#im really missing Deku

[sanzusslutt]

Baji: Chifuyu! I need a favor!

Chifu: I'm not kissing you again.

Mitsuya: Kissing?..

Y/N: AGAIN?!

[2000dragonarmy]

First finished work of the year featuring human sonic and rabbit deku! Trying a new rendering style kinda. I also struggle with backgrounds, especially abstract backgrounds framing characters so this was an attempt!

[catboytenya]

Everyone shut the fuck up about shipping discourse. Everyone look at the sleepies. Also ignore my bugs in the background.

[totallyoli]

Luffy u greedy fuck let him shine HIS MANGA IS ENDING!!

[heartsforkatsuki]

it’ll be okay. ｡°✩ k.bakugo

pov ; your ex boyfriend gets you out of a depressive episode

mirror fic to LOSER MONOLOGUE

pairings ; ex bf!katsuki bakugo x reader

tags ; angst, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, happy ending.

your alarm went off, again. you keep forgetting to turn it off, knowing full well you’re not getting out of bed any time soon.

you’re huddled up under atleast 3 layers of thick blankets, and wearing pajamas from who knows how long ago, but no underwear. you ran out of clean pairs a long time ago, and haven’t bothered to do laundry since. you haven’t been sleeping this whole time, just laying. anything felt better than getting up and facing the world right now. it’s so quiet you can’t even hear your own thoughts, just the sheets rustling when you slowly shift your laying positon. nothing really mattered at this point.

well, you don’t atleast. you still care about izuku, and ochaco, and eijiro. they matter to you, your closest friends. he matters too though, your heart whispers but you push it back down. everyone matters, not you though. you’re just there, and nothing would change if you ever weren’t.

that settles in your head for a couple minutes, lingering as you stare at your nightstand.

this is nice.

however, your nice moment is ruined when you’re blinded by the light coming through your bedroom door, so you squeeze your eyes shut and cover your face with blankets. it hurts your head so bad you can’t even process unless it’s slowly closed, and you feel a presence over you.

“izuku, i said i’m okay, go.” you can’t even recognize your own voice anymore, it’s so bitter and mean, and cracked at the edges. you dont mean to snap at him, but you can’t help it.

“fuck you, im not deku. don’t talk to me like that.”

that voice. your eyes bust wide open under the covers, and your heart drops, but your body doesn’t tense. no, it’s too tired to.

“leave, bakugo.” your voice is more hushed now, hurt. “im fine, i didnt ask for you to come.”

“you didnt have to ask me, idiot. deku said he hasn’t seen you in four days. he doesn’t think you’ve been eating, so i came anyways.” he’s quieter too, now. there’s no disgust, or a condescending tone like everyone else has been talking to you lately. bakugo isn’t like that.

“fuck izuku..” you groan, turning your head into your pillow, still hidden by covers. “you’re my ex, bakugo, not my caretaker. please leave, im fine.”

“we agreed to stay friends, so i’m here as one.”

yep. thats true. the breakup was mutual, you were in school, he was climbing up the hero ranks. both of you were too busy to keep it up.

fuck izuku

“what do you want”

“to check on you. make sure youre okay.”

you finally peel the covers off your head, cracking your eyes open slightly, though your vision is blurry. he looks so .. unbothered. brows furrowed, like always. his usual black tee, grey sweats, and messy blond hair. if you were capable, you’re sure you would have thrown up at the familiarity of his presence.

“yeah? well, im fine.”

“you’re an awful liar, [name].”

“then leave.” you snap, turning back under your covers.

“i think imma do what i want, [name]” he snaps back, snatching all the blankets off in one layer and throwing you over his shoulder.

“katsuki!! put me down, now!!”

your struggle literally only makes him chuckle as he turns the living room light on.

that damn light makes your headache resurface, and you groan as you cover your eyes by burying your face into his neck.

oof!

you’re dropped onto the couch, and katsuki sits on the coffee table, facing you.

you curl your legs, laying sideways, not meeting his eyes.

“have you been missing therapy?” your eyes shoot to his.

he always knew you went to therapy, but you never talked about it.

you shake your head.

“how about class? or work?”

you shake your head, again.

“you haven’t done any school work at all?”

your voice quiets again, “i dropped out.”

and of course, his reaction was inevitable.

“dropped OUT?!” he bursts, standing from the table, looming over you as you close your eyes, your lower lip trembling.

“you’ve been obsessed with school for.. for forever, [name]! that was your dream! to graduate, to be.. accomplished! why the fuck would you drop out?!”

“i just did, okay?! i was.. i was tired!” your voice only grows softer, and you can’t stop the tears that follow your words. “don’t scream, please.”

“shit, [name]…” he walks around the table, looking up at the ceiling as he runs his hand over his mouth. “fuck.”

you open your tear-blurred eyes to see him back on the coffee table, still staring up as you wipe your face.

“okay, ill go easy on you.” he lays a hand over yours, pressing ever so lightly. “have you eaten?”

“no” you meet his gaze.

“yesterday?”

“…no.”

“okay, let’s get you fed and then cleaned up. you look and smell rancid.” he stands, patting his hands on his thighs.

“katsuki..”

“hush. im doing this for you, so hush.”

you dont need this. but maybe its not so bad.

“come on, cheer me on while i cook.” he reaches out a hand, pulling you to stand for the first time in god knows how long. you almost fall right back onto the floor, but he stabilizes you with his hand. “jeez..”

he guides you into the kitchen, seating you onto a stool facing the stove on the other side of the kitchen island. he grabs a blanket from the basket behind the table chairs, wrapping it around your body.

not even a minute later he was whipping around your kitchen, grabbing tupperware and materials you forgot you owned.

while you were zoned out staring at the stove, he sets a glass of water infront of you, and then you notice the open, empty fridge.

“you don’t have shit to eat in here, [name].”

then you looked over to the countertop next to the stove. a ramen packet, and butter.

when was the last time you went grocery shopping?

no point, you couldn’t cook and he wasn’t here to help you with it. takeout it was.

“ill just go rob deku, be right back. dont move.” he points at you.

a couple minutes later, the door opens again, and you see flashes on blond and green hair, breezing into your kitchen, arms filled with food. bakugo walks past you and gets to work, but izuku stands staring, like if he was surprised to see you in your own apartment.

“[name]. how are you?” it sounded a little, panicked. but you knew he meant well.

“awful.” his eyes widen and he blinks. “you knew that, though.”

“ah.. okay..” he shifts his weight, “well, ill leave you to it!”

“izuku” you gesture for him to move close, and he complies. you wrap your arms around him, “thank you.”

“yeah, anytime [name]. i love you.”

“however, next time you call any of my exes again, consider yourself a dead man.”

“bu-” he knew it was pointless to argue. “okay, wont happen again..”

“thanks for the food.”

“anytime.” he leaves and shuts the door.

you’re not who you were even half a year ago, and definitely not the same person he fell for back at ua. you used to be sharp, full of energy, sometimes sarcastic or even confrontational. in college, when he finally asked you out, you were still full of life—maybe a bit more cynical, but still passionate and curious. when did that change? when did you become so withdrawn, quiet, and sad? if he’d just looked a little closer, made more of an effort, could he have seen the signs earlier? if he’d stayed in touch as a friend after things ended, would he have still needed deku to point out that you were struggling?

4 minutes later, katsuki sets a bowl infront of you and hands you chopsticks.

“nothing fancy, just dumplings and noodles. eat, please.”

he eats his own bowl aswell, you sit in silence. then, the conversation shifts and he ends up telling you how he started taking night shifts, hence why he’s here and not working, but that he also called a day off to check on you.

“i was worried for you.”

“you dont get worried, katsuki.”

"tch. you idiot. i’m constantly worried, especially when it comes to you. when deku told me he hadn’t seen you and that you weren’t eating, i panicked," he admits, his usual confidence slipping. "i was scared something terrible had happened... that i might walk in and—" he cuts himself off, unable to say it. instead, he wipes at his eyes with both hands and curses under his breath. "i wouldn’t have been able to deal with that," he says, your name falling from his lips, rough and full of emotion.

you don’t know how to respond, so you don’t.

he stands to your side, staring down at you, then suddenly pulls you into his chest. you stumble into him with a quiet “oof” as his arms wrap tightly around you. it’s comforting, familiar—so natural that you sink into it without thinking, hands clutching at his shirt as your body goes slack. he holds you steady, resting his chin on top of your head. the hug is a bit intense, a bit possessive, but after feeling so empty for so long, it’s a relief. your chest starts to ease, and before you even realize it, you’re crying—not out of pain, but just to let it all out. to finally feel something.

“it’s gonna be okay. i got you.”

a couple minutes later, he convinces you to get cleaned up, to which you tell him you want a bath.

in the bathroom, he gently sits you on the closed toilet lid and turns on the water. he even digs through the cabinet to find your favorite hibiscus bath salts, adding a generous scoop to the tub. then he starts undressing down to just his boxers, and you quickly look away, suddenly very focused on the dirt on the floor tiles.

"lift your arms," he says, snapping you out of your thoughts. you lift your arms and he pulls off your sweatshirt and t-shirt in one smooth motion, tossing them into the already full laundry basket. you don’t bother trying to cover yourself—it’s not like he hasn’t seen it all before. his gaze lingers for a second before he kneels to pull off one of your fuzzy socks.

he can’t help noticing how much you’ve changed beneath your clothes. you look softer now, maybe haven’t worked out since he left, and there’s a tired slump to your shoulders he doesn’t remember. but to him, you’re still beautiful—every familiar curve still there. it takes effort not to grab your waist the way he used to. he peels off your other sock, tosses them both toward the laundry with perfect aim, then helps you stand. the sweatpants are the last thing to go, sliding easily down over your hips.

you feel fully immersed in the quiet comfort of it all as he lathers up a washcloth and gently moves it across your skin in slow, soothing circles. you let him guide the moment, tilting your head as he rinses your hair and works shampoo and conditioner through it with careful fingers. you let out a soft laugh when he cleans between your toes, and finally, when he decides you’re all rinsed and done, you lean back against him, fully at ease.

"why’d you break up with me?" his voice is quiet, spoken into the hollow of your shoulder.

"we both chose to," you answer without thinking, the same rehearsed line you’ve repeated to friends and family to keep their concern at bay. mutual, mutual, mutual—it’s what you’ve clung to.

"yeah, but you’re the one who brought it up."

you’re relieved he can’t see your face right now. it gives you a small shred of composure. you trail your fingers through the water, watching the ripples spread as you try to find the right words.

"we were both so busy. and i thought— i didn’t want you to give up anything for me. your career means so much to you, and i couldn’t ask you to pull back, not even a little." he inhales sharply like he’s about to speak, but you keep going. "and i guess i started falling back into that mindset i had in high school. i never told you—didn’t tell anyone back then—but i used to get stuck in these spirals for days. i’d get so focused on one thing that i stopped taking care of myself. and sometimes... that thing was dying. i thought about it so much, it felt like i already had."

you told him about an incident that happened in your senior year, where you went into a spiral and almost succeeded in taking your life.

"anyway," you press on, like you haven’t just shattered something inside of him, "i could feel myself slipping back into that place, and i was too ashamed to go back to therapy, like i’d failed. i didn’t want to put that on you, didn’t want to drag you into my mess, and honestly, it just felt easier to run from it all.”

he falls silent for a beat.

“does anyone else know?”

“just izuku. he’d bring me food and notes.”

“you cou- no, should’ve told me.”

"no, i couldn’t have."

he lets out a frustrated breath. "yes, you could’ve—"

"no, you don’t understand. i couldn’t even face it myself for years. yaomomo only knew because aizawa told her—she was my closest friend and top of the class. i didn’t want anyone else to find out," you lower your voice to a whisper. "it wasn’t about you, katsuki."

he presses his forehead against your shoulder, growling in frustration before trying a different angle. "then what about when we were together? isn’t that what being in a relationship is for, to rely on each other?"

"for me, it was about loving you. not about making you carry my weight."

loving—you still love him, but it would feel too harsh to say it now.

"idiot. i loved you, too. i didn’t want you to go through this alone. you never let me handle anything by myself. remember the workouts for moral support? when you’d hold my hand and stay with me in the hospital after the war? you dumbass, why didn’t you think i’d do the same for you?"

you feel the heat of his tears on your collarbone, trailing down your chest. it startles you; bakugou hardly ever cries. carefully, you turn in his arms to face him, gently placing your hands on his face. he’s really crying—tears streaking down his cheeks, dripping off his chin. he still has that scowl, but you softly smooth the furrow between his brows until it relaxes.

"i’m sorry," you whisper, your voice full of meaning, putting everything you feel, "i’m still in love with you," into those words. you kiss his forehead lightly, then wipe his cheeks dry with your thumbs.

he lets out a long, heavy sigh, his tone more serious than you’ve ever heard, his hands resting on your hips as he gently rubs circles with his thumbs. "will you let me now? now that i know, will you let me help and care for you? even if it’s just as a friend?”

your heart skips a beat.

this is why you fell in love with him. after everything, he still stays. nothing can scare the way this man loves you.

like instinct, you lower your head and kiss him, pouring your soul into it.

you pull back, stabling yourself with your hands on his shoulders.

“im so-”

“stop apologizing.” he rests his forehead on yours.

“move in with me.”

“okay.”

and maybe he’s right, it’ll all be okay.

LMFAO i hurt a lot of people with the last angst fic so here’s a happier ending … LMAO. @jealousmartini @sofiathehobo @wildberry-101 @intimidaid

[gamblersdoll]

cw: semi cheating trope, cucking, doggy style, masturbation (m) spitting, katsuki being really mean in this one, slapping.

this felt dirty and wrong, izuku thought. the way he felt about you was greater than his past crush for ochaco, yet here he was. the obsessive and adoration he had for you was no match, but here he was.

here he was pressing down on katsuki’s head as he went down on izuku, him slightly gagging on his length and pushing away. “fuck– you getting too rough, deku.” he spits, glaring up at him. “calm down this time.”

he nods, eyes filled with lust and his judgement clouded. he didnt notice the two missed calls you had given him, nor the four missed messages. his fingers trail through katsuki’s head, yet his balls lurched when katsuki licked his lips.

“zuku, what are you—“ you say, opening the door and looking at your phone. until your eyes meet the two, katsuki on his knees while izuku sits on his bed, manspreading.

both of their hearts thump, a cold nervous sweat on both of their faces and hands as you just stand there, bewildered. your heart clenches, feeling sadness, but more of disappointment and rage filling your veins.

“baby—“ izuku starts, but gets cut off by you.

“nah nah, fuck you!” you shout, turning around and slamming the door. it had to be about nine in the evening, so everyone was already downstairs chilling out.

it took you about a month or two to settle your nerves, feeling rage and betrayal from him just getting his dick sucked from his childhood friend.

a friend who also just so happen to be friends with you, surprisingly. thats what threw you off, katsuki just so suddenly became friends with you and wasn’t completely an ass to you. you at first thought nothing of it, but now it made sense.

your mind stops thinking, your ears and eyes being drawn to the message ping on your phone. izuku had texted, asking to meet in his dorm to talk.

should you even fucking bother? maybe. let hear what this bitch had to say.

“so— first i want to say im so sorry.” he starts, hands on his bouncing knees and eyes darting around. he picked at his nails, katsuki having to pull his hands apart. that only added salt to the wound, because what the fuck was he doing here?

“and why does bakugou have to be here for this?” you ask, growing impatient and tapping your foot. he looks up to your eyes, the glare you gave was mean, hurting his heart.

the “because he has involvement with this— its not what you think!” he quickly says, hands up in defense and looking to you and katsuki.

“so..”

“uhum–“ he tried, swallowing thickly and takes a deep breath. “so.. you remember when i told you i was bi, right? before we got together?” he starts, knee bouncing faster harder. you nod, eyes raised in a “yeah, no shit.” look. “well.. kacchan and i had been talking since we made up, and we started to like you as well.”

youre feet stop tapping, heart stopping and you start a glare. “hold on! and we started to like you and it kinda separated us for a couple weeks, thats when me and you were first dating and we had that big fight that you had to separate.” he rambles, katsuki flicking him to stay on topic.

“and uh, me and kacchan made up again after you both became friends and we wanted to ask you in person if you could give a threeway a shot!”

you just stare, looking at the both of them and watching katsuki just lean back. that made your blood boil, the way hes just acting all casual.

katsuki notices, manspreading himself and staring right back at you. “if you got something to say, say it.” he states, testing to see who and what you were.

you say nothing, biting your tongue and looking back to the green haired boy. “that’s absolutely bullshit and you know it.” you say, finding that shit unbelievable and quite frankly, offensive. “you mean to tell me that you both were fucking on the down low and then i just peaked both of your interest, you got together with me and all of a sudden you want a three way?”

“aint that what he just said?” katsuki finally speaks and chimes in, eyebrow raised.

you feel like a snapping point, like your ready to reach across and slap the fuck out of him for even speaking to you at all. “you can shut the fuck up, baku—“

at that point, he had heard enough between you and izuku. he reaches out, grabbing you by your throat and giving a slight choke. your thighs quiver, it being an instant trigger for you to become a mess.

“kacc—!”

“nah, you took too long with your fuckin’ delivery.” he says, hand groping a breast and leading you to the bed. “youre the one who told me this the shit she likes, so i’m fuckin’ her.”

and if those words werent a trigger for you, it was for izuku. his cock grows hard, his shorts becoming a restriction to his length and he groans.

katsuki’s lips crash onto yours, him effortlessly taking a hand and freeing himself from his boxers and tapping it against your skin. “you want it, dont you?” he teases, ripping the shorts off of your skin and rubbing circles into your clit.

his hand pries open your mouth, his eyes lowering. “open.” he says, curling his lips and spitting into your wet cavern. he looks over to izuku, izuku already freeing himself and spitting on his own length. “you see that there?” he points, whispering in your ear.

“thats what he does when he thinks about me fucking you like some common whore.” he reveals, chuckling in your ear. “he been waitin’ for this, to see me fuck you relentless and he watch.” he says again, slapping your clit and pinching it.

“zuku—“ your voice tries, sounding hoarse and katsuki focusing on your face now. he lands a somewhat hard slap to it, forcing you to look only at him.

“dont look at him, why are you looking at him? whos about to fuck you?” katsuki presses, fingers digging their way into your walls. “huh? whos about to fuck this pussy hm?”

you stutter, the intrusion being too much and you claw at his skin. “katsuki! shit—“

“yeah, thats right. im the one fucking you, not him. he assures, fingers finished from curling inside onto your gspot and forcing themselves into your mouth. “you dont get to cum, yet, either.”

you suckle on his fingers, eyes rolling back from the sheer force of his demands and tossing. he flips you over, face in the mattress and him grabbing you by your hips. shit, could you do this? doggy you cant even handle with izuku.

you try to look up, only catching a glimpse of izuku fisting his cock and his face flushed.

you squeal, feeling the heat from katsuki’s tip slip inside of your walls and hitting that spot already. the spot that hadnt been touched in however long you and izuku hadnt talked. “fuck, i can see what you mean by her being a tight space.” katsuki groans, hand gripping a hip and shoulder blade.

he starts immediately thrusting at such a violent place, but you knew he was going to be like that. “some fucking girlfriend you fuckin’ had!” katsuki laughs, his hips snapping into yours and balls slapping at your clit. “just some fucking whore that needed a good dick!”

you moan into the mattress, drooling against it and eyes rolling harder to your skull. you clawed at the sheets, hearing izuku lose himself in his fist as he watched his fuck buddy, his childhood best friend fuck his pretty girlfriend.

you choke, his cock angled at a different spot that had never been used or touched. “oh shit, you havent fucked her this way either, huh?” he grins, his hips angling themselves better and he spits onto the curve of your back. “yeah? he doesnt fuck you good like i do, huh?” he asks, a harsh slap to your ass.

“no— no no fuck!” you moan, going stupid from the intrusion, the sheer force of his hips alone making you go dumb. your tummy clenched, feeling your clit throb more than anything until it hurt.

“fuck, shes about to cum, deku.” he growls in a praise, his palms pressing down on your lower back as he slams his bodyweight into the thrusts.

you squeal, that coil tightening and hearing izuku lose himself in his own orgasm at the same time. you had missed hearing him cum, you both usually always have a simultaneous orgasm together at the same time.

“cum in her— breed her pussy please, kacchan.” he pleads, his hand shines with his seed and sweat that came from fucking his cock.

katsuki loses himself in a matter of time, approximately two minutes after you both had came and it was all because of how good you felt and that izuku just wanted to watch you get fucked by his childhood friend. his own rival.

[firesmokeandashes]

Mha "could've been canon" quotes/scenarios

Fake Deku: *walks into the common room and over to Katsuki*

Fake Deku: "Hey Bakugou! Want to go spa-"

Half of class 1 a: *suddenly jumps the fake deku*

Fake Deku: "Wait! What are you guys doing! Get off me!"

Ochako: "Cut the bullshit, we know you're not Deku"

Fake Deku: *detransforms into some random villain*

Villain: "But how? I haven't done anything out of the ordinary!"

Todoroki: "Midoriya never calls Bakugou, Bakugou"

Tenya: "In fact we're not entirely sure he knows how to say Bakugo's real name"

Katsuki: Besides, danger sense would have alerted Izuku before everyone jumped you and gotten out of the way. So really you're just stupid"

Jirou: "Wait, sense this guy isn't Deku-"

Momo: "Where's the real one!?"

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Meanwhile at the villain's hideout:

Izuku: "So you see, you can be whatever you want to be, you don't have to be a villain"

Villain 1: *sniffling* "That's so deep man"

Villain 2: *crying* "No one's ever told us that before! Thank you!"

Villain 3: *sobbing uncontrollably* "Thank you so much! Im gonna turn my whole life around now, I promise!"

Villain 4: *sitting in a corner contemplating their life choices and having a mental crisis*

Izuku: *slightly flustered* "There's really no need to thank me! You guys should have been told all this from the beginning!"

All four villains: *thinking* 'And he's humble too!'

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Back at UA:

Aizawa: "So you mean to tell me he's been missing for FIVE HOURS!?"

Katsuki: *frustrated sigh* Yeah"

Aizawa: *insert groan of dissapointed and frustration*

Aizawa's phone: *rings*

Aizawa: "What!?"

Villain 1: "Um, is this Erasurehead?"

Aizawa: "Yes, what do want? I'm in the middle of important business!"

Villain 1: "Well, you see, we have one of your students, Midoriya, and we want to know where we should drop him off at?"

Aizawa: "...."

Aizawa: "What do mean 'drop him off at'"?

Villain 1: Well, he kind of gave us a talk about how we don't need to be villains and now we all feel bad about the stuff we did and want to give him back to you"

Aizawa: *sighs tiredly while dragging his hand down his face*

Aizawa: "Meet me at the abandoned choclate factory over on 15th street"

Villain 1: "Okay! Yeah, we can do that and I just want to say how sorry we are for kidnapping him! We're fully expecting to be arrested when we get there, so don't worry about us putting up a fight"

Aizawa: *sighs tiredly and hangs up*

Katsuki who listened to the whole conversation on speaker phone: "So he did it again?"

Aizawa: "Yup."

Katsuki: "And now you have to call the police and do more paperwork than you want to?"

Aizawa: "Yup."

Katsuki: "Want me to go with you to pick him up or..."

Aizawa: "Yes, lord knows he's gonna need someone to talk to on the way back and I cannot deal with him right now."

Katsuki: "So... what do we do with this guy?"

Katsuki: *jabs finger towards the shapeshifing villain who is tied and gagged with sero's tape snd spewing muffled curses at them*

Aizawa:"Hand him over to campus security and let them take care of him"

Katsuki: *nods and drags the screaming villain out the door with him*

Aizawa: "Im getting too old for this"

●●●●●

Later at the abandoned Chocolate Factory:

Aizawa, Katsuki, and a handful of cops walk into the Factory:

Izuku: *jumping up and down while waving his hand*

Cops: *rush over to arrest the villains*

Izuku: "Sensei! Kacchan!! Over here!"

Katsuki: "We know, idiot! We aren't blind!"

Villain 1 being arrested: *whispering* That's 'Kacchan'? I thought he'd be nicer"

Villains 2-4 also being arrested: *nod in agreement*

Izuku: *bounds over to Aizawa and Katsuki*

Izuku: "Sensei! Kacchan! You're not going to believe the day I've had!"

Izuku: *begins rambling*

Aizawa looks tiredly at Katsuki: "You take care of him, I have a big enough headache as it is"

Katsuki: *nods and turns back to listen to Izuku's rant and scold him for being reckless and getting in trouble again*

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[ganondoodle]

another addition, again i dont agree with every single bit but its still a good video

(like the part about the sky, i find it almost as disappointing as the underground- almost bc i love the udnerground as a concept so im even more frustrated with how underused it actually is; i also dont think the constructs are that much of a good enemy addition bc they are really like .. mechanical bokblins; i also found minerus entire "dungeon", boss and ability to be pretty boring- theres also a longer intermission with just .. a pause? but the video goes on to talk about story after that- then talks alot about the voice acting .. the english one of course bc i guess people never try any other setting- espeically when you dont like a voice performance .. why wouldnt you try one of a different language, anyway, i skip through those clips bc i just ... cant listen to them, every single one is mediocre to bad and idk why bc in so many english films its not like that..)

this next one is much longer and more like a guy narrating over their gameplay and what they thought at that time- its less well structured but found it neat to listen to anyway (the chapters on the video only go halfway for some reason so the part labeled -puzzles- isnt all about puzzles actually and stretches to the far end and talks about alot of stuff)

but theres some weird things they mention like ... ganondorf being "clearly" the one from oot ...? which isnt true at all? and more stuff thats just kinda wrong (like the garden of time is not skyloft ... or the shiekah hating the sonau bc in botw the barbarian set called them "barbaric" when the shiekah didnt even exist in that way during that time, at least in what we know of the very long ago past of totk .. which isnt much tbh, and also its a pretty clear retcon with no actual significance imo, i dont get where they got the idea from that the shiekah called them that bc im pretty sure the armor set is the only lore we really had about them and the armor descriptions arent written by the shiekah .. are they? ... anyway, theres little weird things but overall found it ok to have on in the background)

so im not sure if anyones interested, but, i went through quite a bunch of totk critiques by people who were also very disappointed with it and thought id share my favorite videos i found (granted, i only really wachted those that youtube recommened and its mostly .. white men... things like the orientalism problem are not mentioned at all for example, maybe ill update this post if i find any more diverse voices)

i dont agree with every single point and also dont know most of the channels (aside from the big zelda theory guys) so i judged solely by what they mentioned in those videos and the quality of it (like the audio .. bc i cant listen to bad audio)

in no particular order, also they talk about or use footage of the literal ending stuff so if you arent done with the game yet, better leave these for now

(the following one is a podcast thing by multiple zelda theory guys, there some stuff you can skip at the start thats just kidna random things, but the video is marked with chapters)

(theres some mention of some things not making sense, like the sonau only being two, and ithink thats kinda bc the english translation was weirdly vague about that, in the german version its much more directly said that they all died out and only rauru and mineru were left of them;

also mentions of how unfitting it is to call the enigma stones "secret"stones in english might come from a similar thing; in german they where called "Mysterienstein" which would be translated as mystic/mysterious/enigma- stone

just wanted to mention that since the vast majority are gonna play it in english only and the stuff online is also dominated by english)

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

So, that deja vu fic got me thinking.. and what if katsuki has a childhood friend (obvi friends w deku too) where he is always trying to impress her and class 1-a notices or ( if you’d like them older ) the agency notices and starts betting on when he’ll confess to her. turns out, she actually confesses first and everyone is happy (and slightly disappointed… nobody got their money) 😋😋

Also, when i saw the notification “@cashmoneyyysstuff started following you” i have never hit a follow back button so fast 😭🫶

Remember you’re amazing, take care of yourself, drink water, stay safe, and know that you are loved ❤️

bet on it, bet on it !!

there's definitely something going on between you two, and your classmates are determined to figure out when it'll finally happen

a/n: WAAAA @itzjustj-1000 this is soo cute ! especially since katsuki being a loser n tryin to impress us instead of just confessing is honestly adorable. ALSO ALSO ur LITERALLY THE SWEETEST !! ur the loveliest it's a given i had to follow u !! i tried to honour ur request as best i could, i hope you like it ! also say it w me yall: WEEWOOO WEEWOOO CHILDHOODFRIENDS TO LOVERS ALEEEEEERRTTT(yall r forcing my hand atp (not that im complaining tho))

fem reader, katsuki is a whipped little loser, katsuki likes getting praised by reader but acts like he doesn't challenge (fails miserably), kaminari n sero are little shits, m*neta (he doesn't say anything creepy don't worry <3) everyone is in their 2nd year in this one. lemme know if i missed something else !

for as long as izuku midoriya could remember, you and kacchan have always been a packaged deal.

deku remembers all the way back in primary school, how kacchan would bend over backwards to impress you, spending his days trying to win your praise like he was collecting it. whether it be showing off how good his reading skills were, or showing off his newly acquired quirk to you at any given chance. (away from the eyes of the teachers, of course)

or even with silly things. like the time he showed you how long he could hold his breath underwater. it didn't matter, as long as he could show it off to you, he would.

deku remembers how pride would fill his childhood friends face, cheeks practically glowing and a smile basically reaching his ears. a simple "woooah, you're so cool kacchan !" had the boastful blonde giddy for the entire day, chest puffed out as he walked ahead of everyone, with you right next to him, of course. (you were the only one worthy enough to stand by his side after all)

and though he spent his time trying to win your praise, he also needed your attention constantly. katsuki constantly demanded your attention. he's the only one who's allowed to sit next to you in class, you're always the one he picks first when it's time to pick teams to play dodgeball. he's your partner for every project and you're the one who walks beside him when you and your friends go venture out in the woods to go out on your adventures. and even though they would usually take place in the park, katsuki always claimed he'd be the one to protect you if anything were to happen.

as kids, deku was probably the only one who noticed how hard katsuki tried to impress you.

and he's probably the only one to notice how he still does it now.

"sooo...kacchan totally has a thing for yn, agreed ?"

"mhm. definitely."

"yup."

"'m suprised you just noticed that now, kaminari...actually i'm not really suprised." jirou drawled, twirling one of her earphone jacks around her finger.

okay, so apparently he isn't the only one who noticed.

kaminari pouts "i noticed ! i noticed, like, ages ago !" he huffs into his folded elbows on the desk " i just wanted to see if you guys did !"

"you'd be stupid to miss it." sero cuts in smoothly. their grouchy homeroom teacher somehow ended up absent, leading to an impromptu free period. which in turn caused for loads of gossip he had somehow gotten roped into. kirishima, kaminari and sero were talking about you and katsuki, happily chatting off about something they couldn't hear from where they were sitting.

"maaaannn, bakugou's way too lucky, scoring such a pretty girl. what's he got that i don't ?!" kaminari whines. kirishima shushes him lightly, afraid to rouse the attention of a certain blonde they just so happened to be talking about

"now that i think about it.." sero wondered, leaning onto kirishima's shoulder "midoriya, you guys are childhood friends, right ? have they always been..." he cuts himself off, pointing over at you both with his chin for midoriya to look back. ".. like that ?"

you're chatting about something that's apparently funny or exciting, with katsuki listening along attentively, his head resting in his palm like he's admiring you. his full focus entirely on you, as it usually was.

you're using your hands a lot while you're talking and deku recognizes it as the thing you do when you've gotten to the juicy part of the conversation, deku almost wishes he could listen in, then remembers it's not good to be nosy and shakes the thought away. every once in a while katsuki interjects with a subtle smirk on his face and his remarks have you either giggling or playfully pouting at him unable to hide your smile. the playfulness in his heavy lidded red eyes remains at any reaction you give him, though. kacchan's worked on his poker face over the years but it seems he can't control himself when it comes to you.

izuku realizes he's been openly staring for too long and quickly turns back to look at sero who raises an eyebrow, awaiting a response.

izuku chuckles to himself "yeah, pretty much." he hums, playing around with the ends of his tie as he speaks.

"oooouu~" kaminari sings, suddenly lifting his head up from where it was hidden into his shoulder with a sudden burst of energy, startling kirishima. "juicy details about kacchan, i'm in !"

"i don't know if it's exactly 'juicy'" izuku sweatdropped, chuckling awkwardly. "but kacchan and yn have always been really close. when we were younger, kacchan would always be seeking out yn's attention. he'd be really possesive..or protective over her, i guess ?—it was all pretty harmless though." he recounted, smiling softly at his childhood memories nostalgically pouring into his mind.

both kirishima and sero let out quiet hums when he finishes while denki simply pouts "s'not as juicy as i thought it would be" he huffs petulantly, receiving a knock on his head from jirou who hisses a "he told you that, idiot"

kirishima places his head into the palm of his hands and sighs dreamingly "man, that's so cute. bakugou's been a major softie for yn for so long.." he clenches his fist and izuku thinks he sees a little tear in his eye "so manly !" he exclaims through his sharp teeth.

"yeah, i don't know if 'manly' is the word i'd use to describe someone who's been whipped for so long and still doesn't have the balls to confess" sero ribbed, snickering to himself with denki joining in shortly after.

"hey, don't be assholes !" jirou shot "i think it's kinda cute y'know ? not really..manly..but—cute." she said.

"how much you wanna bet he's not gonna confess until graduation?" kaminari challenged.

"wouldn't put it past 'im." a voice suddenly chimes in. the five of them all turn their heads left, right then down at the voice that came from none other than mineta, who had somehow wormed his way into the conversation.

"and what the hell do you think you're doing sneaking into our conversation, freak" jirou sneers, glaring down at mineta who had already dragged his chair over, including himself into the group.

mineta decides to ignore jirou as he places his arms onto the desk seriously like he's imitating some type of mafia don. " bakugou's never gonna confess any time soon, he's too much of a pussy" he waves off nonchalantly "i bet he won't even have done it by the time we've finished school ! "

" and i bet you wouldn't say that to his face !" kaminari guffaws and the purple haired boy sputters. izuku can't hold back his grin as he watches them bicker.

" kacchan's always been pretty..sure of himself" he settles "i don't think it'd take him that long to confess" he guessed, pressing his thumb onto his chin "though maybe the fact that he's so sure of himself could hold him back.."

ah, there he goes again.. the rest of them thought as they watch midoriya babble on and on into theory land.

denki suddenly slams his fists on the desks, startling everyone. he sucks in a breath "alright ! i bet a thousand yen and the entirety of my lunch box that bakugou won't confess by the end of this year !" he exclaims, not too loud but loud enough so everyone in the group could hear him.

"oooouu~ what're we betting on ?" mina chimes in, suddenly appearing behing jirou and in turn startling her. she flashes her a little glare causing the pink haired girl to offer a weak apology and a hug.

"kaminari just bet a thousand yen and his lunch that bakugou won't confess to yn by the end of this year" sero smirked, clearly enjoying the drama

" ou, that sounds fun ! lemme join in too !" the pink skinned girl pleaded giving her best puppy eye and pout combo.

"sure ! just don't come cryin' to me when you lose" kaminari agrees, playfully jabbing at his friend.

"this is so stupid. i'm not betting money on this.."jirou scoffs rubbing at her temple. "c'moooonnn, don't be chicken, jirou ! " denki whines

"mhmm, c'moonn jirou give into peer pressure !" mina joins in, wrapping her arms around the purple haired girl and swaying her side to side.

jirou groans before finally conceding "..five hundred yen. that's all you're getting from me." she concludes sourly crossing her arms.

" i'm gonna go with kaminari's and say his balls won't drop 'till graduation" sero says simply, smirking almost mischieviously at the display of sudden chaos. he looks a little too pleased, izuku sweatdrops.

"i'm not betting on my bro, that's so unmanly." kirishima refused " i say just let them go at their own pace" he finishes, receiving a nasty look from his chaotic classmates.

needless to say kirishima gave in to peer pressure soon after, offering a modest 1,100 yen by this summer for his friend to confess.

"well i stand on what i said, i don't think he has the balls to say it at all. and i put that on all the money in my pockets ! " mineta proudly spoke.

"how much is that, like, one fruit roll-up ?" mina deadpanned, not missing a beat causing the group to erupt in laughter. mineta's objection's falling on deaf ears.

meanwhile, katsuki notices you've stopped talking all of a sudden. it takes him by surprise as you were so into it a minute ago. "what's up ?" he asks. his question snaps you out of your trance and you jump slightly, turning back to look at him "oh , nothing ! they just seem to be having fun " you gasp, a smile crawling up on your face as you look back at your friends having a good time.

katsuki on the other hand has a slight pout forming on his face, displeased at how his loud mouthed friends distracted you from your conversation. and from him he thinks, but that makes him feel like a snot nosed little kid again and his expression turns even more sour.

"tch. the fuck are those losers so loud for" he grumbles under his breath. you catch it though, and you giggle. his eyes brighten and his brows unfurrow the slightest bit when he hears it.

"don't be such a buzzkill katsu, s'not their fault you're no fun." you jest, chuckling to yourself when he scowls at you.

"fuck off ! m'not a buzzkill" he rolls his eyes, huffing indignantly "an' i'm plenty of fun" he finishes grumpily. you laugh a little more, covering your mouth with your hand when you catch a peak of him narrowing his eyes at you making fun of him. he simply rolls his eyes and sighs, shaking his head. he'll let it slide, he always does with you.

"right, right. my apologies, sir dynamight" you chuckle, bowing slightly at him, he huffs out a laugh "that's sir lord explosion murder god dynamight to you" he snorts. you throw your head back and laugh and katsuki feels the same pride he used to feel when he'd found something cool to show you back when you were brats. his stomach feels fuzzy and his head feels clouded the way it used to when you'd offer him your big, bright sparkly eyes and a "you're so cool kacchan !""

god, it never failed to remind him how much of a whipped loser he was for you.

and unfortunately still is.

you scoot your chair a little closer to his and katsuki has to use all of his might not to blush at the sudden proximity, as miniscule as the distance between you both was to begin with.

"well okay then, sir lord explosion murder god dynamight" you say rapidly, laughing to yourself. katsuki let's out a breathy chuckle, it's cute. he's cute. " i'm sure it doesn't mean much, but i at least think you’re plenty fun to be around"

katsuki feels his heart skip a beat too many.

you whisper, like it's a secret. you're in your own little corner while all your classmates are chatting away yet you say this to him like it's something between you and him. batting your eyelashes up at him. god, it's like you're out to kill him and honestly katsuki thinks for a second he wouldn't mind dying by your hand.

he's such a whipped loser.

he can't think straight. you're sitting so close to him, you're lips are glossy from that lip gloss you always have on you. you smell nice, katsuki feels like a creep for smelling you like you aren't a breath away from him.

"yeah, well.." he utters lowly. he licks his lips, feeling himself grow dizzy as he watches you watch the movement intensely and swallows. his adam's apple bobs and he can feel himself blushing like an idiot. " i don't think you're all that bad either" the end of his sentence comes out a little breathy, he barely realizes he's speaking. like his body is deciding for him, he doesn't mind much.

you give him a sweet little smile and your eyes shine like stars and you look up at him like he's everything, like he's the coolest. he wants you to look at him like this all the time.

you suddenly lean in and kiss him, right next to his lips, just at the corner. it lasts for about 0.3 seconds but katsuki feel his entire body exploding from the inside like he's let off his quirk onto himself.

"i take it back actually" you start " you're super cool to be around,kacchan " you whisper bashfully. katsuki huffs out a little laugh once his heart had stabilized itself a little bit, a small smile growing on his face—

" AW MAN? WHAT THE HELL ?!"

you both turn to the sound of your electric classmate, sporting a little pout on his face. proceeding to get dog-piled on by your other classmates surrounding him, causing him to let out whines and moans of complaint.

"i-ignore him !" mina waves off nervously "just keep doin' what you were doin !— i mean, we weren't watching or anything !" she splutters.

"nice one." jirou deadpanned sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "look, we don't mean to pry or anything, but who kissed who first ?"

at that, katsuki's cheeks flare up, turning a damn near violent shade of pink. he's about to yell obscenties at his classmates, about to tell them it's none of their business when-

" i did !" you giggle, a cat-like grin on your face

"you sneaky fuckin minx-" katsuki growls, shoving his index fingers into your sides and you let out a squeal mixed with a giggle. you're quickly drowned out by your classmates releasing a group groan, with sero and kaminari yelling and booing at katsuki, who in turn starts threathing them, his hands crackling and popping.

you don't exactly know what's happening, but you can't help but feel extremely joyful and happy.

"soo.." mineta starts "since i said bakugou wouldn't confess first doesn't that technically mean i-"

" IN YOUR DREAMS ! "

[mirkomos]

Coming home ~

vigilante deku x A!fab reader

tags⋆𐙚₊˚ a bit angst, fluff, strained relationship, comfort, hurt, vigilante!deku x fem reader, wc:1.1k

story summary⋆𐙚₊˚ your vigilante hero that has been gone for month suddenly knocks on your window on a stormy night, hoping to mend your strained relationship.

Its been months since he left and you still cant wrap your head around it, sometimes you go into his room expecting to see im sitting at his desk—writing in his notebook as usual. But all that theres been is a chilly breeze that meets you when you open the door to his cold room and the letters he left for you.

Foolishly waiting for him to come back..

Its the weekend you’d gone home just to be met with the same cold breeze, same thing as always, parents out on business. Doing your same routine as usual, taking a shower, eating dinner, and turing on the news to see the green flashes of lighting across the city of a certain vigilante. Texts, calls go unanswered— hopelessly expecting an answer every time it shows hes in your area but to no avail. 

Its late—you turn off the tv and decide to start on homework till you hear thuds on your back porch 'probably just someone doing some construction’ you thought going back to your work.

Three knocks on the window..

They took you by surprise—you slowly walk up to the back window, it was to dark to see anything but hints of red.

“Hello...hello who is it?” nothing but a knock on the window again, slowly creeping up to the window to see the shiny reflection of metal and hints on green…it cant be?

You open the window—and there he was, you just paused to process this ‘no way this cant be real’ you reach your hand to bring him inside. Soaked in rain, dirt, blood and his eyes covered by his hood. 

“Hi y/n”

His voice had gotten deeper—almost as if you would hear the hurt he had gone through, “h-hi izuku” your voice was almost shaken ” may i?” you point to his hood, he noods. His hood which was once a green color had now turned dark, with cuts and stains all over it. Gently lifting his hood only to reveal new scars that had taken you aback—your thumb grazing one below his eye.

“Ive missed you…so much”

“I missed you too”

Your eyes getting teary

His arms snaking around you for a hug—he's gotten so much strong in such a short time.

His hero suit covered in thing thats you didn't even know and a certain..odor coming from it “ um do you mind if i..yk” looking at his soiled hero costume. “Yea just..be careful.” so piece by piece you took them off till you got to suit. He groaned as you unzip the suit you see the reason why he told you to be careful—his back was scattered with wounds and scars old and new. Your hand lightly grazing them.

“ what happened?” you ask with a concerning tone 

He laugh in response “ some villains got me pretty good right.”

You furrow your eyebrows in response, he always been one to wipe things off with laughter

“ Let me show you the bathroom” you take his hand and guide him upstairs to the bathroom and turn on the shower “ let me get you some clothes, call me if you need anything.” as you walk out the door 

“ wait ”

You turn back to see his cheeks a blush red color and raise an eyebrow

“ well um…yk im kinda sore and i was wonding if you could help me?”

What?

You can feel you face turn red, did he really just say that? Like get in the shower with him. Sure you guys have been close before like making out, but you've never taken off your clothes in front of each other…you nod in response and slowly creep up to him. Both of you are so tense—your hands slightly shake as you go to help him take off his shirt and pants—you do the same, helping him in the show.

He starts on the things that he can do on his own like his front side, the on trickling off him, a mix of the blood and dirt color running off his body. Groaning every time he reached to his side brushing against his sensitive wounds. “Here let me get that for you.” you stop him and take over yourself.

Washing his greasy hair, soothing his tense muscles and down to his sides

“ why did you come back to me?”

….

“What” he spoke in a soft tone as he turned around to you 

“After all this time, after dozens of unanswered calls and messages…izu why now?” you sniffled, looking up to his with tears in your eyes. Why are you getting so emotional—was it just the presence of him after all this time of not seeing him

He hangs his head down in defeat—bringing his hands up, rubbing his forehead.

“ i-i couldn't be away from you anymore, ive been fighting myself day and day not to go back to UA just to keep you safe. I watch over everyday i see how you are—you go in my room sit o my bed and reread the letter over and over and i wanna just..go in and hold you so tight but i cant…and then today i was passing by the neighborhood and then i saw you…i just couldn't take it anymore so i—” you cut his off with a swift kiss on the lips pulling him by the back of his neck.

He waste no time by pulling you by your back into him, you've been yearning for this for so long that the kiss felt like a lifetime before you pull away—catching your breath 

You look up to him to see his eyes—an iridescent green color, his pupils so dilated.

“ we should get out of here before we get pruney fingers.” you giggle

He nods in response—you get out and wrap in your towel and hand him his, he picks you up and sets you down on the bathroom counter and nuzzles his head in your neck “ ive missed you so much.” he mumbles into your neck—leaving a kiss on your neck. “We should get changed before i freeze to death.” you both change into the pjs you brang and then head downstairs. 

He brings you bridal style to the couch—forcing you into a cuddle, taking in your scent enjoying these few moments that he had with you

“Ive missed this…i've missed you.” he places a soft kiss on your lips.

“Me too, im happy your finally home.”

[ovegakart]

Im realizing with Link in the wrong place now, not much is stopping Ganondorf from getting the spiritual stones. The Deku Tree puts up a fight but he is, after all, a tree, and cant actually stop Ganondorf from taking the stone. And with the gorons and the zora working with him, it just takes some talking around to convince them that he needs it to get back at the hylians. BUT he would need the ocarina of time and i think the song of time is still a secret? So thats fine, nevermind. He still has the stones tho.

As for Ganondorfs deal with Demise, im still working out how it works exactly, but it would definitely work towards Demises side, dude wants to be unsealed. Crazy that Demise, the master sword, and the TRIFORCE is locked behind the same DOOR. A door with so many keys.

ANYWAYS the deal: Its was Twinrova's idea, really. Ganondorf's probably less in charge of things than he thinks he is, his mothers are 400 years old and definitely fed every idea into Ganondorf's big stupid head that he thought was his own. Suggest an idea that if he makes a deal with a powerful demon for more power and of course he would be all over that. He was young and stupid and shortsighted. He was 18 when he took on the deal. Power in exchange for the promise of freeing Demise from his imprisonment behind the door of time.

It takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize some of the hate he feels is foreign, not his own. Sometime the hate he feels is so overwhelming that its nauseating, pushing it away causes migraines. This only gets worse as he gets older.

Castle town is brought down. The ocarina of time, the final key, is missing. Hylian king is killed and the princess is missing. Ganondorf cannot complete his deal with Demise. He doesnt even remember snapping his Gerudo sister's neck in the blackout rage that overtook him but he knows that he did. He hates himself now on top of everything else. He doesnt argue when Nabooru tells him to leave (polite way of saying she cussed him out and screeched until he ran away). Twinrova arent happy he left.

[miimo96]

This picture PERFECTLY represents the feelings I have towards My hero and vigilantes, ESPECIALLY when it comes down to their characters because it just shows how inconsistent Deku is as a character in terms of representation and characterization, like if Knuckle duster is supposed to be a representation of Batman, All might a representation of Superman and Koichi/ the Crawler a representation of Spider-Man, then wtf exactly is deku is supposed to be? Like I feel like in the beginning he was kinda supposed to be a representation of batman with him despite not having powers, was still able to be a hero, or ya could say he was kinda a representation of Spider-Man with him being an underdog in a story where other than maybe a few close friends or family, No one really believes in him or thinks he's worthy of the power he holds, or ya could even say he represents superman by being the next symbol of peace and being able to have multiple EFFING powers.

I feel like Deku's character never really gets a chance to establish itself because he's always just effing flip flopping between characterization and personality traits, in my opinion I feel like they had a really good thing going back then when he was just supposed to be the "Nerd" who loved and studied superheros while also secretly having a Dark side to him by having him kinda have anger issues and having him copying his old bully and idol's personality during a fight, seeing him get psyched up like that ALWAYS brought chills to me and I honestly wish we could've seen more of it especially during future fights like him vs shiggy during the 1st war, him vs muscular in a full on round 2 and him vs AFO /shiggy during the final war, Idk maybe im just missing the point but lemme know what you guys think?

[seiwas]

for ur blurb: Midoriya, hands, and for a trope im thinking like first date ? first touch?

thanks for sending scout! 🫶

midoriya + hands + first touch

contains: pro-hero!deku x assistant!reader (i am a sucker for this), very cliche but i am a sucker for that too, reader wears flats and is also really clumsy

contrary to popular belief, pro-hero deku does not run as "hot" as the internet proclaims he does.

it's a reasonable expectation, you think, with how lively and bubbly he is. his hyperactivity must stem from some urge to constantly move, after all.

but, that's not what you feel on the first impact. on the initial collision.

routine patrols almost always result in your boss trudging up the emergency stairs, geared up and sweaty, because he refuses to occupy half of the elevator with the added real estate his hero suit takes up. it's sweet of him, awfully thoughtful really. the kind of person he is. but―

his office is on the 15th floor, and though he insists it's good warm up for the rest of the day, he's practically shedded off half of his suit by the time he reaches his floor, not quite heaving, but not quite breathing easily either.

today, you decide, you'll meet him half-way―bring down one of his extra shirts from the alarming amount he keeps stocked up in his office cabinet. and a bottle of water too, in case he's thirsty.

the trip down the emergency exit is made easier by a pair of flats you wear, a change initiated by midoriya during your first few months on the job. most assistants wear heels—an unspoken rule no one can quite explain. but—

“are your feet okay?” he asks as you both walk past a plaque that reads "gear support".

you look down at your feet before turning to him, confused, tilting your head slightly.

the corners of his eyes crinkle as he stifles a chuckle, endeared, "sorry.” his green mop of hair sways lightly as he shakes his head, “i mean, i noticed earlier. you were moving your feet a lot.”

your eyebrows shoot up, shoulders tensing as embarrassment washes over you. you immediately scramble on what to say, but your exchange quickly becomes a back-and-forth of who’s-realized-what when you notice midoriya’s freckled cheeks tint a dark pink.

“not—not like that’s wrong! or anything," he shakes his hands in front of him, palms splayed out in front of you. he immediately pockets one of them, taking a deep breath, "just,” before he sighs out, fingers hovering over the keypad to his personal gear room, “if your feet are starting to hurt, you should wear something more comfortable.”

and so here you are now, just having passed the tenth floor as you make your way down to meet your boss half-way. you can already hear his footsteps a few flights below, the heavy clunking of his boots echoing in the empty staircase.

you take another step, the bottle of water and t-shirt clutched tightly to your chest. you're careful to keep your feet light so as to not alarm him, but it must be his hero senses when you hear him call your name, his voice curling up in question as he stares at you from below.

you peer from the railing, smiling sheepishly as you raise up the items in your hand and wave.

some strands of his hair have matted to his forehead, the top portion of his suit zipped down to reveal the compression shirt he wears underneath. his eyes widen as he notices what you're holding, expression morphing into a small, relieved smile as he extends his legs to skip a step. you don't miss the small bow his head makes at your kind gesture.

it's at the landing of the eighth floor that midoriya pauses and waits, adjusting his pants and tucking his gloves into his utility belt as he watches you make your last few steps.

now, wearing flats to work has definitely solved a boatload of your discomfort in the agency; you no longer get blisters at the sides of your toes and your calves don't cramp the same way they used to. but while it's reduced the amount of times you've tripped and fallen by at least 50%, the constraint of a pair of heels is not the only factor that contributes to the little mishaps you typically get yourself into.

you're clumsy, to a fault―

as you take the second-to-the-last step before the landing, you somehow lose your footing and find yourself tripping, body going out of balance as it tips forward. you're preparing yourself for your inevitable fall when you think―

―not even a pair of flats can save you from that.

"oh my god―!" you squeak, voice involuntarily pulled from your throat as your hands fail to grab onto the railing. the split second you manage to get a glimpse of midoriya's face shows you that he's just as shocked as you are.

nothing can save you now, you fear.

except, maybe, a pair of pro-hero hands that just so happen to belong to your boss.

you're fully expecting to hit the floor when you're met with the firm surface of midoriya's chest instead, the damp fabric cool against your forehead. his hands are positioned separately along your waist and your hip, the one by your ribcage just centimeters shy from your chest.

if you aren't going to die from falling down the stairs, you're pretty sure you're going to die from embarrassment right now.

you blink, once, twice, a few times before his voice registers to you, the rumbling by your cheek accompanying his speech.

his concerned "are you okay?" feels like it should be a staple greeting at this point.

you maneuver yourself to stand upright slowly, the bottle of water and t-shirt still clutched in your other hand. his fingers grab a hold of yours to keep you steady, calloused skin touching yours.

you don't expect it, the slight shock you feel as his hand clutches your own; it’s cold and a little clammy amidst the bumps and grooves you feel from his scars.

the moment crashes onto you when you finally look up to face him, the embarrassment doubling you over to bow an almost perfect 90 degrees in apology, "s-sir deku, i'm so sorry!"

"h-hey," he laughs awkwardly, his hand reaching lightly to tap your back, "i-it's okay, you don't have to apologize―"

"i should've seen the last step, i didn't mean―" you remain in your bow, rambling.

"it's o―"

"i just wanted to deliver the shirt and maybe some water so you wouldn't have to―"

he glances at the items gripped tightly on your sides, his lips curling into a soft smile, “i really appreciate―"

"i didn't mean to cause more work―"

he sighs, amused as he crouches low to meet you eye-to-eye. you stop speaking, stunned by a pair of pine green staring at you. his freckled cheeks are dusted a familiar dark pink.

"please stop bowing," he requests, smile genuine and voice a little shy.

you scramble to stand straight, hands outstretched to give him the bottle of water and his t-shirt.

"h-here, sir deku. i'm sorry again, i'll do―"

"'deku'," he quickly replies, his hand reaching for the items. his fingers brush yours as he takes them from you—the second touch. it’s still a little cold, clammy as he says, "i mean, thank you. and just... just 'deku' is fine."

a/n: if i were to characterize reader, i would say they’re pretty similar to midoriya 😭 atp, they’ve also been working for a good year. reader has a developing crush on him (this scene is the trigger) and midoriya is really fond of reader! everyone teases him that his assistant is clumsy as heck but he kinda just shrugs it off and says it’s just their quirk (no pun intended), and that they’re really hardworking 🥹

[kimmie2me]

HEYYY I LUV UR POSTS LIKE HELLO?!?! also im sure u know abt the bakugo hc with him with him having hearing aids and is it ok of u make like a fic with him signing nasty stuff to reader cuz he can and nobody around them fully learned sign language yet? PLS AND THANK U!!! 💕💕💕

first of all, THANK YOU!! ILYSM!! second, i am BACK!!!! exams went well, i guess. i didnt PASS or FAIL, but whatever.. third, I LOVE THIS IDEA HAHAHHA!!! here is, what I think, a great welcoming back gift to give u all ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ (ignore that Kaminari's text is blue..there's no yellow. ALSO, mina is NAWT taking pink. thats OUR color now.)

Of Silence and Secrets

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Pro Hero!Bakugou x AFAB!Pro Hero!Reader

…..

Bakugou Katsuki hated his hearing aids.

Hated how they fit, hated how they felt, and most of all, hated what they represented. Weakness. A crack in the armor he’d spent his entire life forging. When the ringing in his ears started as a brat in middle school, he didn’t think much of it. Just the fallout from a quirk-boosted explosion, nothing he couldn’t handle.

Years passed. The ringing grew into dull hums, muffled voices, and missed sounds. A villain’s retreating taunt he couldn’t catch. The screech of a car he didn’t hear. Kirishima shouting his name three times before Bakugou finally turned around, snarling, “What the hell do you want!?” while Kirishima just looked… worried.

His hearing aids were a damn nuisance. At least, that’s what he told himself every single day.

They whined if someone got too close, buzzed when he adjusted them wrong, and gods forbid he so much as grazed them during a fight—one hard knock, and they’d go flying. He could hear again, sure, but better hearing came at a price: realizing just how insufferably loud the world actually was. Katsuki had spent months in denial, refusing to accept that his ears, like the rest of his high-octane life, couldn’t keep up with him.

The ringing had started in his late teens, growing louder until it followed him everywhere. He blamed it on the explosions, the debris, the constant yelling—but really, he knew. His mom did too, though she’d spared him the lecture until the day Kirishima cornered him in his agency office with a sheepish grin and her voice on speakerphone.

“Katsuki.” The way she said his name—sharp, biting, and so unlike her usual bark of “Oi, you brat!”—made his stomach drop. “What if somethin’ happens? What if you miss an evac order or—hell—a cry for help? Hah? What then?”

“… Tch.” He had scowled so hard it hurt. “Fine. I’ll get the damn things.”

The intervention was humiliating, but the worst part? She was right. He hated that more than anything.

That was the first night he slept with the hearing aids sitting on the nightstand. He’d finally picked them up after a year of constant badgering—from his mom, Kirishima, hell, even that damn Deku. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hear better—it was the admission that killed him.

But now? Now the stupid things were glued to him. Mostly.

The tech was incredible, of course. Damn nerds at Hero Support had outdone themselves. The hearing aids didn’t just amplify sound; they filtered it, isolating voices during chaos and syncing with comm units. They were waterproof, explosion-proof—Bakugou-proof. Allegedly.

But they weren’t indestructible. He’d broken five pairs in six months. Kaminari had nicknamed him “Break-aid” after the third replacement. Bakugou threatened to shove them where the sun didn’t shine.

And yet… they worked. Too well.

He could hear the scratch of pens during hero conferences, the obnoxious tapping of Kaminari’s foot against the table, the quiet sigh of his own breath. The worst part? The incessant talking. It was everywhere. Fans, reporters, civilians—people who thought their every word needed an audience.

Thankfully, he’d discovered the mute button.

The first time he used it, Kaminari was midway through a rant about his latest gadget. Bakugou, in a rare moment of self-control, didn’t yell. He just flicked the switch, leaned back in his chair, and smirked as Kaminari kept babbling. No explosions, no shouting, just blissful silence.

But there were downsides.

Combat was a nightmare when they broke. Shouting “HUH!?” every five seconds wasn’t exactly strategic. That’s when he decided to learn sign language. Not because anyone suggested it—hell no. But because he’d be damned if he relied on a gadget to do his job.

The process was… frustrating. Hands clumsy, movements stiff. Kirishima tried to help, but his signs were barely legible. Kaminari? Useless. Sero was too busy laughing to be much better or resorted to typing in the Notes app on his phone when it was pretty serious. Deku? That nerd had picked it up in a week, naturally.

But you? You made it bearable.

“Like this,” you’d said, your fingers forming a perfect sign. “Thumb tucked in.”

Bakugou grumbled, but copied you.

“Good. See? That wasn’t so bad, was it, ’Suki?”

Your patience annoyed him almost as much as it calmed him. And somehow, over weeks of practice, his stiff movements turned fluid. He’d never admit it, but he liked having this… language, this connection, with you.

And then he realized something else.

You understood him. Not just the signs, but him. The sharpness he couldn’t quite soften, the quiet gratitude he couldn’t voice. And better yet? No one else around him could understand a damn thing he was saying.

It started innocently enough—well, innocent by his standards.

“Bored out of my goddamn mind,” he’d signed at you during a hero conference.

You’d smirked and replied, “Same.”

But then, Bakugou being Bakugou, had an epiphany: he could sign anything.

The first time he tried it, you were sitting across from him at a formal hero banquet. The room was filled with pro heroes, reporters, and politicians. Everyone was dressed to the nines, sipping champagne and pretending the world wasn’t on fire outside.

Bakugou caught your eye and, with the most deadpan expression, signed: Wanna fuck?

Your head snapped up so fast you nearly knocked your glass over. You choked, coughing into your hand, and when someone asked if you were okay, you waved them off, avoiding his gaze.

He smirked, sipping his water like he hadn’t just propositioned you in a room full of Japan’s elite.

…..

It got worse.

During a meeting with the Hero Public Safety Commission, while a bureaucrat droned on about policy changes, Bakugou’s hands moved under the table. He made sure you were looking before signing: I’d rather have you ride me than sit here with these extras.

You froze mid-note, the pen slipping from your fingers. Your face burned as you ducked your head, pretending to scribble something in your notebook. Across the room, Kirishima noticed your sudden movement.

“Hey, you good?” he whispered.

“Fine!” you squeaked, glaring at Bakugou.

He tilted his head, feigning confusion, then casually leaned back in his chair. He looked so smug you wanted to scream.

At a press conference, surrounded by the press corps, TV cameras, and the elite of the hero world, Bakugou stood stiffly at the podium, bored out of his skull. Beside him, you shuffled the note cards you’d prepared, doing your best to stay focused on Midoriya’s answer to a question about villain reform strategies.

Bakugou glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, smirking at how focused you looked. That only made the idea pop into his head faster. He adjusted his stance, one hand casually coming up to rub his neck as the other signed with precision:

I’d fuck you so hard over this podium, the microphones would short out.

Your brain stalled like a computer blue-screening. The cards slipped from your hands, scattering onto the stage floor. You froze in horror as a sea of reporters looked up from their notebooks.

Midoriya, ever the anxious public speaker, stopped mid-sentence. “Uh, are you okay?” he asked.

“Y-yeah! Just... clumsy!” you stammered, dropping to your knees to collect the cards. You didn’t dare look at Bakugou, whose hand came up to his mouth as though stifling a yawn—but you knew he was hiding a smirk.

To make things worse, while you scrambled on the floor, he signed again, deliberately slower so you couldn’t miss it:

Would’ve pulled your hair too, just to hear you scream.

Your face burned so hot you were sure you’d melt through the stage.

It didn’t stop there.

At the next agency-wide meeting, Bakugou sat across from you in the conference room, arms crossed as a pro-hero you couldn't bother to listen to went on and on about new combat protocols. The room was packed with pro heroes, all seated shoulder-to-shoulder.

Bakugou, who’d already tuned out after the first ten minutes, caught your gaze and raised an eyebrow. Before you could react, his hands moved subtly under the table:

I’d eat you out on this table, right in front of everyone, and make sure you couldn’t stay quiet.

The coffee cup in your hand slipped, splashing onto your notes. You cursed under your breath, grabbing napkins to clean the mess.

Kirishima, sitting beside you, leaned over. “Whoa, you okay? You’ve been jumpy lately.”

You forced a smile, not daring to look at Bakugou, whose expression remained infuriatingly neutral. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

It became a game to him.

While Kirishima nodded and went back to his notes, Bakugou adjusted in his chair and signed again:

Bet you’d cry if I used my mouth the way I’m thinking. Probably beg me to stop—but you wouldn’t really mean it.

You slammed your pen down so hard it startled Kaminari, who glanced over with a confused look.

“You good?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” you snapped, refusing to look up.

Across the table, Bakugou leaned back, feigning boredom, but his eyes glinted with amusement.

It escalated during a casual outing with the crew.

Everyone had gathered at a bustling ramen joint after a long patrol, crowding into a booth that was way too small for so many people. Bakugou sat to your right, thigh pressed against yours under the table. As the conversation flowed around him, he picked up a pair of chopsticks and casually started eating.

Then, as Mina told a story about her latest villain takedown, he turned his head slightly toward you and signed with one hand:

The things I’d do to you under this table would make you scream so loud they’d kick us out.

You froze, chopsticks hovering mid-air. He didn’t even blink, slurping his noodles like he hadn’t just dropped a verbal nuke into your lap.

“What’s wrong?” Mina asked, noticing your deer-in-headlights expression.

“Uh… spicy broth,” you choked out, grabbing your water and gulping it down.

Bakugou, still chewing, glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and added another one for good measure:

Bet I could make you cum without anyone noticing. Wanna test that theory?

You almost choked on your drink, coughing so hard Kirishima patted your back in concern.

At a charity event, he raised the bar again.

The ballroom was filled with reporters, politicians, and wealthy donors, all eager to mingle with Japan’s most famous heroes. Bakugou hated these events with a burning passion, but at least you were there to make it tolerable.

You stood beside him, chatting politely with a group of businessmen, when you felt his gaze on you. Slowly, you turned your head, already dreading what was coming.

He didn’t disappoint. With the straightest face you’d ever seen, he signed:

You’d look so much better on your knees, with my cock down your throat, than in that dress.

Your hand shot out, nearly spilling your champagne as you fumbled to keep your composure. The Pro Hero you were speaking to paused mid-sentence, giving you a concerned look.

“Are you alright, ma’am?”

“I—I’m fine,” you stuttered, setting the glass down before you could break it.

Bakugou tilted his head innocently, signing again:

Bet you’d love it if I bent you over that balcony upstairs. Bet you’d be dripping by the time I was done.

Your jaw dropped, and you 'accidentally' kicked his shin under the table. He didn’t even flinch.

It wasn’t just formal settings, either. Bakugou would strike anywhere.

During a team training session, you were sparring with Kaminari while Bakugou watched from the sidelines. When you finally landed a clean hit, knocking Kaminari flat on his ass, Bakugou clapped slowly, catching your attention.

Wanna know what else you could knock flat? Me. On my back. With you riding me till I forget my own goddamn name.

Your sparring stance faltered, and Kaminari took the opportunity to trip you.

“Hey, you alright?” he asked, offering a hand to help you up.

“I’m fine!” you snapped, shooting a glare at Bakugou, who was grinning like he’d just won the lottery.

The worst of all came during a live broadcast.

The Hero Public Safety Commission had organized a televised Q&A with Japan’s top heroes. You sat between Bakugou and Midoriya, fielding questions from both the moderator and the live audience. Bakugou had been unusually quiet for most of the event, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded.

But then, while the moderator addressed Midoriya, Bakugou caught your attention.

His hands moved lazily, almost imperceptibly, as he signed:

After this, I’m gonna pin you to the wall in the dressing room and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk out of here straight.

Your eyes widened, and you immediately looked away, heart hammering in your chest.

“And what about you?” the moderator asked, pulling your attention back to the present.

“I—I’m sorry, could you repeat the question?” you stammered, cheeks flaming.

Beside you, Bakugou leaned back in his chair, smirking as the moderator repeated the question. His hands shifted again, just enough for you to catch his next message:

If you blush any harder, they’re gonna think you’re into this.

You resisted the urge to scream.

Because, for Bakugou, nothing was funnier than watching you squirm. And knowing you were the only one who could decode his filthy little secrets? That was just the icing on the cake.

…..

Over time, the signing became a secret game. A language only the two of you shared, even if it was insanely one sided. In battle, it was strategic—efficient, silent communication when words couldn’t cut through the noise. Off the field? It was something else entirely.

After a particularly grueling patrol, Bakugou flopped onto the couch beside you, tugging his hearing aids out and tossing them onto the table.

“Another shitty day,” he muttered.

You hummed in agreement, leaning against him.

Without thinking, he signed: You’re the only thing that doesn’t piss me off.

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

He smirked, shaking his head. “Nothin’, Cupcake. Just watch the TV..”

And for once, you didn’t press.

Because sometimes, silence said enough.

[iinarizaki]

cold calls

stuck home with an injury, you're missing your boyfriend, pro hero Shoto Todoroki, and decide to make the most of your phone call to him. tags: 2.7k, nsf/w content, phone sex, jorkin it, kiss me thru the phoooone

You sigh, head tipping to the side as you lift up the remote again, flipping through the channels on the TV with about as little interest as possible.

With two whole weeks off, you honestly don’t know what to do with yourself. It was half a break for medical reasons - your ankle was pretty fucked up in that last fight with the nasty villain.

Turning fingernails into twenty pound rocks and shooting them… it was certainly a sight to see. And to feel too, fuck. Wincing, you roll your ankle a bit to test. Still sore, despite the healing.

At least you could walk around ok. Honestly, you probably could work too, but between your doctor and your boyfriend insisting you get some rest, you didn’t really have a leg to stand on. So to speak.

Turning your gaze towards the slowly changing sky, bathed in a pretty pink and orange hue as the sun sets, you wonder what your boyfriend was up to right now. 

Shoto was supposed to have the week off with you, but he’d been called out of the country for some emergency assistance recently. Something about extreme climate dangers and villains camped out in a freezing mountain side, or something. 

Learning too many details and not being able to accompany him would just stress you out more, so you tried to stick to the minimum. He’d left you with a kiss and a promise that he’d be back before your two weeks of bedrest was over.

Pulling your phone from your hoodie’s pouch, you check. A few notifications, some messages from your friends, but nothing from Shoto. 

Though… There is some activity in one of the group chats, and you catch his name in one of Denki’s texts. Chargebolt was one of the heroes sent out with him.

Forcing the tiny bit of worry out of your mind, you swipe to open the messages, breathing a sigh of relief when you read it.

Denki: {1 image attachment}

Denki: should i seel this pic of shoto on the job for a quick buck. I want 2 buy a snack

Mina: seel………… arf.

Denki: SELL.

Bakugo: yah might as well since pics of you dont sell for anything. ugly ass

Denki: bro

Sero: {1 image attachment}

Sero: dw guys i sent him 4 dollars for the pic. 

Deku: good job Todoroki! It looks like you guys are working hard out there!

Denki: how come im a pro 2 and im still out here charging phones tho tbh…

Bakugo: when the answer is obvious, it's obvious. no need to dig deeper here.

Mina: ^^^^^

Denki: bros.

Bakugo: btw shut up deku don’t you have a class to teach rn

Deku: you shut up first. Its like 6pm school is over today.

Bakugo: grade a paper then?? 

Ochako: boys pls take the flirting out of the gc we’re all tired this week.

Deku: ok, sorry sorry!

Bakugo: {1 image attachment}

Bakugo: middle finger for all of you.

Denki: ty i’ll sell this too

Mina: Seel**

You stop reading there, smiling slightly at the neverending antics. You scroll back up a bit, opening the picture of Shoto, zooming in to admire how handsome he is.

It’s not the best quality, but you can definitely see the muscle definition with ease, mind conjuring a very clear picture of what he looks like under the hero gear.

Leaning back into the plush couch a little more, you sigh. Stupid mission, he should be here with you right now, warm and cold hands roaming all over you, keeping you company.

The messages are from a decent while ago, maybe he’s already resting for the day? You could call him and… say hi.

Deciding there’s not much to lose, you tap his contact and put the phone up to your ear, listening to the rings. It nearly goes to voicemail, but you hear the ding of him picking up, sitting up a little straighter, unable to hold back the smile that flits across your face. 

He answers the phone, his familiar low, smooth tone sending a pang of longing through you, and you are of two minds now - a little lovesick, a little horny.

“Hi, is everything ok?” 

“Yeah, just miss you is all.” You reply easily, closing your eyes to focus on hearing him better.

He hums in reply, and you think you hear him sit down on a chair or a bed- something that makes a little creaking sound, “Well, that’s good, I was worried your ankle got worse.”

“The ankle is fine, honestly, I could’ve gone with you all. Mostly I’m just sitting here bored.”

“Good. Well. It's not good that you’re bored… Sorry I couldn’t be with you right now, we should be leaving in two days if all else goes well.”

“Everything is going ok then?” You prompt, listening to his reply as he affirms your question, explaining a bit of what had been going on, your attention on his words slowly slipping away as you focus more on the sound of his voice, shifting your position and letting your mind drift to the positions he could have you in if he was here right now.

He has a very nice voice.

“Sounds like you don’t even need me.” You tease once he’s done filling you in, pausing only to switch your phone to speaker so you can rest it on the pillow by your head.

He huffs softly, “I wouldn’t say that. I do need you. But we’re doing ok here for now.”

Your chest feels warm at the directness of his words, almost distracting from your goal.

“Sho, are you alone right now?”

He pauses for a beat before answering, “Uh, yeah, I have my own room.”

“Ok, good, because I need you too, Shoto.”

Your flirtations are met with more silence, and you start to worry for a moment, wondering if you upset him, “Shoto?”

When he does respond, he sounds almost a tad nervous, rather uncharacteristic of him, “You need me now like… for sexual pleasure?”

“Uh, yeah, and I love you too but that was the implication right now…?”

“I can’t get home that quickly, though.”

“I was thinking we could try some phone sex?” When he doesn’t immediately respond, you offer an out, just in case, “Unless that’s not something you’re comfortable with, I just figured when in Rome, or, well, when one of us is in Rome.”

“I’m not in Rome, I’m in-”

You cut him off with a giggle, “I just meant that saying, Sho.” 

“Oh, right.”

Another long pause, and just when you’re opening your mouth to fill it, he speaks up again, that kind of cute almost-nervousness creeping back into his words, “I don’t know how to do phone sex. I don’t know what to say.”

Smiling, you let one of your hands wander down to the edge of your pants, nudging under the waistband to rub absently at the skin there, becoming a little more aware of just how sticky your underwear was getting.

“The same stuff you would say if you were here, and then maybe a little extra to help with the mood.”

“Hm, I see.” You can hear the gears turning in his head, “You’re very beautiful.”

You don’t bother to fight the smile in response to that, “You don’t even know what I look like.”

“You’re always beautiful.”

Laughing off the praise, you shake your head even though he can’t see you, “Ask me what I’m wearing, Sho.”

You can hear him breathe a little heavier at the way you let your tone dip into something huskier than usual, and beyond that you think you can hear the bed-or-chair creak when he shuffles around, “What are you wearing?”

Bringing a hand up to your chest, you let it run over the stitching on the front of your hoodie, brushing your nipples through the fabric, trying to mimic the careful way he always starts out when he’s touching you.

“A hoodie. Your merch.” It has his hero name- which, bless him, was just actually his name- embroidered on the front in the somewhat signature white and red colors to match his hair.

You hear a little noise of approval from the speaker before you continue, “What about you?”

Shoto frowns, glancing down at himself, his hero costume halfway through the process of being removed and looking a little worse for wear after working all day.

“Uh, just my costume. Some of it.” He says lamely, cringing a bit internally.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to do this with you, but the moment you suggested it his stomach dropped to his feet. He’s aware that he’s not… the best with words, and this seemed like a dialogue heavy activity.

God, he wishes he was just home with you instead, he could just throw your injured ankle on his shoulder and eat you out while he ices it. He groans quietly, closing his eyes as the little fantasy becomes clearer in his mind. You always taste so good, it was addicting. And so was wrapping his hands around your hips, something about the way you both slotted together so perfectly made him feel so good.

“Some of it?” Your voice ringing out from the phone draws him back to the moment, and the teasing lilt to your voice makes him palm himself over his pants again, already embarrassingly hard.

He exhales, the sound a little louder than he anticipated, “I was undressing before you called.”

You giggle, and he throbs in his hand, fingers moving to undo the familiar clicks of his belt, “Oh? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were expecting this call, Shoto.”

“You came onto me, if I’m recalling correctly.” He jokes back, trying to keep the bed from making too much noise as he settles back on it, pants pushed down to his thighs so he strokes his dick properly, other hand still holding the phone by his ear.

He can’t help the tiny sound that escapes him when he finally gets to wrap his hand around himself properly, doing a few gentle strokes and closing his eyes again, this time imagining you on the couch with nothing but that hoodie from his hero line you’d just bought on. It’s not something he really wants to admit, but something about seeing you walk around with his name branded across your chest turned you on more than he cares to say, a teeny tiny sprout of possessiveness blooming inside him.

His girl, you were his lover.

“Are you touching yourself, baby?” You croon, and he’s breathing a weak ‘yes’ in replay before he can stop to think, hand speeding up a bit as he flushes. 

“Sorry.” He murmurs, feeling bad that you’re doing all the work when you’re the one who called him, “I feel like I should say more. I’m not… sure what to say.”

He can hear your little amused huff in response, “You’re doing fine, Sho. You could read a recipe to me and I’d be able to get off, don’t worry.”

“I don’t know any sexy recipes.”

You laugh more clearly now, and he smiles up at the ceiling, “We’ll have to find one when you get home.” He can hear some shuffling and the clear sound of feet padding around the apartment, something like a door opening as you move around, “We can make a sexy meal.”

“Anything you want.” He replies earnestly, ears all but perking up when he hears a familiar buzzing sound, “Are you using your vibrator?”

“Oh, can you hear it that easily? Yeah, I need a little extra help, my fingers don’t get the job done quite like yours.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, “That’s a job they enjoy.”

“Good, because you’re so good at it, Sho, love how big your hands are, makes me come so easy.”

Swiping his thumb over the tip of his dick he moans softly again, stomach muscles tightening at your words. Fuck, he wants to be going home to you yesterday.

“Are you still wearing my hoodie?”

“That’s all I’m still wearing.” You reply, and he can hear the smile in your voice, even as it gets a little breathy as you get closer to coming.

“Fuck.” He groans, closing his eyes again as his hand speeds up, a familiar pressure building in his gut, “I wish I was there with you right now, I want to touch you.” He sighs your name when you moan at his words, “I want to be the one making you come.”

“Shit, Shoto, I-” You cut yourself off with another erotic moan that makes him lift his hips slightly off the bed, canting up to meet the motions of his hand, imaging how good it would feel to be buried inside of you right now, instead of alone in this hotel room fucking his own fist.

Moaning your name, he can feel his orgasm building up hastily, teetering closer to the edge than he’d expected, “Me too, fuck, I’m gonna to come.”

“For me Sho, come for me, please, wanna hear you.”

That’s the last push he needs, opening his mouth wider to pant and groan as he comes, warm ropes of cum spilling over his stomach and pooling on the dips in his muscles. He forces himself to focus through the haze of pleasure, dick twitching harder when he hears the familiar sounds of you coming as well, whimpers of his name etching their place in his mind for later.

You pant, coming down from your high, clicking the power button on the vibrator and dropping it on the sheets since you’ll have to change them anyways.

Laying there for a moment, you bask in the happy afterglow, listening to Shoto catch his breath too, picturing his little smile with ease. The thought of it fills your chest with a warm affection and a sad pang that he’s not here to cuddle up against in equal measure, but you try to quash the sadness down for now.

“Thank you for indulging me, Mister Pro.” You say, rolling on your side to look at the soft glow of the phone screen, the cute picture of the two of you that served as his contact photo lighting the area slightly.

“I love you.” He replies, earnest as always in a way that always has you melting, “I hope I did ok.”

“I love you too.” You reach out and tap the phone so you can see the picture more clearly, the screen brightening at your touch, “And you did a good job, we should do this more often when you leave me.”

“I’d rather leave you less but… I won’t say no to that, anyway.”

You chuckle, “No, I imagine you wouldn’t.” You pause, suddenly feeling rather tired, but you don’t want to sleep on the sheets when they’re still sticky like this, “Alright, I need to clean up before I pass out. Stay safe, call me in the morning?”

“Ok, I will. I’ll see you soon.”

You exchange another round of ‘goodbyes’ and hang up, laying there a moment longer, eyes almost drifting shut.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, you have to shower anyways…

You phone buzzes a few times, so you pick it up curiously, eyes widening as you see a picture from Shoto - it’s a nice picture of him, abs and chest on display, cum pooled there. 

Damn.

You save it with a grin, the odd urge to kick your feet rising out of nowhere, but you’re a grown adult so you fight it back.

Shoto: {1 image attachment}

Shoto: is this good?

[You]: FUUUUCKKKK SHOTO….. Someone get me a straw.

Shoto: You can be strange. But I love you.

[You]: love you toooooo

Shoto: I will be home soon. I will bring a straw…

You laugh, about to drop the phone but then a venmo request pops up on your screen, and you frown as you click it, curious what it was for, wondering for a brief moment if Shoto just paid you for sex…Bakugo K. has requested money from you - Note attached: suit rent is due. pony up or i beat it out of you as usual. ┌∩┐(◣_◢)┌∩┐

[ghoularaki]

the lonely district

↠  summary: In the years after the slime monster incident and Midoriya's disappearance, he had come back to haunt both you and Bakugou. He no longer was the boy you once knew, but a villain ready to take what was his. Revenge was best served cold, afterall.

↠  word count: 7, 523

↠ pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader x midoriya izuku

↠ genre/warnings: smut, angst, prohero au, DARK CONTENT, villain deku, yandere, shock collars, implied stalking, kidnapping. NSFW (NONCON, sub! reader, (reluctant) switch! katsuki, dom! izuku, fuck or die, loss of virginity, creampie, spanking, overstimulation, slight orgasm denial, blowjob, no aftercare)

↠ a/n: this is an old fic i have been trying to finish since 2019 so im sorry if the writing feels inconsistent. i just really wanted to finally finish it since it was half finished. also excuse the very outdated villain deku trope rip

It’s been a long day and honestly you just wanted to go home. For some reason, your supervisor thought it was a good idea to pair you with Dynamight or rather Bakugou Katsuki—your childhood friend. If you could even call him that. For the longest time, you both had not gotten along, but since you had the mutual friend of Midoriya Izuku, you had to interact. That all changed when Bakugou got his quirk and he turned into a cruel bully. The dynamic and interaction formula was always the same: Bakugou would torture Midoriya in any way he could, Midoriya would just let it happen and you would defend him, turning it into a full blown brawl between you and Bakugou. It stayed like this for a while until that day Bakugou was held hostage by that slime monster and Midoriya went missing.

After that you had clung onto Bakugou in a desperate need to make sense of both of them getting hurt on the same day and the loss of your best friend. Surprisingly, Bakugou let you. But not without string of degrading names following. Despite his harsh words, he never once pushed you away anytime you silently sought comfort. Even though he didn’t act like it, he too was affected by Midoriya’s disappearance. Maybe he felt guilty, maybe he just missed his punching bag, or maybe he finally matured.

You would never know since he was so emotionally constipated. It was a bitch and a half just to get him to admit that you were one of the most important people in his life. Even now as you are both pro-heroes in your early twenties, it’s difficult for him to call you his best friend. Sure, he would be concerned if anything happened to you—that worry built with your childhood friend missing—he would rather die than confess to that.

Thing is, Midoriya didn’t stay “missing” for so long. No, he wasn’t found nor was his body. No, he never returned to his poor mother after years of being gone with open arms. No, there was never a “welcome back” sign, but his face plastered on every wanted poster within Japan. The bastard had joined the League of Villain with a big ol’ grin on his freckled face. That cursed day when you met with those emerald eyes again had haunted you forever. Tears streamed down your face, watching him be reborn into a whole new person. He didn’t have an ounce of guilt in his bones, he only gave a maniac smile, mocking you. 

Didn’t you miss me, N/n-chan? You look a little… sad, He drawled out with a smug look, glee coursing through his veins as you sob as if you had found him dead instead of him breathing, finally alive. 

It was when he had escaped that Bakugou for once let you clutch onto him, holding in his own sorrow as you openly sob into his shirt. And he did it again when the League of Villains was supposedly defeated but Midoriya or rather Deku still ran rampant. 

That’s where you two are now, there was another sighting of Deku in the area and you were assigned to bring him to face judgement. You knew what would become of him if you caught him. Still clinging onto the memory of an innocent child, you almost hoped that you would never find him. 

Bakugou had other plans.

Since day one he had wanted to find that bastard (his words, not yours) and give him absolute hell for becoming a villain. 

“It’s probably just another false alarm, just like the other seven,” You sassed him as you both walk towards an alleyway. 

“Doesn’t fucking matter, we still have check just in case this time it’s not,” Bakugou growls stopping away.

You rolled your eyes and made a face at him from behind his back.

As if he had a sixth sense, he barked, “I know you’re being a brat. I would stop if I were you or else you want your ass blow into the fucking stratosphere.”

Once you both got to the alley way only to be met with a dumpster, you pivoted and raised your brow at Bakugou. He rolled his eyes at you and went towards the dumpster. He opened it to see if there was any hints or evidence Deku even here. Still standing near the entrance of the alley, you the hair on your neck rose. A primal instinct that you were being watched set alarm bells ringing in your head. As subtle as you could, your eyes bounced around the enclosed area in hopes to find the danger before it finds you. 

A bad feeling sunk in your stomach like a rock does in water. Hesitantly you said, “Hey Dynamight, I think we should leave.”

“And why the fuck should we, Umbra,” He spat out your hero name. 

“Because,” you strained, still observing your surroundings, “I have a bad feeling about this. I think we should leave and get some back up.”

He slammed down the lid and stalks up to you, venom in his voice, “Are you running away from a fight.”

“No—” You started, but he cut your off.

“Oh really,” He mocked, “Because to me, it seems that you are.”

“Can you not be an asshole for a couple seconds and listen to me?” Your voice pitched, not understanding why he’s being so difficult. 

“Listen to you? Now why would I listen to you when it seems to me that you are avoiding any place that could have him in it?” You were about to start defending yourself when he cuts you off again. “It’s almost like you don’t want to find him.”

Your eyes widen at him, you couldn’t even feel offending knowing it’s the truth. Though, you rather not fuel Bakugou’s already large ego and denied him. “I’m just trying to make sure none of us get hurt!”

“I don’t need your fucking concern, I can beat any asshole including him easily,” He boasted.

“Oh get the fuck over yourself,” you barked, scowling at him. “Stop acting like you’re the fucking best, asshole.”

“I’m sorry what was that, Number Seven Hero?” Bakugou stepped closer until his face were mere centimeters away from yours. You just glare up at him, not caring that the height difference made you seem less intimidating. 

“This isn’t the time for a dick measuring contest, something doesn’t fucking feel right here and I just want to make sure neither us get seriously injured.” You jabbed your finger in his chest to emphasized your point.

“I don’t need your fucking help!” He roared and grabbed on your wrist to throw it away from him. 

You ran your fingers through your hair and then pull at it in frustration, “Why can’t you just let me help you—help us for once! You don’t always have to be the savior,” You let out a growl before finishing, “Fleeing isn’t being a coward, it’s being smart enough to analyze the situation and your own weaknesses!”

“So you’re call me fucking stupid now, you shitty brat,” he bit.

“That’s all you got from that?!” You screeched before letting out a laugh that held no humor, “You’re fucking helpless.”

“Helpless? I’m the helpless one? You’re the one that wants to fucking run away just because you ‘have a bad feeling’.” He did air quotes around what you had said.

“Oh God, Lord fucking forbid, I’m just looking out for both of our asses since you want to play big macho man!”

As you both start a screaming match with each other, you failed to notice the emerald eyes stalking you like a cat does a mouse. 

“You’re so fucking clingy just like that damn Deku, hop off my dick,” He snarled and clicked his tongue at you as if you were a misbehaving child.

Rage built up within your chest at his ill words. Syllables that were only meant to maim almost leave your tongue when you heard a noise a little too close to comfort. Adrenaline coursed through your bones, knowing your suspicions were right. You grabbed onto Bakugou’s wrist and turned towards the dark corner of the alley to fade into the shadows in hopes to escape. You ignored how he starts to yell profanities at you. Before you could even take two steps, you were pulled back by your hair into a firm body. 

You let out a grunt at the sting from the strands being pulled from their follicles. 

“Not so fast,” The voice whispered in your ear. 

Growling, you elbowed the person in the stomach and jump away from them before they could grab you again. When you turned around, you jaw dropped in shock.

“Izu-chan?” You stuttered out. 

“In the flesh,” he taunted with arms raised to the side.

You couldn’t help but stare at him. He had matured so much since the last time you saw him. His hair was shorter but still as unruly, his jawline was chiseled along with his cheekbones, he still wore a dress shirt with a vest and tie, but for once it was tied properly. 

“Finally decided to fucking show up,” Bakugou seethed. 

Midoriya pouted as he lets his arms drop with a whomp sound against his outer thighs.

“Oh come on, Kacchan don’t be like that. I thought this could be like a family reunion,” He gives a grand smile before it dropped, venom in his tone, “Didn’t you miss me?” 

“Sure, miss you so much, you shit stain.���

Midoriya fiegned hurt and clutched his chest in dramatics, “Oh, how you wound me so, dear Kacchan.”

Bakugou straightened out his back and got in a offensive position, “Enough with the fluff, Deku. It’s time I send your ass to jail.”

Cheek twitching, Midoriya glanced at you still shellshocked. Bakugou came at him, arms positioned behind him to perpell him at the shorter male. Right as Bakugou raised his fist to blast Midoriya in the face, he grabbed you and placed you right in front of him. Bakugou skidded to a halt with widened eyes, not wanting to hurt you in the process. You locked eyes with him. Your knees wobbled from being manhandled so easily.

“Using a girl to shield you is low.”

Midoriya simply shrugged and brought a hand up to cradle your throat. His fingers tightened when he felt you gulp underneath his gloved hands.

“Scared, Love?” He slithered in your ear. He looked down at you, before peered up at Bakugou. At his enraged expression, he licked the shell of your ear. You whimpered and flinched away the best you could.

This was exactly why you didn’t want to meet Midoriya. Even before he disappeared, he was smart and cunning. He knew how to get under Bakugou’s skin, and render you useless. Tears bubbled up as you faced the fact the boy you once loved had died long ago. Pretending to still trembled, you subtly widened your stance. Bringing a hand to Midoriya’s, he took it as you sniveling.

“Shh, don’t cry.”

Looking at Bakugou, you hardened your expression. Quickly, you gripped Midoriya’s wrist and with all your might you stepped forward and used his weight against him to throw him over your shoulder. When his back hit the ground, he let out an irritated grunt.

Wasting no time, you grabbed the quirk cancelling handicuffs on your belt and raced towards him. As you went to straddle him, he kicked your feet from under you and you fell with him. Bakugou took your place and was on top of Midoriya in no time. With acute flexibility, Midoriya spun around and kicked Bakugou in the face.

“Gah! Fuck,” Bakugou growled while gripping his face.

Wind still knocked out of you, Midoriya focused on Bakugou.

“You were always stupidly resilient,” The villain seethed. “I’m done playing games.”

“Good, because so am I.”

Bakugou lunged at him, ready to blast him to kingdom come. Midoriya side stepped his attack. Huffing, he went at him again. The two of them stayed the dance for a while. Any attack Bakugou attempted to do, Midoriya merely avoided with such leisure. The asshole even had his hands behind his back.

Watching as you got up to join the fight as well, Midoriya sighed. “Stubborn, the both of you.”

With such grace, he grabbed Bakugou’s hair and slammed his knee into his face. Stunned, the hero stumbled back. Before he could process the hit, Midoriya kicked him in the head, rendering him useless. Your mouth gaped at Bakugou being so easily taken out. His lids flickered as he struggled to get up.

“R-run,” He commanded, before falling.

Scrambling away from the villain, you sucked in your breath as you go to phase into the shadows. Before you could, Midoriya gripped you again. This time, his hands wrapped the column of your throat and squeezed. Frantically, you slapped against his forearms.

Adding more pressure, he leaned over you as you form slacked to the ground.

“Sweet dreams.”

Bakugou was the first to come to his senses. He squinted his eyes to adjust to the light that hung above him. He groaned as he observed his surroundings, noticing that he was in a dingy basement. There wasn’t much besides a queen size bed near the corner along with a door that he had no idea where it led and an opening with stairs peeking around the corner from where he saw.

Clutching his head, he turned to see your still slumbering form not far from him. Panic built up in him as he scrambled over to you and sighed in relief when there is no sign of vital injures. He starts to shake you awake, trying to think of a plan to escape.

After a couple moments, you let out a hum and your eyelids fluttered open. Just like Bakugou your eyes squinted at the sudden light probing at your pupils. 

“Katsu,” You groaned, mind still fuzzy so the old nickname slipped out. Your throat killed.

Bakugou shakily exhaled, glancing towards the concealed stairwell, “Yeah, it’s me.” His hands are gentle as he helped you up into a sitting position. You lean against his chest, body to exhausted to even hold yourself up. Which was odd to you since you were sure that Bakugou got the brunt of each hit that Midoriya landed.

“Where are we?” You asked huskily despite knowing that he probably was just as clueless as you.

“Why the fuck would I know that, brat,” He bit, before sighing and apologizing. He’s just irritated that you both were captured.

“It’s fine, it was a stupid question, anyway,” You smile up at him. 

Bakugou looked down at you and then furrowed his brow when he sees the collar around your neck along with a prominient bruise. Now that he thought about it, he felt one around him, too. You seemed to also notice as you reached towards him and traced the collar, confusion written on your face.

You and him were clad in different clothes as well. Instead of his hero suit, he now adorned plain sweatpants and a black t-shirt. You were wearing the same, but shorts instead. What a fucking perv.

Before you two could question each other, the thud of door opened and closed, followed by rhythmic footsteps coming down the stairs. Your heads snapped to the sound and Bakugou took a defensive stance to see Midoriya strut into the basement with a valiant smirk. You scrambled to stand with Bakugou, but your legs give out for a second and he had to catch you. Once you were sure on your feet, you glared at the man in front of you. 

“Aw why such aggressive faces,” The villain pouted.

“You know damn well why, you fucking bastard,” Bakugou seethed, tiny explosions crackling in his palms. 

You glanced to the shadows creeping up the walls. Shifting your attention to the stand off that the two men were having, you only hoped Bakugou could distract Midoriya enough for you to slip passed him. Ignoring the way your heart pounds at the thought of joining the darkness once again, you raced towards the vantablack. Almost like predicting your movements, Midoriya grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. His arm snaked around your waist. You struggled as best as you can, but his grip got so tight a squeak left your lungs.

“Aw, N/n-chan, you so adorable,” He nuzzles into your neck. He trailed his cold nose up the slope your neck, purposely digging into the bruise, up to your cheek so he could whisper in your ear, “Have you ever heard of cute aggression? It’s quite a funny concept. Humans when we see something cute, we just find the need to squeeze it until it cries or even die. Funny, right?” As he speaks his grip only got tighter and you stand straight as a pole as he licked the shell of your ear, again.

“Get the fuck away from her, you freak.” 

Bakugou took a step towards you, but Midoriya dropped his hold on your wrist, to fish something from his dress pants pocket. The hero observed the other man, not wanting to be too brash when your life is on the line. He won’t make the same mistake twice.

Midoriya started to fiddle with what looks like a remote between his gloved fingers. “I would be careful what you say, Kacchan, because the results may be… shocking,” He smirked to himself at his own little inside joke. 

“What was I saying, my angel?” Midoriya began, but you kneed him in the crouch and jumped away from him.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You commanded, ready to fight your childhood friend—no, this villain.

Instead of instantly attacking, Midoriya stayed bent down, clutching his stomach as he giggled. A shiver crawled up your spine at his laugh that lost all warmth it once had. He was insane. He cackled for what seemed to be ages before he stands up straight and all humor gone from his face. 

“Interrupt me one more time, and I swear to god,” He snarled, his doe eyes dropped into menacing slits. “As I was saying,” Midoriya reached for you again, but you slapped it away.

“I said don’t touch me,” You spat at him.

“Fine be like that, fucking brat.” 

Searing hot pain was all you felt. You screamed at the top of your lungs as you collapsed onto the cement floor in front the villain. Bakugou could only watch in horror at your shrill howls. You desperately clawed at the collar around your throat as it felt as if liquid fire was shot into your veins. 

“What are you doing? Fucking stop it, you’re hurting her!” Bakugou practically begs as your body withered in agony. 

Midoriya only shrugged, “I believe that dwindling down the pain is the best way to train."

You gasped for breath, struggling to get even an ounce of oxygen. 

“She’s not a damn dog!” Bakugou felt so helpless as he watched you struggled to inhale and he growled when your face starts to turn vermillion. “She can’t fucking breathe, you bastard!”

Cold washed over your body. Falling onto your side, you sucked in as much air as you can try to ignore the urge to vomit. 

With such a disgusting poise, Midoriya beny down and sat you up. He forced you to lean against his chest just as you did with Bakugou. “Poor baby, you tried so hard to save you and Bakugou. You even attempted to use your quirk. Isn’t it scary? You still sleep with the lights on, don’t you?” He cradled you and his tone was just so condescending but you couldn’t do anything about it.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Bakugou questioned.

“Oh, he doesn’t know,” Midoriya teased, keeping his eyes on you. He felt twisted arousal at those tear stained cheek and how you lips shimmered with spit. “The poor, little baby is terrified of the dark. Absolutely terrified!”

"What?"

"Pretty juvenile, isn't it?” He mocked, then turned his attention to the hero a couple feet from him. “To be honest, she didn't plan ever using her quirk again after that incident when she first got her quirk. You remember it, right? She was missing for hours, poor thing was stuck in the shadows all alone. But, after seeing you captured by that slimy fuck and my 'disappearance' poor thing blamed herself for not being strong enough. That day on she promised to become stronger to find me and make sure her dear friends will never be harmed again. Isn't that just sweet. The perfect hero story."

Multiple emotions flashed on Bakugou’s face; confusion, worry, anger and guilt. "Why— why would you become a hero for such a stupid reason, huh?! I can protect myself!" His words were sharp as he glared you down, hating how dazed you look. Despite his declarement, guilt tugged at his heart. He couldn’t help but think if he was just a little stronger and didn’t fuel your need to be a hero, than either of you would be in this situation. 

Softly, the villain started to wipe away the drool that pooled in the corner of your mouth and the tears that had yet to dry from your face. You furrowed your brow and tried to focus on Bakugou and answer his question that sounded more like a plea. 

"I just wanted to be strong, too. You and Izu-chan always protected me so I wanted to return the favor." The words were slurred but it still stirred something in both of the men. 

"And just how sweet," Deku seethed, now gripping your cheeks so hard your lips became puckered. He pulldc your face close to his before he clicked his tongue and pushed your face away, letting your body dropped as he stood. 

“Fuck,” you hissed. Your reactions were slow so your head hit the concrete with an audible thud.

Bakugou attempted to go to you to check you were okay, but Midoriya held up the remote.

“Ah, ah, ah,” He tutted at the hero with a wagging finger, “If you haven’t noticed, I get to say what goes and I don’t think I said you could go near her.”

Bakugou only growled like a feral dog but doesn’t move in fear of seeing you in such misery again. “You’re a bastard I hope you know that.”

“And what does that make you, Kaccan,” Midoriya’s tone was cold, so cold that the temperature dropped. 

You stared down the remote, formulating a plan. If you could only grab the damn remote then he won’t hold so much power you both and you can move freely. Seeing that he was distracted by Bakugou, you pushed yourself up to stand. Not caring how your bones screamed to rest, you slinked up and reeled your fist up to punch him with all your might. A whoosh came from how fast your went to strike. Your breath caught in your throat as Midoriya seize your fist without even looking at you.

“You stupid, stupid girl,” He sung without any emotion. He snatched your jaw and shook your head, amusement in his eyes as you tried to kick and squirm. Without any effort, he threw you away and you fell to a heap onto the floor. “Stupid, stupid girl,” He repeated and then he pressed onto the remote. 

A loud grunt cracked and echoed into the basement. You watched in horror as Bakugou crampled to the cement, trying his damndest to get the collar off. A shiver ran down your back, knowing exactly how he must feel.

“He didn’t didn't do anything!" You screeched.

"Right now he didn't," Midoriya shrugged, watching how the mighty fall with a smile. 

Bakugou let out a shout he tried to hold back, not wanting to give Midoriya the satisfaction or to worry you. It was too late for that though as you crawled over to the villain. You clutched onto his pants, begging, “Please just let him go. Just make it stop please.” New tears started to form watching the most important person to you crumpled over in pain on his knees. 

A gagging noise rings in your ears as his face is now red like a rose. 

“Please!” You screeched, now hugging Midoriya’s legs and gazing up at him with watery eyes. Snot and tears ran down your visage as you repeated please over and over again. “I’ll do anything, just please let him go, he can’t breathe!” You babbled pleases as if it was the only words you know. 

Midoriya’s eyes lit up a maniac green seeing you gravel at his feet. God, you were so fucking pathetic. His cock twitched as you begged you were made to. 

"Anything?" He drawled out, not caring how Bakugou choked. It was only background noise to him.

"Yes, anything! Just please stop all of this, I'll do anything you say." There was clear desperation in your voice.

Midoriya let out a hum before answering and turning off the collar, "Call me Izu-chan again like you used when we were kids."

You tilt your head at the simple command. It was easy enough, you were about to reply then Bakugou gasps out, "Don’t do anything that sick bastard tells you to!"

Pure ire flashes on Midoriya’s face. He snarled as he looked at Bakugou’s quivering form trying to suck up oxygen and was about to press the button again until he hears your heavenly voice.

"I-Izu-chan, Izu-chan please don't!" You pulled yourself closer, so close that your breasts squished against his shins. You kept gaze up at Midoriya, trying to look innocent as possible to please him. Honestly, it was working because as you looked up at him with those teary eyes, he can’t help but notice how beautiful you look at his feet. Worshipping him as if he is a god. Midoriya reached down and cradled your cheek within his gloved palm. You closed your eyes and snuggled further into its warmth, trying to seem inconspicuous as you hear Bakugou start to stand. Pouting, you laid it on thick praying he kept his attention on you. "Don't hurt him! He-he's just being brash like usual. Please he doesn't know any better."

“You’re right,” Midoriya stared at you with adoration, but it fell when he locked gazes with the hero inches away from punching him in the face, “He doesn’t know any better.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened as he froze at how he was able to catch on so fast. He was about to send an explosion towards the villain when Midoriya kicks you further away from Bakugou and pressed the damn remote again. 

You could only whimper out a little, “Katsu,” that breaks his heart. He went toward you again but he felt that pain once again. He fell to the floor not too far from you. Body exhausted, he just collapsed to heap on the floor. The shocks were gone as fast as they came, but before he could even attempt to crawl to you, Midoriya straddles his back. He tries to buck him off but his arms were grabbed and harshly forced behind his back. 

“Get the fuck off of me!” Bakugou tried to say but the hand not holding his arms, pushed his head into the ground. He grunted when the side of his face hit the concrete, leaving him immobile. Midoriya adjusted himself so that he was now stranding the back of Bakugou’s thigh, spreading the hero’s leg. 

He giggledvwhile cruelly shoving his knee into Bakugou’s crotch, "Now if you are both done interrupting me, we can finally get this show on the road." 

A huff left Bakugou at the stimulation that grinded against his groin.

“What are doing you bastard!” Bakugou barked, slight desperation in his voice as his cock started to spring to life. Midoriya only ignored him as he pressed hard, reveling in the tiny groan that left Bakugou’s chest. “I said, what are you doing?” Bakugou squirmed more, but nothing happens.

Midoriya pressed his front into Bakugou’s back and whispered in his ear, “How does it feel to be the one pushed down. Not so fun is it?” 

“What is this? Some sort of fucking revenge fantasy, sicko?” Bakugou groaned, hating how his body was betraying him.

Humming, Midoriya kept his knee grinding into the hero. Bakugou tried to scramble away, not wanting you to see him so weak, but Midoriya got a lot stronger with age. An uncanny amount.

Against the small of his back, Bakugou felt how hard Midoriya was. The need to vomit built up in his throat. Shuffling himself, the villain put himself between his childhood friend’s hips. Through the thin material of his sweatpants, Midoriya’s length rubbed against the line of his ass.

Leaning down so his lips brushed against the hero’s ear, Midoriya’s breath stuttered. He had been waiting for this moment for so long. His tip leaked in the confides of his slacks, begging to sink into Bakugou or your heat. The way Bakugou struggled against him only added more stimulation.

Not wanting to get too ahead of himself, Midoriya opened to see you crawling to the shadows on the wall. Sighing into Bakugou’s ear, the man under him shuddered. Still grinding his cock into Bakugou’s withering hips, he pressed the remote to see go slack against the floor. Your whimper had Bakugou turn his focus to your writhing form.

“S-stop,” His words had a double meaning.

Giving one last harsh thrust that if there weren’t clothes between the two men, his cock would have surely breached the hero’s hole, Midoriya got up. He clicked off the eletricity and followed how drool foamed out your mouth.

“Get on the bed. Sit at the head and wait, if you don’t,” He waved the remote in front of Bakugou’s flustered face, “You know what will happen.” Midoriya pointed with his chin at your form.

As Midoriya pulled his weight and grip from Bakugou, he went to the bed as instructed. Heaven knew he wanted to knock the motherfucker out, but your life was on the line. Settling into the metal bars of the headboard, he watched Midoriya go to your pliant form.

Or so he thought.

When Midoriya bent down to grab you, you snapped your foot up and kicked him right in the nose.

“Shit!” He cradled his nose, tears flooding his sight.

Sprinting to Bakugou, you reached for him and prepared to barrel into the darkness. Falling onto the bed, Midoriya quickly recovered and pinned you underneath him. You screamed and clawed at the bedsheets. Kicking and squirmed, you did anything you could to get him off you.

Midoriya grabbed your head and smothered your face into the cushions.

“Don’t,” He bit. Not at you, but at Bakugou who got ready to fight. “I’ll fucking snap her neck and make you fuck her cooling corpse.”

Grinding his teeth, Bakugou could only watch as Midoriya maneuvered your thrashing form. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he placed your body across thighs so you were butt was perked up on his lap.

“Damn, I thought Bakugou would be the brat, not you.”

“Fuck you!” You screeched.

You were so sick of being antagonized by him. Adrenaline in your system had you acting out of character. Wrenching your arms behind your back, Midoriya ripped off your shorts and your panties. Terrified, you fought more, not liking where this was going. Before you could move more, a thundering slap burned in your bare bum. Screaming, you whipped your head to Midoriya.

Tears pierced your waterline. He- he just spanked you like you were a child.

His face stone-cold, he didn’t offer any comfort. Bringing his hand down again, your feet kicked pathetically at the sting. He hit the same place again. Sobbing, your head fell into the bed. The fight in you left as quick as it came.

Seeing you were more calm, Midoriya rubbed his large, calloused hand over your burning bum. “You done?”

Whimpering, you nodded your head.

Despite your form sagging, he doesn’t lift you up. If anything, his hand wandered until his fingers brushed against your slit. Gasping, your head sprung up to try and make eye contact with him. He ignored you to spread your legs and get more of a view of your cunt.

“S-stop it,” You begged.

Midoriya dipped into your hole to gather some of the wetness that unwillingly spilled from you.

“Why stop when your pussy is so wet for me?”

Swirling your clit, your legs twitched from the stimulation. Going back to your hole, he breached you with two fingers. You winced from the intrusion. Thrashing, you didn’t want someone to touching you there, especially for the first time.

Midoriya caught attention to your flinch, “Oh, are you a virgin?”

A shit-eating grin spread across his face when you sob, not stopping shoving his thick fingers further into you. Looking over at Bakugou, he isn’t ignorant to how the hero’s nostrils flared. “Aww poor Kacchan, you wanted to get to her first, didn’t you?”

“Die,” Bakugou snarled, but his eyes didn’t leave the fingers splitting you open.

Midoriya huffed a laugh, and leaned down to you, “I bet he would have made it real special. Too bad all he’s gonna get is my sloppy seconds.”

Ripping his fingers from you, you gasped at suddenly being empty. Licking your escense from his appendages, Midoriya forced you up. Roughtly, he ripped off your shirt so you were completely bare. Without care, he threw you down between Bakugou’s legs, a pillow below you. Getting behind you, he propped your hips up so you were face down and ass up.

Not giving two shits what Midoriya says, Bakugou gripped onto one of your hands as a small form of comfort. You clutched onto him, fear turning your tummy in tiny twists.

Midoriya unzipped his pants and brought them down to pull his cock from the tight cloth. Sighing in relief, Midoriya stoked himself with a few weak pumps. One his knees, he dragged himself closer to inspect both of your holes on display for him. With thumb, he ran it down from your ring of muscles over your hole and to your clit. Brushing it, he went back to your hole, he hooked his thumb inside and pried you apart.

A shuttering moan left at being exposed for his greedy eyes. Not caring you weren’t prepped enough, Midoriya brought his cockhead to your pussy.

“W-wait!” You begged, but he only bullied his way inside.

Only the tip was inside and you were being ripped apart. Bakugou gasped your hand tighter. More and more of your ex-childhood friend shoved himself inside. At halfway, he pulled out until it was just the head, and then slammed all the way to the hilt.

Screaming into the pillow, you cried as he tore his way into you. His balls slapped against your clit as he started a brutal pace. Your nipples chaffed against the rough texture of the bedding.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Midoriya moaned.

He didn’t hold back his noises. Fucking into you, he groaned and whimpered, loving to finally be inside you. He had waited for years to feel how warm you were. When he was still a hormonal teen, he would spend hours yanking his cock to the thought of tearing you open. Who was he kidding? Even well into his adults years, he still fucked himself to you.

And him getting to you before Bakugou was the cherry on top.

A petty, insecure him wanted to shout, ‘I win!’ right at the man in front him. But staring at him, as he silently seethed at watching you get fucked by the man he hated, was much sweeter.

Crowding you, Midoriya leaned down to groan in your ear, “Look at you. Your sloppy cunt molding just for my cock. You were made for me.”

His head leaned down further to suck the length of your neck. Kissing the nape, he harshly bit into it and you screamed at the piercing ache. Tilting his hips, he hit the spongy part in you, a moan finally leaving you. He kept abusing it as his hand went down to your clit. Instinctively, you spread yourself further for him. His cock stretching you past your limits had your brain fog up in pleasure. Mouth gape, you whimpered into the pillow.

Working you over, Midoriya didn’t stop his pace or how he twiddled your clit. Too fast for your liking, a tightness tugged in your lower stomach.

“N-no.”

Midoriya caught on to how you scrambled away from the pleasure, “Oh, are you- fuck- are you gonna cum?”

In denial, you shook your head.

Laughing at you, Midoriya didn’t stop, just kept going as he was. Pinching your clit, your legs spasmed. You bit your lip to hold off the orgasm, but it was too late.

With a pound into your g-spot, you moaned as you came all over the villain’s dick. Groaning, Midoriya’s hips stuttered, but he was far from completing with you. Licking your neck, he bit into your flesh.

The pleasure quickly turned into pain as he didn’t stop. “Stop, it h-hurts!”

“Good.”

Ramping up his thrusts, you screeched into the pillow. Clutching onto it with your free hand, Bakugou stroked your hair to help you work through the agony. Tilting your head up, you looked up at the hero with bleary eyes. Drooling dripped down from your lips for a different reason.

From your fucked out expression, Bakugou almost came just from that. He knew it was wrong, but his cock has never been harder. You looked so beautiful ruined. If only it was him splitting you apart until you were crying.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you prepared for the next orgasm that threatened to rip through you. Midoriya’s thrust turned sloppy, he finally let up on your clit to focus on his own end. Gripping your hips, he forced them back to fuck you further on him.

You screeched and clenched around him when he bumped your cervix. At that, Midoriya stilled his hips. Cum shot out from him and deep in your cunt. He didn’t move until all of his cum spilled inside you. Your body hummed and twitched.

Sagging down, you were exhausted. Midoriya pulled out from you and you whimpered at being empty after being fucked open. Though, he didn’t leave you alone. His hand cupped your cunt, not letting any cum dribble out.

“Your turn,” Midoriya addressed Bakugou.

“What?” The hero asked stupidly.

“I did say you would get my sloppy seconds, didn’t I?” He tilted his head, mocking him. “Unless you don’t want to.”

Steeling his resolve, he agreed, “Fine.”

Like a puppet on strings, Midoriya pushed you onto Bakugou’s lap. Hand still cupped over you cunt, Bakugou tugged down his sweatpants and boxers. Sighing as his cock slapped against his clothed stomach, he grabbed your thigh to bring you closer.

With Midoriya’s help, you were positioned over his cock. Pressing against your back, you noticed he didn’t put his own away. Ignoring it, you locked gazes with Bakugou. He returned it.

Taking the reigns, Bakugou tugged you from Midoriya’s grip and he let him. Pulling his hand from your cunny, Bakugou replaced it with the blunt head of his cock. Cum spilled down to your thighs. Using it as lube and still stretched open, Bakugou slipped inside you with little resistance. He was a little bit bigger than Midoriya and thicker. Despite that, you didn’t wince as you sank down to the hilt.

Grasping you, Bakugou cradled your face. With little patience, he began thrusting inside you. Moaning, you didn’t stray away from his ruby eyes. Here, in this moment, you could pretend it’s just you two. Maybe the tension between you finally bubbled over and he took your virginity like you secretly wanted. And maybe, just maybe, Bakugou could take it like he longed for as much you did.

Matching his momentum, Bakugou brought his thumb over you parted lips. Dragging it across your bottom lip, he slipped his thumb inside. Moaning, you licked at the oddly sweet skin.

Midoriya cut into the moment, “Don’t you dare cum until I say so.”

Glancing at him, you see him sitting at the end of the bed, working himself back up slowly. His hand twisting over his length a lot slower than Bakugou’s thrusts.

Hooking his thumb on your bottom teeth, he brought your attention back to him. Eyes not straying from his, he let his hand slither down to hold your throat. The grip gentle. You sunk into his hold, it so much softer than you ever expected.

His other hand went to your neglected clit, circling it. Moaning for him. your thighs shook. Hands on his plush chest, you traveled down to grip his wrist. If he kept going, you would cum and you didn’t want to know what Midoriya would do.

Bakugou took at as encouragement and pressed further.

“I- I can’t!” You hiccupped.

Taking mercy on you, Midoriya said with a wavering voice, “Cum. Now.”

Not wasting a moment, Bakugou pushed you down onto the bed. Hand still on your throat, he hovered over you. In the tangle, his cock fell out, but he quickly fucked it back in you. Like a man starved, he slammed his dick in and out of you.

Groaning, you tilted your hips to encasing him inside you more. With his knees, he spread you further and went back to your bundle of nerves.

“You’re so pretty,” Bakugou leaned down, and bit right where Midoriya did before. He tried his best to cover all of that bastard with himself.

His sweet words had your vision swarm. Kicking your feet and curling your toes, his next bite did you in. Cumming with a loud moan right in his ear, Bakugou quickly followed. His cum mixed with Midoriya’s.

Flopping on top of you, he kissed where he bit you as an apology. Deep in you, his cock softened and fell out. Whimpering, you welcomed being empty once more. Your hips were battered and bruised.

“How cute,” Midoriya mocked.

From under Bakugou, you stared at the man who towered the both of you, still stroking his own cock. “I’m far from done with you two.”

Twisting his head to the villain, Bakugou sneered, “Fuck off. We did what you wanted.” He refused to move, covering your form with his to protect you.

The shorter male’s face dropped. “If both don’t get to work sucking my cock, I’ll shock you until you’re fucking stupid and nothing more than little fuck dolls.” Hand tight around the remote, you didn’t take his threat lightly.

Crawling out from under the hero, you went down on your knees on the cold concrete floors. The bones already ached. Glaring at Midoriya, Bakugou didn’t break eye contact as he got on his knees right next to you. It was comically how his form swallowed yours.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Midoriya had you two between his knees. Raising his brow in impatience, you leaned over to lick his cockhead. Bakugou copied you to focus on his balls. Sucking one of them in his mouth, Midoriya bucked up forcing you to take more of his length.

“S-so good,” With both hands, he gripped you and Bakugou’s hair.

Pulling off his cock, you kissed furthered down until you met with Bakugou’s mouth. Departing from Midoriya’s sack, Bakugou licked up until your mouths connected. Over his dick, you both made out, tongues brushing against each other.

Your moan vibrated against Midoriya causing him to shutter.

“For a virgin, you are a natural.”

Clenching your eyes closed, you tuned out his voice and went down to his balls. Taking your place, he went to Midoriya’s cock and took it all in one go. Leaning over you, your lids went half mast, watching Bakugou swallow the villain causing him to give a girlish moan.

Moving to his other ball, you gave it attention, sucking it your mouth. Your tongue swirled around it. Bakugou moved up and down his cock with expertise, smirking when Midoriya whimpered again.

“F-fuck!” He groaned and pulled you both off him.

Ripping his hand from the one in Bakugou’s hair, he stroked his cock and aimed it at you. With two pumps, he came all over your face. You flinched back as it almost hit your right eye.

Releasing you, he leaned forward as shame washed over you. Cum still spilled from your cunt. Being the only one covered in cum and naked, you felt dirty. This time, tears did pour over as you refused to make eye contact with the man above you.

Sensing your shame and pissed at being degraded, Bakugou glared at Midoriya. Hatred seeped from his pores.

Midoriya merely smirked. Tapping your collar, you were forced to look at him.

“It’s going to be so much fun completely breaking you two.”