same routine and rarely deviating without a plan. So when Deku asks him last minute to cover a part of his patrol it's safe to say that Dynamight is pissed. More than pissed, infuriated! Because now the explosive hero has to make a deal with an asshole to keep his hero license, a deal that requires him to marry a quirkless woman. Yeah, he's not in a great mood but he's not going to do anything to do anything to jeopardize his hero career!

So he marries her. No wedding, no engagement. They just show up at the courthouse, sign the documents, and it's done. He takes her to his home and quickly realizes, she's scared of him. He's given her no reason, that he can think of at least, for her to be so afraid of him and it just frustrates him even more. So now he has to prove to her that he's actually not a bad guy, he's just very...expressive.

Except no one ever told him that trying to help her be less afraid would lead to him falling in love. Now he has a whole new problem on his hands. Because on the one hand, he finally understands the desire to hold a woman's body close. But on the other? He's a hero. A hero with enemies. And she's quirkless and afraid. If the villains found out about her...

And suddenly...he's the one who's afraid.

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Chapter List

Chapter 1 - The Proposal

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