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sympathy, apathetically | Bakudeku Oneshot

TW: argumentive/hurt/comfort, top(?) Izuku

[Requested]

It pours heavily outside. Why did it have to come to this? Why’d you let go?

Katsuki slumps, his knees crushing the soil beneath him. Chunks of rubble scatter the ground, even after winning the fight, Katsuki was still unhappy. It was too wet to see where Deku landed, now he's trying not to have a panic attack digging through the mud and fallen bricks of buildings.

"Deku!!?" His heart strains, worried, fucking terrified he won't find him. Deku was all he had left. He couldn't lose him like this. He couldn’t stomach the pressure. Not like this. Not without him.

He was losing hope by the second, digging through the rubble over and over again. The rain poured onto his back, tears dropping from his eyes.

He kept telling himself he wasn’t crying, not over Deku. He couldn’t after all this time, and now... would it even be worth it if he was dead?

Deku’s POV:

My eyes opened, agape;

I was in a hospital. I couldn’t remember what happened, or maybe I just didn’t want to, not at the moment anyway. I sat up on the hospital bed, my eyes squinting at the condition my body laid in. My legs were in thick casts, as well as my left arm, my tattoo peeking just above it. Dried blood soaked my fingerprints as I looked at myself, trying to figure out why Katsuki wasn’t sitting in the emergency contact chair, or why he wasn’t here at all for some reason.

A nurse walks in, addressing my state, a small, recovering smile working it’s way across her lips.

“You’ve healed. Good. Do you remember anything?”

my hands shuffle into fists, tensing and relaxing the muscles in them.

“...” I look up to her, as she held a clipboard in her hand, checking something off on the paper attached to it.

“Aaalright. Do you know where your emergency contact went? Did you see him?”

“...he... he was here?” Her commentary brings my heart up to speed, slightly,

She crosses something else off.

“You seem to be in good condition, so you’re free to go home in two hours.”

what?

“..how long was I out?”

She sighs, supposedly hating to hear that question.

“Long enough...” she pauses, scribbling something against the paper one more time before holding it against her side. “Two months. Oh, and take it easy, will you? Your brain... it’s... missing some things.” Her comment caught my attention.

“excuse me? Like what?”

“..Sympathy. Sadness. Your brain took damage from the fall, and it.. altered some of your emotions. But not all of them, so I suggest taking therapy in the meantime.”

Months? Alterations? I didn’t think my injuries could’ve been so severe..

“Don’t worry about it too much, your emergency contact covered the fee and didn’t leave your side, until today. So, when you see em’, tell em’ you’re okay, he was almost sent to the mental hospital for his uh- “unstable state of mind”.”

The comment brought a small smile to my face, I huffed through my nose.

“Did he say where he was going?”

I questioned. “To a flower shop.” She stated back, knowingly smirking at me.

“Oh.. Huh.”

The doorknob twists before creaking open, a spiky blonde coming in, but he wasn’t in his usual mood. His head hung low, his face pink from what I could see, and he didn’t say a word until he looked up at me.

“..Izuku?” His eyes looked puffy red, as the flowers smacked the floor. He rushed to me, gripping me by the collar of my shirt, kissing me aggressively.

The nurse watched for a second but slowly slipped out of the room, assumingly careless at the moment. His lips were shaking, as his crushed palm kept me in reach of him, his tears dropping onto my face before he let go.

“Ive missed you, you dickhead..” His body shook as he looked me in the eyes.

Above his forced palm, I could do nothing but watch him, his eyes flooding again. It hurt to see him so...in anguish.

“...you scared the shit outta me..” he releases me, sitting on the bed with me. “...and I.. I couldn’t even— I couldn’t find you. I swear I tried, I tried so fucking hard, we looked for you for days. And..someone else found you. Someone else found your dead body and I couldn’t be there to see it...” His voice trailed off, facing downwards with his fingers digging into the making of his pants. His tears spotted the floor. He couldn’t fight himself from breaking anymore. And I didn’t want him to. “SOMEONE ELSE FOUND YOUR DEAD FUCKING BODY AND I COULDN’T BE THERE TO SEE IT.”

I’m sorry, Katsuki.

“I- There was nothing you could do to get to me while you still had an unstable villain on your back—”

He lifts his head, gushes of tears falling from his pretty eyes.

“Don’t spit that bullshit at me, Izuku! if you want me to sit here and pretend it’d be okay to let you die, you’re more psychotic than I fuckin’ thought!”

sympathy? Yes, but...

“You were willing to let me die in here when you left me for two weeks.” He flushes. “You were willing to let me die when you decided that I wasn’t enough to come check on for days. But I guess I can only blame myself for that outcome because I married you.” Katsuki falls silent.

“...What did you want me to do?

Watch you die for two weeks? would that’ve made you feel better? That if i suffered the whole two months with you, I’d get some type of fucking reward if you woke up??!—..But you didn’t. ...Not in time anyway.”

my eyes widened, then faltered.

“...I can’t feel what you feel, Katsuki. I wish I could, but until something changes, this conversation is... one sided. It’s... difficult, being with you sometimes.” I sigh.

His eyes scrunched at me. He mugs, leaning in, kissing me on the forehead. He sighs, his eyes glossy.

“I’ll be back later.”

And with that, he disappears.

He didn’t come back until it got late for visitors. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be here. Yet he showed up anyway. Clíche of him.

Katsuki’s POV:

The hospital room’s door creaks open. Inside lays a restless Deku, who scrolls on his phone, his screen light flashing his face in the dark room. I stepped through the door, Subway sandwiches in a bag in my hand. I wanted to sympathize with him. I didn’t want to argue with him. But there was nothing to sympathize about, I knew he couldn’t feel it. And that was worse than the hit he had taken.

“I brought food.” I say, a small smile on my lips.“—Feelin’ any better?”

He sits up on the bed as I flicked the light on. “Now that you brought food, absolutely.” I chuckled. It was nice to see him content, especially after everything. I missed this. I missed him.

We grubbed, and now I lay in bed with him, like we used to.

“Could I tell you something?” I muttered, my arm thrown over his waist. “Always.” He claimed.

“I wasn’t sure if your eyes were ever gonna open again. And I wouldn’t know what to do if you weren’t here with me right now.”

“Well I’m still here right now.” He turns, facing me, his fingers intertwining with mine. “—So your overthinking doesn’t matter. We’re here together, in this moment, and that’s the only thing that should matter right now, okay? I love you.”

I sigh, squeezing his hand in mine. “I love you. Im sorry about what I said,.. what I did. If I was more careful, you wouldn’t be like this. I want to be a better boyfriend, a better husband. To you, to myself. I want to be better for us.” I admit, sighing.

“And I’ll do the same. We’re not perfect, and we won’t always be on the same page, but that doesn’t mean I love you any less. It doesn’t mean I resent you, either. We have our differences, and that’s truly what attracts us to one another in our own ways. As long as we continue to work on ourselves and each other, while keeping each other safe, we’ll be alright.” He grabs the sides of my head, pulling me close and kissing me on the forehead.

“Yeah. yeah.” A tear streams down my face, a breath escaping my lips. It feels good to be cared for. And it felt good to care. It felt good to love. I cherish yo, Izuku. I won’t deny you. I won’t leave you to die.

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stonesr-fics · 27 days ago

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"Free" Tour Tuesdays | Toxic Stan Pines x Fem Reader One Shot

[Based off S2 E6]

After hours were something you weren't necessarily sure of when it came to the Mystery Shack knowing most tourists don't really return after their first visit.

It was late, and something told you to take up on the offer from Stan, a local seller and owner of the Mystery Shack. He offered you his card during a one-on-one tour of the Shack, as well as a personal tour after hours.

But was it worth possible death knowing this "Shack" of his looks even more questionably terrifying during the day was the question.

You walk onto the grassy pavement, your phone's flashlight giving you leverage over how dark it is outside.

The Mystery Shack door opens and you're met with a lawful grin from Stan, inviting you forward with a lantern.

"Welcome, welcome. I see you've taken me up on my special offer...Good. Come in, come in.."

The door creaks open wider, as he holds it open for you, a slightly unnerving but inviting smile plastered on his face. Your eyes are met with so many intriguing things, from trinkets to freakish looking creatures in glass jars and large containers.

Interesting artifacts catch your eye, like googly eye glasses with eyes that actually move, poison that has 'GLU3' painted on it, cannibalistic socks, and even Waddles but you still haven't found anything you actually want to buy.

"How 'boutta zombie head?" He asks, a zombie head in his hand, held up by whatever hair was left on it's head.

"Um.., no thanks."

"Laced poprocks?"

"Absolutely not."

"C'mon dollface, there has to be something you wanna buy, I've showed you as much as I could from that skinned monster tail that still moves to that fuckin' loser who I covered in wax and turned into an artifact for playin' with my money. What, you want a watch or somethin'?.. You know what, don't answer that."

"What if I don't want to buy anything?"

"Well you can stop wasting my time for starters. And second, you never shoulda' showed up if you didn't want anything..." His voice trails off, a regretful, tempted look overlapping his cocky demeanor.

"...Stan, I'm not here to waste your time.. I miss you. And maybe you'll see this as an excuse to see you, I just..."

"Do you not understand how fucked up this is? Do you not understand that I can't have you sneaking around and poking in my business? Hell, I was surprised you even showed up." He chuckles, a concerned and cocky tone in his voice. He walks closer to you, his finger painfully pressed into the surface of your chest.

"You're one crazy motherfucker for cheating on me with my brother all those years ago, and then magically showing up here, you know that? Does that make you feel good? Coming back to see me after all these years, knowing I couldn't even get an apology from either of you?"

There was nothing you could even say to that, knowing he was right. His eyes cross yours with intent that lingers for a split second before he grabs you by the face, his fingers pressing into your skin. A cold, firm object brushes over your skin as it's forced under your shirt. Your eyes trail down to see a cocked pistol pushed up against your stomach. "Don't look at the gun, dollface, focus on me, and really understand what I'm about to say. 'Kay, sweetcheeks? "

His tone catches your attention, snapping your focus back towards him. "There isn't a single thing stopping me from pulling this trigger and letting you bleed out on the side of the road for playin' with my money, I could leave you for whatever the fuck lurks in those goddamn woods if I wanted to. So, stop wasting my time before we both end up unlucky."

He releases you from his grasp, causing your head to slightly jerk back while he pushes you backwards with his gun still pressed against you.

His lips quickly intertwine with yours, the musk of his body heat overwhelming you. He drags the cold metal across your skin, slowly moving it in between your legs as his tongue swirls in your mouth. He groans, his gun pushed up against you roughly through your clothes, as his dick twitches in his pants.

He breaks the kiss, you both struggling to catch your breath before he pushes his tongue into your mouth again, your moans overwhelming him. The kiss doesn't last long, as he pulls you down on top of him, dropping into his favorite chair while his TV show plays behind you.

With his dick hard and poking against you through his work pants, he quickly pulls your shirt over your head, tossing your shirt to the side. His hands trail over your tits and your body with the gun, before he starts to kiss your body down.

He flips you, your back now up against the chair as he gets on his knees, his hands continuing to rub you. He unbuttons your pants, placing the gun on the arm of the chair, and sliding your pants off. He spreads your legs, pulling your panties to the side with two fingers. Without a second thought, his mouth and tongue overlap at your clit, his mouth overstimulating that sensitive part that makes you ache.

You let out a soft moan, closing your legs shut, his hand cupping over your mouth as he works his mouth. Your hands tangle in his grey hair, tugging every time you feel his tongue flick faster over that sensitive area, causing you to let out a little whine. Your hand slips away, feeling the little warmth on the gun he sat down. As you watch him devour you, you press the gun to his head with one hand, grinding against his perfect mouth, panting as you feel pleasure and pain collide inside you.

He pauses, putting his hands up, "surrendering" as he unzips his pants, pressing his tip against your entrance. "All you had to do was ask, y'know" He chuckles, slipping himself inside, groaning, grabbing you by your ankles with one hand as he folds you. He pushes himself deeper inside you,gun pushed against his shoulder. He thrusts his hips slow and deep, loving every sound you make, watching you take every thick inch of him.

He changes positions, every inch going deeper than before as he holds you in the air, pushed up against the wall with your legs on his shoulders. You cover your mouth as he pumps you full, watching his pecs jump through his button up with every thrust, gun to his head.

"You loved it when I fucked you like this-- raw, deep..Do you know how long I've waited to fold you like this? Fuck, and the way you're clamping down on me, dollface.. My God...."

His eyes lock with yours, his facial expression vulnerable, despite him ruining every part of your insides. A rush of adrenaline overwhelms you, as you feel yourself come undone around him, collapsing in his arms.

He pulls out, placing you back into his chair, jerking himself off until he came on your stomach.

He soon carried you to his room afterwards, placing you on his bed as he intertwines his body with yours for as long as he could. You held each other, slowly drifting off to sleep.

You woke up tired the next morning, but happy knowing his large arm draped over your covered body, while he stupidly snored loudly in your ear.

Did that count as forgiveness? You never knew for sure.

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stonesr-fics · 28 days ago

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Mystreet Oneshot | Z. Ro’meave + KC

It was a Tuesday, and Zane has just gotten home from school, excelling in his pony playtime. He sat on his bed with his door locked, role playing as Rainbo fast and Shysky, as they had a princess sleepover. Outside his window, someone else managed to catch his attention, Kawaii-Chan, who happened to be talking to his brother Garroth.

Zane hated when they talked, knowing Garroth would flirt with any girl he laid eyes on, especially if it pissed off his brother. Zane suddenly had an urge to rush downstairs and outside to break up their conversation, in which he did.

As he stepped outside, he called out for his beloved girlfriend to get her attention. “Kawaii-Chan! Oh I’m so happy to see you-... not so much for you, Garroth.”

Kawaii-Chan felt sympathy towards Garroth, speaking up for him.

“Zane!~ Be nice, he’s your brother!”

Kawaii-Chan crosses her arms, frustrated with her boyfriend.

Zane notices her small anguish, folding under pressure.

“Fine, hello Garroth, goodbye Garroth." Zane's voice shot arrows through Garroth as he spoke to him so carelessly before snatching up his girlfriend, carrying her over his shoulder to his room.

"Zane!?" Kawaii-Chan panics, kicking her legs as she was wisked away.

After pushing his ponies onto the sides of his bed, Zane drops KC onto his bed, and lays next to her before speaking up. "I need to say something. I'm sorry that I can be over protective sometimes...I just can't help it when Garroth flirts with you. You're my girl, and nothing he can say or do will ever change that." Zane mutters, caressing her thighs.

She shifts, laying on the bed with her legs on top of one another on her side, thrown off by how different her and her boyfriend's relationships are with their siblings.

She ponders before asking, "I just don't understand.. do you hate him?" The question seems to throw Zane off, knowing she wouldn't like the answer. "KC.."

That was all she needed to hear. She could feel her body sink into the mattress almost, noticing how different their lives are despite their romance. She sighs, turning to face him, disappointment covering her face. He couldn't fully say wholeheartedly what he wanted to say. It'd practically kill her, and he knew that. and he hated that.

"...Are you upset at me?" Zane asks back, hating to see her down. "I dunno... I don't want to be, I just hate to see you two fighting all the time, you know i already have to deal with enough fighting at home and.." she cuts her sentence off, sighing.

Zane hesitates before speaking. "I can.. make it up to you." she says with a slightly questioning tone.

"Really? How? You just told me you hated your sibling, your skin and blood-- who happens to be a really caring person." KC continues, "What, are you gonna tell me you never forgave him for anything he's done?"

Zeros and negatives across the board.

KC looks at him surprised, pulling Zane's mask down, looking at him with pure intention. "You have to get over it someday, Zane. You were kids, and he's done nothing but suck up to you ever since."

She cups his cheek firm but reassuringly. Zane takes comfort in her touch, accepting and taking in how their conversations aren't always gonna be comfortable. "I know, I just- it's... hard. I didn't get to have the childhood I wanted, he did, I didn't get to make friends and socialize with people.. He did. And it still baffles me-- still, how fast I'd kill someone to save his ass in a heartbeat."

"Aww, you're so sweet, Zane.." KC pulls him into a kiss by his hoodie.

Zane kisses her back, a tender smile on his lips as he slipped in between her legs. KC wrapped her arms around his neck, their kisses become hotter and more desperate by the second.

He could feel himself get hard, as he grinded against her, a soft groan leaving his lips.

KC looked at him, before shifting to slide her panties down from underneath her pink skirt, pushing him downward without a word. He obeys, as she slips her legs over his shoulders. Zane looks at her, before looking down at her bushy pussy, happy to be able to please such a beautiful girl before looking at her again.

"KC... I... Don't know what to say..." Zane pauses. They've never gone that far, even with the boner rubbing against his bed sheets. KC ensures him,

"You wanted to make it up to me, right?"

"Of course I do, I hate to see you so down, especially over him."

"This is about us, and...I love you Zane, and nothing will ever change that, remember?" Zane's eyes softened, finding comfort in the repeated words.

"I love you too, Naa-na."

Zane then lowers his head, going underneath her skirt. He spreads her with two fingers, his tongue slowly licking her opening, before moving upward, swirling around her clit. KC jerks, moaning softly as she closes her legs, wrapping her ankles around the back of his neck, bucking her hips against his medium-paced tongue, while gripping his hair. His thumb traces her clit, circling it as his fingers slip inside her, his index and middle finger bringing her volume up. She gasps, feeling his fingers curve and press against her g-spot.

"Does that feel good?" he teases, enjoying the way her legs shake for him. "You're so cute, naa-na.."

"Zane, I'm gonna cum..." she grinds against his fingers, feeling her skin get hotter.

"Already? Go ahead then baby, let me feel you cum for me." His fingers increase in pace, pumping her full while he presses his tongue against her clit again, overstimulating her body as she feels herself climax.

She cries out as she gushes around his fingers and tongue, her legs crushing his head.

KC collapses onto the bed, her body sinking into the mattress. Her chest heaves, trying not to think about the mess they're gonna have to clean up afterwards. But to her surprise, he didn't lift his head back up. "Zane?" was all she could muster before her legs are tugged downwards on the bed, Zane's hands clutching onto her thighs as they sit perfectly on his shoulders. He continues, almost slobbing over her delicious cunt, drowning in her sweat and sex. His tongue stroked her clit, before slurping her bead like a clam shell.

KC gasps, the overstimulation overwhelming her, tangling her fingers in his hair tightly as her body tenses once again. She tries not to make much sound, but she fails, moaning his name as he devours her.

"Zane- oh my G--"

Zane sucks her clit, her nerves spiking as she bucks into his mouth desperately. Pulling on his hair, KC's eyes puff up with tears, trying to force herself to be quiet.

It was so exciting how he could feel her nails dig into his scalp. Despite the obvious,the boner in his pants ached and hurt against his bed sheets, but he continued nonetheless.

Slowing his tongue, Zane slurped the juices that flow from her hole.

"You taste so good, baby." Zane spoke, muffled, the base of his voice tickling her.

She whines, trying to stretch her legs, but couldn't make much of an effort with a man edging her pretty cunt. He began to pick up the pace once more, enjoying how she clenches everytime his fingers teased her entrance.

"Zane, please.. I can't... please let me cum on your tongue.."

Zane's mind blanked and nothing else mattered in that moment.

He devoured her until she couldn't even speak anymore.

He finger-fucked her sensitive pussy, while he ate at her, begging to taste all of her juices. "Cum, naa-na, cum on my tongue like you begged me to." He begged her back, knowing she craved for that release as much as he did. He couldn't help himself, his chin coated with her lustrous scent and flavors, he wanted her to collapse knowing she'd never need another stress relief. And neither would he.

"I'm gonna cum again- Za-- oh fuck!" Her legs began to tighten again, her grip holding onto his head like she needed to take it off. There it was, that feeling when you can't hold it anymore, fighting yourself to hold back. She came undone around his mouth, squirting onto his face and his bed sheets, and he came undone as well, exploding in his pants for the sake of her pleasure. Her body slumped onto the mattress once again, as well as his, resting, finally. After they were done, they took a shower together, holding each other and cleaning each other as the water washed away the smell of desperation and sex.

He cleaned her body for her, sudsing her body with soap and kissing her softly. It was a reward, after working her so hard, and working to please her. They were satisfied after climbing out and washing the sheets, KC helped tidy his room and washed their clothes, and they went on a picnic date afterwards, eating cake and ice cream with Garroth.

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