I believe with my whole chest that Uraraka should've been a part of the main trio instead of Todoroki, no hate to my boy, just because she is sooo interesting in her cause and backstory.
And that gets overlooked a lot because it's simple. But I love it because it's simple, it's relatable, it's real. She saw her parents' struggle and wanted to help with that, and being a hero helps with that. Financially or not. Being a hero helps with a lot of people with a lot of things. And that's what she really wants anyways, to help people.
And maybe I'm a little biased because I love her so so much, but I really think she would complete Kacchan and Deku's circle, you know. She fits so well with both their personalities, even though we don't see her interact with Bakugou a lot, the respect they show eachother at the festival (especially on Bakugou's end as a boy respecting a girl being strong) could have been expended upon and made into a deep plot. I mean, a lot could've been expanded on with her if she were more on the forefront, but the gender roles in heroism especially. And we already know her relationship with Izuku, though I would rather they didn't have crushes on each other at all, is really nice.
Also, her arc with Toga nicely mirrors Izuku and Shigaraki's With Kacchan completion of this with not giving a damn(I do think it would be a bit overwhelming for every single one of them to have a sympathy? villain).
And you may think, " Todoroki has all of these too." Well, you'd be right! Todoroki has a much more complex backstory, which a lot of people love. His personality is the opposite of Bakugou and Midoriya's, which is nice to have in a trio. He also has an arc with a villain, who just so happens to be his brother, making things harder for him. And, I love it! He's good. But... I just long for the direction they could have taken this story if Ochako was in our trio, the different topics to explore(like sexisim, or comig from a poor background and having big dreams, empahty towards villains with her thing with Toga...) and the likes.
And I know the two boys-one girl in a trio thing is overdone, but i would have liked to have a girl in the very front. Well, anyway, it's not like Ochako's character is completely overlooked, and she has great arcs and stuff.
Also, the show is kinda sexist(specifically in the earlier seasons), so i am kinda glad they didn't try and butcher it.
Being the woefully non famous girlfriend of a pro hero such as Hawks has its drawbacks, like relentless fangirls and being awoken from sleep by an urgent phone call, but it certainly has its perks- like currently, as you gape at the huge Halloween party you’ve been instructed to infiltrate at the edge of Tokyo.
The plan is simple- enter, have fun (but not too much) and be prepared to tattle on criminals to your boyfriend; Japan, as lovely and futuristic as it can be, has what can only be described as a criminal underbelly- opioids, amphetamines… if you want it, you could probably find somebody selling. And that’s where you come in- clearly, “Hawks” is far too recognisable; but you? You’re a perfect candidate- pretty, young, capable of eavesdropping.
Keigo’s media famous vermillion wings do little to hide his identity - usually, they’re used to reinforce his brand as a top hero - but you’re hoping the way they’re neatly tucked behind a flowing vampire cape will keep guests in oblivious freedom.
Obviously, having a free invite to the most notorious Halloween party in all of Japan doesn’t actually come free, a fact you’d realised pretty early on this evening when you’d only just realised that letting Keigo pick your costume was probably not a good idea.
“Kei.. you cannot be serious.”
“Oh, I am!” He’d said gleefully, flashing you a trademark grin as you stared in disbelief at the outfit hung up on your wardrobe next to his.
As far as you’re aware, there is not a law dictating the more fabric one partner wears the less the other has to have- you’d think there was, judging by what you looked like right now. Actually, you were secretly enjoying it, but Keigo didn’t need to know you had an internal joy at dressing up as a slutty bunny.
The costume- if you can even call it that, as opposed to lingerie and a pair of animal ears, is comprised of the following: a tightened corset that accentuates your cleavage, a tiny pair of barely there white shorts, a pompom tail and lacy thigh highs that mirror the cute pink bow tied around your neck. Oh, and the ears, of course- they sit flopping on your head with every step, but Keigo is more concerned with how much your tits are bouncing instead.
He has to remind himself to focus- he’s here to look for criminals, addicts, dealers, not give in to his innate desire to drag his pretty little girlfriend off to the nearest room and fuck her until she cries all her perfectly applied mascara off. He shakes his head, and the ruffles on his cliche Dracula shirt move in tandem with his sandy locks.
Inside, the party is even louder- it’s packed with people, most of them drunk, high or both; there’s a couple not so discreetly making out in the corner by the sink, and the strobe lights are dizzying. The air smells vaguely of weed, and the floor is sticky with spilt drinks. You take a swig of whatever concoction Keigo has managed to mix you up upon entering the house and immediately reel; it tastes more like hand sanitiser than anything else, but you suppose you are here to have fun.
You down it in one.
It takes you about an hour to lose Keigo- he’s far too busy actually doing his job, leaving you to bounce about in a slutty costume in a house full of people who couldn’t tell you the difference between the floor and the ceiling if you had an arrow pointing to either. Of course, you’re fully aware if anything gets out of hand he’ll find a way to swoop in- literally - and rescue you.
Unfortunately, besides the three couples fucking in various tiled bathrooms, the two drunk guys taking turns vomiting into a garbage bag on the spacious front lawn, and the one girl sobbing over her ex boyfriend, there’s nothing out of the ordinary occurring.
You weave through the throngs of people, letting the alcohol dull your senses while you stumble past plastic pumpkins and garlands of bats entwined with witch hats dangling from glowing fairy lights. The lights beam green, orange, blue, pink, red- It’s all so overwhelming, the alcohol dizzying your vision and suddenly it’s like you’re swimming in sparkling sequins, glittering glass beads and oh, is the floor closer than it was before?
You never actually hit the floor, your hair dangles in front of your face and your ears almost fall, but somebody’s holding your arm and steadying you up. You’re spooked; the guy still has your arm. He’s wearing a long coat, a ripped white tee with shaggy dark hair and homemade piercings. You can tell- his left helix is lower than his right.
“You good?” He rasps. You gape- his eyes. They’re startlingly aquamarine, and you briefly wonder if they’re contacts; they’re surrounded by a pool of liquid eyeliner in the shape of a skeleton’s eye socket.
“Woah, cool makeup!”
“…it’s just eyeliner, doll.”
“No, I mean the- the burnt flesh? Patchwork? No- it’s rotting flesh, right?”
He grins lazily down at you swaying next to him in your stupidly teeny bunny outfit. So gullible, so naive… Dabi knows he shouldn’t look, but God do your tits look soft- he wonders what they’d feel like in his hands, all malleable and warm. You feel a hand slip protectively around your waist and jolt, wondering if you were so drunk your eyes were deceiving you and he actually had three arms instead of two, because huh?
“Hi, Kei!” You beam drunkenly, blush high on your cheeks and glitter dabbed meticulously onto your eyelids. His expression virtually mirrors yours- somebody can expect a strongly worded email from the HPSC tomorrow morning as he vomits into the toilet bowl. “I just met this guy, he’s called.. what are you called?”
“Dabi.”
“Yeah, Dabi! Huh, I feel like I recognise that from somewhere.. I’m drunk, I’ll remember tomorrow. Anyways, isn’t his makeup great? I always say you should wear eyeliner, don’t I Kei, and you’ve never tried it! Wait, maybe you have? Can’t remember. Oh god, m’so drunk Kei.” You giggle, swaying on your feet as the lace at the top of your socks slips downwards towards your knee.
You notice Keigo hasn’t said.. anything? How out of character, he must be more drunk than you! Until you realise, he’s staring with such vivacious intensity at Dabi you wouldn’t be surprised if he suddenly spontaneously combusted and left a burn mark on the floorboards.
“Do.. do you two know each other or something?”
“..something like that, doll.”
It’s all it takes for Keigo to glare at him and yank you by the pretty bow on your neck into a heated kiss; it’s all teeth and tongue, strings of spit connecting your overly glossed lips to his. Heavy exhales travel between your open mouths, puffs of air treating your tongue to the taste of the coconut liqueur he’s been drinking all evening. When you pull back, pupils blown, Keigo is sporting a hard on you can see through his flimsy costume pants.
And he’s not the only one, either. Dabi leans lazily against the wall and grins, the imprint of his erect cock standing proud through the washed out fabric of his jeans.
Fifteen minutes later, you’re on all fours. Tears stream down your face, tracking ruin through the powder you so meticulously applied earlier and leaving smudgy black streaks of mascara in their crystalline wake.
Dabi is shoved down your throat. A rough hand grips the back of your poor head and uses the hairsprayed curls as leverage to fuck your throat meanly, tufts of white hair at his base tickling your nose with every sharp shovel down into your mouth. You can feel it, feel the way his dick bulges inside your mouth and lolls onto your tongue. You gag, fresh tears continuing to roll down your cheeks, and he laughs sadistically.
“Aw, too much for the little bunny rabbit? I thought you were - hah - supposed to loveeeee this sorta thing?” You don’t respond, eyes glassy and shimmering like marbles. He lightly hits your cheek, then does it again, harder; you lurch and cry out.
“Well, do you? Gonna need an answer doll.” Frantically, you try and make a movement with your stuffed throat that’s akin to a nod. “Oh right, I forgot- you can’t speak with a mouth full of cock, can you?” He snickers and pulls at your hair. He’s so mean, all rough palms and bruising dick.
Dabi has worked himself into a rhythm- he’ll pull out of your mouth to watch you gasp for air, sticky webs of cum and spit dribbling uncontrollably from your lips as you flounder about like you’re suffocating; and then, he’ll shove his cock back all the way inside your throat and relish in the tearful moan that vibrates around his dick. You swear you can feel every jagged vein carving into your tongue, and it’s a superbly satisfying contrast to Keigo in your pussy.
He’s thrusting in and out with a practiced accuracy that can only come from years of slow experience. His cock pulls in and out of you, perfectly pink tip bobbing at the entrance to your womb with every sharp grind against your pillowy ass. The socks are still on, despite your corset and shorts being torn to the floor ages ago.
You’re so hot you don’t think you could tell the socks were still on if it wasn’t for Keigo occasionally lowering a careful hand to pull them back up. His hands never stay still for long- on your hips, roving over your ass, or dipping two fingers into the saccharine sap leaking from your stuffed pussy only to raise them to his mouth and moan with rolled back eyes.
“You’re so pretty in lace, baby.. all for me, yeah? Mffph- he might get your mouth, but he’s never gonna f-fuck this pretty pussy as well as I do, right?” He groans into your ear, kissing away the tears falling from your wobbling, smudged waterline.
“Stuttering already Hawks?” Dabi taunts, cock still stretching out your stretched mouth. Saliva keeps beading at the corners of your mouth and dribbling down your chin; he makes no effort to wipe them away like Keigo would, there’s no affectionate words of praise and dedication.
Dabi grunts, before gathering your hair in both fists and slamming your nose down to the base of his twitching dick. You screw your eyes up as waves upon waves of creamy ropes slick up your throat, and when he pulls out he uses his tip to smear it across your lower face like a lecherous artist. You wheeze, tears spilling down your previously flawless makeup.
“Cumming already, Dabi?” Keigo taunts back. Dazed, you hadn’t even noticed Dabi move around your side to face your boyfriend. With no hands supporting you, your elbows give in and you’re left smushing your cheek against the sheets of somebody’s guest room and wetting your chin with drool and tears.
“Shut up, Keigo.”
It takes a tremendous effort, but you manage to focus your eyes on the scene occurring behind you. They’re.. kissing? And you’re… not mad about it, actually. In fact, if just might be one of the most arousing things you’ve ever seen- your boyfriend, still buried deep into your creamy pussy, sharing messy open mouthed kisses with a man you’d met just an hour before.
You see Dabi grin, sharp canines glinting before he sinks them into Keigo’s swollen lips hard enough to draw blood, which he welcomes with a soothing tongue. Keigo breaks the kiss first, to heave his chest into the air for breath; Dabi is just watching, eyes fixated on where your pussy swallows up Keigo whole.
His palm skirts lazily up and down his dick, fingers pressing down on the bobbing pink tip and pale shaft. From this angle, you can really appreciate how big he is- you’re surprised you hadn’t torn a rupture into your throat, and you gain a renewed sense of respect for the natural flexibility of your muscles.
Oh, it was so debauched, so filthy; you being fucked into tomorrow by your loving boyfriend while another man not only watched on, but fucked your throat? And had the nerve to make out with your boyfriend afterwards? You whine when Keigo bucks his eager hips justtttt right and oh! You feel like you’re on cloud nine- you’ve long since sobered up, so the only thing you three are really drunk on is each other.
You were… you were-
“So tight.. you gonna cum for me, baby?” Keigo pleads, eyes half open and flitting between gazing starry eyed at where he was splitting your insides open, filling every sensitive oozing orifice with his opalescent precum, and reluctantly closing them as Dabi pulled him by his throat into another punishing clash of mouths and messy tongues and- and- oh, you’re cumming.
“Yessss, g’na cum Kei, please please please-“ You don’t even know why you’re begging; Keigo would never hold you back, he’s so gentle and chivalrous and funny and suddenly, you’re rudely being thrown off the cliffs edge by a pair of mean fingers rolling your sensitive clit in circles, while a further two hands- softer, more familiar- coast soothingly across your arched spine to shakily coax your orgasm out.
You release a cracked sound between a whine and a sob. You couldn’t even tell where you ended and Keigo began; his cock was just so deep, so stickily thrusting into your gummy insides- when he cums, he lets out the softest moan and hugs your lurching spine to his muscled chest as he fills you up and allows it to leak out alllll over the sheets below. It makes a little slutty puddle between you, slicking up your thighs and dribbling onto his pelvis.
It takes a good thirty seconds to realise, hey, where’s Dabi? He’s vanished like sugar into water- not a trace of him remains in the room, save for a burn mark in the shape of a handprint on the sheets, the bruises that litter your throat- both inside and out - and the drying trails of cum on your chin.
“S-spooky.” You utter breathlessly as Keigo pulls out.
“Mm. Happy Halloween, baby.” He laughs, kissing your temple.
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a/n: AND ITS OVER!! Thank you so so much to everybody who routinely reblogged, commented on, or liked my fics over October! I’m so happy you all enjoyed them, and I hope you all equally enjoyed this longer fic in honour of the last day! I genuinely cannot thank you guys enough <33
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, hybrid!au, dom!dog hybrid!katsuki, fem!sub!bitchy!cat hybrid!reader, maybe some ooc katsuki (oops), reader is afab, reader is shorter than katsuki and izuku, knotting, heat, biting, “random” (i put it there because i thought it was… neat) watersports? (reader has a brief memory of katsuki scaring her to the point of her peeing), breathplay (arm chokehold YES!!!!), coercion, little bit of footplay as a treat (reader recieving), voyuerism, reader doesn’t know the terms “sex” (has done it though) and “rut,” creampie.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: happy halloween! i hope everyone likes this… let me know if i forgot any warnings.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: as your owner, izuku, leaves you home alone with stray dog hybrid!katsuki, who you hate, you suddenly go into heat.
mean. blunt. rude. all words you would use to describe that mangy mutt, katsuki. ever since your favorite person in the world, your owner, izuku, had brought him home one rainy night a few weeks ago, what used to be just you and izuku, quiet and comfortable, suddenly became you, izuku, and katsuki.
you really did try to get along with katsuki— you did. on your very first attempt to bond, you even offered him your favorite stuffed animal. but the next morning, you woke up to find it torn to shreds, the result of him gnawing on it in his sleep. he didn’t even manage a proper apology, just stood there with his tail between his legs, arms crossed, and muttered, “my bad.”
then there was the halloween incident— the one where he hid in the dark of the laundry room, waiting to pounce on you, only to pin you down and lick your face until you were crying so hard you actually peed. and of course, he made fun of you for that, too. when you tattled to izuku, he played innocent, pretending you’d made the whole thing up.
and as if that weren’t enough, every evening since last week, when the three of you curled up on the couch to watch tv, he’d taken to demanding izuku brush a hand through his hair, each stroke robbing you of affection and attention that was rightfully yours as you sat on the opposite side of izuku.
aside from his terrible personality, he was also big— annoyingly so. he was always in your way — whether you were in the hallway, trying to go use the bathroom, or in the kitchen to get a snack — somehow someway, he was there, taking up too much space as usual just by his presence. sure, izuku was similarly built, but he had a gentleness about him that made it easy to breathe. katsuki, on the other hand? he was suffocating, and you couldn’t shake the fear that eventually he'd snuff your place here — with izuku — out.
now, snuggled up in bed with your precious owner as you both got ready to sleep, you found yourself asking the question that’s been lingering in your mind.
“izuku,” you murmur, your hand resting on his chest. “when is katsuki going to leave?”
izuku looked away from his phone, his head tilting at your question. “why do you want katsuki to leave, baby? i thought you liked him.”
the scrunch of your nose provided reason otherwise. “i don’t like him.”
he laughed, the sound light and amused. “well, he likes you.”
you scoffed. that seemed unlikely. “he likes me?”
“of course. he gives you all the vegetables you like at dinner. wouldn't you be lonely without him?”
“no,” you scowl, “i'd be happy. who needs a filthy dog who can't even go without eating anything that isn’t meat? you’d think living in the streets for years would have made him grateful for your delicious cooking.”
izuku set his phone aside, gently running his fingers through your hair, in an effort to soothe you. “are you jealous of katsuki, baby?” he asked, softly.
“no,” you repeat yourself, your answer coming out in a grit. “why would i be jealous?”
“well, you’re saying all these mean things about katsuki. he hasn’t done anything wrong to you.”
“yes, he has,” you huff, crossing your arms.
“like what?”
as you struggled to put into words why exactly you hated katsuki, you could feel izuku’s ministrations gradually easing your anger. “he’s just… disrespectful.” you manage at last.
another laugh slips from izuku’s lips as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “i think you should ease up on him, baby. katsuki has had a hard time being out on his own for so long— he might not know how things should be done exactly but he’s trying. all he needs is a little love.”
you let out a reluctant sigh before nuzzling deeper into izuku. “fine.”
“that's my girl.” he says with a smile. “you'll try to get along better with him, yeah?”
“yeah…”
“good. now let’s go to sleep. okay, pretty girl?”
with one last nod, the two of you drift off into sleep, with you in his arms— just as it should be.
that’s why, when sunrise came and you woke up alone in bed, you were more than a little upset. did izuku have work? if he did, he never left without kissing you goodbye. scrambling out of bed, you made your way to the kitchen, searching for your precious owner— only to be greeted by the sight of katsuki, blocking the fridge like he owned it.
“where’s izuku?” you mumble out, sleepily rubbing your eye with your fist.
“out,” katsuki answered curtly.
“out where?” you ask, a frown working to tug at your lips at his short answer.
“work, i guess.”
“you guess?” you scoff, your morning already starting off poorly. “ugh. of course i can’t expect a fleabag like you to actually be useful. are you just going to stand in front of the fridge and look stupid or move?”
for someone so much smaller than him, you always acted like you were ten feet tall. he rolled his eyes, continuing to survey the contents of the fridge. “maybe if you said please, i would.”
“why do i have to do that? this is my house— you’re the visitor.”
katsuki only rolled his eyes again, offering no reply as he grabbed one last sausage link from the fridge and headed for the couch in the living room.
ugh. not only had izuku left without saying goodbye, but you also had to deal with katsuki’s stupidity. to make matters worse, you were also starting to feel like you were coming down with a fever. when you opened the fridge and grabbed the milk carton from the top shelf — only to find it empty — the combination of everything made you snap. marching over to where katsuki lounged on the couch, you stood in front of him, carton in hand, as he stared at the tv.
“did you drink all my milk?” you accuse, half tempted to hurl the carton at his head.
“there’s a little left,” he replied, casual as ever.
“there’s like three drops max in here!”
“that counts.”
oh, the nerve of this guy! you stomped towards the trashcan, tossing the empty carton away. “if there’s only three drops left, you might as well just throw it away— no one is desperate enough for that little— it’s insulting! ugh, now how am i going to make my fever feel better?”
“you have a fever?” he asks, ignoring your scolding. “you’re not supposed to drink milk when you’re sick.”
“that’s when you have a sore throat, stupid,” you snap, “but i guess an idiot like you wouldn’t know that.”
he says nothing in response, effectively ignoring you as he kept his eyes glued to some cooking show— even as you continue your tirade.
“i don’t even get why izuku would bring a mutt like you into our home— you have no sense of sharing at all!” you complain, totally not projecting. "like why would you even touch something that you know someone else mostly drinks— doesn't it cross your mind that you should save it for them?"
as you glanced over your shoulder at katsuki, you realized his attention was still fixed on the tv. flabbergasted, you stomped right back in front of him, blocking his view of the screen. “are you even listening to me?!”
he just lounged there, legs splayed across the couch in a manspread, tilting his head to see past you. “yeah,” he says nonchalantly. “bitchin’ about sharing or whatever.”
“oh my—ugh—you—! katsuki, you are the worst!” you shout, clutching at your hair in frustration. “no wonder you were left on the streets— nobody wanted you because you’re inconsiderate, rude, and… and…”
struggling to find the right words to drive your point home, you noticed his eyes flicking up to yours, one eyebrow arched, daring you to push your luck.
at his quiet threat, something inside you stirred, making you stumble back a few steps. the air in the room had shifted and the fever creeping through you was starting to burn hot, clouding your thoughts. a fatigue was setting itself ablaze throughout your limbs, and settling deep in your core. “u-ugh, nevermind," you rasp, "i’m not... not feeling well enough to talk to you anymore.”
katsuki shrugged casually. “sounds good to me.”
as you tried to make your way to your room, your legs felt wobbly, taking only two steps before your knees gave out. you collapse in front of katsuki, who catches your waist just in time before letting you sink gently to the floor. “easy,” he murmurs, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. he sucks his teeth when he notices the way you shiver under his touch, your pupils blown wide and unfocused.
drool pooled at the corners of your mouth, and you swallowed hard, quickly realizing that this was no ordinary fever— your heat had come. and judging by the flicker in katsuki’s eyes, it seemed he had realized it too. “shoot… i, i… need izuku to help me feel good,” you mumbled out instinctively.
katsuki’s eyebrow arched once more, this time at your word choice. “that’s what you call it?“
“what’s it s-supposed to be called?”
“sex."
“well, i need izuku to help me 'sex.”
“to have sex,” katsuki corrected you.
"whatever,” you sigh exasperated, not having the patience for all this terminology at the moment. your eyes shut tight as you strained to focus on anything other than the warmth of katsuki’s body in front of you. knees feeling stuck to the floor, you found yourself unable to pull away from him either. was he always this pretty? when did his arms look so muscular? how big were his hands? as thousands of questions flooded your mind, your eyes had opened again, only to have mindlessly trailed down to the imprint of katsuki’s dick in his sweatpants, and you couldn’t believe how your body screamed at you to sniff at it.
your eyes snapped up to katsuki’s, heat rising in your cheeks as you prayed that he hadn’t noticed the way your gaze had lingered. of course, the slight curl of his smirk told you he that he had— as well as that he was thoroughly entertained by your internal battle, struggling between asking for his help and your stubborn hatred. “...you need some help there?” he offered, tone incredibly mocking.
“no,” you say through clenched teeth, breaking eye contact as you looked away, and trying not to take note of how the timbre of his voice was reverberating through your bones. “can— can you shut up? i'm trying to think.”
he shrugged, draping his arms over the back of the couch as he leaned against it, eyes fixed on you with a quiet amusement. “if you say so.”
after a few more moments of hesitation, you finally and reluctantly worked up the courage to ask a favor of katsuki, despite how much you hated him. “katsuki... can we… have 'sex?” you mumble out, eyes shut tight as shame twisted inside you. the gnawing heat in your core was growing exponentially, becoming more and more impossible to ignore.
he pauses, pretending to consider it for a moment, before plainly saying, “no.”
“what?” you ask, incredulous that now he was refusing. “why?”
“not really feeling like it anymore— you were a bitch when i offered.”
a sting of frustration and embarrassment pricks at the corners of your eyes. as hybrids of different species, he wasn’t going to be triggered by your heat in the biological sense you were hoping for, leaving you no choice but to beg. “please?”
“oh, that’s cute,” katsuki laughs, “now, you want to say please.”
you pout, beginning to sniffle. “it hurts a lot…”
“i bet it does,” he replies apathetically.
“…you’re r-really not even going to help me?”
despite how pitiful you sound, katsuki remains stoic. “yep. you’re going to have to wait allll day long for your owner to come home, kitty.”
at his words, the thought of waiting who-knows-how-long for izuku to return to get some relief sends your nerves into overdrive, overwhelming you with a rush of sensation that spills over into tears.
“katsuki… please, can you help me…?” you say in between soft sobs, resting your head on the inside of his thigh, and looking up at him pleadingly.
“thought you didn't even like 'mutts,” he sighs, as if you were bothering him. “why would you want me to help you?”
unable to think of a satisfying answer, you just cried harder, attempting to paw at his dick through his pants. he stops you easily, peeling your hands off of him and holding your wrists in one firm grip. “hey, i'm talking to you,” he says tauntingly, snapping his fingers with his free hand to draw your attention. instead of obeying, you go boneless, face pressing into his thigh as the tears continue to drip down your cheeks, swallowed up by the ache of your heat and the torment of withheld relief.
another sigh escapes katsuki’s lips as he takes a moment to look over your trembling and tearful form, your tears creating a damp spot on his thigh. the moment you hear that thoughtful noise — hm — the kind that makes it seem like he was actually considering it — your ears perk up, shamefully clinging to his every word.
rough fingers find your chin as he speaks, watching your body instinctively lean into his touch. “well,” he muses, speaking slowly, “i'll help you if you promise to help me during my rut. do you know what that is?”
you shake your head, resisting the mindless urge to take his thumb into your mouth and suck on it. “no,” you mumble.
based on the sheltered life you lived here with izuku, katsuki had already seen that answer coming. with a light yet almost chilling sounding laugh, he explains the term for you. “it's like your heat, but for guys. it means that, around next week or so, when my dick needs a warm hole to fuck, you're going to let me use yours all day for about 7 or 8 days straight.”
you hesitate at his words, a moment of sobering clarity cutting through your haze, apprehensive at the thought of being katsuki's plaything for a week. “is it going to hurt...?” you ask, somewhat already knowing the answer.
“oh yeah,” katsuki says, his face mocking the worried expression on yours. “i'm probably going to bite you all over. keep on going even if you're already filled up. probably won't stop if you fall asleep on me or pass out. do you still want me to help you?”
your body was aching for relief, yet your mind kept trying to reason, attempting to weigh his offer carefully. “i.... i don't... l-let me, let me think...”
he sighs at your trepidation, and in one swift motion, the ball of his foot presses against the front of your pussy through your sleep shorts, causing you to cling on to his leg and let out a open-mouthed moan as sparks fly behind your eyes. “ah,” he says, clicking his tongue, “i guess if you don't want to, i can't help you—”
“no, no,” you choke out, cutting him off, too desperate for relief. you let out a hiss as he grinds his foot in a way that presses against your clit, “i'll— i'll do it, please! please, i'll do it!”
“you sure? i don't want you to say yes without knowing what you're getting into...”
"katsukiiii!” you whine, the pressure against your sex, combined with your heat, throwing all sense out the window, and leaving only the single-minded goal of wanting to be bred. “i'm sure! please, please h-help me and i'll do it!”
he sighs, your pathetic behavior softening him ever so slightly. “alright, alright, i’ll help you. but you better not forget our deal. and don't complain when i knot you.”
thankfully, katsuki quickly plucks you up from the wooden floor and eases your back against the couch, but not without taking note of how your body trembles underneath his touch in anticipation. hooking his fingers underneath your waistband, he slides off your sleep shorts, your panties coming off with them when he does. with your glistening arousal left to his disposal, he conducts an experimental press to your clit with his thumb, watching how your folds flutter around nothing, your slick drooling down to seep into the fabric of the couch. at his teasing, you cry out, thighs clamping around his wrist. “please don't play anymore,” you beg.
he laughs softly at your impatience, prying your thighs open to free his wrist, before proceeding to shimmy his sweatpants off, and finally freeing his dick, much to your relief. pre cum leaked from the reddened, flared tip, running down the curve of its length, past his knot near the base, and mixing with the tufts of blond hair framing it. “turn around,” he instructs you with the jut of his chin, and you do so, laying flat on your stomach against the couch. a whine slips past your lips when he pauses to grab handfuls of your ass, and you send a weak back kick towards his chest — part warning to hurry up, part protest for him to quit that. he blocks it easily with his arm, chuckling. as the tip of his dick finally kisses your entrance, you can feel your pussy hoping to pull him in. right before you’re about to nag at him to hurry up, he slowly sinks himself in, forcing out a shameless whimper from you as you revel in the satisfying stretch.
“fuckkk…” katsuki groans, voice low and raspy, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he adjusts to the almost burning hot heat swallowing up his dick. “forgot how good a pussy in heat feels,” he mumbles to himself, his movements slow and deliberate at first, savoring every clench of your walls.
“faster,” you huff breathlessly, to which he can’t help but let out a scoff at. “faster? whatever you say...” he says, dryly but compliant, now increasing the speed to the point where his balls were slapping against your clit with every stroke.
in tandem with his movements, you push your ass against him, his hands working up your body to cup your breasts as he angles himself to bully his dick deeper inside of you. as you eventually take him to the base, you find your toes curling with every slam of hips against you as they now become more and more brutal. “kats—! wai— slow down,” you slur in between gasps, drool dripping down your chin as he continues the pace.
“isn’t this what you just asked for?” his brows knit together at your indecisiveness before snaking his arm around your throat in a firm chokehold. “jesus… i feel like all you do is ask for more and more...”
your eyes go wide with panic as you splutter and struggle for air, his chest pressing against your back as he buries himself even deeper. the movement of his thrusts now were barely half an inch in distance, yet they were hitting that spot inside your walls that nearly knocked the wind out of you, over and over. eventually, you go limp, deciding just to take it.
“there we go, that’s a good look on you,” he laughs breathlessly, watching how your brain turns to mush under him. as your cheek presses against his bicep, you could feel your orgasm approaching.
“b-bite, please,” you cry out pathetically, voice strained from his chokehold on you.
katsuki raises an eyebrow at that, letting up with his arm in order to let his teeth graze your nape. “here?” he asks, like he wouldn’t know. when you nod mindlessly, he just laughs, teeth sinking in teasingly, but not enough to break skin. “like that?”
you can’t help but let out a sob at his ministrations, desperately craving more. “katsuki!” you choke out.
a snicker leaves his lips before he follows through at last, biting down hard at your nape. as the euphoria from the bite tips you over the edge, a moan is ripped out from your throat as you cum, leaving you whimpering with every wave of the aftershocks.
just a few minutes later, he follows suit with a deep groan, his dick pulsing and throbbing inside you as he cums. as thick warm ropes flood your walls, you can feel his knot swelling and locking you together with an unfamiliar heaviness. feeling satisfied for the moment, you lay there sleepily, your hair sticking to the sweat on his chest. once he catches his breath, katsuki adjusts the two of you, shifting you over so you lay on top of him while you two remain knotted.
as you drift off into sleep, ten minutes or so pass in stillness before katsuki catches the faint rattle of the front doorknob and the soft rustle of grocery bags. he stays still, too drained to move, bracing for whatever lecture izuku might unleash. but as your owner enters the house, there is none. instead, izuku merely casts a brief glance at his pets, more intent on heading to the kitchen, and setting a gallon of milk, amongst other groceries, carefully in the fridge before moving to the bookshelf to switch off the camera he had left there.
“nice to see you two getting along,” he says with an amused and knowing smile.
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It’s finally here! my first kinktober posting on tumblr!! soso excited to write these shorts and oneshots for you all °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
this is the list- at the start of November, I’ll open requests to extend these oneshots into fully fledged fics!
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day 1-joint overstimulation | Keigo Takami
day 2-dacryphillia | Dabi
day 3-mutual masturbation | Hanta Sero
day 4-finger sucking | Shoto Todoroki
day 5-omegaverse | Katsuki Bakugo
day 6-dumbification | Hitoshi Shinso
day 7-marking | Dabi
day 8-accidental vouyerism | Shouta Aizawa
day 9-teacher x student (roleplay) | Tenya Iida
day 10-blowjobs | Atsuhiro Sako
day 11-handcuffs | Denki Kaminari
day 12-service top | Toshinori Yagi
day 13-power bottom | Katsuki Bakugo
day 14-choking | Tomura Shigaraki
day 15-sex pollen | Naomasa Tsukauchi
day 16-creampie | Tamaki Amajiki
day 17-messy sex | Denki Kaminari
day 18-mirror sex | Keigo Takami
day 19-underwear gags | Tamaki Amajiki
day 20-biting | Eijiro Kirishima
day 21-praise | Izuku Midoriya
day 22-degradation | Neito Monoma
day 23-lingerie | Shoto Todoroki
day 24-hair pulling | Hizashi Yamada
day 25-spit | Hitoshi Shinso
day 26-spanking | Shouta Aizawa
day 27-breeding | Tomura Shigaraki
day 28-hot tub sex | Tenya Iida
day 29-wall sex | Eijiro Kirishima
day 30- claustrophilia | Izuku Midoriya
day 31-threesome | Dabi + Keigo Takami
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