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[creampiedby]

under the table. boyfriend! midoriya izuku x fem! reader

synopsis: you can't help but want to have sex with your cute boyfriend in the library. You just mustn't get caught. ^^

warnings: NSFW (MDNI), creampie, disgusting sex, sex in a library, semi-public sex, risk of getting caught, overstimulation, sperm, dirty talk, overstimulation, fellatio (male receiving), swallowing sperm, deep throat, Izuku has a big dick😝

a/n: my first oneshot abt izuku and its so rawww and btw tysmm for 3.7k followers🥹💕

words: 4903.

You've been dating Izuku for almost seven months now. At first, he really wasn't your type. He's too nice, too studious, a little awkward with his words. But after spending weeks working on that end-of-semester project with him, you completely fell for him.

He's tall, drop-dead gorgeous, and above all, so intelligent that just listening to him talk gets you wet. Fuck, he's so sexy when he wears those thin glasses that slip slightly down his nose, or when he gets all excited about a subject he's passionate about. His green eyes sparkling, his voice dropping lower…

And then there's his dick.

The first time you saw it, you were speechless. How could a guy who stutters and nerds out like that be hiding a dick that big? It almost felt unfair.

From that day on, you've been officially, completely addicted to him. To every single part of him.

You've been sitting in the university library for over three hours now, studying for the exams that are coming up fast, but you can't focus at all anymore. Your gaze keeps sliding discreetly toward him.

Izuku is bent over his revision sheet, brows slightly furrowed, that adorable little crease forming between his eyes when he's concentrating. His glasses have slipped all the way to the tip of his nose. He's so cute, so serious… and so fuckable like this.

You feel your heart speeding up and, above all, that wet heat spreading between your thighs. You're soaked, just from looking at him. Irreversibly hooked.

Discreetly, you slip off your shoe under the table and slide your bare foot up along his calf, slowly, teasing. The reaction is immediate. Izuku's head snaps up, his green eyes locking onto yours with that dark, almost dangerous look he only gets when you push him to his limit.

"Focus, baby," he murmurs in a low, reprimanding voice. "We have exams in less than a week, you know?"

Even his voice drives you crazy. When he gets all authoritative like that, when he calls you "baby" in that strict tone… Everything about him turns you on like mad.

"I know, I know… Sorry, Zuku," you reply breathlessly, looking away so you don't jump him right there in front of everyone. "But we've been studying for three hours…"

He sighs softly, a little half-smile tugging at his lips anyway. "A little longer and we'll leave, okay?"

"Okay…"

You last exactly five minutes.

Then you start again, looking more innocent this time. You nibble on the end of your pen while staring at him, your tongue slowly gliding over your lips. You see his gaze flick to your mouth for a second before he forces himself to look away, jaw clenched.

You want him to fuck you. Now. You won't last an hour, or even thirty minutes.

You glance quickly left, then right. The library is quiet, almost empty at this hour. Perfect. You pretend to drop your pen, which rolls under the table, and you slip to your knees on the floor without a sound, disappearing under the dark wood.

"Fuck… what are you doing down there, y/n?" he breathes, his voice already a little hoarse.

"Nothing? I'm just looking for my pen," you reply with an innocent smile, looking up at him.

Your hands are already sliding up his thick, muscular thighs, pressing lightly through his jeans. You feel his muscles tense under your palms. His breathing quickens, shorter, more ragged.

Izuku clenches his teeth, one hand gripping the edge of the table while the other slips down discreetly to grab your wrist.

"Y/N…" he growls under his breath, a clear warning in his voice. But he doesn't push you away. On the contrary, his fingers tighten around your wrist like he's torn between pulling you up or keeping you exactly where you are.

You slide your hands higher, up to the bulge already hardening under the zipper. You press your palm gently against his erection, feeling through the fabric just how hard he is for you already.

A small, stifled groan escapes him. He closes his eyes for a second, head tilting forward slightly, his glasses slipping even lower on his nose.

"You're completely insane…" he murmurs, voice rough. "We're in the library, for fuck's sake…"

But his hand isn't holding you back anymore. It even slides into your hair, fingers sinking lightly into your strands as if to guide you.

You look up at him with the most innocent expression possible while slowly undoing the button of his jeans. "Then tell me to stop, Zuku…"

He says nothing. He just stares at you, pupils blown wide, breathing heavy, as your fingers slide the zipper down with deliberate slowness.

The metallic zip glides tooth by tooth, almost silent in the hushed calm of the library. Every millimeter freed makes your stomach flutter harder. You can already feel the heat radiating from him, like his skin is burning under the fabric.

When his pants finally open, you slip both hands inside, gently spreading the sides of the denim. His dark gray boxer briefs are stretched tight, the massive shape of his cock straining against the cotton like an obscene promise.

You hook your fingers under the waistband and pull it down with calculated slowness. His cock springs out at once, heavy, thick, veined, the head already swollen and glistening with a bead of precum that slides slowly down.

It almost bounces against his flat stomach before standing proud in front of your face, barely ten centimeters from your mouth. The musky, warm, masculine scent hits you straight in the nose and makes you squeeze your thighs together. You're soaked, your panties stuck to your pussy.

You don't waste a second. Both hands wrap around the base, one over the other. Your soft skin against his, burning and velvety. You feel the veins throbbing under your palms as you start stroking him slowly, up and down, twisting your wrists slightly.

Your thumb brushes the main vein running the full length, pressing just enough to make it twitch. With your other hand, you massage his heavy balls, rolling them gently between your fingers, feeling how full and warm they are.

Izuku stifles a curse between his teeth. His hand in your hair tightens, tugging lightly on your strands without hurting you, just enough to remind you he's there, fighting not to moan too loud. His glasses are now completely crooked on his nose, his cheeks flushed, lips parted.

You bring your face closer. Your tongue slips out slowly, flat, and you lick from the base first, dragging a long, wet trail all the way up to the head.

The salty, slightly bitter taste makes you moan softly against him. You swirl around the head, your tongue drawing slow circles, pressing against the frenulum, sucking up the bead of precum that keeps leaking.

Your lips part and you take him into your mouth, just the tip at first. You hollow your cheeks, sucking gently while still stroking him with both hands in rhythm, up and down, squeezing just right so he feels every vein pulse against your tongue.

You sink lower, centimeter by centimeter, your mouth stretching around his thickness. He's so big your jaw is already starting to ache, but you keep going, saliva dripping from the corners of your lips, lubing everything.

You take him until the head touches the back of your throat, then pull back slowly, leaving a shiny string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. You start again, deeper this time, relaxing your throat.

A small, wet, almost obscene sound escapes you when you suck harder, your hands speeding up at the base, twisting slightly with every upward stroke.

Izuku leans forward, pretending to read his notes, but his eyes are locked on you. His breathing is ragged, fingers clenched in your hair. He whispers your name like a prayer and a curse: "Y/n… fuck… you suck me so good…"

You speed up. Your head moves faster now, lips sliding along his full length, tongue pressing against the underside. Your hands never stop: one strokes what your mouth can't reach, the other massages his balls, pulling them gently downward to build the pressure.

You hollow your cheeks with every suck, drawing on him like you want to drain him completely. Saliva runs down your chin, over your fingers, making everything slippery and noisy despite your efforts to stay quiet.

You feel him swell even more in your mouth, throbbing harder, his hips starting to twitch despite himself, pushing lightly against your throat.

You're on fire. Your pussy is drenched, you can feel your own juices trickling down your thigh. You press your thighs together, rubbing your clit discreetly against your panties, chasing a little friction while you suck him like a woman possessed.

He's close. You can tell. His cock grows even harder, veins pulsing under your tongue, balls tightening in your hand. His fingers tug harder on your hair, his breathing erratic.

He's trying to stay silent, but a low, rough groan slips out when you take him all the way to the back, your throat squeezing around him.

That's when it happens. A familiar, cheerful voice rings out a few meters from your table. "Izuku! Hey, man!"

Your heart stops for a split second. You try to place the voice. Is that Kacchan…? No, wait, is it Todoroki? No, it's Kirishima. Izuku's friend, the big redhead who's always smiling, the one who often stops by the library to "study" but mostly ends up talking about sports.

Izuku freezes completely. His hand in your hair clenches so tight it tugs on your scalp. His cock throbs violently in your mouth, but he stops moving, body taut like a bow.

"Kirishima…" he answers in an eerily calm voice, almost too calm, lifting his head slightly to look over the table. His glasses are crooked, his cheeks flushed crimson, but he forces a smile. "Hey… what are you doing here?"

You don't stop. You can't. Not yet. Your heart is racing, adrenaline mixing with desire. You keep sucking him slower, deeper, your tongue swirling around the head while your hands continue their slow, tight strokes at the base. You hear him swallow loudly above you.

Kirishima comes closer, his footsteps echoing on the parquet. He sets his bag on the neighboring table, barely two meters away.

"I came to grab some books for tomorrow's class. Have you seen y/n? You guys were studying together, right? I figured I'd find you both here."

Izuku coughs to cover the moan threatening to escape when your tongue flicks right under his head, the most sensitive spot.

"She… she went to the bathroom," he lies in a hoarse voice, jaw tight. "Two minutes ago."

You smile around his cock, lips stretched wide, and take him even deeper, until your nose is almost pressed against his hair. Your throat contracts around him. One hand drops to caress his balls while the other strokes him discreetly, hidden under the table.

Kirishima laughs, completely oblivious. "Oh yeah? Well, I'll wait for her a bit then. You guys making good progress on the revision?"

Izuku closes his eyes for a second, fingers buried in your hair, fighting with everything he has not to come in your mouth right in front of his friend. "Yeah… really good…" he breathes, voice cracking. "We're… almost done with the chapter."

You feel he's right on the edge. His cock is trembling in your mouth, stretched to the limit, ready to explode. You speed up discreetly, sucking harder, your hands working in perfect rhythm, saliva dripping everywhere.

The risk is driving you wild: the danger of getting caught, Kirishima's voice so close, Izuku trying to hold a conversation like nothing's happening.

"Cool! Mind if I sit with you guys for a couple minutes?" Kirishima asks, already pulling out a chair.

Izuku panics slightly. His free hand grips the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turn white. "Uh… yeah, but… wait, I…"

You feel the first thick, hot spurt flood your mouth just as Kirishima sits down. Izuku comes in complete silence, teeth clenched, body shaking with spasms he tries to hide by leaning over his notes. You swallow everything, not missing a drop, your tongue still caressing him as he pulses again and again, long and plentiful.

Kirishima settles in, smiling. "So how are you two doing?" Izuku, breathing hard, eyes glassy, barely manages to say: "Good… Good. Y/n and I are still as fused as ever."

Under the table, you lick his softening cock slowly, a victorious smile on your lips, his taste on your tongue and your heart pounding wildly.

The risk isn't over. Kirishima is right there, sitting next to you. And you're still on your knees, mouth full of him, soaked, more turned on than ever.

Kirishima stays for a good two more minutes, chatting away, completely unaware of what's happening under the table. He talks about his last training session, the professor who changed the syllabus at the last minute, and Izuku answers in hoarse monosyllables, voice cracked, one hand still clenched in your hair while the other pretends to turn pages in his notes.

You keep licking his dick gently, cleaning every last drop with your tongue, savoring the salty taste that lingers on your tongue.

Your chin is slick with saliva, your lips swollen, and your pussy is throbbing painfully, so wet you can feel your arousal dripping onto the floor.

Finally, Kirishima stands up, stretching. "Well, I won't keep you guys any longer. Tell y/n I said hi when she gets back! And good luck with the exams, man."

"Yeah… thanks dude, you too," Izuku mutters, jaw so tight you can almost hear his teeth grinding.

The second Kirishima's footsteps fade and disappear into the stacks, you slowly crawl out from under the table, knees a little sore from the hard floor.

You stand up, discreetly wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand, a victorious, mischievous smile on your lips. Your hair is a little messy, your cheeks flushed, your eyes shining with unfulfilled desire.

Izuku stares at you for a second, pupils still dilated, breathing short. He quickly zips up his jeans, the zipper sliding up in a clumsy, hurried motion, the button snapping a little too loudly in the restored silence.

He stands up abruptly, grabs your wrist without a word and pulls you after him. His fingers are burning hot on your skin. "Come on," he growls under his breath, voice still rough from coming barely two minutes ago.

He drags you through the library aisles, past rows of dusty books and empty tables. He knows the place perfectly, he spends hours here every week.

He leads you to a secluded corner all the way at the back, where old law and philosophy books are piled high on tall shelves. No one ever comes here, especially not this late. The spot is dark, narrow, the air thick with the scent of old paper and polished wood.

As soon as you arrive, Izuku pins you against a shelf, his tall, muscular body pressed flush against yours. His lips crash into yours in a hungry, almost brutal kiss. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, tasting the lingering traces of his own release on your tongue, which makes him groan against your lips.

He kisses you like he wants to devour you, one hand tangled in your hair to tilt your head exactly how he wants, the other already sliding down to your waist, gripping you tight against him.

"You're completely insane, fuck…" he murmurs between kisses, voice low and vibrating with aroused anger. "Sucking me off like that in front of Kiri… I almost moaned while he was talking to me."

You smile against his mouth, panting. "You loved it, admit it."

He doesn't answer with words. He growls and nips your lower lip before moving down to your neck, sucking and licking the sensitive skin just under your ear. His hands slide eagerly under your top, slipping under your bra without even unclasping it.

His big, warm palms cup your breasts, squeezing and kneading them with almost desperate urgency. His thumbs find your already hard nipples and pinch them, roll them, tug them gently. You moan against his shoulder, arching your back to offer him more.

"So sensitive…" he breathes, lowering his head. He yanks your top up roughly, exposing your breasts to the cool library air. His mouth closes over one nipple, sucking hard, tongue swirling around it while his hand works the other breast, kneading and lightly scratching with his nails.

He alternates, biting, licking, sucking until your nipples are swollen, red, hypersensitive. Every flick of his tongue sends jolts straight between your legs. You feel your clit throbbing, your panties completely soaked.

While he devours your breasts, one of his hands slides lower. He hikes your skirt up without gentleness, slips his fingers under your panties and immediately finds your burning, dripping pussy.

"Fuck… you're soaked," he growls against your chest, voice muffled. "All wet just from sucking me off?"

Two of his long fingers spread your lips, sliding easily between your slick folds thanks to how turned on you are. He pushes them in deep to the second knuckle, making you jolt and moan louder.

He starts moving them, curling to rub that exact spot inside you that makes you see stars. His thumb finds your swollen clit and starts circling it fast, pressing just right.

You cling to his shoulders, nails digging into his t-shirt, legs shaking. His fingers pump in and out of you, faster and faster, the wet, obscene sounds echoing softly in the isolated corner.

He adds a third finger, stretching you, filling you, thrusting mercilessly while his mouth keeps torturing your breasts, leaving red hickeys on your skin.

"Baby… oh fuck…" you moan, head falling back against the books. He lifts his head, lips shiny, eyes dark with lust.

"You want me to fuck you here?" he asks in a rough voice, fingers speeding up even more, thumb pressing harder on your clit. "Like a little slut who can't even wait to get home to get fucked?"

You nod frantically, unable to form a coherent sentence. Your stomach clenches, the orgasm already building, fast and violent from all the time you spent sucking him without touching yourself.

But just when you feel like you're about to tip over, Izuku suddenly slows his fingers to a brutal stop. He keeps them buried deep inside you, motionless, while his thumb continues to brush your clit with unbearable lightness, almost teasing.

"Not yet," he murmurs against your ear, voice low and commanding. "You're going to wait. You tortured me under that table… now it's my turn."

He starts moving his fingers again, slowly this time, sliding them in and out of you with diabolical precision. He curls them on every pass to press against your G-spot, then pulls them almost all the way out before slamming them back in hard.

His thumb traces slow circles, then fast, then slow again, alternating the rhythm to keep you right on the edge without ever letting you come.

Every time your breathing speeds up and your walls clench around him, he slows down or stops completely, leaving you panting and frustrated.

"Zuku… please…" you beg, voice trembling, trying to rock your hips for more.

He chuckles softly, a dark, rough sound, and pulls his fingers out completely. You moan in protest, empty and desperate. He brings his glistening fingers to his mouth and licks them slowly, looking you straight in the eyes.

"You taste so good when you're frustrated…"

He spins you around abruptly to face the shelf, pressing your chest against the books. With one hand he hikes your skirt up to your waist, with the other he yanks your panties down to your knees in one sharp tug. You feel the cool air on your dripping pussy, completely exposed.

Behind you, you hear the familiar sound of his zipper coming down again. His cock, already hard again despite his recent orgasm, presses against your ass. Izuku leans over you, chest against your back, mouth right by your ear.

"You're going to take everything I give you, baby. Stay quiet."

He lines up his thick head against your soaked entrance and thrusts in with one powerful stroke, all the way to the hilt. The stretch is brutal, delicious, filling you completely. You bite your forearm to stifle your cry, eyes squeezed shut, pleasure exploding through your whole body.

Izuku doesn't give you any mercy.

He grips your hips firmly with both hands and starts fucking you from behind with deep, powerful, almost savage thrusts. Each push presses you harder against the shelf, making the old books tremble on the shelves.

His thick cock fills you completely every time, sliding easily into your drenched pussy still swollen from the frustration he put you through moments earlier. The wet sound of your bodies slapping echoes softly in the isolated corner, mixed with your stifled moans that you try desperately to hold back.

But it's not enough for him.

In one fluid motion, Izuku wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you slightly. Your body arches, your hands instinctively grabbing the shelves in front of you, fingers digging into the old wood and the spines of the books.

Your feet almost leave the floor. Only your toes still brush the parquet, your weight resting mostly on his strong arms and your precarious grip on the shelf. You feel completely at his mercy, suspended, offered, unable to do anything but take everything he gives you.

"Hold on tight, baby," he growls against your ear, voice rough and strained.

He adjusts his grip, one hand sliding under your thigh to hold you higher, the other planted firmly on your hip. In this position, he can sink even deeper. Every thrust is more violent, more precise.

His big cock spears you to the core, bumping against your cervix every time, the perfect angle to grind against your g-spot nonstop. Your bare breasts bounce with his movements, rubbing against the shelves.

Your fingers dig into the wood, knuckles white, while your feet dangle almost in the air, toes desperately searching for purchase they can't find.

Izuku fucks you like this, holding you almost lifted, pounding you mercilessly. His hips slap against your ass at a frantic rhythm, his hot, ragged breath in your neck. You feel every vein of his cock sliding inside you, every pulse, every inch stretching and filling you.

The pleasure is so intense you can barely breathe. Your clit rubs indirectly against the edge of the shelf with every thrust, adding extra stimulation that drives you insane.

"Fuck… you're so tight like this…" he groans, voice cracking with effort. "Look at you… hanging on my cock… Taking it all like a good girl."

You bite your forearm to muffle your moans, but it's getting harder and harder. Little high-pitched cries escape you anyway, quickly turning into shaky breaths. Your walls clench violently around him, squeezing his cock like a vice with every thrust.

The orgasm builds again, stronger, more overwhelming, fueled by all the built-up frustration and this dominant position that makes you feel completely owned.

Izuku senses you're close. He speeds up even more, hips slamming into you with almost brutal force. He lifts you a little higher, holding you firmly against him, your feet no longer touching the floor at all now.

You're entirely suspended, impaled on his thick cock, hands clenched on the shelf for balance. Every movement makes you bounce slightly on him, the angle even deeper, even more devastating.

"I'm gonna come…" he breathes against your ear, voice rough and urgent. "Come with me, baby. But stay quiet. Not a sound."

His fingers slide between your legs and pinch your clit between two fingers, rubbing it fast and firm while he keeps pounding you without mercy. It's too much.

The combination of his cock hammering you, his fingers on your hypersensitive clit, and the feeling of being lifted, completely dominated, sends you over the edge.

The orgasm hits you like a violent wave. Your walls spasm around him, squeezing his cock so hard he lets out a low groan. Your body shakes from head to toe, toes curling in the air, fingers clawing at the wooden shelf.

You bite down hard on your forearm to keep from screaming, a long, muffled moan vibrating in your throat as pleasure explodes inside you, making you see stars. Your juices gush around his cock, soaking his thighs and the floor below.

Izuku follows right after. He thrusts one last time as deep as possible and comes with a rough, stifled groan against your shoulder. You feel his cock pulse violently inside you, releasing thick, hot jets that fill you completely.

He keeps moving slowly through his orgasm, as if he wants to make it last, keeping you suspended on him while he empties himself fully.

You stay like that for a long moment, panting, trembling. Your feet barely touch the floor, your body still impaled on him, his strong arms holding you against his chest. He presses a soft, almost tender kiss to the back of your sweat-damp neck, his warm breath against your skin.

"Fuck… I love you," he murmurs in a cracked voice, still breathless. "But the next time you pull a stunt like that under the table… I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk."

He sets you down gently on your feet, his cock sliding slowly out of you with a wet, obscene sound. The second his head leaves your entrance, a thick stream of warm cum drips down the inside of your thigh, tracing a shiny path on your skin.

Your knees buckle, completely liquefied. You wobble, body weak and trembling, unable to support your own weight. You would have fallen if Izuku hadn't caught you in time.

He pulls you against his chest protectively, one strong arm around your waist while the other hand slides into your hair, gently stroking the back of your neck.

"Easy… I've got you," he murmurs in a low, rough voice, still a little breathless but already softer. He holds you tight, giving you time to come back to yourself, his warm, solid body your anchor.

You feel his heart still racing against your cheek, his breath tickling the top of your head. His fingers keep up their slow, soothing strokes in your hair, almost comforting after the roughness with which he took you moments earlier.

"Hey…" he murmurs, his voice suddenly much gentler, almost worried. He pulls you closer, letting you steady yourself. "I fucked you too hard… Sorry, baby. I got a little too mean earlier."

He kisses your forehead, then your temple, slowly moving down your cheek. His touches are tender now, completely contrasting with the brutality from before.

He adjusts your top to cover you, carefully pulls your skirt back down, and wipes the corner of your still-swollen mouth with his thumb.

You're weak, legs wobbly, body still shivering with aftershocks. Your breathing is short, your head resting on his shoulder. You feel completely spent, but so, so good.

"I… I loved it," you manage to whisper in a hoarse, weak voice, a tired little smile on your lips. "I really loved it… when you're like that."

Izuku lets out a soft, almost relieved laugh. He pulls you a little tighter against him, one hand slowly caressing your back under your top.

"Yeah… I could tell how hard you were squeezing my cock when I talked dirty to you," he replies quietly, a smile in his voice. "But still… I'm sorry I was so rough. You're still shaking. I didn't mean to wreck you that much."

He kisses you tenderly this time, a slow, deep kiss full of affection. His lips are soft against yours, his tongue caressing yours gently. You kiss him back, weakly but with all the love you feel for him, your fingers loosely gripping his sweatshirt.

When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed. "I love you, y/n. Really. Even when you drive me completely crazy by sucking me off under the table in front of my friend."

You laugh weakly against his chest, still catching your breath. "I love you too, Zuku… But next time… maybe we can just go straight home after studying."

He smiles, lifts you up again, this time fully in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist and your head on his shoulder.

"Come on. I'll take you back to the table, pack up our stuff, and we'll head home. You need a hot shower and some cuddles. And maybe I'll make you something to eat."

You close your eyes, nestled against him, a satisfied smile on your lips. Despite the exhaustion, you feel perfectly happy, loved, and already impatient to do this kind of "studying" with him again.

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if love is surrender, then whose war is it anyway?

yandere! pro-hero! katsuki bakugou x assistant! reader

content warnings – manipulation, kidnapping, allusions to prolonged captivity

word count – 3.8k

💿 psychoabble by frou frou

It was a phase. 

It was a phase, just like every other fucked up, emotionally constipated outburst he’s had in his life. Just like when bullying Izuku was a phase. Just like when bullying you was a phase. It was just a phase, so it would just have to pass like the rest.

He used to follow Izuku around at UA, used to listen in on his conversations, used to butt in on his relationships. And so what? He got over it and look at them now, better than ever. He was making amends. His behavior wasn’t any different from then. Keeping tabs on you was his job as a hero, just like any other citizen in his jurisdiction. Hell, if he hadn’t been there that day, you might not have even been here still.

 It was fine. You are fine. He is fine. It’s just a phase. Katsuki does not have a problem. 

The problem was solved the day he gave you a job at his agency. The café you worked at got caught in the crossfire of a robbery, resulting in its closure. The dumbass villain couldn’t have picked a worse location at a worse time with a worse crowd. It was a rare day off for Katsuki, so sue him that he went out incognito to get some coffee made by you. So what that it was a 45-minute walk? Was it suddenly against the law to go out of your way for coffee in the morning? He sure as hell didn’t think so. Besides, you were the only one who knew how to make a cup worth a damn. 

But it wasn’t the fact that the villain had directed his threats towards you that had him nearly blowing up the whole block. There was a whole lobby full of innocent people at stake; no other reason for him to act rashly and nearly blast the man to death. ‘Course, his disguise was ruined, but to hell with that. He was more concerned with the fallout of everyone involved, but you were the only one he collected a statement from. Funny how that happened, but, hey, that’s just the way it happened. 

Katsuki was sure he didn’t make your situation better by having your childhood bully save you. It was the first time you had recognized him in years, and it showed. You hunched in on yourself despite the minor back injury you had sustained from a hit from the villain. Your arms crossed despite their cuts, your eyes sharp despite their weariness. He couldn’t blame you as much as he wanted to. He wanted any other reason for you to treat him with contempt other than himself. 

The medics on the scene were quick to dismiss you for your bumps and bruises. You were quick to disappear. Katsuki could justify a lot of things, but he couldn’t justify chasing you down from an active crime scene. Not to the police, at least. It was a few more days before he decided to track you down. Just some standard follow-up bullshit. Nothing weird. 

He couldn’t exactly show up at your ratty apartment uninvited despite stopping himself on multiple occasions before. And he could have gotten away with it, too. A building without security cameras made you a really easy target. Lucky for him, your landlord was quite the fan and chatterbox – expressing his sympathy for losing your job, going on and on about how hard it was for a quirkless young woman like yourself. Apparently, you could barely hold down a job before the café because of your quirk status. Hell, most places don’t even rent to quirkless people on their own. 

Small talk was hardly tolerable for Katsuki. He stomached as much as he could take before excusing himself to your apartment. At least he got some good information out of the bastard, but he didn’t trust him. Said too much, especially about you. It made him even more anxious to see you in such a place. But he couldn’t pretend to understand your circumstances; he had no business to judge your choices. He had to remind himself that you finally opened the door he’s stood by so many times. You didn’t look any more pleased to see him the second time around. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Katsuki was expecting some bark, but you were even more shrunken in on yourself than last time. He felt like he was looking at the little eight-year-old girl who cried her heart out after confessing to him all over again. Small. Weak. Defeated. He had half a mind to wrap you up in the arms that once pushed you and show you just how gentle they could be now. 

“It’s standard for witnesses to be reevaluated after an attack .” Real smooth, Katsuki. But then again, he wasn’t there to flirt. 

“Could have left that to the police like all the other witnesses.” You avert your eyes. He’s losing you. “As you can see, I’m fine. You don’t have to waste any more time. I’m sure you’re a busy man.” 

His foot lodged in the door the moment you began to close it. One. Take a deep breath. Katsuki can’t afford to lose his temper. You already look scared enough without him practically forcing his way in. Two. Katsuki removed his foot and adjusted his posture.

“Sorry, force of habit.” It was a quick remark, shy almost. 

Fuck, he had never had to try so hard in conversation this many times in a single day. Three. Be honest. 

“I wanted to…” Wanted to what? Check on her personally? Apologize? Confess? “I want to offer you a job. I know you lost yours due to my… recklessness.” 

“A job.” You sounded even less thrilled than you looked. “That’s a nice offer, but-” 

Four. Five. Another deep breath. Be honest. Six.

“I mean it. Look, I…” 

For the first time in a long time, Katsuki felt at a loss for words. He wanted everything to stop. Time. Him. You. He wanted you to stop looking at him like he was going to trip you or tease you or shove you. He wanted you to look at him as he is now, not like the boy who laughed in your face when you told him you liked him.

Seven. 

“I want to apologize. For everything. I’m sorry. Let me do this for you.” 

You scoffed. Eight. Deep Breath. You stood there, looking at the ground and chewing at your lip the same way you did ten years ago.

“What do you expect me to do for you, huh? I’m just a quirkless, worthless loser, remember?” You spat, finding some bite to your bark. 

Nine. She’s just trying to get you to react, Katsuki. 

“I need a secretary, someone to keep track of my bullshit back at the agency. It pays way fuckin’ better than whatever you were making there.” It was his turn to sound timid, to feel afraid of rejection. 

“Fine.”

“Good. I’ll see you at my agency tomorrow at 8 AM.” 

Ten. Exhale. Just a phase. 

It had been a year since that day. Not that he’s been counting. Definitely not. You adjusted quickly to your new environment at the agency– at his side. It was like he dragged in a feral stray when you first started, too skittish and too guarded. Sometimes, he feared that you would really bite him if he got too close too soon. Now, you’re much more like his comfortable pet, sitting perched in front of his office where you belong. 

Even after you accepted the job offer, you hardly seemed interested in accepting his apology. It was cool. Fine. Good. Katsuki could move at your pace, no problem. He’s waited this long; what’s a little while more now that he has you in his pocket? No reason to be so anxious now that he’s got you so close. It’s not like you’re a goddamn flight risk, he’s made sure of that. 

Katsuki was older now, much more keen on the idea that slow and steady can indeed win the race. But, my god, did you like to take a Sunday stroll right through his life. He thought by this point, you would have given in to your own affections – if you were even aware of them yourself. It’s like an instinct he’s developed after being a public figure for so long, and an attractive one at that. He knew the shy looks; he knew the subtle blush. He bet you didn’t even know. 

He knew how to spot a fangirl from a mile away. 

‘Course this was bound to happen, damn near planned to happen. Leaving his love life up to fate? Fat chance. Katsuki knew how it was going to go down; he’s had you stuck in his mind for too long not to. He practically glowed at the thought of you, or he would if that was something he did. He wouldn’t mind doing it for you. Despite the swelling pride in his chest for his confirmation, you were still too…guarded for his liking. 

Hasn’t he been good to you? Given you a chance, even you yourself didn’t think you deserved? Showed you how he changed? Showed you how capable he was? Because he was capable of a lot, a lot more than he let on. He knew his childish arrogance would get him nowhere – despite how much he wanted to flex for you. Katsuki was tired of being subtle, tired of holding back in fear of coming on too strong and scaring you off for good. 

He hadn’t felt this emotional since he was 15, twisting and writhing with himself when he wanted to twist and writhe with you. Izuku was the one who suggested he start writing his thoughts down just to get them out of his system. “Journaling,” or whatever the fuck he called it. His past therapist had suggested the same thing, but he never saw the need for it; work was all he needed to get the frustration out. 

But this was different. This wasn’t frustration directed towards himself, but directed towards his work. This was deep-seated, rooted in the core of insecurities he really didn’t know existed. This was not his hero ranking, his stats, his work ethic – all things that he didn’t need approval for, at least not anymore. He knew he was the best hero on the scene, and he didn’t really need to do much to prove it. He could take it when he was criticized for it; too aggressive, too ruthless. It didn’t matter to him.  

But this? This was him. No rankings, no smoke and mirrors, no quirk. Katsuki could be the very best of himself, and it still might not be good enough for you. And that was a rejection he could never accept. A rejection he would never accept. 

So he wrote. Katsuki wrote and wrote and wrote until he felt like his hand would come clean off his wrist. It started out simple, surface-level things anyone could see about you if they cared to look hard enough. Easy right? All out of his system. No problem. Just some simple detailing about what he thought about you. 

And it was simple until he got to the real details. Details that were just a little too personal, a little too intimate. Details he wasn’t supposed to know, details that should make him ashamed but don’t. Details that were years in the making. But it was fine, right? Izuku was the freak with hero journals, dating more than ten years back, with classmates he barely spoke to anymore. Hell, the nerd had some on heroes he’s never even met before. So Katsuki wasn’t a freak for keeping one on someone he spoke to every single day. It wasn’t weird at all. 

Even when the plan started to become a real plan with a real timeline, it still wasn’t weird. His thoughts and feelings couldn’t get him in trouble; they belonged to him just as much as they belonged to you. The way he felt about you, the things he wanted to do for you. Writing down what he was too afraid to admit out loud, admit to himself. It was fine because he didn’t act on anything; this was just a release for him. 

But that’s just it, isn’t it? Katsuki wasn’t weird. No, no, no. Katsuki was an addict, and he could admit he had a problem. But it wasn’t all bad. He was doing his own rehab on his own time. The more he accepted his feelings, the better he felt. Acceptance and wellness, it’s just so easy to conflate the two. However, Katsuki still knew that accepting his feelings and acting on them were two entirely different beasts. 

Prepping a room for you didn’t mean he actually planned to make use of it. Once you agree to move in with him, he can just convert it back into an office. He just needed to get it out of his system. Easy. Done. Following you around on his off days was his way to decompress. His form of relaxing. God knows he could use some more of it. Seeing you safe made him at peace more than anything massage or meditation could offer him. Hell, he even had the restraint to never approach you outside of the office. Perfectly fine. Not weird. 

So what if the original plan was not what was on paper? It was fine. You weren’t sticking to the plan he had in his head when he first hired you, so why should he? These things happen, and Katsuki can adapt. You were too shy, he surmised. He won’t let it slow him down; he can be plenty bold for the both of you. His new plan was more realistic, more thoughtful, more tailored for success. Katsuki left no margin for error. 

And this is exactly where his plan led him, down to the minute. The time was 10:18 on a Friday evening, well past the time his main agency was closed for business. It was just you and him left in the quiet halls, just like it always should have been. Half the lights had been shut off, the music had been cut, and the chatter followed everyone else out the door for the long weekend. He waited for a beat, watching you, too engrossed in your work to realize you had been left behind. Not by him, though. He was more than eager to pick you up, finally. 

“You still here?” 

He wanted to chuckle when you jumped, your gasp filling the almost deafening silence. You were the one to laugh it off, placing a hand on your chest. 

“Yes, I’m still here. I had no idea it had gotten so late.” You sighed, the small smile from your laugh still gracing your face. 

Katsuki always liked the way you looked after work. You had a slightly messy look to you after so many hours, a look he’d always hoped to ruin one day if you ever got brave enough to slink into his office when no one was around to see. The light above your desk was one of the few that stayed on, illuminating you like an angel. His angel. He was comfortable where he was, leaning on the wall across from you. The light was only half as good on him, making him more unreadable than usual whilst he lurked so close. 

“Let me walk you to your car.” It wasn’t really a request; these things hardly ever were with him. He knew you didn’t have a car. You didn’t know that, though. Always so impersonal with him.

The bag you brought to work was a worn thing, a little satchel in your favorite color with a Dyanmight bomb keychain attached to it. It was the first thing he ever gave you, a frivolous tchotchke you still held onto. You barely reached for the bag before he took it for you, slinging it on his shoulder as it belonged there. Your coat was already in his left arm as he gave you his right. 

“I, uh…I actually don’t drive.” You acted like it was something to be ashamed of, something he would shame you for. You take his arm anyway, just your hand nesting its way into the crook of his elbow. “I take the train a few blocks from here, you don’t have to-” 

“Bullshit.” He interjected. “Like hell I’m lettin’ you walk and take the train at this hour. I’ll take you home.” 

There was an almost awkward moment of silence in the deadened hallway, save for the sound of your shoes and the rustling of his costume against your things. You let out another short yet contented sigh, slightly squeezing his arm. “If it's not too much trouble.” 

“For you? Heh, never.” He was equally as contented, hardly able to contain the grin that wanted to split across his face. 

The silence was comfortable after that; there wasn’t much to be said anyway. Even in the awe-inspiring size of his agency, there still wasn’t enough room for the both of you. There are too many corners, too many places to be spied upon, despite being the only ones in the building. Too many places for your feelings to hide. He opened the car door for you, placing your things with more care than you would grant him to have in the backseat. The car was much more spacious, much more intimate. Less worry about the ears listening in and more worry about too much truth coming out. 

His choice of music was odd, you thought. More odd than his strangely calm behavior. You didn’t take him for someone who would listen to something so sappy, so earnest. But then again, he never was too good with his words, was he? 

“I really appreciate you doing this for me.” You murmur, afraid to be the first to break the silence. 

“It’s really no problem.” He was so blunt, so matter-of-fact about things. 

“Not just about the car ride, I mean.” You blurted out, fearful you would lose your courage if you didn’t say it fast enough. 

Your gaze was fixed on the road ahead, not daring to meet his. He was handsome, too handsome. You felt shy just to look at him; your resolve would crumble if you had to. And he knew it, now more than ever.

“You gave me a second chance, you know. With this job? You didn’t have to do that for me.” You felt like you were out of breath, eyes now shut tight. His hand found its way to your knee, grounding you, encouraging you. “I just… I want you to know that I really do forgive you… for everything.” 

Katsuki might as well damn near crash the car at that point, one hand on the wheel with a heartbeat that wanted the car to match its speed. His thumb stroked the inside of your knee, grounding himself as much as it did you. Thank god you hadn’t noticed he already passed your apartment. 

“I’m..I’m just so damn happy that you can see that I’ve really changed.” His grip tightened on your knee as he locked the doors to the car. “I’ve always wanted to make it up to you. I finally know how.” 

The lanes around you started to get slimmer and slimmer as you realized you were driving out of the city. 

“We…we passed my apartment. I think you can flip a U-turn up here.” 

His grip was suddenly too tight, the car suddenly too small to sit comfortably in. 

“I know, I said I was taking you home.” Way, way too matter-of-fact about things now. 

It was wrong; everything was wrong. The car, your job, his hand, it was all just wrong, wrong, wrong. You should have taken your chances with the train, never accepted his arm, never allowed him to take your bag. What were you thinking? Letting him grab his stuff for you like he owned it? He-

“Take a deep breath, you’re okay.” His thumb was still stroking your knee, but you could feel it slowly inching its way up. 

“Please, just turn the car around. Please, Bakugou. We can forget about-” 

“”S call me Katsuki.” He was humming along to the song now. The road had narrowed down to one. It was so dark. 

“Okay, K-Katsuki. Please, just turn the car around, okay? It doesn’t have to be like this.” You really thought you were going to hyperventilate now. 

“I know it doesn’t. Just relax, okay? I said I was taking you home, ‘s exactly what I’m doing.” His arm moved from your thigh to holding you flush against the seat by your chest. 

“My home, my home is back there!” You were hysterical at this point. 

“No, it ain’t. Your home is with me.” He exerted more force to hold you down, expecting your panic to set in and your thrashing to be erratic. Katsuki knew this would happen. He’s okay with it. 

The car pulled into a gravel driveway and parked inside the garage, the door folding quickly behind it. You were crying, crying much harder than he thought you would. He expected a fearful submission from you, but here you were, writhing like a wild animal on its last legs. He was quick to catch you when you escaped the passenger seat, hauling you over his shoulder while you screamed and kicked. He let you. There was no one to hear you anyway. 

It was a struggle to get you to the room upstairs, with you grabbing onto whatever you could find purchase with. Katsuki didn’t want to hurt you, but he was okay with getting a little rough. He hoped you’d grow to like it with time. He spared you no comfort until he got into the confines of your room, where he shushed you and laid you on the bed. Your entire frame was kept down with one arm as he reached into your bedside table, taking out your syringe. 

“You’re more feisty than you let on,” he chuckled. “I like it. But right now, I think you need a nice, long nap to feel better, yeah, angel?” 

You were damn near biting him as he injected you, watching you practically foam at the mouth for a hit into whining and letting your tears run as fast as they came. Your hyperventilating had simmered to a heavy pant as you stared up at him, eyes wide with fear and betrayal. 

“I know, baby. I know.” His bare hand came to stroke the hair on the left side of your head, brushing away whatever stuck to your tears. “I know you’re scared, but it’s okay. You don’t know the real me yet.”

[bakugosbratx]

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: In a world full of humans with super abilities, otherwise known as quirks, Y/N was a part of the 20% who happens to be quirkless. Still trying to make a name for herself in a hero-and-villain based society, she attends college and attempts to make a name for herself in other ways. Even if she is at higher risk of dangerous situations. But what happens when the number five hero decides that his number one priority is not to save the world from crime, but to save Y/N instead?

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Katsuki Bakugo x Fem! Reader. All characters are adults.

𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Dark content, yandere, mental abuse, crude language, physical abuse, stalking, emotional abuse, Stockholm syndrome, humiliation, sex, bdsm themes, kinks, degrading, etc.

Tags: @/w31rdweeb @/dabishou @/butterflyhallucinations @/praisehoes-and-runovervirgins @/derya1409 @/seveneleven11 @/darhinadadragon @/bo-reigning @/lilyalone @/dontwannabeawake @/cr-33-d

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗢𝗻𝗲

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝘄𝗼

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Christmas Lights

Pairing: Dark Katsuki Bakugo x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

Sequel to Christmas Bells.

SUMMARY: With Christmas and a baby around the corner, you're doing less than fine.

WARNINGS: Kidnapped reader; Depression/Anxiety; Implied Forced Pregnancy.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback 😊 Merry Christmas.

While it's a sequel to the drabble Christmas Bells, it can also be read as a standalone. Reader's choice.

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Uneasiness keeps stirring inside you, fruit of the oppressive silence looming in the room. The room is immersed in darkness, just like your future. 

You twist around in the bed, restless and tired at the same time. Exhaustion clings to every muscle in your body but the sleep evades you. A storm of emotions doesn’t let you sleep. Anxiety, uneasiness, stress, sadness, anger.

Your mind can’t rest, not even for a minute. 

The nightstand clock marks nearly five in the morning. 

You turn to the side, shifting the blankets around you. A quiet grunt has you freezing.

Glancing back, Bakugo’s sprawled body takes more of your side of the bed than you’d like, his hand latched to your forearm like a rope. With how restless you’ve been and his feather-light sleep, you’re still half expecting Bakugo to wake and nag you about how fundamental sleep and resting are for you at this stage.

But his heavy breathing reveals that he’s still out cold, deeply worn-out after a last-minute emergency that took him away for the better part of yesterday’s afternoon. You watched the news while they covered his nearly two-hour fight with a fire quirk villain. It was long and gruesome and he won it in the end, like he always does.  

You toss around for a few minutes, trying any and every position that could possibly allow you to fall asleep. And then you give up.

Insomnia has become an inseparable companionship for you these past days and tonight isn’t gonna be any different. The stress makes it worse, especially now that you’ve reached that daunting deadline.

Any day now. Any minute now. 

Finally giving up on the long-lost quest for sleep, you leave the bed. It’s a bit of a struggle, especially with the added weight on your belly but you make it work.

The bedroom door creaks the slightest when closed and you hover near the door for a moment, waiting to see if it woke Bakugo up. No sounds come from inside the room. Nothing happens. 

You walk away, crossing corners while carefully wobbling down the long hallway until you’ve reached your destination: the living room. Much like the rest of the apartment, the main lights are off which leaves the room in a darker sombre.

But unlike the remaining divisions, there’s a gentle lightening casted from the tall Christmas tree, which is impressively illuminated with a colorful array of red, green, golden and blue. 

Your eyes don’t leave the tree as you sit down on the couch, fascinated and enamoured by the light show. The shine is dim and slow as the colors blend into each other as they transform. 

There’s something comforting about them. Peaceful. Or maybe you’re just desperate enough to seek comfort in what used to be a happy occasion for you. Especially now that change is on the verge of happening. Unconsciously, your hand reaches down. Palm resting on your very round stomach.

There’s not a single muscle in your body that isn’t hurting. Everything aches. Despite how much you hated the first few months of pregnancy, that was nothing compared to these final months. It’s nothing short of a nightmare, bloated and heavy, back aching so much that it gets hard to stand for too long and it’s been a few decent weeks since you’ve been able to freely move around without the constant heaviness and size of your belly slowing you down.

A Christmas baby. A perfect occasion to welcome the baby and grow the family. Or so Bakugo said. He’s eager to meet them, his precious baby. You, on the other hand, aren’t so sure about it. 

A cramp in your back as you leaning down against the pillows, lips parting as you breathe in. Something stirs in your gut, leaving you uncertain of whether it’s the baby or just anxiety. 

Right below the tree, the floor is swamped with an impressive amount of wrapped boxes and you almost cringe at the small fortune everything combined must make up for.

A small amount is for Bakugo, with him finally allowing you to shop online without hovering over your shoulder, even though it’s a given fact that he most certainly does check for the money transactions. Unsure of what a wealthy high-ranking Pro-Hero could possibly want, you settled for simple things.

A fancy watch. An All Might card collection set. An All Might comic book. A new shaving kit. A boxing book. A ridiculously expensive whiskey. Random things you clicked around cause you didn’t want to waste too much time thinking about what your kidnapper would enjoy as a Christmas gift. 

Another portion of the presents, a bigger one, are for you. ‘You deserve every gift in the world’ is what Bakugo had said, lips lovingly touching your forehead while his big hand caressed the bump protruding from your torso. 

And the bigger count of the boxes is meant for the little one that is yet to arrive.

You look at them, absently wondering if Bakugo intends on waiting for the baby’s arrival to open the presents. As if the baby would need even more gifts when considering the already overwhelming amount of toys and plushes decorating the nursery and the playroom Bakugo so thoroughly designed and built.

A sigh half escapes past your lips at that.

Nothing was left behind or half-done with Bakugo. He really took matters into his own hands and did all the work, spending countless hours and days searching and studying for the best room designs, the perfect lights, the most educational books to read to babies, cognitive-development toys, ...

He’s the epitome of well-prepared. More than ready to be a father. Unlike you. You’re not ready. Far from it.

As much as you try not to harbor any ill-feelings towards the baby, it’s deeply hard to feel anything akin to love for it. Conceived under extremely unfortunate circumstances and certainly to be raised in an even worse environment.

Will the child eventually see through the cracks of its parents relationship as they grow older and wiser? Or will Bakugo do everything in his power to keep the facade of a happy family? 

You don’t know. Sometimes it gets so hard to pretend, to put on a happy face and act like everything is fine. 

There’s another flutter in your stomach, a little stronger than before. Maybe the baby can sense you thinking about them. You hope they don’t think bad of you for thinking so ill of them.

They don’t deserve that. But neither do you. 

The lights change colors at their own pace, steady and calm, unrushed by the world. You yawn, eyes blinking slowly. In this small moment, you can almost pretend that you’re fine. That you’re back at your family house, pulling an all-nighter under the pretext of a movie marathon while your parents are asleep in their beds. That you’re safe and sound. That you’re happy and living your best life … 

It doesn’t take long for the illusion to break. 

The creaking of the wood panels is quiet and yet awfully loud in the dead silence of the night, soon followed by the sound of feet padding through the floor board. 

The white light is unexpected as it blinds your eyes painfully. You frown deeply, one hand above your eyes to protect them from the shock. Bakugo stands stiffly by the door for a moment before marching his way to you, wide awake and alert.

The room shifts, the melancholic peace transformed into a tense silence. The enchanting lights and their effect significantly dim under the oppressive white lights and that sours your mood. 

Bakugo comes to stand across from you, hands framing his hips. Blonde hair tussled and the lines from the pillow etched to his cheek. “The hell you doing awake at this time? You should be sleeping.” 

“I’m not tired.” Not entirely a lie. 

He sighs, heavy and deep.

His patience thoroughly tested these past months, forcing himself to lower his tone when talking to you and keeping his hand light ever since the doctor gave him a serious talk on the heavy impact of your state of mind and happiness on his child’s health.  

“We talked about this, haven’t we? You need to rest, both of you do.” 

“I am resting right now.” you talk back, eyebrows raising in defiance. The stirring nerves putting you on edge.  

“And you can also rest in bed, which is where I want you. So get up.” 

You scowl, upset. 

“I really don’t want to.”

Now it’s his turn to scowl. 

“Don’t care. Get up.” 

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” 

The words escape past your lips before you can stop or regret them. A new hardness sets into Bakugo’s jaw and his hand clenches for a moment before releasing.

You look away, feeling his heated gaze reek of disappointment and frustration. Fully aware that he’s just itching to deliver a much-needed slap, something to steer you away from the annoying brat you’ve become. He might still do it. His patience is on its last fumes and maybe you shouldn’t push him too much. But you’re equally just as tired of him as he is with you. 

Your name is hissed, the edge on his voice making it sound awfully like a warning. You flinch when his hand sneaks around your forearm, fingers gripping it firmly. 

“I’m really not in the mood for this. And I’m getting real tired of your bullshit. So get your ass up and in bed because I’m not-” 

“Why do you always have to be like this?” the words are barely out of your mouth before the tears break free, wildly cascading down your cheeks. Your composure breaks, the cold anger melting into something pitiful.

You hyperventilate, the lump in your throat growing by the second, shoulders unable to stop shaking as you sob with abandon. The tears run wild and free, the dam fully open now. 

“Hey.” Bakugo kneels in front of you with a quieter tone. His large hands trying to be gentle as he takes your face into them. “Hey. None of that. Damnit, don’t cry.” 

You shake your head, weakly attempting to push him away even though it’s useless. Bakugo is as solid as a wall. He only lets out a tired sigh, before firmly tilting your face towards him. 

“I shouldn’t have- Hey, you gotta listen to me.” he growls, inching closer until your noses are close to touching.

There’s an intensity to his red eyes that always makes you feel small, almost as if he can see the depth of you, all of your secrets and deepest fears. 

“Enough with the crying.” he hushes you now, pulling you into his chest. Your massive belly gets in the way, making it an awkward position but Bakugo doesn’t let go.

His thin shirt quickly soaks with your tears and yet the warmth from his chest feels pleasantly nice. “You’ve got no reason to cry. I know you’re stressed. Scared. I get it. Fuck, I am too.”

His fingers caress the top of your head as gently as he can get. 

“We’re about to be parents. That’s a huge fuckin’ deal.” he lets out a soft chuckle, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. “I know you’re scared but I’ve got you. Always had and always will. Nothing’s gonna happen while I’m here, I promise. I’m taking care of you and our baby. Protecting you both.”

A string of snot hangs from your nose, tears burning your eyes and blurring your vision. All you can hear is Bakugo and his voice filling your ears with his pathetic attempt to console you. 

“Everything is gonna be fine, I promise you that. You’re gonna learn to be happy with this, with us.” 

A pinch of hate stirs when his hand reaches for your swollen stomach, his palm wide enough to cover the majority of it. 

“Our little family.”

[miksy63]

This was so good!!

[oh-good]

this is a Christmas post for you to like and unlike over and over to see the little snowy animation they have rn

[theobservatory]

｡⁠☆Loser Boyfriend｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ 

☆Cw: one use of "her", Mina calls you girl once, embarrassment, fluff, humor, rookie!prohero!deku

"Izuku, dude, no offense, but how did you land that?"

Izuku turns to Denki, looking just as lost as he does. There's a little flush on his cheeks and a wide eyed expression on his face. The boy looks like a confused baby dear, which truly only adds to Denki's confusion.

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"Teach me your ways." Denki says, comically whipping out a notepad from his pants pocket. "Did you grovel? Cry? Feed her a love potion but disguise it as juice so that she would drink it, but have no clue what it was?"

"N-No of course not!... And I'm pretty sure that would be illegal anyway..."

Denki shrugs, "Hey I don't know your life. You could be into some weird shit on the down low, you seem the type!"

Izuku responds with an eye roll. If anyone 'seems the type' it's Mineta and Denki himself. They turn back towards you instead of continuing the conversation. You're still in the same position you were in before; fully leaned over the back of the couch, legs closed with one slightly hanging in the air, while the rest of you is inside Mina's personal space giggling at something she's showing you on her phone.

You're in some cute little outfit that Izuku helped you pick out, a rare case, since Izuku still wears almost exclusively punny t-shirts and sweats. The only reason he helped is because it's your first time meeting his friends and former classmates, you just wanted to make sure the outfit wasn't too little or too much. This is not to say he was much help.

Izuku feels almost entranced by you, and you're not even looking at him. You haven't glanced his way since Mina took your attention, actually. Izuku could start pouting if he wasn't too busy ogling your backside. He's so busy he misses the picture Denki snaps at the enraptured look on his face.

"C'mon man, let's go raid the snacks before Kaachan forces us to leave the kitchen."

Denki's arm around Izuku's shoulder shakes him out of his stupor and he nods in agreement, not really having heard what he said at all. He allows Denki to lead him to the kitchen with only minimal glancing behind his back, just to get a little more time to soak in your image.

But he doesn't expect your eyes to catch. He has no time to prepare for the heat in his pink cheeks to spread to his ears, no time to prepare for your smile to make his heart thump in his chest. It makes him lightly stumble in his steps and turn to face forward again, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

"Oh, Izu! Can you come back for just a sec?"

Izuku breaks out of Denki's hold with not a single lick of hesitation, embarrassment be damned. His world shortens and zooms in when you talk, the feeling of embarrassment, as well as Denki's voice, becomes muffled in the face of it. None of that matters if you're the one who needs him.

"Look at this picture Mina has of you!"

It's the picture All Might took of him before he bulked up. The one where he's dirty and sweating and crying after trying to haul a fridge across a beach. Izuku thinks he might die. Where did she even get that picture?

His face must say a lot, because both you and Mina burst out laughing. You're trying to reassure him, but you're laughing so hard you're struggling to gain a breath to string words together. If the floor swallowed Izuku whole right now, he would be grateful. It was a terrible idea to bring you to meet his classmates, especially a gossip like Mina.

"Oh, baby no, don't look like that!" You gasp, placing a hand on his shoulder. It's not nearly as comforting as you're trying to make it be.

"Izuku you look like a total loser, good thing you gained some muscle there, pipsqueak!" Mina chortles.

"Oh stop it! He doesn't look like a... Loser... I think it's cute!"

"Keep telling yourself that!"

Izuku has never considered the merits of getting hit by a bus before, now is a better time than ever to start.

Your arms wrap around him, and he instinctually hugs you back. You press your still smiling face into his chest, and turn towards Mina, still a little breathless.

"It's okay Izuku, I'll protect you from Mina's mean words." You giggle.

Mina is quick to start booing you, but Izuku doesn't miss the picture of him being sent to an unsaved number in her phone. Oh she's going to get it next time they spare together, and he will make absolutely sure it is soon. She doesn't get to run away from the enemy she has created today.

"Whose side are you even on, girl?" Mina huffs playfully, turning back to her phone and sitting back down on the couch.

The party goes smoothly after that, mostly because Izuku doesn't leave your side for the rest of the night. He refuses to let any of his other classmates show you blackmail. Even when you go to the bathroom he stands right outside the door, waiting for you to come back. At one point during the night Katsuki told him he looks like a stray puppy, and before he could deny it, you responded, "it's cute, part of his charm". He elected to ignore the way it made his chest puff out.

He likes to believe you think of him less as a puppy and more of a guard dog. He will not be confirming or denying this with you.

Before long, the party is over. Despite the little mishap with Mina earlier, he's satisfied. You were both fed well, and you very clearly had a good time with his friends, so he considers the night a success. He knew that you'd been nervous about the whole thing, his reassurances hadn't done much to sway you, but you had a great time. Just like he said you would.

As he's pulling the car out of the driveway, you turn to him, a mischievous smile spread across your face. Izuku hopes you don't notice how heavily he swallows when you look at him, your expression is making him nervous.

"Mina sent me that picture of you."

The car lurches as he slams on the brakes. "She gave you her phone number?! Noo she's gonna show you how much of a loser I am!" He whines, putting his head into the steering wheel.

"Izu, my love, you are a bonafide prohero who's about to hit the top 30 barely two years out of highschool, you are not a loser."

Izuku turns to you with a wobbly smile, forehead still lying on the steering wheel. "U-Uhm no, I totally am. Hero work aside."

You giggle, his heart stutters again.

"Well you're my loser then."

"Yours?" Izuku flushes.

"Mine."

And well, being a loser isn't so bad if it means he gets to be yours. Your boyfriend. Your guard dog. Your puppy. Your loser. Your anything. He can be anything, as long as he's yours.

Love men who are losers and very smitten for their sweethearts, what can I say

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[bakugotrashpanda]

A Cry for Help Bakugou x F!Reader Word Count: 2k !!: angst, past cheating

You're frustrated, and the past comes back to bite Bakugou in the ass.

Folding the last of the laundry, you set a pile of clothes into a basket on the kitchen table and lean back to stretch your back. Shrieks of laughter pour out of the adjoined living room where your three kids climb over the furniture and into a makeshift fort made from the couch cushions and blankets. Toys lie hidden among the mess – perfect ankle breakers.

Another thing for you to clean up.

You run through a mental checklist. Food is almost done, grocery list is made, living room needs to be cleaned again, laundry is finally folded and needs to be put away, birthday party presents are in-

The front door opens with a bang followed by the thump of your fiancé’s boots hitting the floor.

“You’re home!” You wrap your arms around Bakugou and inhale deeply. The scent of the clean outdoors – well as clean as city air can get – and subtle smoke from quirk usage fill your lungs. It’s all comfort for you.

You almost completed everything you needed to do today with minimal setbacks, but now that Bakugou is home, you can divide and conquer. Fresh energy courses through your veins as you mentally rearrange tasks. With his help, maybe there could be a movie night for the two of you this evening.

“Could you make sure the kids don’t destroy anything while I get dinner out of the oven and set the table?” you ask and move the laundry off the table and into the hallway. It’s still in the way sure, but then everyone can grab their basket and bring it to their rooms to deal with in their own way. Your daughter would promptly put it away while your oldest son would bring it up and wear what’s in there again throughout the week. Your youngest son on the other hand… maybe you should stop folding his laundry since he dumps everything into a drawer and calls it a day… It would take a load off your plate for sure.

“They’ve destroyed the living room.” Bakugou’s words pull you from the spiral of mentally organizing your day. You set a stack of plates on the table and frown.

Your children remain the same as before, playing and building with what they have around them. “They’re playing with the couch cushions, nothing’s broken yet.”

Bakugou crosses his arms. “Is this what you do all day?”

“What?”

“They do whatever they want and you allow it?”

“Katsuki,” you slowly put plates in their spots; a frog plate for your daughter (her current special interest), a collectable Dynamight kids plate for your oldest son (Katsuki is proud of it), a Deku plate for your youngest (it’s a phase that pisses Katsuki off), and two normal, adult plates for you and Katsuki. “It’s three of them and one of me all day. I’m doing my best.”

“Your best?” he scoffs, “Look around, the house is a mess, food isn’t done – do you sit around and let them run the place while I’m gone?”

“I don’t treat this house like an army,” you snap back. “They’re kids and they’re playing, like kids. And I’m asking for your help now-” A shriek of delight followed by a chorus of No fair! That’s cheating! has your kids stampeding out of the living room.

Bakugou crosses his arms and intercepts them. “Dinner will be ready soon, all three of you head upstairs, clean up your rooms and wash your hands before coming back down.” They sulkily nod but head up, grabbing their clean and folded laundry as they pass.

“Should I even bother cleaning this?” Bakugou shakes his head. “It’ll be destroyed tomorrow.” 

“Katsuki, we’re a team,” you say, desperation creeping into your words. “I can’t do this on my own.”

“I got up at five AM,” he scowls. “Worked my ass off making sure this town is safe. And got home at six PM. Why does the first thing out of your mouth have to be nagging about the goddamn kids.”

“Shh,” you hiss, “What is your problem?” you hurry into the living room and start picking up the cushions. Bakugou grabs a blanket and methodically folds it before putting it away. 

“My problem is you agreed to stay home and be the parent and now you can’t even do that.”

You straighten, anger forcing you to stand tall. Can’t even be the parent? That’s rich coming from him. He was the one who insisted on more kids and then did nothing to help while you had three kids under five years old. “One of us had to,” you say through clenched teeth and tossed a handful of toys into a bin with more force than necessary. “And you make more than I did.”

“We could’ve hired a nanny or something.”

“And have a stranger raise our kids? You’d never let that happen. You probably want someone around who you can fuck.” It slips out before you can stop it. The huge asterisks in your ten-year relationship. Probably the reason you’ve only made it to ‘fiancée’ and not ‘wife’. One slip up on his part and a fear of trapping you in a marriage. At least as a fiancée you can leave whenever you want and not have to go to court to legally end it.

Anger rolls around his face as he tries to settle a stony mask on it all. Muscles clench, veins pop, and his lovely skin that has aged gracefully turns a mottled red.

“I won’t do that to you.”

“Not again,” you add. You can’t help yourself. The barb is too close to your roiling emotions. “Because you’ve already done it once.”

“Fucking hell!” he shouts, all thought of keeping quiet because of the kids gone out the window, “It was a mistake and I made up for it!”

“You didn’t do shit!”

“I left that agency in Kirishima’s hands and went to work for someone else.”

“To save your own skin!” you counter, “How would people react if their precious hero was fucking his employees while his pregnant fiancée was at home raising their infant son?”

“One! It was one person! And it was an accident!”

“That doesn’t make it any better! What about us? You stood me up at couples counseling, didn’t make any effort to-”

“I took you out to dinners and made sure you knew how much I love you!”

“That was a publicity stunt and you know it,” you snap. “None of that was for me, that was all for you.”

“What could I do to prove to you-”

“Help around here!” you interrupt, “I can’t keep up with cleaning and cooking and raising our kids and doing the shopping and paying the bills and maintaining the house and everything else that I do and be a loving, doting wife when you come home. I am a glorified personal assistant, maid, chef, nanny, and teacher all rolled into one person, where am I going to find the time to put effort into making myself look good for you? Where in the day am I supposed to wedge ‘be a sexy wife to make sure my husband doesn’t leave me’?”

He’s quiet for a minute, his back turned sometime during your short outburst. “I’m not leaving you,” he says quietly. 

“And somehow, I don’t believe that,” you say, matching his voice. You both stand in the now spotless living room. Unspoken words hang like daggers. You can’t go on like this. In an age-old routine, you tamp down your pain and frustration. Someone needs to be the bigger person. “You’re angry. I’m angry. We’re saying things to hurt each other. Go cool off. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Bakugou walks off without another word, each step driving a wedge in your carefully constructed facade. 

A shower was what he needed. Hot water sluicing down his face and body to wash away the ache of the day. Your words still ring in his head. 

I don’t believe that. 

You don’t believe him. 

He thought he’d made it up to you; showered you with affection, romanced you like he did when you were first starting to date, brought gifts from your favorite stores you couldn’t visit because of bed rest. Apparently, that meant nothing.

But… you were right… as much as it pains him.

He did do it for himself. Sure, in the moment he was probably thinking of you and that he needed to do damage control in his relationship, but you were right… it was all for him and his image.

Toweling off, he dresses quickly and is greeted by pure silence.

On his plate at the head of the table, he sees a note written on a scrap piece of paper in your handwriting.

We’re at your mother’s. Take time to do what you want. I don’t need to know. 

Given up.

Defeated.

Do what you want. I don’t need to know. 

He’d seen this once before when Kaminari’s flirtatious ways landed him in hot water with his girlfriend and she’d issued him a ‘hall pass’ and an ultimatum. 

He should be offended that you used those words against him given their history, but all he can focus on is the fact that you left. That he drove you to leave. 

Bakugou scrolls through his phone contacts until he finds the last person in the world he wants to talk to. He connects instantly. She was probably waiting for this.

“Is she-” he starts but is immediately cut off by his mother.

“Don’t bother, kid.” Blame flows from her to him. You even poisoned his mother against him, and now she won’t listen. “You’re a hero. When someone needs help, it’s your job to help them. If you can’t do that at home, how can you do that for the public?”

His jaw clenches. Fuck. Of course she’s right too. “She can’t take the kids.”

“Hah!” Her nails on a chalkboard laugh grates his nerves. “What’re you going to do? Put them in daycare where anyone can have access to the great Dynamight’s kids? Have me watch them? I’m already doing that.” She’s right, she knows it, and she knows he knows it.

“Let me talk to-”

“She doesn’t want to talk to you. Give her time, kid. Come up with a plan,” she hesitates before adding in a sympathetic tone, “At least this way you know where they are.” With a click she’s all alone again.

He’s losing everything.

And… it’s all his fault. Everything is his fault. He should’ve seen this coming.

Do what you want. What he wants is you back.

On autopilot he makes his way to his office – a room he insisted be only his; a cave no one else entered. Sitting behind the desk, he pulls out paper and stares at it.

Do what you want. What he needs is change. Actions speak louder than words or whatever. But he can change. He’ll show you change.

Desperation claws at his brain while he calmly writes on a fresh sheet of paper with the nicest handwriting he can muster.

I promise to support you when you need it. I promise to be the father our kids need. I will listen. I will protect your heart and cherish your love. I love you.

Five things he can commit to. Five people in his family.

Pulling out his wallet, he slips a thin gold band from between bills. It’s simple but elegant, and Bakugou wants nothing more than to slide it on your finger. Instead, he slides it into the folds of the card and seals it in an envelope.

Five years since he’s chosen your wedding band – a constant reminder and comforting presence in his wallet of what he wants but what he was always scared of ruining; what he did almost ruin. Now he has to make the leap of faith and hope that you’ll be there on the other side.

You’re driving him crazy, so all he can do is drive to his mother’s and leave the card with his promises and unasked question on the porch. And ring the doorbell and run and hide.

It’s you who answers the door. You who sees the envelope. You who picks it up and takes it inside.

All he can do now is wait and hope you accept.

A/N: hmmmm downside of starting to write months ago and then picking it back up later is that idk if it makes total sense or if it's any good, but it is what it is. of course at the last second I couldn’t leave it too angsty. I leave it up to your imagination if you accept his vows and him as a husband or leave him without looking back.

[miksy63]

Idek if I want him to be forgiven lol

[chaeuvy]

tight ⸝⸝ ＃ katsuki bakugo 𝜗ৎ

⋆.𐙚 ̊ bakugo taking the virginity of his tight, cute, little girlfriend 𐦯

⊹ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ virgin!reader · size kink · cocky!katsuki · fingering · reader freaks out · overstimulation · slow penetration · comfort · praise · filthy talk · “it won’t fit” · aftercare

˓× ˒ 1.4k words.

･῾ ᵎ rq ⋆„bakugo taking innocent!reader’s virginity … it’s a struggle cuz he’s so huge & she’s tight? “

You’d touched him before. You’d kissed him, shy and breathless. You’d sucked on his fingers while he told you how good you looked doing it, guiding your jaw as you gagged and drooled. You’d even gone down on him once—messy and overwhelmed, your nose buried in the base of his cock while your tears stained his skin. He’d praised you for every second of it, filthy and tender all at once.

But this?

This was different.

You were naked under him—bare, trembling, every inch of your skin sensitive under his calloused hands —and Katsuki had that look in his eyes. Hungry. Focused. Like he was going to ruin you slowly. Like he wanted to see you cry again, but this time from the stretch.

Your thighs quivered when he settled between them, thick and flushed and already hard against your belly. His mouth tilted in a smirk when he saw your face.

“You’re fuckin’ soaked already,” he murmured, thumbing between your legs like he owned the place. “What, you like gettin’ worked up before I even put a finger in?”

Your breath caught. “Katsuki— I don’t know if I can—”

“You can.” His voice dropped as he leaned in. “You want me, don’t you?”

You nodded fast, face burning.

He kissed your jaw, then lower, warm lips brushing your throat. “You want my fingers?”

“…Y‑Yeah.”

“You want my cock?”

The words made your breath stop. You whimpered, just barely, “Yes… please,” and his groan vibrated against your skin.

“Then be a good girl,” he said, “and relax.”

His fingers started slow—one at first, teasing and shallow—then two after a few minutes, curling deep inside you. And even that felt like too much. You gasped, back arching, grabbing at his wrist.

“Katsuki—!” you squeaked, thighs snapping closed instinctively.

He froze. “You okay?”

“I‑It’s a lot,” you whispered. “I can feel everything…”

His eyes darkened. “That’s the point, baby.” But his voice softened. “You’re just not used to bein’ full yet. Breathe for me.”

You nodded, shaky, chest rising and falling fast. He waited—fingers still, watching your face—until your grip on him loosened. Then he curled them inside you just a little.

You jerked, gasping.

“There it is,” he murmured, brushing his lips to your ear. “That spot right there? That’s mine now.”

You didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Your body clenched around him too hard to form words.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he muttered, voice strained. “If you’re squeezin’ my fingers like this, how the hell are you gonna take my cock?”

You shivered. “I don’t know,” you said, whispering into his ear.

He stopped. “You wanna stop?”

“No.” Your breath trembled. “No… I just—I’m scared.”

“I know, baby.” He kissed your temple, then your cheek. “You’re doin’ so good. Just let me take care of it.”

When he finally lined himself up between your legs—thick, heavy, leaking against your inner thigh—your whole body stiffened.

“Katsuki,” you said, panic rising again. “You’re not—there’s no way you’ll fit—”

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he guided the head against your entrance. “You said that about my fingers too.”

“That’s—Katsuki, this is bigger—”

“I know it’s bigger,” he grunted, sliding in just the tip, and your entire body jolted. “Shit. You’re fuckin’ tight.”

You whimpered, thighs trembling, instinctively trying to close around him—but he was already between them, one hand gripping your thigh, the other cradling your cheek.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Breathe. You’re okay.”

Your nails dug into his arms. “It hurts…”

“I know,” he murmured. “I know. You’re a virgin, baby. That’s what happens.”

You stared up at him, watery-eyed. “Are you… are you gonna go all the way in?”

He kissed your cheek again. “Eventually. Not if you don’t let me, though.”

And he stayed like that—just the tip inside you—holding you, kissing you, letting you breathe through it. His words were low and rough against your skin.

“You’re takin’ me so well.”

“You’re bein’ brave, baby.”

“You’re mine. Let me in.”

Eventually, you nodded, And he pushed deeper.

You gasped, whole body locking up again. The stretch was brutal. It felt like you were going to split.

“Katsuki—!”

“Shhh, I got you. You’re okay. Just a little more…”

You felt every inch of him—every vein, every twitch, every pulse—as he sank in slow, letting you take it. Your walls throbbed around him, clamping down so tight it hurt.

“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so hard,” he growled. “Shit—baby, you’re gonna kill me.”

You whimpered, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.

“Shhh, I know,” he murmured, kissing them away. “You’re takin’ me. Just like that. Good girl.”

He didn’t move at first. Just stayed buried in you, deep and thick and twitching against your walls, his mouth warm on your skin. You felt stretched beyond what seemed possible. Too full. Overwhelmed.

“Katsuki,” you whispered. “I don’t know if I can—”

“You can,” he said, voice low and firm. “You already are.”

“It’s so much,” you gasped. “You’re too big—I can’t—”

“You can,” he repeated. “You’re takin’ all of me, baby. This pussy’s made to stretch around my cock.”

Your thighs twitched. Your chest heaved.

“it still hurts—”

“I know.” His hand stroked your hair. “That’s ‘cause no one’s ever been here before. Gotta teach your body how to take me.”

You nodded, shakily. He kissed your cheek again. Then—slowly—his hips rolled. You cried out, arms clinging to him, the sensation tearing through your core.

He froze. “Too much?”

“I‑I don’t know. Just… slow. Please.”

“I am goin’ slow,” he muttered, biting back a groan. “You think I’m not fuckin’ dying right now?”, You blinked up at him, glassy-eyed.

His voice gentled. “Okay. I’ll go even slower. You just hold on.”

And he started moving. Tiny thrusts. Barely pulling out. Just grinding inside you, dragging his cock against your sore walls with steady control. You could feel everything. Every inch of him. Every drag, every push.

You whimpered, thighs twitching again. “It’s too much—Katsuki, I feel like I’m gonna split—”

“You’re not.” He pressed his forehead to yours, panting. “You’re takin’ it. Look at you. So full. Fuckin’ perfect.”

You couldn’t answer. Couldn’t breathe. But your legs stopped shaking. Your fingers relaxed. And the pain… started to shift.

He felt it too. „There she is,” he murmured, voice dark and rough. “Startin’ to open up for me.”

His next thrust went a little deeper. A pulse of heat bloomed under the ache. Your body jolted.

“That feel better?” he asked, teeth grazing your jaw.

You nodded, breath shaky. “Y‑Yeah… it’s still a lot but—oh—”

He chuckled, low and wicked. “Good fucking girl.”

He pulled back slowly—almost halfway — then pushed back in. Deep. Full. You gasped, fingers clutching his back.

You didn’t even realize you were moaning until he whispered, “Say it. Say it feels good.”

“It feels—ah!—good,” you gasped, shocked by the admission.

“Fuck,” he groaned, starting to move for real. Still slow, still careful—but with purpose now. “Gonna split you open ‘til you love it.”

Your breath came faster. His thumb found your clit, circling it while he filled you with every deep, stretching thrust. Your back arched, mouth falling open.

“Goddamn, baby,” he panted. “You’re takin’ it so fuckin’ good. Gonna make me lose it—”

You could barely hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat, the slick pulse of skin on skin, the rising heat in your belly.

“Look at me,” he growled, forehead pressed to yours.

You did—eyes wet, mouth trembling—and he smirked.

“Yeah. You’re mine now.”

His next thrust punched a whimper out of you. “This little pussy’s learnin’ what it’s made for.”

You cried out, walls fluttering, pleasure finally overtaking the pain.

“Startin’ to fuck me back,” he rasped. “You feel that, baby? That’s your body beggin’ me to stay inside.”

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Could only feel him, stretching you open, claiming you with every slow, wrecking thrust.

Your orgasm hit you harder than you thought it would—fast and deep and overwhelming. You clenched down around him, gasping his name.

Katsuki cursed, hips stuttering.

“Fuck, baby… if you squeeze me like that—shit—”

He buried himself to the hilt, groaning your name as he came—deep inside you, full and hot, hips jerking with the force of it. He clung to you, arms trembling.

Afterward, he stayed close. Didn’t pull out right away. Just held you. Pressed kisses to your skin.

When he finally cleaned you up—soft shirt, warm water, hands gentle—he curled up beside you and pulled you into his lap.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, thumb brushing your thigh.

You nodded, sleepy. “I think I was just scared…”

He looked down at you, hand cupping your cheek.

“You never gotta be scared with me,” he said. “Next time’ll be easier.”

You blinked. “Next time?” He smirked. “You think I’m only fuckin’ you once?”

You hid your face in his chest, embarrassed.

“Shut up, Katsuki…”

He just laughed, arms tightening around you.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

© 2025 chaeuvy ; ━ do not copy or translate my work .ᐟ

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[crushmeeren]

𖤐 ━ ˗ˏˋ blindfolded pussy eating | guess who? |

⋆ ft. katsuki, shouto, eijirou, denki ⋆

cw ꒱ ⇢ this is such crack. so filthy and so much pussy eating omfg. a little spanking. some praise. pro! hero universe. fwb (endgame dating) shouto. the pacing is a bite fast but oh well, it’s fun.

𖤐 ━ ˗ˏˋ the lovely @j3llyc4kes with a huge brain has graciously allowed me to use her idea and write my own spin off. you can find her jjk version here — the entire reason i’m writing this.

master list

Shouto takes everything so literal. Often, it simply ends with you having to explain certain figures of speech that’ve gone over his pretty head.

“No Shouto, my ears aren’t bleeding — this song just sucks.”

“There were never any cats in any bags, it means that I accidentally told a secret.”

“Sho, baby, I don’t really want to eat a horse. I’m starving.”

Drinking and Shouto don’t mix well. At the bar one evening, plastered with your girls and Shouto, they start listing the heroes at the top of their “bet they eat pussy like a champ” list. One too many rum and cokes makes you spill the beans.

“So, who’s on your list? Besides Sho, obviously.” One of your friends giggles.

You laugh and glance at Shouto with a cheeky smile. “Well, Sho is on top.” You wink at him before locking eyes with the other girl. “But I’d die happy if Dynamight, Red Riot, and Chargebolt passed me around.”

“Like, fucked you?”

You wave your hands. “Nah, not fuck me. Nobody can beat Shouto there. Eat me out for sure though. Maybe once I get a taste then I can finally settle down and Sho will be my boyfriend for real,” you tease.

Shouto’s hand tightens on your thigh, nails biting through your pants. He doesn’t say a word, and you have no idea how hot under the collar you’re making him. Shouto pictures each of his friends between your thighs, their tongues on your pussy. All his blood rushes south.

Your other friend snickers at Shouto’s pink cheeks. “Jealous, pretty boy?”

“Yeah, Sho.” You grin, elbow on the sticky bar table, cheek propped on your hand, and face him. “Jealous?”

He clears his throat, trying, and failing, to subtly adjust himself in his jeans. “No. I’m fine.”

The attention shifts to other topics and you forget all about this conversation.

Shouto doesn’t.

You’d met his friends before. They were cool and polite and surprisingly a lot of fun.

It shocked the hell out of you to show up at Shouto’s house on Saturday night, planning to ride him into his mattress, to find said man waiting in the doorway with a blindfold.

“New kink?” You ask, more than willing to go along with it. He smiles and shakes his head no, leading you to his room. Bakugou, Kirishima, and Kaminari are lounging there, grinning. Kaminari waves at you, but the three remain silent.

You give Kaminari an awkward wave, looking to Shouto for an explanation.

Shouto takes your hand. “Do you remember what you said at the bar last weekend?” He guides you towards his bed, gesturing for you to sit.

Your head tilts as you take a seat. “No?”

“You said you wanted my friends to pass you around. To eat you out.”

Your entire body flushes white hot. A nervous laugh bursts free. “Uh, I don’t remember that. If I did, I didn’t mean it!”

Bakugou pipes up. “C’mon pretty thing, no need to be embarrassed. Don’t you want us to taste your sweet pussy?” He saunters closer, arms crossed over his chest.

“Shouto’s kind enough to share, plus I really really want to,” Kaminari reassures, stepping beside Bakugou.

Kirishima rocks back and forth from heels to toes, eager like a puppy. “We’ll be gentle, promise!”

You glance between the two blondes, at Kirishima, who smiles and nods, then back to Shouto. Your throat goes dry. “You’re okay with this?”

Shouto nods. “Yes.”

“What’s the blindfold for?” You eye the black cloth in his hand.

“Bakugou came up with that. He mentioned it might be fun to see if you can guess who’s eating you out before you cum. I agree.” Shouto reaches out, thumb running over your cheekbone. “Do you?” He speaks so nonchalant, like he’s talking of the weather. The intense look in his eyes gives you goosebumps.

You agree and it begins. Clothes stripped and thrown in piles. Shouto ties the blindfold on, guiding you down onto his bed. Fingers trail up your calf and your leg jerks, clit twitching. You’re pretty sure everyone else is still clothed.

“Sho,” you say, already breathless. You fist his sheets and let your thighs fall open wide. “Are you gonna go too?”

His voice comes from the left. “Yes. For it to be fair, though, you’re not allowed to touch any of us. We won’t speak to you until after you guess. Do you understand, baby?”

The mattress shifts, warm breath tickles your inner thigh. “Yeah, I under — “, A soft tongue flicks your clit. “Oh!” You cry, hand halfway to gripping the hair of whoever’s between your legs. You freeze, curling your fingers, dropping it to the sheets.

Plush lips suck softly on your clit and you whine, a calloused thumb rubbing the lips of your pussy. He starts licking again and eases one finger inside, thrusting. You’re fucked for a moment, before he adds another, and you clench tight.

His fingers are thick, and it’s so good.

Fuck, you’re supposed to be guessing. It’s hard to focus on anything other than the pleasurable thrill. By fingers alone it’s either Bakugou or Kirishima. Shouto has slim fingers, Kaminari does as well.

“I - god, it’s Bakugou? Or Kiri?” Your eyes squeeze shut as his fingers curl into your g-spot, his low moan tickling your clit. A large hand clutches your thigh, finger tips going hard as rock.

Your back arches. “K-kiri! It’s Kiri!”

He pulls away, patting your hip. You hold in a whiny protest. “Good job sweetheart! You’re so smart.”

Someone scoffs. Bakugou for sure. “Only cuz you used your fuckin’ quirk to give her a hint.”

“Hey! She needed some help, there’s nothing wrong with that!”

The bed shifts and dips, someone new taking his place. The anticipation makes you shiver. His soft hand runs over your hip, up your ribcage, dancing their fingers down to your pelvis. A thumb presses against your clit and you gasp, slow circles being traced. You’re swollen and puffy now, so slippery he almost has no traction.

“Jesus fuck!” You shout. The new boy’s tongue is inside you, licking, curling. Thumb flying up and down on your clit. He whines a little when your hips buck, riding his tongue. The muscles in your lower belly tense. “Fuck, oh my god, m’getting close!”

His tongue slides free and you curse, reaching for him. He stays out of range, keeping his thumb on your clit. Your jaw clenches and you force yourself to think, pushing down the building irritation.

“Kaminari, if you don’t put your tongue back I’m going to kill you.”

Kaminari laughs with delight, disappearing altogether. “Sorry babe!” He hums. “As good as you taste, I think Sho will be upset if I make you cum before everyone has a turn. You’re supposed to be guessing, remember?”

Your nipples are hard. Your pussy is throbbing. You huff. “Fine. Who’s next?” There’s some shuffling, and then someone’s buff arms are locked around your thighs, yanking you to the edge of the bed as you squeak.

This boy gives you no rest. Two fingers stretch your pussy in a split second, sucking hard on your clit. It forces you up to your elbows, moaning so loud it hurts your throat. Your palms ache from the sting of digging your nails in, a terrible effort to keep your hands off him. You squirm and a strong hand pins you at the hip.

God. It has to be Bakugou. He’s relentless, pulling you to the edge in less than a minute. It means Shouto’s going last. And, honestly, Bakugou is amazing at eating pussy, but you want Shouto to make you cum.

You tighten your thighs around his head and sit up straight, fisting a handful of blonde hair. Even though it’s against the rules. “Bakugou!” You gasp.

He grins, giving your clit one harsh suck before letting go with a wet pop. “So you still have a brain. Smart girl.”

“Yeah,” you pant, melting into the sheets. “Wasn’t hard to tell it was you.”

The last boy, Shouto, fits snug between your thighs. It’s obvious to everyone who it is, but nobody ruins the game. He coaxes you up the bed, near the pillows, rolling you onto your belly.

You lift your ass in the air, face shoved in the sheets. Heat burrows low in your belly, spine tingling with excitement.

Shouto smacks your ass with a palm that’s too hot, cupping handfuls and spreading you apart. His tongue slides inside your pussy, so wet it’s gotten on your thighs. His tongue warms, hands guiding your wiggling hips as you fuck yourself.

“Oh — I can’t!” Your voice breaks on a moan. “Sho, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” Your thighs flex, belly taut. Your heart pounds as the pleasure swells.

Shouto hums and places an ice cold thumb on your clit, circling twice and it’s over.

“Shouto!” You wail, hips jerking as his tongue curls. He pinches your clit and you cry out again. Shouto replaces his tongue with ice cold fingers and fucks you straight into another orgasm, pulling them free as you squirt all over.

“So pretty,” Shouto breathes, tongue dragging from your clit to your pussy a few times before you push his forehead with whine.

It’s quiet for a moment, heart hammering in your ears as you catch your breath. You slump to your stomach.

Bakugou snorts and the tension breaks. “Fuck, why’d you even invite us over here, Todoroki?”

“Yeah dude! I mean, that was like super hot, I will be using this as material to jerk off — but it’s obvious she’d know it was you no matter what!”

“She wanted it.”

Kirishima laughs. “Bro, it’s clear she wants you most.”

You tune them out, limbs heavy and head fuzzy. One of the guys smacks your ass and you groan.

An hour later, in the shower, Shouto asks to be your boyfriend.

There’s no way you could let someone so good at eating pussy go.

[dynapuff]

Old man Bakugou who is the “I ain’t got time to be shy and shit anymore. Either you wanna bounce on this dick or get lost” typa man makes my [REDACTED] rumble like an engine.

[dynapuff]

Like all the confidence and chill energy he’s racked up over the years, hes like “You wanna get dinner.” IMMEDIATELY when he’s interested.

Doesn’t fumble over trying to give compliments. Just “Damn, the dress is nice.” Blunt. A solid Bakugou compliment that makes you feel like a bad bitch.

He’s just more open about what he wants, so when he wants you is a very different experience from young 20’s Katsu imo.

[dynapuff]

“Oi, you wanna get dinner with me tomorrow night?”

You blink, like a fish out of water, holding his usual case of beer he purchases at the konbini where you work. He raises an eyebrow and smacks his lips, “You look like a guppy. Close your mouth and answer the question, sweetheart.”

A twofer, you feel your breath leave you as he finishes the last syllable of the very seductive nickname.

Quickly, you clear your throat, shakes yourself out of a stupor and place his pack into a bag, avoiding his gaze. There is no way in hell a seasoned pro hero is interested in a convenience store employee like yourself.

“What a mean joke,” you chuckle.

Something moves out of the corner of your eye, and as fast as you can blink his fingers are gently pulling your face up to look at him. He’s leaned in closer, balancing on his arm he has toted up on the counter, so he’s just a few centimeters from your lips. He smells like sweat, and mint, and balsam. And his eyes hold yours like a spell.

“I don’t joke about this. So whatdya say?”

You’re in for a night you will never forget when you nod lightly, “Yeah, ok.”

[miksy63]

He really would act like this though

[yenayaps]

EX-BF SUKUNA | im looking through my docs rn. imagine if I finished this one wip LOL

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighs and repeats himself. “This. We’re wasting our time here… I know you feel it too.”

Sukuna broke your heart that day. 

He was never a gentle one. Never once did he ever sugarcoat his words. Never once was he afraid to say what was on his mind. He kept it up until the very end of your relationship, when he realized he’d rather be single than be with you. 

You handled it as well as you could, which was begging for an explanation, tears swiftly streaming down your cheeks.  You loved him. Not once did his hardened expression drop. He saw the world begin to crumble in your eyes and let it happen.

He didn’t try to console you, it was better that way. That was the worst to come for you, there wouldn’t be a moment in the future where you’d have hope of getting back together, which he thought would hurt you even more. It would’ve been unfair for you, giving you false hope just so you’d stop crying. 

“Do you want your stuff back?” he asked after a long pause.

“Just throw it away.”

With how cold he was while breaking up with you, anyone would’ve thought that was the first thing he had done the moment he got home. Yet here he was, 3 months later, unable to bring himself to look at your belongings that you left in his apartment, let alone throw them away. 

His friends and hook ups have noticed the items that didn't look like they belong to him, but said nothing, even though Sukuna knows they want to. He sees the way their eyes linger a little too long.

[justabratsworld]

It had been months since your breakup with Izuku Midoriya. Eight months to be exact. The relationship was good at first. He was the perfect gentleman, always opening doors for you, listening to you when you told him about work or the dreams you had. Izuku always made an effort to show you how much he loved and appreciated you but as the relationship grew and the more time you spent with him, something changed. It started once he introduced you to his childhood friend Katuski Bakugo. The tall blond would stare at you like you were an offering, always watching your every move. Then Katsuki brought his best friend, Eijro Kirishima, to meet you. Eijiro was nice and patient. He could see the uneasiness rolling off you and made sure to give you space to warm up to him and soon enough you did. That was your second mistake, the first mistake was being with Izuku in the first place. After you got used to Katsuki and Eijiro being around yours and Izuku’s place, Izuku brought Shoto Todoroki for dinner. You heard about him through Izuku and Katsuki, Izuku said that Shoto had been wanting to meet you since you’ve been dating Izuku for the past twelve months and he wanted to see who was making Izuku happy.

Eventually, you were never truly alone. One of the boys were always with you no matter what. It seemed that whenever you were home from work, one of them just so happen to have a day off from hero work and would come over without any heads up. Sure, you talked to Izuku how it bothered you, how you wished you could just relax at home without worrying about one of his friends just walking in unannounced. Of course, Izuku being the kind and caring boyfriend he was, he reassured you that he would talk to his friends.

Things between you and Izuku began to shift when he had his friends over for dinner. You came home late from work and were honestly excited about the dinner Izuku told you about. Earlier in the day he sent you a text saying he was making your favorite for dinner so you guys could have a special evening together, so when you walked in your shared home and walked into the dining room ready to spend the evening with your boyfriend you were shocked to see three other people at the table. All four boys were looking up at you, waiting for you to take a seat. All the plates were full of freshly made move, the cups were filled with what looked like expensive wine. You looked at Izuku with annoyance, your voice tense as you muttered, “I thought you said we were going to have a special evening together..” Izuku tilted his head in confusion, “Well yeah, I said I was making dinner for us. I didn’t specify that it would be just you and me. Besides, Kacchan wanted to talk to you about what you talked to me about the other day.” As soon as he said that, you could feel your stomach drop. Of course Katsuki would have a problem with what you said. He was the main one that came over unannounced, he was the main one that made you feel uncomfortable.

That was the night you ended things with Midoriya. After spending the night being talked down to, scoffed at, having your feelings belittled by three pro heroes and watching your so called boyfriend agree with them sealed your decision on ending things. Once the three guys left the apartment, you walked into your shared room and immediately began to pack. Not bothering to look at Midoriya, you simply said, “It’s over Midoriya.” Those three words made him freeze. He didn’t think you would be this upset and instead of trying to get you to stay, he immediately began to text his friends that you were leaving. While he was busy frantically texting, you threw everything you owned into some duffel bags and left. After you made it to your parents house, you blocked and deleted Midoriya and his friends from your contacts and all forms of social media. You made all your accounts private and removed all the pictures you were tagged in.

Eventually after spending a few months at your parents, you finally got a place of your own. It was in a smaller city on the other side of the country. You got hired at a small company and made new friends. The studio apartment you were renting was empty for a while but slowly you were able to furnish it. It felt nice to have your space, but six months into you living on your own things started to feel…off. Things were being moved around, you would come home to your door wide open. The windows that were locked shut would be opened. The ring camera you had set up would randomly stop recording, leaving hours of missing footage.

It was a warm spring day when your life started to take a turn for the worst. The weather had been the usual cold. The kind that nipped at your skin and left goosebumps up and down your arms, so after dealing with the bitter cold for the past few months, the unusual warmth was welcomed. Feeling the sun on your skin and opening the windows in your home to let the stale air out left you feeling giddy. Gone were the winter blues and in was your motivation to get things done throughout your home. You lived in a simple studio apartment that was located near your work. It wasn’t much but it was yours and only yours. No more of your ex boyfriend and his friends that never seemed to leave. This was your space. This was your home. This was supposed to be the beginning of your life far away from the bustling city filled of pro heroes and villains.

On your coffee table was a letter that wasn’t there before you took your shower, which meant someone placed it there less than fifteen minutes ago. Against your better judgement you grabbed the letter with shaky hands. Opening the envelope and pulling the piece of paper, you could feel your heart in your throat and tears stinging your eyes as you read the words. ‘We’re always watching.’

[miksy63]

This had me getting nervous, I loveee

[simplyaboy]

Yandere Izuku and his middle school best friend who’s always been there for him. You were both dorks, weirdos who sat alone at lunch tables until you’d met each other.

You always stood up for him back then, even if it came with a few bruises and scoldings from the teachers.

Oh, he just adored you. Even as the years went on and he got a quirk, slowly drifting away from you as life got busier, his heart held a special spot. Just for you. It didn’t matter how many people came and went, you used to be such a constant in his life.

So when he meets you years later, in the top five hero rankings, looming over you with pure muscle and a bright smile despite the look of exasperation on your face? Of course he just has to catch up with you!! What kind of person would he be if he didn’t reconnect all these years later.

Izuku’s barely changed, and to be fair, you haven’t changed much either. You’re just. . . Distant.

That’s okay, though! Izuku is all smiles and enjoys being near you. So much so that he’ll give you the grace of staying with him, even if you didn’t ask, because what kind of husband would he be if he didn’t take care of you.

Sure, he had to take you back to your newly shared home while you were kicking and screaming, but you’d understand soon. Maybe a baby would make you consider not trying to kill him.

a / n : he was so cutie in the new release i couldn’t help myself..

[miksy63]

Wait I love thisss

[inoccentdreams]

"You Should Stay In My Good Graces"

Pairing: Pro Hero! Deku, X Pro Hero! Fem Reader

Warnings!: Infedelity Mention, jealousy or possesiveness, Mild Nsfw Mentions, public humiliation,Unwanted flirting,Gossip, strong language, AND OH BOY TEA TEA TEA...

Synopsis:Att the annual Hero Gala, tensions rise as Y/N, a renowned pro hero and Izuku Midoriya’s fiancée finds herself at the center of Bakugo’s lingering affections. Once her ex-boyfriend—and the man who cheated on her—Bakugo’s flirtations become bolder, testing Izuku’s patience. But when Bakugo takes the stage and makes a speech that leaves the crowd buzzing with whispers, Y/N decides it’s time to set the record straight.

Being a pro hero meant always being in the spotlight. Every move you made, every decision, every relationship—it was all up for scrutiny. But tonight wasn’t about villains or missions. Tonight was the annual Hero Gala, a time to celebrate victories, raise money, and—unfortunatelly—tolerate the company of people you’d rather forget.

People like Katsuki Bakugo.

You hadn’t spoken to him much since the breakup. There was no reason to. After he was the one who ruined it—cheating on you with Uraraka of all people—there was nothing left to say. You had moved on, you had healed, and now? You were engaged to the Number One Hero himself—Izuku Midoriya.

It was everything you could have wanted. Izuku was kind, strong, reliable. He was good to you in ways Bakugo never was. Where Bakugo let his pride get in the way, Izuku put you first. Where Bakugo was reckless with your heart, Izuku treated it like something precious.

And yet, Bakugo still had to make things difficult.

It started out subtle. Lingering looks. Offhand comments. At first, you ignored it, brushing it off as him being his usual cocky self, but Izuku noticed. He always noticed. The way Bakugo’s gaze would drag over you, the way his lips would quirk up at the corners like he knew something no one else did.

At first, Izuku was patient. He held his tongue, pushed down the irritation, focused on you—until the night of the gala.

You felt stunning. Your outfit was sleek, elegant, hugging all the right places. Izuku stood tall beside you, looking devastatingly handsome in his fitted suit, his tie matching the color of your dress. His fingers laced with yours, grounding you, yours.

The venue was grand, glittering chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the hum of conversation filling the air. Heroes from all over mingled, sipped champagne, posed for photos. Everything was perfect. Until Bakugo showed up.

“Damn, Y/N,” he muttered as he brushed past you at the bar, eyes flickering down your body. “You sure you wanna be engaged to Deku? We both know who you used to scream for.”

Izuku stiffened beside you. His fingers twitched at his side.

You barely got the chance to react before he stepped in front of you, blocking Bakugo’s line of sight.

“Watch it, Kacchan,” Izuku warned, his voice low.

Bakugo smirked, slow and deliberate. “Relax, nerd. Just reminiscin’.” He took a sip of his drink, smug. “Not my fault you’re livin’ in my leftovers.”

You barely had time to grab Izuku’s hand before his fist curled at his side. “Come on, baby,” you murmured, squeezing his fingers. “Let it go. He’s not worth it.”

Izuku clenched his jaw but let you pull him away. For now.

The night dragged on, tension thick in the air. Izuku kept you close, a protective hand on your waist, his lips occasionally brushing your temple. He was trying, but you could tell—Bakugo was getting under his skin.

And he wasn’t stopping.

Every time you passed by, Bakugo’s gaze would linger. If Izuku turned his back, he’d lean in too close, muttering, “Still as soft as I remember.” When you reached for a drink, his fingers would brush yours, intentional, smug.

You tried to ignore it, to focus on Izuku, to enjoy your night. But it was impossible when every time you caught Bakugo’s stare, it was like he was challenging you. Challenging Izuku.

Then, the worst part of the night came.

Bakugo was called on stage for his speech.

You tried to tune it out. You wanted to.

But he made that impossible too.

He adjusted the mic, that arrogant smirk never leaving his face. “First off, thanks for the fancy-ass party,” he said, voice rough yet confident. The audience chuckled. “We’re all here to celebrate another year of saving dumbasses, but let’s be real—some of us had better years than others.”

His red eyes flickered straight to you.

Your stomach twisted.

Izuku’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Gotta say, some people in this room got real lucky,” Bakugo continued, voice smooth. “Some people found success, some people found love—” he chuckled, shaking his head “—and some people settled.”

A few murmurs spread through the room. Your blood ran cold.

Izuku’s fingers tightened around his champagne glass.

“Y/N, you look damn good tonight,” Bakugo continued, voice casual, almost playful. “Deku, you sure you can keep up with all that? ‘Cause I still remember how she used to—”

The microphone cut out.

Because Izuku had yanked the cord that was laying in the front of the stage where all the heroes sat.

The room fell silent.

Izuku set his glass down calmly, placed a hand on your back, and whispered, “Excuse me for a second, sweetheart.” Then he stepped onto the stage.

Bakugo raised a brow. “Oh? Gonna try and shut me up, nerd?”

Izuku took the mic from his hands and looked straight into the crowd. Straight at the cameras.

“Let me make something clear,” he started, his voice even, controlled. “Y/N is my fiancée. And I don’t take that lightly.” He glanced back at Bakugo, something dangerous behind his green eyes. “And I sure as hell don’t need to hear about what happened in the past from the guy who ruined his own shot with her.”

The room erupted. Some gasped, others chuckled. Bakugo stiffened.

Izuku didn’t stop.

“You had her, Kacchan,” he continued. “You lost her. And now, she’s with me. So, if you have anything else to say, make sure it’s something worth listening to.”

He handed the mic back to the stunned announcer and walked straight back to you.

The moment was explosive. The crowd muttered, whispers turning into full-blown gossip.

“Did he just—?”“Wait, did Bakugo cheat on her with Uraraka?”“Oh my god, I heard about that—”“No wonder she left him—”

You heard everything. And you were done.

Because then, the announcer called your name for your speech.

You walked onto the stage, izuku taking your hand and guiding you so you don't fall but every eye was on you. The room was still buzzing from Izuku’s moment, the crowd still muttering about Bakugo’s humiliation, but you weren’t done yet.

Taking a slow breath, you lifted the mic to your lips.

“At first, I planned on talking about the importance of teamwork tonight. About how being a pro hero isn’t just about strength—it’s about strategy, about trust, about knowing that someone has your back even in the worst situations.” You scanned the crowd, stopping briefly on Izuku, who stood near the front, his green eyes warm and unwavering.

You continued.

“We all chose this path because we wanted to make a difference. We wanted to be the ones standing between the innocent and the people who’d do them harm. And none of us could do that alone.”

There were nods from the audience. Some murmurs of agreement. You saw a few heroes straighten up, listening more intently.

“I’m grateful to be here tonight,” you said, voice steady. “I’m grateful to fight alongside some of the best heroes in the world. To be part of a generation that’s working toward a safer future. And most of all, I’m grateful for the people who have stood beside me, who have lifted me up when things got hard.”

Your fingers curled tighter around the mic.

“Because this job? It’s not easy.” Your voice was firm, unwavering. “There are days when we doubt ourselves. Days when the weight of what we do feels too heavy. When the only thing keeping us going is the people we surround ourselves with.”

You let your gaze drift—right back to Bakugo.

Some in the crowd noticed. The murmuring started again. You saw Bakugo’s shoulders tense, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

You smiled.

“But let me tell you something,” you said smoothly, tilting your head slightly. “The people you surround yourself with? They matter.”

Silence.

You stepped forward.

“You can be the strongest hero in the world, but if the people closest to you aren’t supporting you, if they’re bringing you down instead of lifting you up—then you’ll never be the hero you want to be.” Your voice sharpened. “And you sure as hell won’t be the kind of person anyone should want to stand beside.”

Bakugo’s jaw tightened.

You let the words sink in before continuing, a softer tone slipping into your voice.

“But I got lucky,” you said, your gaze drifting back to Izuku. His expression softened instantly, his lips parting slightly as he took in your words. “Because after making the mistake of trusting the wrong person, I found someone who showed me what it really means to be loved. Someone who doesn’t just fight beside me in battle but stands beside me in everything else. Someone who reminds me, every single day, why I love this job. Why I love my life.”

You smiled.

“And that someone… is Izuku Midoriya.”

The room erupted in applause. Cheers, murmurs, some gasps from the people who finally put the pieces together.

You turned back to Bakugo, your smile never faltering.

“So, Bakugo, I know you were feeling nostalgic earlier,” you said, voice smooth, almost teasing, “but the past doesn’t matter. What matters is now. And now?” You let out a small, breathy laugh. “I’m happier than I ever was with you.”

Another round of murmurs. Cameras flashing. A few knowing laughs rippling through the audience.

Bakugo didn’t move. He didn’t say a word. But his whole body was stiff, his face burning red—part anger, part humiliation.

You let the silence stretch before adding, voice silky smooth—

“Oh, and for the record?” You glanced at Izuku again, your eyes full of warmth. “Bakugo never made me scream like Izuku does.”

That? That broke the room.

People lost it.

A mixture of cheers, gasps, laughter—some heroes openly gaping at the sheer brutality of it. You saw Uraraka shrink into herself, her face pale, while Bakugo looked like he was about to punch a hole through the nearest wall.

And Izuku?

Izuku was already on his way to the stage.

Before you could even move, he was beside you, a hand sliding around your waist, his other gently taking the mic from your fingers. His grip was firm, possessive.

Then, without a word, he leaned in—and kissed you.

Right there, in front of everyone.

It wasn’t just any kiss. It was slow, deep, claiming. Like he wanted to make sure everyone—Bakugo especially—knew who you belonged to.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours for just a second. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “I love you.”

The crowd? Absolutely lost their minds.

And Bakugo?... well lets just say,

For the first time that night, he had nothing to say.

ⓒ ʸᵒᵘʳˢʷᵉᵉᵗⁱⁿᵒᶜᶜᵉⁿᵗᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ

[miksy63]

This was great!

[kyojurokoibito]

"LET ME PAY YOU!"

Pairing(s): kyojuro rengoku x reader

Synopsis: how kyojuro met his civilian wife

Genre: fluff

Warning(s): n/a

Kao's Notes: just something to put out there while i work on requests in the meantime :) enjoy! <3

"EXCUSE ME, MISS!"

"OH MY G—!" *BANG* "OW!"

you hit the top of your head on the bottom shelf of your stall as a loud voice rang through the night. you ran a popular food stall in the small, lovely town you call home. people loved coming by your food stall for the service, the food, and for a chance to talk with a beautiful lady. each day, you decided to try a new recipe, and everyone was eager to see what you'd be serving every day.

"forgive me," the loud voice called again. "it was not my intention to startle you!"

"i-it's alright." rubbing the crown of your head with a slight pout, you rose to look at the owner of said voice. "i–um–wasn't expecting many people to come by this late, so you caught me by surprise."

taking in the man's appearance, you quickly gathered he was a demon slayer. the distinct design of his haori, the nichirin blade at his hip, and the obvious uniform was a dead giveaway.

you smiled, "would you like something to eat while you're here? i'm making gyu kushi(beef skewers) on top of rice, along with some mochi tonight. you'd be the final person i'm serving!"

the man's smile nearly blinded you, "yes! i would appreciate that very much!"

"great!" his smile was so contagious. you couldn't help but to deliver one as well. "how many orders would you like?"

"that depends," he stated loudly, excitedly slamming his hands on the counter and smiling at you. "how many are you willing to make?!" that's...the first time you've received that response.

"o-oh...uh..." you looked beneath your stall again. "well, i could make the rest of my inventory for you..." you lifted your head to look at him with a nervous laugh. "although, it's a considerably large amount of food, sir."

he laughed, "if you are willing to make it, i am willing to eat it! and no need to call me, sir! i am rengoku kyojuro!" you couldn't stop yourself from laughing along.

"then i'll be happy to make it for you, rengoku-san!"

kyojuro watched you gather the ingredients and quickly get to work on prepping his food. it was clear this was like second nature to you. you worked so diligently and moved with unwavering certainty.

"so," you began as you continued cooking but kept your gaze on kyojuro. this caused the hashira to look at you. "what brings you by this late?"

"a mission," he stated proudly, his smile never leaving. "it is completed, but i always stop by to check on towns nearby!"

"well, that's nice of you," you stated before finishing his first plate of food and handing it to him. "here, have a taste before i make the rest."

he loudly thanked you before placing the beef skewer between his teeth, pulling one of the chunks of meat off with his teeth.

"TASTY!" another bite. "TASTY!" a bite of rice. "TASTY!" a bite of mochi. "TASTY!"

you clapped your hands in delight, overjoyed that the hashira found your food so tasteful.

"so, everything tastes okay? would you still like to have the rest, rengoku-san?" you asked, although you're sure you already knew the answer.

"yes! i would love the rest!" he began fishing around in his pocket. "how much would it be?!"

"oh no," you quickly shook your head and quickly began preparing the rest of the food with a content smile. "i never charge the slayers that pass through. it's the least i can do for you all."

"please!" he slammed a pouch of coins onto the counter, causing you to shriek at the loud noise. he leaned forward, eyes boring into you with conviction. "ALLOW ME TO PAY YOU!"

"i-it's no trouble, really!" you jumped back from the close proximity. he only leaned in closer.

"THIS AMOUNT OF FOOD WOULD SURELY MAKE A GREAT PROFIT FOR YOU!! LET ME PAY!!!"

"b-but, the sales i've made today are more than enough already!!!"

"TAKE MY MONEY!"

"i don't need to!!!"

you two continued back and forth like this as you finished cooking the remainder of his food, packaging them nicely in cute boxes, which only fueled his desire to pay you. as you had given him the last box, he beckoned you to him.

"if you will not let me pay," he placed his free hand on his hip. "then allow me to escort you home!"

placing a hand on your chin, you paused to mull it over. it was pretty late, and you did live on the other side of the town. even if it was small, it would grant enough time for a demon to stake its claim on you.

"alright," you finalized with a greatful nod. "sounds fair!"

on the way, you both engaged in a quiet, lovely conversation. topics ranging from your cooking, his work as a slayer(at least the parts he could tell you), or your childhood, the atmosphere around you was peaceful. now, the current subject of the conversation was family.

"yes, you're right," you respond with a smile as rengoku concluded a story about his little brother. "it can be difficult to care for little siblings. especially if the parent is...more or less present." you cringed at your lack of better term, but kyojuro didn't mind at all. "my parents, unfortunately, fell victim to a demon, so i understand."

"very much so, and i am sorry to hear that! my condolences to you!" he responded with a solemn nod before asking his next question. "i take it you have a sibling then?"

"mhm," you nodded with delight as you drew nearer to your house. "i am the eldest of seven."

"SEVEN?!" he immediately fished the pouch of coins back out before shoving it in your direction. "SUCH A LARGE FAMILY! NOW YOU REALLY MUST TAKE MY PAYMENT!!!"

"i told you already," you pushed it back toward him in defiance. "i don't need it!" he tossed the pouch towards you, leaving you no choice but to catch it. "hey! take it back!" you tried to hand the coin pouch back to him.

"my apologies," he exclaimed after using his other hand to hold the food as well, even though he didn't need to. his smile never faltered as he blatantly ignored your attempts to return his money. "but my hands are full! i can not hold anything else!"

"but you were carrying it one-handed this whole time! you can just–"

"my hands are full!"

"but–"

"i can not carRY ANYMORE!"

"ren–"

"IT IS A PERFECTLY LEGITIMATE REASON AS TO WHY YOU MUST KEEP IT!"

you gave up.

kyojuro–1

y/n–0

upon reaching your house, you turned face kyojuro and gave him a polite bow.

"thank you for walking me back, rengoku-san," you stood straight. "you really didn't have to...nor did you have to pay me."

"it was no trouble at all," he smiled down at you. "and please, call me kyojuro."

you opened the door, and entered the doorway to your home chorus of "NII-SAN" called out to you. fondly shaking your head at your siblings(who were supposed to be in bed by now), you turned back to the hashira and returned his smile.

"alright, well," you placed a gentle hand on one of your little brother's heads, who'd been tugging on your shirt to get your attention, and replied in a hushed voice. "goodnight, kyojuro. have a lovely evening, and please travel safely."

he visibly brightened once he heard his name fall from your lips, and a gentle smile was bestowed upon you.

"goodnight to you as well, and thank you."

as you closed the door, kyojuro happily went on his way but stopped. he couldn't believe he forgot such an important piece of information.

oh well, he'll simply have to find his way back to you because he never got your name.

[cvnt4him]

izu w a cock too big for his own good.

You're his first girlfriend...EVER. which is surprising to you, he's attractive big n strong and so so so kind. He's the kind of guy girls dream about, a literal knight in shining armor. It made you feel sick that you couldn't help the lewd thoughts of what was inside the knights pants.

You would bring him food whenever you could and would see his thick bulge against his pants, that silly smile of his and those chubby freckled cheeks. He was so adorable and such a loser. God he truly deserves a cock that big.

You had him laid down on his back thighs wide open with you sitting in between them gently rubbing his cock covered by his boxers. He whimpered lowly staring up at you with those wide eyes of him, his face flushed with red while his pupils were blown wide. Izuku had never done anything quite like this before.....not with someone else at least.

He was a gooner 100% so he's definitely teased his cock through his boxers before you believe that for sure. You admired his face for a little before focusing on his big and thick cock sitting flat against his pelvis jolting up at the drag of your finger. You hum and gently rub your finger up his tip repeatedly earning a sigh from him, his eyes fluttering while his brows furrowed sticky precum oozing through his boxers, darkening the spot where his tip laid.

His thighs were having trouble staying open, the feeling of being pleasured but just barely by you was fogging up his brain it was turning him on a lot more than you thought. He could cum untouched if that's what you wanted, as many times as you wanted. You put your hand on his inner thigh caressing his freckled and tanned skin with your thumb and a smile painting your face.

You wrap your entire hand around his cock giving it a squeeze trying to get a feel out of his cock. The girth was amazing you could hardly wrap your entire hand around it. That says a lot. Once more he whined laying his head back and using the back of his hand to hide the wobbly smile forming in his flushed face. You didn't even move your hand, just holding his cock as it began jumping in your palm. You could feel it moving up and down begging to be used.

“ y..yeah.....c'mon touch it.. mmph.. fuck.”

You heard him mumble a whimper filled sentence under his breath, heavy breaths leaving him as he laid back letting you whatever you wanted to him.

“ m’gonna pull these down a bit m’kay izu?”

He nodded quickly as you removed your hand from his cock and hooked your fingers through the waist and of his boxers, pulling it back and letting it snap against his skin. He winced and jolted up at the pain whimpering with a shiver as he looked up to you with pleading eyes. He didn't say anything, letting his eyes tell you exactly what you knew he wanted. How sweet.

You run your hand down his lower abdomen before finally fishing your hand into his boxers and pulling it out gently having it lie against his pelvis once more. A shaky sigh left his lips at the gush of cold air hitting his precum slicked tip. You admired his estate for a while watching how enamouring he was, how luminescent he looked.

His cock head was large and a rosy red still leaking precum, there were a couple of veins painting the sides of his thick pulsating cock, large and full balls tightening below. He looked absolutely appetizing. It truly is a surprise to see a sweet and gentle guy have such a big and bold cock. So thick it can't even stand up on its own.

“ dont...look at it like that..”

He whispered to you, a whine ending his sentence. His eyes were hardly open he was so embarrassed, his cock was out having the cold air brush against it causing his cock to jump at the breeze. He whined lowly thighs flexing on each side of you waiting for you to do something.

You rub his thighs to try and get him to calm down, his breathing was heavy and almost as if he was out of breath. To your surprise his hips lift into the air slightly and he shivers at your touch, a low moan leaving his lips. He was so desperate to be touched it was saddening honestly, but far too cute to not enjoy.

You decided to give in and touch him, wrapping your hand around his cock once more jerking him off. Hand moving up and down in an agonizingly slow pace. Not even five minutes of you touching him gently, palm grazing over his sensitive vock head occasionally, he'd cum.

Low whines leaving his slackened jaw as his cock began leaking out his whine cum, pooling all over his lower abdomen and spilling onto the bed, you had moved your hand the second you seen his cum slowly spill down his reddened cock head.

You stared at him, disbelief behind your eyes but you hadn't wanted him to see that as he might feel bad given how quickly he'd cum. After he calmed down from he previous high his shaky eyes fluttered open and focused back on you and your figure, your eyes met with his and he instantly felt a rush of embarrassment.

Curling into a ball and huffing out a line of apologies.

“ I'm so sorry!! I just...you , you felt so good-! I didn't know I could...... just..— I'm sorry !”

You sigh and laugh above your adorable little big lover below you, hiding his face and whining in embarrassment wallowing in his own filth. You rub his back kissing the top of his head and decided you wouldn't tease him.

Although the fact his cock is so big and so thick and HE was so big and strong yet he couldn't even handle having his cock stroked by his girlfriend. Albeit this was his first time with something like this so you supposed you could give him the benefit of the doubt.