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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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✩࿐TRACK 02: ONOFFONOFF. eijirou kirishima (2K)

about. by day, kirishima fights crime to keep everyone he loves safe. by night, you’re fighting to keep your relationship alive, even while everything else is crumbling to pieces.

warnings. minors, ageless and ageless blogs do not interact! suggestive, angst, hurt-comfort, hopeful/open ending, toxic relationships, dry humping, civillain + fem!reader, pro hero!kirishima.

things to note. happy saturday homies, i hope you enjoy this second instalment !! i adore writing angst pieces so it was nice to go back to that, enjoy mwah ! <3 - masterlist / series masterlist / playlist ✩

how could anyone ever hate eijirou kirishima.

by day, he’s everybody’s favourite pro hero. though number five on the ranks, red riot has a comforting charm that dazzles the public. fear dissipates almost instantly whenever he was on the scene, as if there was never anything to be afraid of in the first place. he is calm while he works, caring. holding crying babies to his plush chest as he breaks through burning buildings, pulling dazed strangers out of the way of speeding cars, taking out criminals with brute force and bright banter.

he’s wonderful with kids as well, which by extension, makes kirishima popular with the parents — often using their starry eyed little ones for a chance to get close to the bulky hero. of course, your boyfriend doesn’t realise. he doesn’t take note of the lingering touches during touching family photos with him, numbers slipped into his hero costume or how people lean against kirishima desperate for a messy signature to be scrawled across inappropriate parts of their bodies.

eijirou is too nice to say no, to set boundaries. he’s warm and friendly — the perfect aura of sunshine. in some ways, you can understand the way the world almost revolves around him. why all the people and their planets make him the centre of the universe. after all, it’s part of the reason you ended up dating him.

but the press adore him too, they really do. their beloved red riot is always willing to stop for interviews even when he’s busted and beaten, they love the way he leans down (all 6’5 of him) to hear the reporters better. they eat up the way he blushes and bumbles humbly whenever he’s asked about the status of his relationship. to which he answers “i wouldn’t say there’s anyone in particular that’s in the picture right now…” while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, accidentally showing off his bulging muscles and firm chest.

how could you ever hate eijirou kirishima.

by night, he’s supposed to be yours and only yours. but you can smell floral perfumes on his collarbones from fans that get too close and you can feel the distance grow between you like an invisible barrier.

you hate that kirishima lies about your relationship to the public just as a ‘precaution’ when it’s clearly a ploy from eijirou’s marketing team to keep him the lovable, single, himbo hero. you hate that it makes you want to push him away.

it’s not just you and him in this partnership. it’s you, eijirou and the whole world that eagerly watches his every move — and it’s starting to make you feel like a third wheel, like less of a priority, like more of an accessory.

you don’t know when loving eijirou kirishima becomes difficult and starts to feel like a chore — in your mind, you’re under appreciated. he comes home from work, sleeps, and leaves before the sun rises without giving you an ounce of attention (aside from the money dropped into your bank account as an apology). the dates that you plan become less frequent too, or when they do happen, kirishima leaves halfway through with a lopsided sorrowful grin.

“the world isn’t gonna save itself, yanno. someone’s got to be on the scene.”

you fill the void in your heart with your work, spending time with friends who don’t offer the same comfort as your long-term partner and lazing about the house. but being alone gives you the space to begin resenting kirishima, giving into the toxic comparisons of your relationship against that of others — todoroki and his girlfriend are getting married soon, why aren’t you and eiji?

it’s not like you haven’t brought this up before, over quiet dinners interjected with snide remarks — it only ever leads to screaming matches that end with your throat raw and kirishima slamming doors so loud that the house shakes. but brought back together by the toxic cycle of love, you end up back in his bed and he ends up back inside you — taking root in your ribcage right where your heart lies, the thorns on his roses piercing the beating muscle.

you cough up perfumed petals like you would blood, kirishima leaving fatal wounds on the inside of your chest cavity.

it doesn’t stop the way you so brokenly make love, tearing one another apart and piecing you back together like patchwork.

“careful.” your boyfriend mumbles through swollen lips as they press against your own. he lets your tongue slide into his hot mouth, your noses pressed up against each other — breath ragged.

your hands reach for eijirou’s shirt to tear through it. each of your movements are calculated to replace what traces from others linger on him. you pull, bite and scratch at golden skin that is already littered with scars from his battles. those where he protected the country he loved, the people who loved him. “slowly…” kirishima ushers, you gently, tilting his head back when you tug on the black roots of his hair to gain access to his neck.

“d-darling, what’s the hurry?”

you love him so much that you think you might hate him even more. he’s so perfect, he doesn’t colour outside of the lines, he touches you like you’re a house made of cards even though his fingertips set your entire body on fire.

blood rushes through your ears, carrying a heat that blossoms in your lower tummy and intoxicates kirishima as you kiss him again — teeth sinking into his lower lip until it bleeds.

“c-can we talk?” kirishima stutters out as your tongue glides under his earlobe next and your hips slot against his perfectly, grinding down into his hardening cock. “w-what’s going on? fuck,” he curses, hips bucking up instinctively. “what’s going on with you?”

“nothing.” stop talking.

“darlin’, you’re being a little rough…” shut up.

“you usually like that.” you utter breathlessly, switching sides to leave marks on the unmarred portions of his neck.

this time, however, the red head grips your hips a little tighter — halting your movements and pushing you back so he can get a better look at your face. “baby, let’s just—“

“what, kirishima?” finally, you snap — glaring at him long and hard. “what could you possibly have to say now? that you can’t fuck me tonight because you’re too busy working? cause you’re busy thinking of bending over that pretty, ditzy little reporter from work today ‘cause she’s a little more tolerable than me? what is it eijirou?” you punctuate each of his words with a jab to his muscular shoulder, though the man is sturdy enough not to feel it.

you’ve had this fight before, dozens of times and on more occasions than you can count on both hands. eijirou either tunes out to play innocent or he snaps back with all teeth bared and fangs on display.

“you’re being unfair.” is all he says, tone dull and lifeless just like it’s been before. it’s like he’s given up on the two of you, not that you’d blame him. there’s no more fight left in the two of you for your love, only fuelled by the anger and resentment you feel towards each other.

“what next? bet you’ll think i’m being unreasonable.”

“you are being unreasonable.”

“oh i’m sorry, is that a problem for you? am i inconveniencing you, riot?”

“come on, what’s with the attitude?”

“excuse me?”

kirishima exhales shakily, letting go of your hips to pinch the bridge of his nose. his ruby eyes shoot everywhere but you, he can’t even stand to look at you when arguments like this come up. those eyes of his, they carry too much shake and guilt. “you always get like this. when i come home and i just want to be close to you and you get all…aggressive.” he spits out harshly, like the words are poison on his tongue, like he can’t stand to see what your love has soured into. “angry like you want to hurt me when i’m trying to love you.”

you scoff, rolling your own jewelled eyes. “love me? don’t make me laugh, eijirou. you don’t know the first thing about loving anyone except for you and your job.”

“will you at least fucking explain what i did tonight, ‘cause i’d love to know what’s got you so bitter, sweetheart?” hurt echoes in his timbre voice. you wish that you could tell him, but you flounder for words and react with rage instead — how can you tell the man you wanted forever with that you hate the hero he’s become?

“fuck you, red!” you stand, retaliating instead of communicating your needs properly. “fuck you, mister red ‘righteous’ riot, mister eijirou ‘incapable of doing wrong’ kirishima.”

kirishima’s face crumples but he follows suit, standing, but he doesn’t make a move to come closer. “what’s your fucking problem? what did i do?”

“the blame is never on you, is it?”

“well i’d like to know why it should be! if you’d just—“

“it’s like you have no sense of accountability—“

“i’m trying—“

“—like honestly, fuck you, eijirou.”

“you’re not letting me talk!” the redhead damn near screams, the base in his voice shaking your house, bouncing off the walls. he sounds drained, pained and no amount of medication can fix it. you’ve blackened his heart with scorch marks and danced amongst the flames and now you’re finally seeing that it’s not just you who this relationship is crushing.

each word you spit kirishima cuts him into the shape you want him to be, wounding him deeper than any battle scar.

“and you’re not letting me fucking breathe!” you shout back rather than listening to logic. it’s a low blow, you’re highly aware — a reference back to the early days of your relationship when kirishima overcompensated his absence for affection. he thought you’d worked through it. you liked to throw it back in his face when you were mad. you’re stubborn, you always have been, but for some reason you want to hit kirishima where it hurts. you want to cut him up into the perfect shape, until he feels exactly how you feel.

when he finally makes a move, you become aware of his sheer size for the first time that night. eijirou would never hurt you, he couldn’t harm a fly even if he wanted to but that doesn’t mean you’re not scared of his presence. kirishima touches every corner of the room, his anger flooding through it and pushing you under so that you’re drowning in your own mistakes and his too.

“you’re suffocating me too,” he mumbles, voice just above a whisper and you relax into his arms. “i’m trying so hard to be the man that you want me to be. you take so much, you want even more. you want a house and you want kids and i want to give you that too but you make it so hard. when you hurt me like this.” he’s being honest, the truth scratching at his throat as the pro-hero vocalises what you’ve failed to communicate for months. you’ve been selfish and he’s been avoidant, the pair of you only hurting one another, carving cuts so deep the wounds won’t heal and the blood won’t stop pouring unless either of you do something. and fast.

“where do we go from here?” you don’t even realise that you’re crying until your boyfriend swipes the pad of his thumb underneath your eyes, leaving no time for the salty droplet to hit your skin.

your teary gaze is tied to his as kirishima’s ruby eyes glisten under the moonlight. “i don’t know.” he hesitates. “i don’t want you to leave me. you need me.”

you whimper and curl up against his chest. “i don’t want that either.”

kirishima wraps his arms around you like a safety blanket, shielding you from the ugly truth of your own relationship. it’s always on and off with the two of you, but this time you’re determined to make it work — you hope that he is too.

“we have to work on this, on us.” he says firmly, but he squeezes you close as if you might disappear — holds you as if you’re a flower that might wilt if it’s touched. “none of this on and off, we…we gotta talk to each other from now on. yeah?”

“yeah,” for the first time in months, you sink into kirishima’s touch — accept his rough edges and hardened shell, and turn your pain into a promise. “we will.”

a promise to keep dancing together like it’s the first time even when the world around yourself and eijirou kirishima is burning.

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 2 months

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m'starting to get my groove back no emperor so here's a lil valentines day piece i wrote, hope yall enjoy ♡ ! ( a lil bit more love for the hopeless romantic singles like me, ppl in a relationship yall can get that from your s/o's..still love yall tho ♡)

fem reader, katsuki is a nervous lil thing, his friends don't help( they do end up helping him out tho), just pure fluffyness, bksquad boys are sassy towards each other but all in good fun, bkg is a softie, kirimina kinda hinted but eiji shuts it down take it how u wanna, food n takeout mentions,dude talk written by a girl trying her best, kirishima's sheets smell bad lemme know if i missed sum else ♡ !! (no friends to lovers mentioned in this one btw..starting to feel myself goin thru withdrawal already..), not rlly reader oriented like usual but i thought this was cute lol i like the idea of katsuki caring about us so much he goes out his way to ask for help from others (despite hating doing so)teehee (also i like the idea of these silly guys interacting and i like hc-ing them okay okay i'll stop rambling okay-)

the last thing kirishima expected at 9.34 pm was someone basically busting down his door with how hard they were knocking on it.

eijirou opens the door urgently and is even more suprised to see his foul mouthed best friend on the other side of the door.

"woah, bakugou, man !" he exclaims seeing the state his friend was in. his eyes looked droopy and his clothes were wrinkled up like he had done a lot of moving around. usually, he would've assumed his friend had just awoken from a good nap, but his restless expression said otherwise. "what happened to you ? you look—"

" 'm fine." bakugou gruffs hoarsely, taking a deep breath at his friends widened eyes, softening up his demeanor just slightly " i'm good," he rephrased "just—you gonna let me in or what ?"

eijirou sputters out an "of course, of course" only for his friend let himself in before he could even move aside. though he immediately freezes when he sees-

"woah, kacchan's gone nutso ! " denki exclaims, face turning red from laying upside down on kirishima's bean bag for way too long.

"and he's up past 8 ? must be the apocalypse or somethin' " sero chuckles from his place on the floor near the dresser.

bakugou groans has he flops onto eijirou’s bed "of course you losers are here" his complaint is muffled against the pillows, but not muffled enough to where the rest of the boys can't hear.

"hey ! we were here before you ! 'f anythin', you're the one intruding—!" denki gulps, eyebrows furrowed. he quickly spins around to lay right when he feels the blood rushing to his head, taking a deep breath afterwards. sero chuckles and bakugou deadpans at kaminari for a good fourty seconds before slamming his head back down and groans even louder.

kirishima decides he's at a safe enough distance to sit down on his own bed, without making any sudden moves so as not to anger the beast that is an angry, sleepy bakugou. he places a hand near his friends leg, where he deems he's at safe to ask "what's up man ? you're usually in bed by this time.." he hears sero make a noise in agreement.

"yeah, or he's havin' kissy-kissy time with his giiiirrrlffrrieeeend.." kaminari sings, kicking his feet in the air jokingly. bakugou, to everyones suprise, flinches at the mention of you, then slams his head against kirishima's pillow harder and groaning even louder.

all three friends share a curious-somewhat worried look. kirishima nudges his head in bakugou's direction, silently begging his friends to say something. said friends adamantly shake their heads, as if synchronized, making a cross motion with their arms. kirishima sighs to himself, some friends.

yet again, he is the first one to speak up " did..did something happen between you two, didja fight or something ?" he asks carefully, his entire body is strained and the air in the room is so heavy, everybody present ready to get a big portion of the great lord explodo-bomberkill's anger.

only to be met with bakugou turning around to lay on his back eyebrows strained slightly and eyes absent, thinking about something they don't know "what ? course we didn't fuckin fight, idiot." he answers simply.

the three friends all let out an obnoxious sigh of relief, to katsuki's slight confusion.

"hoo, okay." kirishima answered relieved. he knows you and bakugou don't fight very much (which he thinks is super manly) but he knows that when it happens bakugou get's extremely—EXTREMELY—irritable, so it's best to stay away from him while he has his heart broken for a little bit, unless he reaches out by himself, but that only happens when he feels really bad and came to ask for advice on how to get his boyfriend priviledges back. "soo.." eijirou sings "what happened then ?"

bakugou's face hardens and the group stiffens again, preparing for a latent explosion--perhaps the volcano was still dormant and was about to be set off. the three boys hold their breaths.

bakugou takes a deep breath, a sour expression on his face.

3..

bakugou huffs out a sigh.

2...

he opens his mouth to speak and—his cheeks are turning pink ?

"valentine's day's after tomorrow and i don't know what the fuck to get her."

the three boys slump over and kaminari does so so hard his face bangs against the floor. kirishima feels like he's in a sitcom or some gag anime.

" that's it ?" sero chuckles to himself "what ? you're worried for valentine's day ?" sero mocks, gladly taking the opportunity to mess with the blond "that shit's easy man." he cackles, leaning against the dresser more comfortably.

"yeah dude, all you gotta do is get her some chocolates and like—a teddy bear or somethin' girls love that typa stuff !" kaminari piped up, having lifted his head up from the floor. sero nods and bakugou lifts himself up to scoff at them. it feels like it comes from the deepest depth of his very being and kirishima feels a little hurt, despite not being the target of the attack.

"this is why you losers don't have girlfriends yourselves, so i don't wanna hear anythin' from you." kaminari chokes out an "ouch, dude !" " sides, i'm not just gonna settle for that boring ass shit for my girl. no chance in hell." bakugou concludes gruffly.

"yeah, yeah we get it you're the perfect boyfriend" sero quips bitterly, rolling his eyes. " why'd you come here to ask us if, according to you, we get none ?" he questioned raising an eyebrow.

"i came here for shitty hair, not you bastards." the blond spits, rolling his eyes as well before turning to kirishima, who jumps a little at his friends slightly desperate eyes on him.

"woah, i don't have—what makes you think i would be any help ?" the redhead splutters, waving his hands around.

"don't you have something goin' on with alien chick ?"

"what ?! no dude, we're just friends !"

at that, bakugou's eyes widen the slightest bit before he groans for what feels like the 5Oth time tonight, and flops back onto the bed dramatically, turning his head away from his friend " your fuckin' useless too, then." his friend grumbles angrily.

"hey !" kirishima exclaims "mean ! i help you with your girlfriend troubles all the time without having one !"

bakugou turns to face his friend again with narrowed eyes, before exhaling a frustrated sigh and lifting himself up again, eyebrows furrowed. "your sheets smell like ass by the way." he chides, nose scrunched slightly.

"h-hey !" kirishima reiterates " i was gonna wash 'em !"

bakugou gives him an incredulous look, before shaking his head, sighing.

"well look, how about you just get her something you know she likes, isn't that good enough ?" sero offers, shrugging to himself.

"ou ! i saw a guy on tiktok ask his girlfriend out with wingstop, you could like-" kaminari, despite getting lightheaded before has apparently not learned his lesson as he flips around on his back again "—ask her to be your valentines with some fast food chain she likes, and those cute pink heart balloons they sell at the mall, y'know !"

the boys all hum at kaminari's suprisingly helpful idea. kirishima doesn't wanna say it out loud but he really hadn't expected such a cute idea from his electric friend.

"y'know, i was gonna say you were just hungry with the wingstop thing, but that's actually not a bad idea kaminari." sero hums absentmindedly with an impressed expression on his face. kirishima sweatdrops at his lack of tact but isn't really suprised.

"fuck you, man ! you guys never trust me with this stuff." kaminari whines mostly to himself. "yer track record isn't really the best when it comes to scoring girls, is it ?" sero retorts.

kirishima shakes his head seeing his friends start to bicker. he decides to ignore them and turn to his spiky haired friend, who seems deep in thought "well, what about it ? that sound like a good idea ?" he asks.

"s'not half bad.." his friend mutters in response " it's a good start, i guess."i if he notices how kaminari presses a hand to his chest with a heartfelt look on his face, he doesn't comment on it.

"oh, maybe try the take-out and a movie, i'm assuming you're not trynna have a whole celebration, yeah ?" bakugou grunts in response, his nose scrunches as he cringes thinking about the idea. he shakes his head "no, want it to be..about just the two of us, y'know ?" he utters honestly, in a way that sounds way too out of character from him.

a symphony of awwwss resonates around the room and katsuki feels his cheeks heat up hard as he harshly tells his friends to shut up.

" but seriously i'm curious, you guys are already together right ? why would you need to ask her to be your valentine anyway—shouldn’t that be a given ? " sero wonders.

"i don’t fuckin know, my old hag says it’s about the principal or some shit like that." bakugou sighs, flopping back onto the bed and throwing an arm up over his eyes, it seemed like being up so late was affecting him.

"no way dude, you called your mom ?" kaminari asks, jaw practically reaching the floor (or the ceiling..?) in shock. bakugou flushes and splutters as he hears his friends reaction to this apparently shocking news.

“shut up.” he growls “she says it’s important to show i care.. my old man does it an' they're still together right now so he must be doin' something right.

"woah man.." kirishima uttered in awe " you're goin so far to make your girlfriend happy.." he clenches his fist "s-so manly !" bakugou simply grumbles to himself in response.

"honestly..i didn't expect that from you..like at all."

"fuck off !"

"like genuinely, at all. or maybe like, 0.00003 percent cha-"

" i'll fuckin' kill you tape arms !" bakugou barked, small sparks shooting out of his palms as he kneeled at the foot of kirishima's bed in pursuit of the black haired boy. kirishima swiftly swoops in and grabs his friends arm, quickly putting his finger over his mouth

"shhhh, man !" kirishima shushes. " if we're loud, class rep's gonna hear us !" he hisses.

"or worse, mr. aizawa..." kaminari whimpered.

all four boys share a shiver.

afterwards, bakugou sighs, acting as if him almost literally blowing up at his friend a minute ago hadn't happened and gets up to sit on the side of the bed.

"well whatever, i'm satisfied." he says, a little yawn leaving him "my folks gave me some ideas so i'll use those too." his eyes zip around the room and back to the floor, then he closes his eyes and speaks so quietly kirishima barely catches it

"you guys' idea isn't horrible either so i'll keep it in mind..thanks." he utters a quick " 'r whatever." before suddenly getting up and practically sprinting to the door.

it's quiet in the room as everyone sits stunned and kirishima is the first to speak again "o-oh yeah, no problem man, anytime !" he beamed, though still slightly shocked.

"yeah, no problem..!" kaminari can't seemed to decide if he wants to smile or be stunned. his mouth stuck in an awkward half-smile-half- '°O°-' face.

" course." sero raises a thumbs up and a small smile.

bakugou grunts to himself, graces his friends with a simple "night." then pulling the door open quietly, looking around the hallway quickly before swiftly creeping out the room, closing the door behind him. the boys quickly reciprocate the goodnight quietly before he can fully close it. he stutters at the door for a second longer and kirishima knows he heard them then, so he's satisfied.

it's quiet in the room for about 5 seconds after bakugou's left.

"dude, for some reason that made me feel all warm inside..is that just me ?" kaminari hummed, pressing a hand to his chest.

"nope, me too" sero admits, sighing to himself.

"yeah, same here" kirishima says as well, smiling to himself " he really cares about yn, huh ?"

"i can give him that, yeah" sero stretches, getting up so he can jump onto kirishima's bed.

"dude" he lifts his head up "your sheets do smell like ass." sero snickers.

" I- AM-GONNA-WASH-THEM !! "

afterwards valentines day comes around. the boys don't have valentines of their own but when they see you and katsuki hand in hand, with you holding onto those cute pink heart balloons from the mall, wearing a sweater a little too big for you and a valentines day gift bag in your one hand, with bakugou holding onto a bag of take-out and offering them a single side glance and a nod with a half smirk on his lips, they feel extremely proud of themselves. bakugou reminds himself to tell his friends he owes them one.

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gglitch1dd · 2 years

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Day 6: Owing you

Werewolf Bakugou x Kirishima x Midoriya x Half-Human AFAB Reader

You stumble upon a pack of werewolves that are hungry and take an interest in you. They also really like how you smell by the way. And look what nice legs you got.

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NSFW. SMUT.

AFAB (FEM READER IMPLIED)

Warning: Double penetration. Breeding Kink. POLYAMORY- so EVERYBODY gets love. Degrading. Praise. Reader passes out at the end there

You tightened your hood around your head as you tried to stay unnoticed on the woodland path that led from your aunt's village. It was getting late into the afternoon but you could make it before sunset if you stayed on the path and didn’t get distracted. That’s all you told yourself as you tried to ignore the woods around you. You knew that it was dangerous, traveling in the woods by yourself, even more so travelling with food. But you couldn’t ignore the fact that your aunt was need of a visit and you had gone to check if she was well.

You lived in the woods by yourself, in a safe clearing away from all the bad monsters that you knew lived in the woods. It was what comforted you as you walked back. You had always lived outside of the village ever since you were young, and it was just you and your dad. He taught you all about living in the woods on your own, about growing crops and taking care of your chickens. He was the one that made sure that if you were ever in need, you could take care of yourself.

You had obviously asked him why you both lived in the middle of the woods away from the other villagers and all he told you was it was what your mother was comfortable with. You would never understand the stories of your mother nor why your father seemed so enraptured by even her memory, but it was lovely to see regardless and so you stuck with your dad until it was just you now.

As you minded your business, trying to head back home, you heard sniffing. You paused. That caught you by surprise. You turned your head to see a snout trying to make its why into your basket. You jumped forward clutching the basket to your chest. What was following behind you was a very large black wolf. Very large . Around the size of a bear almost. Although he seemed rather skinnier than he could have been. He looked at you with bright red eyes and realising that you had gone defensive, so did he. He bent down in a threatening stance, growling at you with sharp teeth.

Fear went down your spine at the sound of the hostile growl aimed towards you. You took a few hesitant steps back from him, lowering yourself to the ground. “Hey...” You let out quietly and sweetly. You raised your hands up in the air. “I won’t hurt you.” You said softly. You noticed that his eyes went to your basket. That was probably why he was after you. You carefully put the basket down in front of you, lifting your hands freely once more. “You want food?” You asked him.

The wolf upon judging you, noticed something besides the smell of food. He crept towards you, sniffing. You closed your eyes as you moved your neck to be shown, trying to show that you would be of no harm to him. However, it didn’t stop you from thinking about how it would be an easy kill for him that way. The wolf walked to circle you before stopping to sniff your head and your neck. A yipp went out, almost dog like.

You waited but no blow came to you. You slowly opened your eyes to see the giant black wolf standing next to you, sniffing your neck. Suddenly there was licks attacking you. You giggling at the ticklish feeling as he nudged your head and licked your neck in an attempt to befriend you almost. “Hey!” You nudged his snout with your hand, to keep him away from you. “That’s ticklish.” You told him.

The big black wolf trotted with a dog like smile to sit in front of you. His tail wagged behind him as he looked down at you. You smiled up at him. You picked up the basket and decided to take a chance. You slowly stood up in front of him. He just watched you happily. You smiled.

You carefully took a step forward towards him with your hand outstretched. “What a good boy.” You tried out. You watched his tail started to wag a storm at the compliment as you touched his snout experimentally. He leaned into your hand and barked. You giggled. “What a good boy.” You pat him carefully, not wanting to step too far into his personal space. Deciding that he was good for not eating you, you moved the cloth that was covering your basket. You took out a thick slice of chicken your aunt had given you. You saw the way his eyes widened at the food. You carefully put it down in front of him. “Here boy.”

Stepping back away from him, you allowed him space. The wolf sniffed it a few times before immediately diving in to eat the piece of chicken, without hesitation. The poor guy was probably just hungry this whole time and wanted whatever was in your basket. You turned around, allowing him to eat in peace and continued forward. Before you could even get in five steps you felt a nudge to your free hand. You turned around and saw that he was following you with a whine.

You chuckled. “You still hungry?” You asked. You took out three more slices of chicken. “I’m sorry, that’s all I have left.” You tell him as you placed them down in front of him. The wolf bent down and ate one piece, almost faster than earlier. However, he left the other two pieces. He picked them up in his mouth and started to trot to the side of the path away from you. It was then that you realised that his coat wasn’t black. His coat was a deep dark maroon red in the sunlight. He turned to you. He let out a muffled bark in thanks before trotting away. You smiled. “Bye Aka.” You waved your hand. You decided to nickname the wolf ‘Aka’ due to his coat being red.

Feeling good about yourself, you continued to walk back home on the path. Due to your little distraction that was the red wolf, you only got back home just as the sky was darkening and sunset was just about finished. You stepped inside and lit your fireplace. However, while you were busy in your home, you didn’t notice a pair of red eyes watching you from a far.

It had been a day since you last saw the dark red wolf, but he rarely left your thoughts, even now as you watered your garden behind your house. The carrots looked like they were doing well so you hoped that they would be ready to harvest soon enough. You stood with your little watering can as you tried to make sure all of them got water to their soil.

You heard the sounds of the clattering of your mini alert trip wire to the left. You saw on the outskirts of the clearing you lived in was the red wolf who was looking around alarmed at the noise that the little wire on the ground made. You stood back up straight with a smile. You waved a hand. “Hey Aka!” You greeted. Instantly, you took his attention. The wolf carefully stepped over the wire and came barrelling towards you, jumping over the fence that surrounded your gardens as if it wasn’t more than half your size and landed on the gravel away from any plants. He trotted over to you with a bark, moving his head closer to your hand for head pats. You giggled. “Morning beautiful.” You pet his head making his tail wag. He started to pant with a wolf smile as he moved closer to you for more attention. “Oh you love getting some sugar, don’t you?” You asked as you put down your watering can and scratched behind his ear. He sat down immediately and let you do as you wish, scratching and petting his head and collar. He barked at you happily.

Ever since then, red always came around to check on you or to hang around. Sometimes you would even find him guarding your chickens. At first he had wanted to eat them but you had quickly put him straight that the chickens couldn’t be eaten yet and he would have to wait till you want to have one to have. You didn’t have much meat to give him, but he did enjoy cookies.

You never saw him eat them but he did. He took a lot of food back to wherever he lived. You thought that he might have a family or pack of his own that he was providing for, which was where he would go after spending some time with you. You did hear howls in the night more often, loud howls of wolves deep in the forest. However, you never really saw this family until one day you woke up to scratches to your door and the tripwire pans making noise.

You sat up in bed with a grumble. It was time to wake up anyways, but no one liked waking up to a needy wolf scratching away at your door. And didn’t he get used to the tripwire? It was getting colder however, and you would need to get wool to insulate your house better away from the cold. You yawned as you slowly moved towards the door. “I’m coming, Aka.” You told him as you opened the door.

Aka did sit there waiting for you with a happy dog smile but standing a bit behind him, to your surprise, was another wolf. It stayed low to the ground, hesitant and wary of you. It was a deep dark colour like black, but as sunlight hit its fur, you realised it was a deep green almost. It was around the same size as Aka was, but a bit smaller and skinnier too. His eyes however, were enchanting. A deep and swirling emerald, green like the richest of gemstones. The red wolf motioned to the green one with a bark, then moved closer to you for head pats.

You smiled. You ruffled up his fur around his neck and scratched behind his ears. “Hey there, Aka.” You greeted him as you lovingly gave him attention making him relax. The green one looked at his comrade confused at the name. You then turned your attention to his new friend. “Aww, is this your mate?” Immediately the red wolf looked away from you with a huff. The other one also made a huff like noise. You weren’t exactly sure what the huffing meant but you just laughed. You also noticed that he was a male as well. “All right, all right. Well, whatever you are, it’s nice to meet you.”

You carefully walked towards him as well, making the green one take one step back hesitantly. You crouched down to his level and held your hands out. You did the exact same thing you did with Aka. Trying to show you weren’t a threat at all. He came sniffing at your neck. He then picked up on something that the red wolf had also picked up on when he first met you. He nudged your neck again, sniffing around you. Seemingly satisfied, he nudged the palm of your head with his nose.

You smiled, seeing as he was more eased with you. You stood back up. “Hey there buddy.” You scratched the back of his ear. At first he was tense, before he started wagging his tail and panting at the attention. He whined as he moved his head closer to your hand. You laughed. “Oh you also like the head scratches. Hm... what to call you?” You tilted your head as you looked down at him. “Midori?”

Immediately you saw him light up like a candle. He started barking with bright eyes and a dog like smile he nodded furiously and turned to look at the red wolf. He barked as he trotted over to him in excitement. The other one barked as well and the two seemed very happy about that guess. You giggled and nodded your head.

“Alright then, Midori, it’s nice to meet you.” You told him as you walked past the both of them to get treats that you had developed for Aka. They were made almost like biscuits but had little pieces of meat in them. You grabbed a handful and walked back outside. “Here you go boys.” You gave them two each on the floor in front of them. Aka immediately went to eating the snacks knowing that the food you gave him was always delicious. Midori was a bit hesitant, as to be expected, but after smelling nothing wrong, he happily indulged in the food. You watched the two of them wag their tails happily.

Since you met Midori, he would come over with Aka as well. Midori often did the same thing as Aka and kept some of the food you gave him as well. You assumed it was for the same reason and left it be. The two of them were very playful but they also helped you as well, Midori slightly more efficient than Aka. Midori was able to take out carrots without eating half of them and put them in a basket. It was cute watching the two of them work for you out of their own wish. You didn’t understand how wolves could understand you and do it like how you wanted it done, but you were grateful either way.

After a long day when you just wanted to lay in the sun and enjoy yourself, the two would come curl up with you. You found it cute, especially when Midori would dote on Aka, making sure the other bigger one was fine. You found them just adorable and you greatly enjoyed the new company you now had.

However things greatly changed one night when you were finishing up the last of your tasks before bed. You were moving the new bags of wool you had gotten from your aunt over to the patio, trying to get them inside your house when you heard a bark.

You turned your head to see that making their way over to you confidently was Aka and Midori but following them was something not so confident about you. You froze at the gaze you received. Heavy and almost murderous red eyes that were that of blood and not as light as Aka’s. A blond wolf, almost the colour of sand, stalked its way towards you, not as happy as the others to see you. In the darkness, you thought that it was out for blood, red crimson eyes locked onto you.

The two came trotting to you, putting their heads underneath your hands. You subconsciously scratched their heads earning happy rumbles from them. You took a hesitant step forward towards the blond. “Is this your mate?” The both of them seemed happy about that conclusion giving you barks. However the blond male seemed very distraught and in denial about that statement. He growled at the statement only earning whines from the other two. You chuckled in amusement as they followed you towards the blond.

You lowered yourself on the ground carefully, but before you even got to show your hands, you were tackled to the ground. Immediately the other two let out angry growls at the blond for doing that. You were pinned to the ground underneath the huge wolf. He growled down at you, almost daring you to move when he had you down like this. You stilled in fear, your heart pounding out of your chest at the sudden action. He sniffed around you, trying to figure out what it was about you that had the other two so excited and happy. You didn’t move an inch, not wanting to provoke him further. He could smell the fear off of you but he could also smell something else. He paused. His gaze flickered back to you. You didn’t move hoping not to get eaten by their rather hostile comrade.

Suddenly you started hearing the breaking of bones. Your eyes widened as the blond wolf started to shift and change into something you did not expect. A few moments later, straddling your body, keeping you down with his body weight was a man. He had cut out features, a thin waist and the same blood red eyes that the blond wolf had. Swishing behind him was a blond tail the same colour as his puffy ashen blond hair and flickering ears on his head. A huge grin was spread on his face, revealing sharp teeth that could easily pierce skin if he wished.

A chuckle rumbled out of his chest as he looked down to you so condescendingly that it made you shiver with fear. “So you are the person those two knot heads have been fawning over?” He asked. He moved his hands from your shoulders down your body, feeling the warm skin underneath clothes and the fast racing heart in your chest pick up speed. He settled his hands over your abdomen, almost subconciously laying claim to what was underneath skin and flesh. His grin grew. He licked over his teeth. “How delicious.” He grinned.

“Aww, Katsuki. That’s not fair, you’re being rude.” Suddenly walking over to you as well was another man. He had long thick locks of red vivid hair that fell down his back and his shoulders. He had softer red eyes framed by perfect lashes. His ruby red eyes looked at you softly but with a hidden dark desire behind them that made you second guess its existence. One thing you noticed was that he was that he was ginormous. Huge. Stacked with thick muscles and a tall build that was no doubt able to crush you if he wished. He crouched down next to you, tilting his head to the side. You noticed the ears on his head as well that sat fluffed and soft. He had tilted his head just like Aka would. “You just tackled them. I told you to be nice.” He then looked up to the blond with a frown.

“Yah, Kacchan.” Walking over to the three of you was another man. He was less broad than the redhead but clearly was built from years of training. He had mostly scars on his arms but he had a cute face. Which was dangerous because his eyes shone like deep poision and gemstones, made to seduce you in a way you would never suspect, just like Midori. He had curly deep dark green hair with green ears that stuck out of his head. His green tail wagged as he looked down at you. His eyebrows furrowed in worry. “We don’t want to hurt them.” He said sympathetically.

Bakugou frowned. “You can never be too careful.” He crossed his arms over his thick chest with full pecs sitting on his arms, supported by them. “What if they weren’t half wolf, and then? Would you really trust them?” He asked with a glare. “Besides you’re being too soft on them. Eijiro, you’re really going to let them keep calling you such a stupid name like ‘Aka’?” He asked.

Kirishima whined. “But it makes sense. I don’t think it’s too bad.” He expressed honestly. He looked down at you. “I liked the name. Besides at least you got Izuku’s name right.” He pointed out to you with a happy smile.

Midoriya’s tail started wagging harder. He nodded his head. “Yep. It’s my family name. Midoriya.” He revealed to you. He perked up at that. He hit his freckled face with the palm of his hand. “Oh... we haven’t even introduced ourselves. My name is Midoriya Izuku.”

The redhead grinned down at you with sharp teeth. “Kirishima Eijiro.”

The blond also grinned down at you. He placed a hand to his chest. “Bakugou Katsuki.”

It was then, and only then that you realised that they were all extremely and utterly undeniably naked. You screamed as you covered your eyes. “HELP ME! NAKED WOLF MEN!” You screamed.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING NAKED WOLF MEN?”

“KACCHAN! BE NICE!”

“I’M NOT BEING NICE, YOU STUPID NERD!”

“KATSUKI, DON’T BE RUDE TO IZUKU.”

“STOP TAKING HIS SIDE!”

The naked wolf men- werewolves, were all part of a pack and were actually shifters. An ancient race of beings that were between human and animal. They could be either, but their human forms came with some side parts, like ears and a tail. They were stronger, faster and more in tune with animalistic instincts than people, and you noticed that very quickly.

Suddenly you found yourself living with three werewolves and you weren’t exactly sure how to feel about the whole situation. There was Kirishima, the first one you met. He was very excited about everything and was always energetic and ready to help in anyway he could. He was the biggest and probably the strongest (don’t tell Bakugou that) and was basically his wolf form personified. He was very big on the physical affection and was a really beautiful soul. He loved caring for people and helping you the best way he could. He would cut would for the fireplace, help you carry heavy things and always kept your chickens safe from Bakugou.

Bakugou- the chicken hater. He loved chicken, but he hated chickens. He was what the other two referred to as the ‘Alpha’ of the pack which they explained to you was the leader. He was the protector and always made sure everyone was safe and fully before himself. At first you had trouble with him, considering he was always angry or shouting at someone or something, however you got close to him in your own way. He was an excellent cook for one, and was often the one late at night to wake up and make sure everything was safe. I mean of course you, Midoriya and Kirishima had to quite literally rip a live chicken from his mouth but apparently “the chicken had it coming”.

Then there was Midoriya. Midoriya was sweet and caring and also highly intelligent. Once you introduced him to a pencil and paper, you rarely saw him without them. He liked making plans and writing lists and making notes about who knows what. He was very helpful, always arranging chores and helping get the house ready for winter or telling you which part of the forest was best to find certain herbs or plants. Even though him and Bakugou always butt heads and were always at each other’s throats for something, you knew they cared for each other. Or at least, Midoriya cared, Bakugou would just grunt and shrug it off.

Surrounded by the three men constantly, they made your life richer, fuller and easier in a way you didn’t quite understand how. They just loved to take care of you, to make sure you were safe and that most importantly, you knew how much they were grateful for you. Maybe it was your presence, maybe it was the fact that you quite literally let them into your home and were the reason they were all safe inside with an actual home now, but whatever it was, you knew they appreciated you so much. Even though your little house was not exactly big enough to house all three of you some of the time, you couldn’t have been happier.

Besides, Midoriya started plans on renovating, of course Bakugou made some comment and tried to add somethings that didn’t go with Midoriya’s plan. They argued. Bakugou tried to bite Midoriya’s tail off. Kirishima broke it up. Put Bakugou on time out. Scolded Midoriya on entertaining Bakugou. Then you had a very folded ears upset blond and a frowning whining green haired wolf. You gave both tummy rubs and Kirishima a cookie and everything was fine.

That’s just how life was for a while.

Until one fatal winters day.

You were sitting on the floor on your mattress that had been put down there along with a bunch of pillows and blankets because apparently “We can’t all sleep on that small thing, dumbass.”. So now you shared a “den” with three men on the floor. You didn’t really care, it was close to the fireplace, and it was soft and plushy enough to not even notice. You were sitting facing the fire, trying to warm up your hands when the big red haired werewolf walked in.

Kirishima shook his head of snow as he walked in, shirtless of course, and made his way over to you. He settled down behind you with a thud and pulled you into his lap. He released a ramble from his chest as he buried his head into your neck and sighed. He had his arms wrapped around you as he kept you plastered to his chest. You chuckled as you thread a hand through his hair, scratching behind his right ear. He was still warm to the touch, even though just having been outside.

You chuckled. “Hello there, Eijiro.” You greeted him with a smile. He whined, burring his head deeper into the crook of your neck. Holding you closer. You raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?” You asked. “Was Katsuki being mean to you again?” You asked him.

You noticed that his temperature was actually much higher than normal, and his breaths were raging. You were about to ask him if he had caught a cold (served him right for walking around all winter shirtless) but then you felt a hot warm mouth to your neck. He kissed and licked at your neck, a warm and hot mouth against you in eagerness. You felt heat rush to your face at the action.

“Uh... Eijiro?” You let out a bit nervously. “What are you doing?”

Large hands with thick fingers trailed down to your inner thighs. You were wearing your night shorts, since it was late and the house was warm, so he had easy access to that area. He pushed his fingers deep into the muscle of your thighs, messaging deep into them. You couldn’t even tense at the pleasurable feeling as you leaned back against him. You sighed at the wonderful feeling of his fingers on you. However his hands slowly, with their sensual and deep movements, started moving closer and closer to where you started feeling tension now the most. Between your legs. You felt his fingers move underneath the shorts, brushing against your sex just slightly.

Kirishima let out a heavy breath. “I... I know this is sudden, but I really don’t think I can go another day without tasting you. May I? Can I?” He asked in a breathless haze of moving his head from your neck and looking down at you. His eyes were heated and shrouded in lust and a haze of want. You could tell that he was aching from the look in his eyes and the feeling of his hard dick against you.

You nodded your head, just as breathless at the sudden attention. “Yes.”

With permission, Kirishima spun you easily to straddle him and his mouth was instantly on yours. His hands groped at your ass as he pulled you forward to grind against his crotch which made you gasp. His mouth was on yours, his kisses hungry and just as passionate. He wanted so much from you and what you were willing to give, yet he just wanted to drown in your whole being. In your whole thoughts and self. He released a groan as he pulled you closer. You whined as you grinded your hips down against him, your breath stuttering at the feeling of his cock growing harder underneath you, restricted and aching for you.

“Well, you fucking bitches.” You both looked up and back at the door to see Bakugou leaning against the doorway. He had an amused smirk on his face as his tail wagged behind him. “You really started without us?” He turned back into the dark air. “Oi, Deku! Eijiro, the fucking knothead, decided to jump them without us!” He called back to the green haired werewolf. You heard a distant whine at his words. Bakugou turned back to the both of you. Shrugging off his jacket and shirt, Bakugou stalked over to the both of you. “You know Eijiro, that’s a serious offence, babe.” He stated. As Bakugou crouched down next to the both of you, he dug his hand in Kirishima’s thick red locks, tugging on his hair to force his head back to look down at him. Bakugou grinned down at him menacingly. “Bad boy.” He said patronizingly, ripping out a whine from Kirishima, his lips parted.

“I’m sorry Katsuki.” He let out softly. His eyes flickering down to the blond’s lips. His ears were down at the lack of praise and knowing he had done something bad. “I couldn’t help myself.”

Bakugou pouted down at him. “Aww poor puppy couldn’t control his dick.” You let out a gasp as Bakugou’s hand found its way to your body. His fingers crept down the front of your loose shorts and a single finger ran up your slit, making you go stiff on Kirishima’s lap. You relaxed with a breathy moan as he briefly rubbed your clit in circles before sliding his fingers out of your shorts. He looked at his spread fingers watching the slick that twinkled in the fire light. He scoffed. He looked at Kirishima, his grip till tight on his red locks. “Looks like you aren’t entirely bad after all.”

“Kacchan, don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same.” Midoriya stated as he closed the door behind him. His own jacket off and a dark glint in his eyes. The most surprising part of Midoriya was how well he could flip the switch between his bubbly and sweet persona to a man who could make you feel inferior with just a glance. His normally sparkling eyes were dark with desire as he walked over to the three of you. “Poor Eijiro couldn’t control himself.” He said sympathetically as he removed Bakugous hand from Kirishima’s head to thread his own fingers through the luscious red locks. “You know his much more primal than the both of us.” Kirishima closed his eyes at the physical touch. Midoriya smiled at the happy redhead.

Bakugou scoffed, looking away from those two and back to you. His eyes straying over your body, he licked over his lips as his eyes strayed on your legs. “Don’t mind if I do.” He grinned.

You moaned around Midoriya’s cock as you were bounced up and down Kirishima and Bakugou’s cocks that worked together to split you open, double stuffing you. Your mind had long shut down as you relaxed your jaw and your body, only thriving through the pleasure and bliss of the actions.

Midoriya had his hand gripping your jaw with a smirk, his hand was guiding your head as he face fucked you. The head of his cock hitting the back of your mouth. His canines glinting down at you as he chuckled. “What a good doll. Look at you? You’re behaving so well, letting us fuck you like this.” He praised you. He tilted his head slightly as he looked down at you. “Such a good doll.” Your eyes glistened with tears, tear marks already down your cheeks as you looked up at him with the most beautiful tear-filled expression.

Kirishima and Bakugou were in a heated kiss over your bruising neck and shoulder, keeping you pressed up against them as they rutted into like animals. Their cocks rubbing against one another and bullying and shoving for space inside of you. Slick and cum dripped down their breeder balls as they fucked you into oblivion. Your neck was littered in bite marks, sharp bloody ones from all three men that left no room for debate on who you belonged to.

Kirishima whined as he removed his lips from the blond’s, bringing his head to the crook of your neck. His breathing was raging as he held your hips. The feeling of your warm wet velvety walls and Bakugou’s cock moving against his own thick one was too much for him to handle. His head relying on pure instincts as he just went with the pleasure as well.

Bakugou grinned as he looked down at where the three of you were joined. A harmonious sticky mess that squelched and made unholy sounds that he only thought of in his dreams. He could feel your sex start to clench around the two of them and he knew you were about to cum for the nth time. Bakugou chuckled. His blond tufts brushed back away from his sticky glistening with sweat forehead. He looked up at Midoriya. “They’re about to cum.”

Midoriya had his eyes rolled back with a groan. “Fucking good, I’m about to pop a knot in their mouth at this rate.” He let out with a slight growl as he looked down at you. He gripped your cheeks tighter. He growled down at you almost threateningly. “You better continue to be a good doll and swallow everything I give you.” He grunted as he fucked the back of your throat ruthlessly. You whined around his cock, hollowing your mouth and relaxing your throat. You gagged and you could hardly breathe but you didn’t care. Not with everything going on around you. Midoriya moaned at your pliant state, finding it ever so arousing. With a grill and his body growing tense, you felt hot ropes of cum enter your mouth. You swallowed it greedily listening to every word he had said to you. “Fucking hell.” Midoriya groaned. “You’re so fucking good.” He praised.

He let go of you before he could knot your mouth, making you gasp, your jaw aching as you were finally allowed to breathe. That was short lived as you were jolted up and down as the two other werewolves used you as their personal cocksleeve. Kirishima had his head buried in the crook of your neck, his teeth dug into the joint between your neck and your shoulder as he rolled his eyes with a moan.

Bakugou growled as he dug his nails into the flesh of your thighs. “You’re so good. You would make such a good mother to our pups, wouldn’t you? Yah you would. Cause you’re just so- fucking perfect.” He growled out as his knot and Kirishima’s pushed against each other as they tried to push into you at the same time. With a cry, you were clamping down on them, head thrown back as your thighs shivered and shook in an earth-shattering orgasm. The feeling of your cunt milking their cocks for all they were worth forced both men to the edge of their own highs. Their knots fitting together perfectly within you as both men groaned. Warm cum filled up your abdomen, painting your walls white as you slumped against Kirishima’s sweaty warm chest in exhaustion.

Kirishima finally let go of your neck, a line of saliva connecting his canines to your neck. Midoriya sat next to the three of you, his head tilted as he sat back, looking at the beautiful mess the four of you had made. Bakugou was against you, his head on top of yours, with his arms wrapped around you and one of his hands holding onto Kirishima’s waist. Midoriya chuckled as he put a hand through Bakugou’s soft locks of hair making the blond lean against his hand. Kirishima looked down at you.

“Uh... guys...” He let out with a gravelly voice from all his moaning and whining. Both men looked at him, Bakugou more slow to do so than Midoriya. “I... I think we broke them.” He said at your dead asleep figure that was breathing deeply against him as you were sound asleep. Not a single thought in your head.

“Well, that’s no fun.” Midoriya joked with a smirk, folding his arms. Bakugou glanced at him with a scoff and a smirk. Dropping his arms, he brought a hand over to your face. “Poor thing... I think we went too hard on them.”

Bakugou nodded. “Yah, I think so.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened as he looked at the two males in disbelief. “Uh... YOU THINK? THEY’VE PASSED OUT!”

“Now how were we supposed to know that would happen?” Bakugou asked with a furrowed brow. “We can’t see the future! They’ll get used to it.”

You would never get used to it.

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little-bit-of-everything-tbh · 7 months

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"Why do you hate me??"

Katsuki Bakugou x reader

author's note: not sure what this is but it came to me and it seemed cool so, here you go.

ALSO don't be shy to like or comment if you liked it, or if it should or should not have part 2. Okay now go read it bye -vee<3

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Shit! She caught me staring again...fuckfuckfuckfuck why is she getting closer FUCK! Look away! LOOK AWAY CMON IT'S NOT THAT HARD FUCKING SHIT! was what was going on inside Katsuki's head. And for a good reason too. The girl he hated (read: liked asf) was rapidly approaching him.

But...she looked...angry? Huh—

"Listen here!" She said 5 meters away from him, yelling. That caught him off guard, he's not gonna lie.

"Huh-" he tried to say something but before he could she cut him off, not only with words but by getting in his face too.

"I don't know what you got going on inside your little head, but if you think you can just stare like you wanna start a fight at me, or even my friends we're gonna have a problem buddy" she was now doing that thing where you put your point finger against someone chest while yelling at them.

Katsuki could barely get what was happening, with her being this close to him, he was starting to blush and was flustered. He doesn't know what is this supposed to mean because he never expirienced this in his 17 years of life. Is he going to get sick? What was going on??

"Hello??? Are you even listening or are you really that much of a jerk everybody's talking you are?" She looked at him wide eye waiting for his answer.

When she noticed his reddening in face, she misunderstood it, and thought he was getting angry and wanted to yell but was holding back.

"Don't hold back on me! Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't fight!" She yelled.

He was blown. He didn't know what to say. She just looked so...hot, all angry. A stark contrast to her faint smiles at lunch with her friends, or when she did silly things while thinking nobody was watching her, but what can he do when he literally lives two houses apart hers, so he has to go behind her because he doesn't wanna talk to her(he's scared)?

"Hun, let's just go, you won't get anywhere with this..." her best friend tried to stop potential fight.

"NO! He's being an absolute asshole, and a total bitch! Why is he always acting like he's better! You LITERALLY told me people were scared of him. WHY? He can't even answer my questions..." She rolled her eyes at last sentence and just turned around.

"Forget this shit. When you're actually not being a total pussy, contact me to solve this once and for all." She looked at him over her shoulder and then walked away with her friends.

What. The. Actual. FUCK?

The group of people cleared pretty fast, due to Katsuki's "angry" appearance, scared a little.

While he just stood there.

"Hey bro, what was that all about?" Ejirou Kirishima, his best friend approached asking worried what his best friend might have done now.

"Ejirou...I think I'm in love" Katsuki said, out of breath, not even knowing how, or why those words came out.

"...well I called it"

"Shut the fuck up" Katsuki grumbled while those two walked to arcade to have a serious talk about what next step is.

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mysteriesmuse · 1 year

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The Hop-Hug & Twirl a.k.a the Pick-Up + Spin 💪💗

Currently thinking about Y/N being so excited about her achievements that she just needs that sort of external-validation that like yes!! you did awesome! good job!! 👏👏

and I’m just imagining all of Class 1A getting to that realization. I mean they’re all already extremely close (found family vibes fo sho) and supportive of each other.

It becomes a whole routine that everybody knows: boyish grins and slaps on the back, a smile and ruffled hair, freshly brewed mugs of people’s favorite tea, clutched hands and screaming and jumping in place with all the girls . . . And it’s almost natural now for everybody in 1A to give this physical touch and affirmations of praise. However . . . the cliched hop, hug, and twirl is a signature Midoriya or Kirishima or even Shoji or Iida reaction. And Everybody in Class 1A loves vaulting themselves at these boys bc they’re such strong heroes with loving personalities who won’t drop you to the floor. No questions asked. And who can resist Kirishimas toothy grin, or Midoriya’s blushed stuttering, or Shoji’s warm cuddle, or Iidas bright and shiny “CONGRATULATIONS” ??

However, it’s only you that can manage to get Katsuki do the “pick-up and spin.” When you dash into the living space beaming with that pearly white smile. The way you reach your hands into the air and continue approaching in your sprint and say, “quick! something good happened! I need up!”

Katsuki will always turn around and pivot holding his muscular arms out as you cheer and do a little hop with your little skirt poof before Katsuki wraps his arms around your thighs and gives you that twirl. And the grumpy blonde always takes an extra minute of keeping you in his arms up in the air (it’s not like you weigh much to him) where he stares up at you. Hair wildly flung around your shoulders as you softly pant and steady yourself with that feathery touch to his shoulders and Katsukis always asks in that deep gravely voice of his “whats y’er good news?” And it’s only then, after he’s had his extra second hugging you and a second look at your face, that he’ll gently slide you back down onto the ground where you’ll start bouncing up and down on your toes as you share your good news with the class.

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou headcanons #bakugou drabble #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #mha fanfiction #bakugou fluff #bnha fluff #bnha fanfiction #I WANT THIS SO SO BAD

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love-fictional-ppl · 1 month

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Stoner!Bakusquad

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Summary: reader is apart of the Bakusquad and they all r stoners

Pairings: platonic!katsuki bakugou x reader, platonic!Eijiro Kirishima x reader, platonic!pansexual!Denki Kaminari x reader, platonic!Hanta Sero x reader, platonic!mina ashido x reader, romantic!Eijiro Kirishima x Mina Ashido, past!mina ashido x Hanta Sero, (Kinda)Mina ashido x reader (yall made out)

Warnings: language, marijuana and vaping, alcohol, mentions of sex specifically high sex, masturbation mentioned, plug!sero

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The most chaotic yet iconic smoke circle ever.

Twice a week everybody goes to Sero’s apartment for the smoke sesh

Usually hangouts are held at bakugou’s except he doesn’t like the smell trapped around his place

Bakugou actually has came to rely on the ritual. He lowkey gets annoyed whenever plans are cancelled

Sero smokes a lot it’s ridiculous

Sero and Mina both get horny when they’re high

one time before Mina and Kiri got together, Mina was so high and horny that she hooked up with Sero(who was also also high and horny)

All hangouts are pretty lowkey but Denki always tries to turn it into a party by bringing his speakers and a couple bottles of booze

You, Denki, and Mina are usually the ones who drink

Bakugou only drinks after a rough day, he claims the liquor makes him feel “vulnerable”

Kirishima doesn’t smoke too often but he loves the hangout vibes

When Kirishima and Mina got together he started smoking more except usually him and Mina left early so they could go home and fuck

Bakugou is actually really cute when he’s high don’t tell him that tho. He gets really giggly but if u annoy him he will quickly snap at you.

Denki usually winds up getting the munchies really bad and makes the group go to whatever fast food joint he’s craving that time

Everybody has a slightly different music taste so you guys pull straws each hangout to decide who gets control, somehow kirishima almost always wins

Sero likes to prank call when he’s high. No explanation necessary.

You and Mina play fight when your drunk, occasionally you make out

When you all were really stoned one time Denki confessed that he thought about all of you while masturbating atleast once

Sero makes weird food combos when he has the munchies

Sero also definitely sells weed and Denki buys off him

One time Denki convinced you all to host a party. It was a disaster. Bakugou was mad since you guys were at his apartment.

Overall a 9.8/10 💨 ⭕️

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Only sorta proofread😭🤞

#katsuki bakugo mha #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia #denki kaminari #pro hero bakugou #bakusquad #kirishima eijirou #mina ashido #sero hanta #kirishima eijiro x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #sero hanta x reader #plug!hanta sero #stoner!bakusquad #mha denki #denki x reader #mina ashido x reader

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yukimiyaz · 1 year

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PRETTY LITTLE NUMBER

mina ashido x fem!reader

INCLUDES: thigh riding. use of good girl. mina being hot

NOTES: another old thing i forgot i wrote lol

“you’re so pretty,” mina hums as she pulls back from the kiss, licking her lips to snap the string of spit separating the two of you. “aren’t you?”

“mhm,” you nod, eyes cloudy as you chase after her pretty, pink, lip gloss smeared lips.

but mina doesn’t even think you really hear her, thinks you’d probably agree to just about anything right now based off that look on your face. and really, she can’t blame you and she can’t say she minds. you do look really pretty like this; swollen lips and messy hair and clothes half hanging off of you. she’s thankful she decided to leave that gala early after all if this is what was waiting for her when she got home. you; in her t-shirt you’ve claimed as your own and her favorite pair of panties. you; waiting on the edge of the bed with your lip tucked between your teeth. you; jumping her the second she’s within reach with a love drunk gaze and needy hands like you’ve downed some kind of potion.

yeah, you’re so pretty.

she wants to fuck you up.

“missed me, hm?” she asks, and you hum, and she smiles—because you’re still trying to chase after her, settling for her neck instead of her lips when she turns her head at the last minute. “just couldn’t wait for me to get home.”

“you looked so hot in that picture. couldn’t..couldn’t not think ‘bout you.” and you’re panting, so out of breath already and you haven’t even done anything. mina doesn’t miss it, the way your hips twitch. how they jerk down ever so slightly like they’re searching for something.

so she supplies you, as she always does, and slips a thigh between yours. she grins when she feels your moan ghost against her throat as your hips roll down this time, relishes in it like the warmth of a shower’s steam. she slides her hands up the expanse of your thighs, thumbs at the crease where they bend before settling at your hips. you sound so needy, so wanting, that she just can’t help but help you.

after all, this is her fault, isn’t it? she’s the reason you’re so worked up.

it had been an accident, honestly. an innocent mistake. you got off work late tonight and wouldn’t be home to make it to the gala. mina didn’t want to go without you, she told you walking in without her pretty little arm candy was pointless. but you’d convinced her, told her to go have fun with her friends, that you’d be home by the time she got back.

so it was innocent; when she snuck off to the bathroom about an hour in to the bummer of an affair and snapped a picture for you. it was just her in her dress, a sleek red number that was cut and curved in all the right ways that showed off, well, everything good about her. it had a simple caption, “so boring without you babe :(.” nothing special.

but honestly you weren’t too focused on the caption.

no, you were focused on the way her dress cut all the way down to the bottom of her sternum, the curve of her breasts filling out quite perfectly and giving anyone who’d dare to look a nice view. you were focused on how it really was a little number, hardly going under her ass, with a slit on the side clean up to her hip—no underwear in sight. you were focused on the way that she angled the picture so you could see her back, the entirety cut out and showcasing the expanse of her smooth, pink skin until the ink at the base of her spine. ink that spelt your name. ink that was there for everybody to see.

that warmth that had rushed between your thighs pooled up embarrassingly fast, and you couldn’t even think straight enough to conjure up a text back. which is what so happened to prompt mina to leave early, because it wasn’t like you. you’d always text back. always respond. especially when it was pictures. so she ditched; used you as an excuse when she gave kirishima a kiss on the cheek goodbye, waved to her friends. said you weren’t feeling good.

when in reality, you were apparently feeling the exact opposite.

“ashi!—“ you gasp as she guides your hips down, drags your dampened clothed cunt across her thigh with a purpose. you’re so wet already, she wonders if you were touching yourself before she got here.

“what, baby? what does my pretty girl want now?” she coos, and it’s a little condescending, a little titled at the edges. a tease disguised with adoration.

“i just.. i want..” and you’re so fucked, so out of your pretty little head that mina can’t help but laugh as she forces you to grind faster, harder, closer. she soaks in the cries you let out like rays of sunshine, basks in them like radiation from a space heater. you want her and she wants you to lose your fucking mind.

and it seems you’re pretty close to it.

“f-fuck,” you preen, throw your head back on your shoulders as your thighs twitch on either side of ashido’s. you don’t know how you got so close so fast but the pace is nearly dizzying. “please, i’m- i-“

“you’re what?” the wolffish grin on mina’s face is involuntary, she swears. you just bring out the absolute worst in her, and that isn’t her fault at all.

“hm? close?” she tugs your hips.

“right there?” her perfectly manacured nails dig into your plush skin.

“gonna cum?” and she bounces her thigh beneath you just as she grinds you down and the heat you’ve been drowning in is finally bubbling up to the surface all in one go.

“ashi, fuck!” you cry out, cling to her with your arms around her neck and claw at her shoulders as your hips jerk and shake and tense. you arch beautifully, such a pretty curve as you press your body into hers, dipping off with your head thrown back in a way that looks nearly painful. god you’re so pretty.

mina continues the gentle push and pull of your hips as you come down, rolls you along her thigh just to feel the twitch of your panty-clad pussy against her leg. she swallows down the whimpers you let out with drawn out kisses, letting every sound roll off your tongue and onto hers as you slowly but surely ease up.

with one last peck she pulls away from you, presses her thumb into your spit slicked bottom lip before pulling it down and letting it go to trace her hand down to your throat.

“good job, pretty baby,” she smiles, completely genuine and addicting as she slips her hand from your throat to your shoulder. she shoves it gently, forces you down little by little, until before you know it you’re stomach down on the mattress and face to face with her hips.

she hikes her dress up with a practiced ease despite the tightness and unveils her pretty pussy to you—no underwear underneath. you think for a second, about how your suspicions were just confirmed, but a second is all you get before a hand in gripping the back of your head and pulling you towards her perfect cunt. you look up at her and are greeted with hooded eyes absolutely dripping with desire.

“now be a good girl and return the favor.”

#yukimiyaz writing #mina ashido x reader #mina x reader #mina ashido smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha smut

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veenxys · 2 years

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「When someone pretends to be your friend only to flirt with BNHA Boys」

⤷ Bakugou he’d catch even a different look or a sweeter word coming from your friend, and he’d be even quicker to show her that he’s not interested because he’s too busy being in love with you to even think about someone else. he tries to ignore her, but she continues. he tries to get away from her, but she follows him. until one moment he ends up exploding and telling her hard and thick truths; which makes her upset and teary-eyed, but well, he’s too busy demonstrating to you that you’re the only one to even notice her.

⤷ Deku it would take him some time to realize that your ‘friend’ is flirting with him, but when he does, he’s so embarrassed and uncomfortable. he tries to come up with some excuse to get away from her but that doesn’t convince her, she always finds some way to go after him. he wouldn’t like, but he would have to take this problem into his own hands because he doesn’t want to make you upset or insecure. so he tries to be polite and tell her that he is with you and that he has no interest in her; he uses fake smiles and understanding looks so she doesn’t feel bad - and honestly, he regrets it later when he finds out she pretended to be your friend.

⤷ Kirishima

he would try to be as polite as possible when he realized what was happening, but as soon as he saw your discomfort and embarrassment he would immediately tell your friend to stop or say something like “i already have an s/o, i don’t need it and nor do i want another” in a polite but notoriously irritated manner. after that he would try to demonstrate as much as possible that his words were true, that he doesn’t want someone else, he wants you, and only you.

⤷ Todoroki

todoroki honestly wouldn’t even notice; he’s too oblivious to notice your friend’s strange behavior. he genuinely thinks she’s very friendly like: wow! she was so cool! he never realizes that she might be flirting or being fake until he realizes how angry/sad you are after every interaction. after that, he would avoid her like the plague because of how awkward he feels around her. you’re the one for him and he thought it was obvious but if it wasn’t before; he’ll make it obvious every day so you - and her - never forget.

⤷ Denki

he knows exactly what she’s doing but he kind of finds this whole situation funny because he shows you to everybody and everybody knows you’re his and he is completely yours, so he thinks it’s funny and silly how anyone can try take him away from you. most of the time he ignores her but sometimes he likes to say something funny just to fight back because honestly anyone who wants to hurt you is like an insult to him too. you’re in this together, so he takes these things personally.

“can you help me put this on the shelf? it’s so tall and i’m so small.. :(“ she says innocently as she looks at him.

“damn, i’m small too.. what a pity ¯\(ツ)/¯”

⤷ Tamaki

he would be so confused and so uncomfortable; he doesn’t know how to react because he doesn’t like to be rude to other people, but this whole situation makes his anxiety increase much more than he could have imagined. as she continues talking and approaching him, he looks for you with anxious and desperate eyes, and when you see him, you feel your heart ache in your chest. he looks so fragile and small when she is next to him, but you’re a little relieved to see that all the tension and fear that was in his eyes has eased a little when you arrived - as has the red in his cheeks. honestly this whole situation would probably end with a confrontation between you and her because you’ve never seen tamaki so uncomfortable before.

“thanks y/n,” he is so relieved and grateful when you’re finally alone, “i’m so glad we don’t need to talk to her anymore” he says as you hug him, feeling him melt into your touch.

⤷ Shinsou

he would be very uncomfortable with the whole situation once he realized what the girl’s real intentions were; he always saw her as friendly and kind, but that went a little too far when she started invading his personal space. he hated it not just for her touching him or asking deep questions about him, he hated it because it wasn’t you. you’re the only one on his mind; the only one he wants. so he tries to come up with an excuse to get away from her and come to you; he takes one last look at her before putting his arm around you and giving you a tender kiss on the cheek.

⤷ Hawks

he’s a kind of person who catches everyone’s attention, not only for being hero number two, but also for being very pretty. and even with all the attention he gets, he’d never do anything to make you doubt his love for you because his heart chose you, and only you. he is such a loyal and honest boyfriend; and he wouldn’t act differently around your fake friend. he doesn’t speak to her unless absolutely necessary and barely looks at her. unfortunately that doesn’t discourage her. he’s put up with everything until one day while she’s talking about his hair, she starts running her fingers through it, that’s when he decides he has to be very clear and probably hurt her feelings.

“uhm… my hair is beautiful because y/n helps me take care of it” he says taking her hands uncomfortably, “i'm glad they help me though. i don’t know what my life would be without them.” he says with a hard but at the same time meaningful smile, which makes her flinch a little.

⤷ Dabi

since when dabi’s heart decides to be yours, it’s like the two of you are linked; an intangible and strong love that he wouldn’t trade for anything in the world, in fact, he would protect it with his life. then he wouldn’t handle this situation very well; when he realizes that the girl is crossing the line and starts being ‘too friendly’, he starts ignoring her or else giving her dry and rude answers that makes her flinch a little. he demonstrates in every way that he is not interested and that his heart is yours and yours alone. but if the girl still continues, he won’t think twice before pulling you by the waist and giving you a passionate and long kiss in front of her, running his hand over your body and smiling when he puts his arm around your shoulder and looks at her deeply as if to say something like “you will never replace them. no one will.”

⤷ Shigaraki

shigaraki couldn’t stand even half a second next to the girl. he’s completely and hopelessly in love with you and everyone knows it, so why doesn’t she see it? he ignores her and on the rare occasions he does speak to her, he gives harsh and disinterested answers. he often pulls you into his lap when your ‘friend’ is close; he leaves kisses on your shoulder and neck as he wraps his arms around you, demonstrating that you are his, and he is completely yours. and if the girl doesn’t give up, he’ll give her enough reasons to never look at him or get close to you again.

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specialagentlokitty · 16 days

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Midoriya x reader - confidence and trouble

HEYA, I have yet another idea. So mha boy(s) of ur choice were the reader LOVES herself like they know their powerful and a lowk a BADDIE. And the boy(s) love seeing her be so confident about herself and such😜💪 - Anon💜

Standing with your back against the wall in the training ground, you cracked a small smirk as you listened to the sounds of your classmates training.

“You’re supposed to be training.”

You glanced up at your teacher, giving a small shrug.

“I already know the limits of my quirk All Might, this is pointless training.”

The hero sighed.

“There’s no harm in training some more, I have no doubt you’ll be a strong hero, but you’ve still got a long way to go.”

“You watched the sports festival, do you really believe that?”

“You are full of pride, that isn’t all bad, but s not exactly a good thing.”

You scoffed, bringing a dagger out of your pocket, balancing the tip of your blade on the tip of your finger.

Tossing it up, you grabbed the handle, with a flick of your wrist, you threw it across the training ground, as soon as it hit its mark you followed it.

It only took a couple of seconds for you to appear at the top of training ground, balancing on one of the support beams.

“Get down from there it’s not safe!” All Might scolded.

Picking up your dagger, you walked along the support beam, tossing the dagger up and down in your hand, looking down at the hero.

“Stop telling me you know my strength! You don’t know anything!” You called back down.

You huffed, crossing your arms as you watched all the other students training.

Kirishima gave you a grin and a thumbs up, and you gave one back.

“I love my quirk!” You yelled proudly.

The others all cheered and yelled out with you, and you threw the dagger down, following it to the floor, picking it up you grinned brightly at your teacher.

Aizawa sighed, crossing his arms as he looked at you with a disapproving look.

“You know the rules, you have to train as well.”

You readied your dagger, bracing your feet as you grinned from ear to ear, lunging at your teacher.

He easily avoided your attack, grabbing your arm he threw you to the side, then sighed heavily.

“Stop trying to attack me.”

“Come on! Nobody else in the damn class is fast enough!”

“Train with Midoriya, or Ilda if speed is the problem.”

Throwing a dagger behind him, you tossed another up in the air, when it reached its peak height, you flashed there, grabbing hold of it and you aimed to stomp on your teacher.

“Train with someone else!” He yelled.

Capturing you with his scarf, he dragged you over to Midoriya and dropped you on the floor.

The green haired boy stopped his training, looking at you then the home room teacher confused.

“Train with them, they’re annoying me.”

With that, he walked away, you smirked brightly at your friend, standing up.

“He forgot one.”

“(Y/N)!”

You teleported away, dagger raised as you aimed for your teachers back.

You weren’t actually going to hurt him, and everybody knew that, still, Midoriya acted quickly, using his speed to catch up to you within seconds.

He grabbed you by the back of your jacket throwing you to the side.

You laughed wildly, throwing a dagger, and you pulled another one out of the palm of your hand, throwing them in various places.

“Come and get me Midoriya!”

He followed after you as you teleported you from dagger to dagger, following the same path.

He quickly caught on, and you changed your pattern to keep him thinking.

You two met halfway, and you placed your hands on his shoulders, grabbing his costume you threw him to the ground.

“That’s enough!” Aizawa called out.

You stopped moving around, and you held your hand all, all the daggers flying back towards you, and you caught them all.

“Sit down.” Aizawa said.

You huffed, sitting on the floor, juggling the daggers in your hands to keep yourself busy and he walked over.

He checked over Midoriya before walking over to you, crouching down.

“You need to go easy on your classmates.”

“Then it’s not really training is it?”

“It’s not training if you break their bodies either, you’re fast, you’re strong, but you need to learn to hold back (Y/N). Take Midoriya to see recovery girl.”

Aizawa confiscated the daggers of you, and you stood up, walking over to your friend crouching down in front of him.

“I.. I’m fine!” He rushed out.

“Get on!”

He quickly nodded, climbing in your back, letting you carry him to recovery girl, and you stepped back so she could look at you.

“You need to hold back when training! Both of you!” She scolded.

“Yeah, it’s my fault. I got a little out of hand.”

You looked over at Midoriya, rubbing the back of your head as you grinned a little at him.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to go all out on you, I know I can get carried away but I just love training.”

Midoriya laughed a little bit.

“I can tell, I don’t blame you! You’re amazingly fast!”

You grinned proudly.

“I know! My quirk allows me to create daggers from my bone, which comes out of my hands, because they’re part of me I can move between them.”

“Oh! Like teleportation right?”

“Yeah! When I get close to one of them I come back into sight!”

“Right! I remember now!”

You grinned proudly.

You loved your quirk, everybody knew that, you knew you were powerful, everybody knew that, and you were known to not hold back on anybody.

You wouldn’t cause serious harm to your friends, but you wanted to give it your all, no matter what it was.

You also had a surplus of energy, which meant training for you was more intense to try and burn away and some of the energy you had.

“Anyway, I’m hungry and it’s nearly lunch, see ya later.”

You gave him a wink and walked out of the door.

He blinked a little confused, and didn’t see you again until you came back to the dorms.

Hands in your pockets, you walked through the front door, then you stopped.

“You’re in huge trouble!” Aizawa scolded.

“Catch me first!”

Pulled out a dagger, you threw it behind him, teleporting behind Midoriya, and you gripped the back of his blazer tightly.

You grinned from ear to ear as he tired to move away but couldn’t break free.

“Stop hiding behind him!”

“No!”

Throwing another dagger, you teleported with Midoriya, using him as a human shield against your teachers quirk.

You opened the door.

“Don’t you even think about!”

You pulled Midoriya out with you, then grabbed his hand, running down the path, using your daggers to make you both go faster.

“We’re both going to get in trouble!”

“Nah! You’ll be fine!” You laughed.

“No I won’t!”

You stopped, sliding to a halt, holding his hand to stop him from hitting the ground and you beamed brightly at him as you held him there.

“Come on, Mr Aizawa isn’t gonna be mad at you because I ran off with you. I’ll be in trouble, you’ll be fine.”

You pulled him up, letting go of his hand, and he quickly took a couple of steps away from you.

He nervously scratched the back of his head.

“Don’t you think you should head back before you get in more trouble?”

You waved your hand dismissively at him, walking past him towards the exit of the school.

“I’m already in trouble! I wanna go have some fun!”

“No! We aren’t supposed to leave school grounds!”

“Come on, if anything happens I know I’ll be alright! Nobody can catch me!” You grinned.

Midoriya gave you an unsure look, looking back to the school before turning back to you.

He didn’t want to get into trouble, but he couldn’t let you go alone either in case something happened so he ran after you.

He always admired your confidence from the first day he met you at UA, you knew you were strong, and you weren’t afraid to admit when you in need of help.

You were faster than light half the time, able to move without being seen, that’s one of the reasons you were so strong, you always managed to surprise your opponents.

“Hey (Y/N)?” He asked quietly.

You hummed a little, turning to look at him.

“I want you to teach me how to fight like you!”

Your grin widened.

“Oh hell yeah! With your power and my agility you’ll be an unstoppable hero in no time Midoriya! Let’s go train now!”

Grabbing his hand, you ran straight back towards the school.

One other thing about you?

You loved showing off your quirk, showing people exactly what you would do and why you were going to be a hero.

One day he wanted to have as much confidence as you did, and working with you was going to be his first step into being a confident hero.

He loved how much you loved yourself and you power, and he wanted to learn to love himself that much as well, to not only become a better hero, but he always wanted to ask you on a date some time

#my hero academia imagine #my hero academia x you #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #mha #mha x you #mha x y/n #mha x reader #mha imagine #Midoriya #midoriya x reader #midoriya x y/n #midoriya x you #Midoriya imagine #Deku #deku x reader #deku x y/n #Deku x you #Deku imagine

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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OCTOBER 29TH. THE WINTER SOLDIER

“who the hell is bucky?”

♱ — eijirou kirishima + non-con/dub-con.

♱ — synopsis; he’s not a bad man, he promises you that. it doesn’t matter how many people he’s killed with his bare and metal hands…kirishima will make sure you know how sorry he is by the time he’s done with you.

♱ —length; 5.2K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, dark content, mentions of murder, assasinations, stalking, non-con to. dub-con, drugging, phallophilia, begging, manipulation, virginity loss, cherry chasing, power dynamics, breath play, temperature play, fingering ( fem!receiving ), strength!kink, softt fem!reader, yandere!kirishima, winter soldier!kirishima. not beta read !

♱ — notes; happy saturday angels!! we’re so close to the end of kinktober waaah!! i kinda like this one, it’s a bit dark so please be careful when reading !! check the warnings as well… tbh ive had kiri brain rot all this week, so this makes sense !! as usual, hope you enjoy <3 - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

people make mistakes every single day— they can be simple and mundane, like tiny little white lies when you forget something important to someone though it might hurt their feelings. the burn of embarrassment whenever you’d messed up in front of an entire class.

mistakes were common. everybody made them, eijirou kirishima made them— they were out of his control.

the winter soldier was a man lost in his own mind, watching his life go by behind vermillion eyes— taking others with hands that no longer loved or felt like his own. to them, hydra, his creators…kirishima was the ideal weapon, a blank canvas to turn into something sinister and evil. a good natured, strong man carved into the perfect shape to be a killer. behind his own soft, once expressive ruby eyes; eijirou was forced to watch the life drain from the corpses of others— people who had families waiting for them back home with home cooked meals they’d taken for granted, people with children they’d wished they’d raised right or friends that hadn’t quite forgiven them.

kirishima had heard it all, the pleas for him to let them live and do better right before they died by his hands in the most brutal way. each time he ended a life, a piece of his soul went with them, years internal torture following him like a dark fog— weighing down on him like heavy rainfall, soaking him to the bone with red. it’s caked against his skin, ingrained deep under his nails no matter how much he scrubs at them with a bar of soap and water.

death follows kirishima everywhere, aches in his bones and the creaking silver metal of the winter soldier’s arm. it was a curse, a burden that he couldn’t bare to carry on his shoulders— the serum in his veins like a poison that had stolen his memories, the happy soldier boy he used to be.

he hates the way people look at him now, breaking free from hydra— the sympathy shining in their eyes, he hates the way you look at him too. part of kirishima’s recovery, as suggested by his therapist, was to make amends with every person impacted by his crimes as the winter soldier, and you, the sweet girl next door were next.

kirishima killed your father years ago, before you could probably spell your own name without sounding it out— he had been a kind diplomat wanting nothing but peace. after his release from cyro, eijirou had tracked you down, only to discover he’d taken your mother’s life too, in a tampered car crash. you’d been alone ever since.

the winter soldier had taken a happy childhood from you, made you the cute little recluse next door who hid in her stuffy parchment scented apartment— with books stacked high, romance your favourite genre, what you found your fantasies in. kirishima couldn’t deny the way his heart fluttered, but guilt edged itself over the expanse of his brain whenever you pitied him in the coridoors between your tiny rented apartments ( though from his recent hero work and inheritance from captain america, he could probably afford to buy tha building out ). your shiny doe eyes would pity him, see the pain in the winter soldier’s own as well as that breaking in the vibranium laced in the arm that wasn’t really his.

in his one hundred plus years of living, kirishima had probably been on more dates than you had knowledge on boys and the reality of romance in general.

you’d been made that way because of eijirou.

because of the winter solider.

and he would make it up to you, he would. it was a promise and the least he could do.

years of training had made it easy for kirishima to slip into your apartment that night— silly you, poor little you for having left your window wide open, letting the bulky ex assassin slip through as if he was a silent Siamese cat being welcomed home. footsteps carrying no sound effortlessly slipped into your bedroom just for a peek at you.

kirishima could have watched you forever, drawn to the way your lips twitch as you sleep and your eyes screw shut even tighter as if you’re being drowned in your own worst nightmare. you’re adorable.

you have no idea what’s about to come next.

it makes the winter soldier’s cock twitch beneath his clothing, leaking fat globs of precum against his inner thighs. he aches to be inside of you, feel you blossom around him like a flower in the spring for the first time— ‘cause god you’re so innocent and inviting.

there’s an instinctual chill down your spine, one that breaks you from your heavy slumber and has your shooting up— doe eyes wide like a deer in headlights while you search for the figure that had been looming over you in the dark. “e-eiji?” your whisper sits hoarse in your throat, voice laced with cute little wisps of sleep, the nickname you’d given him shooting straight to his erection. “what are you doing here?”

“oh nothin’,” eijirou lies, “just the neighbourly thing and asking for a cup of sugar?” the smile that he gives you is quick, not quite reaching his eyes that usually hold such kindness… there’s something off about kirishima tonight, something that makes you feel sick to your stomach and makes you want to run.

you can’t scramble from the sheets fast enough, for the winter soldier has been trained to move faster— bulky arms swinging around your waist before your feet even hit the floor, throwing you back into feathery pillows of your bed despite your kicks and screams. it’s frightful how kirishima can just manhandle you any way that he wishes, using the bulk of his body to get you onto your stomach like it’s nothing, like the winter soldier would and not your soft, mellow companion who laughs with his gut and grins with the ruby in his eyes. the one who pulled you out of your house for walks to the library late at night.

this version of the man who lives next door, who told you he was recovering from war wounds long before your time, growls deeply as he grabs you by the back of you throat and tugs your head to rest on his shoulder— breathing deep from where you’ve put up a fight, hissing from where your trimmed nails scratch at his one good and fleshy arm. “don’t fight it, please,” he comments, nosing under your earlobe, breathing in the scent of vanilla and money milk from your body wash. “i just want to make it up to you, for what i did to your parents. for taking your childhood away from you.”

hairs on your neck stand on end, you don’t know if it’s from the mention of your dead relatives or from the way kirishima’s belt clinks as if he’s been undoing it— his metal hand, the perfect killing weapon, folds coolly against your neck and with one wrong move it could crush your windpipe in a second. “e-eijirou what are you—?” you stutter, voice spiking with fear, lodged in the dry ridges of your throat. “m-my parents—“ eyes widening, the realisation hits, you know exactly what he means.

you know that it’s him who murdered them.

“baby,” the winter soldier coos as you thrash dangerously in his grip, a second away from having your neck snapped. lunging forward, your hot and teary face is stuffed into the pillows to the point where you almost can't breathe, kirishima straddling your hips while simultaneously pushing more of his clothes away. “‘m sorry… s-sorry for what i did to you.” for what he’s doing to you— pushing your flimsy nightshirt up your back, over the curve of your fleshy ass.

a pleaful whimper lays on your sweet lips, tears welling in your eyes as you practically scream for the ‘hero’ to get off of you— let you go. you’re devastated, trust betrayed by a friend you thought you’d made, a friend now using your body for his own selfish gain. the red head squeezes at the flesh now exposed to his heated hungry stare, running his metal arm over your curves, precious thighs and cute ass—revelling in the way your entire body reacts just for him, goosebumps rising across your back like chicken skin.

“you’ll forgive me, right?” he goes on, words broken up by shuddered breaths as eijirou’s metal fingers slip between your thighs from behind— spreading apart pretty pussy lips that glimmer with slick, evidence to you of your body’s betrayal , but to him of anticipation, excitement. forgiveness. “just wanna make it up to you,” he murmurs almost empathetically, voice thick with lust— it feels like the war hero is making fun of you, pinning you down against your will between muscular thighs. “i’ll make it feel so good, baby. promise. i’ll make it worth your while, make you forgive me.”

tears are hot on your cheeks, burning down the apples of them in salty tracks— you don’t want this, you don’t want him, the man who supposedly gave his life to save Captain America, to take something so precious to you. your virginity— not after finding out he killed your parents in cold blood. you feel almost sick for having found kirishima attractive before, for dreaming of situations a little similar to now, where you’d cry out his name as he made love to you and made you feel seen. eijirou mistakes the wince of your body as he circles a cold digit around your tiny entrance for a twitch of pleasure, grinning to himself as he adds a thumb to your clit to draw slow, salacious circles around the swelling nub— the coldness sending shockwaves up your spine.

it feels nice, good— but that doesn’t make you resist it any less, make you want him anymore. small whispers of ‘p-please eiji—‘ hiccuped into the sheets soaked with both your arousal and tears. a fresh wave of unexpected slick gushes from your virgin cunt when kirishima slaps his bare cock against the length of your slit, as if he’s going to take you with little to no preparation. he’s big, throbbing and soaked with his own milky arousal, his veins fitting snug between your pussy lips, fat and blue while his tip blares an angry shade of red.

if this were any other time, you’d be happy to have your mouth water— filling with thick drool at the thought of having the winter soldier’s massive girth split you open and be your first. yet, as eijirou grinds his meaty cock into your filthy, embarrassingly soaked virgin mound, you remember that he’s not so nice. trapping you between strong thighs, a metal arm and a frightening snarl.

“eijirou please—“ you try again, wiggling your hips to get away from him as he ruts his achy tip through your sweet lips, bumping your clit, until he reaches right between your ass cheeks. “p-please don’t do this. i’ll…i’ll do anything you want! i’ll forgive you!”

“jus’ let me do this,” the winter soldier slurs over the spit pooling on his tongue, dazed by the way the clear strings of your juices cling to every vein of his cock— make it shine even in the dark. kirishima feels feverish, the scent of your innocent cunt driving him insane, on the brink of forgetting his mission— making it up to you. sweat drips from his hairline, even though he’s barely started, hitting the small of your back. “it’ll be okay, she’s… your pussy… she’s dripping for me.” he says like he’s in disbelief, grabbing hold of his dick and nuzzling it against your swollen pleasure nub to hear you whine like a pretty bird song. “she wants this, you want this. i’ll do what’s right, make it up to you.”

tiny fingers grip the blankets below as kirishima makes a move to push his precum loaded cockhead past your tight little entrance, moaning breathily while hunched over you. you’re sure you’ve bitten your lip to the point of bleeding, red and raw at the slightly painful intrusion of the winter soldier’s dick past your virgin entrance. “‘shima,” you shake your head, watery eyes stinging. “it hurts,” you add weakly.

pulling back with a deep groan, eijirou runs his human hand through his sweaty mane. the last thing he wants to do is hurt you more— add to the heartache of losing your parents. “fuck baby...didn’t mean to hurt ya, we’ll try something else okay?” it’s almost sick how kind he sounds, even if there’s a wobble to what he says. there’s a shift behind you, and you almost miss the heat of his cock against you, only for it to be replaced with the frozen temperatures of his vibranium fingers prodding against your spasming hole.

against your own will, your thighs twitch apart instinctively— making room for kirishima between them as he circles the rim of your entrance, living up his fingers with the salacious pool of your arousal before pushing against the resistance of your unclaimed walls. “stay still baby, s’gonna sting for a bit,” he comments, choking on a depraved, corrupt gasp at how warm you are inside. the redhead stuffs you full of two fingers, sliding them into you with the aid of your honeyed cunt, and immediately scissors them, curling them to map and get a feel of your velvet walls.

you’re untouched territory, an empty playground of innocence and purity and now…kirishima’s for the taking. he’ll teach you things, he thinks while stretching open your hot little cunt to prepare you for his cock. he’ll teach you real pleasure, real love, all the things you missed out on after he ruined your life.

“eiji—!“ your cry is needy, amorous as you claw at your pink pillow cases, hips jutting back clumsily at the first shocks of ecstasy to flitter into your blood stream. you’ve never felt like this before.

“how’s this, baby? better than before?” the winter soldier drawls, practically as needy as you with a pout on his lips, red brows furrowed in concentration for making amends with you and your pretty pussy. his gaze of blood rubies falls to how your creamy sex sucks in his two metal digits, pressing coldly against new spots inside of you, curled against spongey walls until you’re cross eyed and the room spins.

“s’oh my god,” comes your muffled, sweet grouse— the adorable sound tearing in your throat. “s’better… oh, eiji!”

he needs you to understand that this is all for you, every calculated drag of his thumb over your sticky swelling clit, every stroke of his vibranium fingers rapaciously pumping in and out of succulent unused mound is meant to bring you to the high heavens and help you forgive him. kirishima’s chest swells with pride knowing he’s the first to have you like this, seeing you clamp down on him as he pleasures you, thumb glued to your little nub, writing apologies into it. “i need you to know, baby,” he says in awe of how you take him, even if you squirm and pretend to resist. “that ‘m so sorry, that i’ll do my best t’take care of you like this…”

a weird feeling in your lower belly starts to build up, in slow stacks like building a house from the beginning— all of the new sensations that come with it having distracted you from the reality of the situation. you can’t trust the winter soldier anymore, not to protect you and not to look out for you— especially when he’s ravaging your puffy pussy while pinning you in place. you hate that it feels good, making your brain tingle and happy hormones crash across it in heavy waves but you can’t help it. your hips buck back onto eijirou’s fast paced fingers which move along your slippery walls at an impressive speed, collecting your juices in the seat of his silver palm.

somewhere, a voice in the back of your head tells you to scream and cry and kick eijirou off— but all you can do is whimper and whine for more as he whispers sinisterly sweet nothings into the shell of your ear. ‘is this enough, baby?’ he’d sigh. ‘can you take more?’ or ‘i hope this makes it up to you’, each candied word sending sparks of ecstasy down your spine and flutters through your darling cunt while eijirou moulds you to take his cock.

“need ya to cum for me sweetheart, you’ve taken me so well,” he chuckles from behind you, gentle as his fingertips brush against your g-spot. the praises are warm, familiar to the real eijirou kirishima you know lives next door. before you knew the harm he’d done to your family. “can you do that for me, please? then i can fill you up so good, make you truly forgive me. please baby— i fuckin’ need it.” there’s an air desperation about the big burly man finger fucking you to his hearts content, and you think that if you let him keep talking— if you give him this, he might leave you alone.

“i think—‘shima, it feels weird…t-think ‘m gonna c-cum?” you squeak, unsure despite the impending feeling of the rope twisting in your lower tummy that burns as thick metal digits curl against your gummy insides, doused in your syrupy juices. kirishima doesn’t let up, breathing ragged from behind you as he jackhammers his fingers deep inside of you until his palm smacks against your bubbly ass with every stroke.

he seems pleased as your thighs begin to shake violently, the grip your angel cunt has on him tightening while his shameless stare shoots down to where your limbs meet and you ooze onto him. “let it go baby, you’re gonna feel so good, lemme see, i wanna see you cum,” eijirou damn near begs in a delighted and devoir sigh. a scream rips through your body, dwarfed beneath the size of the super solider as the winding cord in your tummy finally breaks its tension— the pressure that had been building inside of you coming crashing down and your orgasm tearing through you, spilling in clear liquid from your sticky and squelching sex. your teary and dazzling doe eyes screw shut, rolling back into your skull while you release, tainting your folds with a sugar glaze shine— the sweetest treat in the world to kirishima being making you feel good.

he doesn’t relent on your poor pussy as you shake throughout your very first high, stealing the precious moment from you and any future partner who might really love you— who’s not obsessed with the idea of your forgiveness. eijirou thumbs fast and cruel shaped into your raw clit, overstimulating you until the stream of your release stops seeping through the bedsheets. “good girl, such a good girl,” he hums, slowly pulling out of you while you spasm through the aftershocks of cumming for the first time. “stay here, kay? ‘m gonna get something before we have you try ‘n take my cock.”

the weight of the winter soldier eases off of you, letting air fill your lungs and a clear conscious return to you.

you wait until his footsteps are no longer audible to make your move, shooting up from the bed with no time to think about how sick your favourite hero is— for thinking you’ll forgive the deaths of the people you love most in exchange for him taking away your precious purity.

but you don’t have time to make a run for it, tackled to the bed once more by the stronger, trained killer. “i thought i told you to stay put,” kirishima snarls at you like you’re meek prey to him, forgetting his manners and his mission. “don’t you listen, baby? this is all for you,”

“i don’t want you!” comes your bratty little yell ( at least to the winter soldier ), who only throws you back onto the bed in the same position you were before— sitting heavy on your waist with your face shoved into the sheets. “please eijirou, l-let me go! i won’t tell anyone what you did! i’ll keep quiet! i’ll—“ your words fall away as eijirou grabs you by the back of the neck and you feel a sharp pinprick to your side. “w-what was that?”

a wooziness takes over you, calming your brain like it did when eijirou was making you feel good. “‘m sorry, i didn’t want to have to use it,” he says with what feels like faux sympathy. “but you just wouldn’t listen!” the redhead eases you down onto the bed once more, it’s a little something that’ll make accepting my apology a little easier, baby. so you stop squirming, so it hurts a little less. now be good, yeah?”

“y-yeah, okay,” you reply, slow blinking as your body begins to accept its fate.

using the remnants of your previous orgasm, kirishima slicks himself up again, running the meat of his shaft along the length of your quivering pussy— sending hormones of lust dancing across your brain. you can’t see him; but kirishima’s cheeks are flushed with unadulterated desire, his gaze swimming each time he taps the head of his cock against your souse pulsating hole. “gonna fuck you so good, gorgeous, don’t you worry.” he says, words a little too rushed and too eager, and without warning, the war hero’s hips jump forward to drive his cock into the deepest parts of your sex, fully lubed up with all your piquant juices.

eijirou is bigger than you’d dreamed off before all of this, weighty against the stickiness lining your unclaimed, gummy walls. you can feel every brown wrapped pretty around his girth pressing into pleasure spots you’ve not even had a chance to discover for yourself. his breath is shaky and uneven, prickling at your ears despite the static that crackles across your brain— from lust or from the drug you can’t even tell.

“i wanna move, baby,” the winter soldier gasps, wavering and hips stilling just as he reaches the hilt. this is the least he could do for you, try to be gentle as he completes this last mission— takes your virginity. in all these years of training for hydra, kirishima has never exercised such restrained, barely keeping himself together with every flutter of your sex and ripple of heat from your body around his cream soaked dick. “so tight, you need to be fucked. you need me, s’gonna be okay baby…just lemme take you.”

against your better judgement, the voice in the back of your mind screaming at you to fight back— you roll your ass back to meet kirishima’s hips, pushing your searing cunt further onto his girth as if to coax him to move until eijirou is completely bottomed out and balls deep inside, oozing sweet nectar down his thighs and balls alike. “p-please,” you slur cutely, hating your body for wanting him so bad after everything he’s done to you. “w-wanna forgive you,”

that’s all the motivation the winter soldier needs to go through with it all, you yelp at the pure strength he possesses in manhandling you into the perfect arch— all of his weight dropping onto you with his caramel and sweaty chest pressing to your back. a pathetic hiccup escapes you when kirishima simultaneously latches onto your neck and pulls his cock from you, using teeth and tongue, lolling the pink muscle over your skin, decorating you with lovebites you won’t be able to hide from nosey onlookers. in one powerful thrust, he’s filling you back up to the brim— all the way up in your guts until you feel him in your tummy, making you feel dwarfed by the super soldier above you.

with what little energy you have left, still doped up from whatever he spiked you with— you rock your hips back onto eijirou, letting your cute and ravaged cunt suck more of him into your warmth and aiding him in building up a steady pace to his thrusts.

the bed starts to groan and creak beneath the force of the redhead now brutally ploughing into you— precum in fat drops smearing against your ripe and fertile walls that feel like home to his hardened length. your pussy blossoms for the man like a flower in a spring bloom, ready for the taking, ready for kirishima. only he could do this for you, teach you what seeing stars look like, drag you to cloud nine. it was the least he could do for you, and it made his dick twitch knowing that you were starting to accept him— clenching down on his mushroomed tip ever time it pulls out of you with a wet pop.

you stretch painfully over his creamy cock, though you feel like you’re on cloud nine— overwhelmed with a ravenous ecstasy that shoots from your brain to the tips of your toes, right through the heartbeat in your pussy. “feel amazin’ baby, oh that’s right, take me so fucking well,” eijirou whispers into the skin of your shoulder over sentimentally, the heat of his breath clinging to the sex in the air. his large palms drop to the globes of your ass— pulling them wide apart to spit between them and getting an enticing view of his dick lewdly plunging in and out of your perfect virgin hole. “that’s it…you like this don’t you, you like me doing this to you…”

your mind says no but you can’t help but hump back onto him, still growing used to the burning pleasure as eijirou pushes in and out of you. “y-yes eiji, i-i like it,” he barely leaves your tight heat, with the little proximity between your saltine sweat slicked bodies, prodding at that special spot inside of you that makes you gush sweet nectar.

you hope it’s the drug talking, every time you coo and cry out for the winter soldier— limp body taking the godspeed pace he moves at, filling you up each and every time. “‘h’baby, you really mean that?” metal fingers crawl up your spine, encapsulating your throat as if he can’t crush it within a second. he tugs your head back with a cool grip into a heated kiss, forcing his tongue over yours, mouths slotting together and sharing moans. “never meant for it to be like this, never gonna—fuck… cause you harm e’ver again, yeah?” kirishima’s voice rises in octave as it does in addiction, the handsome soldier succumbing to the mindbreak your gratifying, ichorous cunt had to offer him while he tucks into you.

“yeah…s’okay. o-oh! eijirou!” comes your brainless babble, your sanity falling into a cock-drunk state. eijirou’s own mind is as foggy as yours, plagued by thoughts of painting you white inside and relieving you of his burden— teaching you pleasure, teaching you sin. the slow roll of your hips back onto his mingle with the harsh slap of skin on skin, wet and crude, and hanging nastily in the air.

there’s barely any oxygen for you to breathe between it all— kirishima rhythmically squeezing at the bruised column of your throat in tune with surging hips, assaulting your poor g-spot. “jus relax baby, go’ta sleep,” you swear you think you hear him say when you grow even more light headed. “lemme take care of you.”

he had no idea your little meek mewls could drive him this far up the wall, or that he’d want you to himself even after taking your virginity. kirishima sucks on the pulse point under your ear to sedate himself, keeping you locked in place with his metal arm— licking the beads of sweat from the side of your face while his free hand wraps itself in the fabric of your sweat soaked night shirt and uses it to tug you back onto his aching, pulsating dick.

his sloppy groans echo throughout the lost purity of your bedroom, no longer a safe place— but now a reminder of how your body betrayed you, swaying in a taboo dance with the winter soldier as a crude mix of your arousals swing between both of your sore thighs. “i gotta cum baby, please lemme cum,” eijirou huffs breathily into your ear, grabbing you by the ass while he shifts to his knees and using the pure strength of the super soldier serum and his bionic arm to lift you up and down on his cock, forcing you to match his pace in frantic, hungry movements. “need to cum, need’a make it up to ya, please—oh fuckin’ fuck!”

“e-eiji!” you sob, reaching back to dick crescent moons into his fleisher arm that holds you up— letting the winter soldier fuck into you at his own will. “slow down! please!”

he shakes his head, red locks damp and sticking to his forehead as he tucks his face into the back of your shoulder. “c-can’t, need you close too. ‘m gonna cum,” he tells you, whining profligately— the ex assassin revelling in the way you drip thickly down his balls, heavy with cum, the lewd pap pap pap of your sexes moving together creating a song that echoes in the sex tainted air, matching up perfectly with your erotic choreographed routine against the sheets, tainted with your arousals. “gotta get’cha close, are you there gorgeous? that feeling in your tummy back?”

you nod, simpering out for more even though your brain is too misted to keep up with what’s happening— lust coursing through your veins with whatever drug the winter soldier has put in your system. but the feeling is barely there, and you writhe against kirishima for more…even if you hate it, even if you’re not so sure you hate it anymore.

sleeping with the man that murdered your parents.

however, you don’t need to ask for more, eijirou’s metal fingers releasing your throat and allowing you to breathe again— sliding over your clothed, pebbled nipples and down the softness of your stomach before they coldly reach your hot cunt. they toy with your swollen clit between your throbbing, puffy folds to guide you over the edge once more.

two orgasms for the two people you’d lost.

your second high of the night comes crashing over you in a sudden wave, rendering you even more weak and useless than before— you seize up, trapping kirishima inside your soaked cunt as you gush like a sweet flowing river once more. the red head follows suit, his cock pulsing while his cream lines your raw and abused walls. he doesn’t ever let up, pushing his seed further along your walls until both of you collapse into the bed with exhaustion. your hole burns, cum seeping from your entrance as you swear kirishima feels even bigger when his dick is swollen with his orgasm.

“i’m sorry,” he says hoarsely once you’ve both calmed down— but your mind is running a mile a minute, fuzzy and lagging with a combination of your high and the drugs in your system. “‘m so sorry baby,”

“it’s okay,” you whisper back, eyes fluttering with sleep again.

though you’re not sure what you’re forgiving the winter soldier for this time.

taking your parents, or taking your innocence.

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