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chatterbox-73 · 6 months

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.Sugar Daddy.

Home body.

Katsuki Bakugou x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary/inspiration/prompt: part two of Birthday bunny… you’re the hostess who spent the night with Izuku Midoriya, to now be requested to become a sex partner for him and his husband.

Word count: 1.9k

CW: NSFW and adult content, unprotected sex, cream pie, threesome, fingering, oral (f!receiving), squirting, swearing.

You stood in the large bedroom with everything you could possibly need or want, you looked over at the tall green haired man, “I didn’t expect it to be fully furnished” you grinned and the man nodded, “if there’s anything you don’t like, let me know” he smiled and stepped closer to you, “also just some housekeeping rules, don’t step into mine and my husband’s room unless it’s with our permission…” izuku stated in a firm voice and moved over towards the bed before sitting down on it, “you must be honest with us at all times, there’s nothing you can say that would warrant us hating you…” he spoke and you nodded moving to sit next to him, “my husband isn’t as active in hero work, due to an injury he sustained to his heart back in high school, so you’ll be spending plenty more time with him… so please try and get along…” he sighed.

You vaguely remember hearing about a young hero student being stabbed through the chest and suffering severe damage to the heart only to have two pro heroes saved him, one giving up there life to do so, you read in an article that Bakugou still works and is a very successful hero however he isn’t given the opportunity to work as much as he’d like to.

You chuckled at his words however Izuku placed a hand on your shoulder and looked at you with a serious expression, “please, do try to get along” he repeated and carefully pushed on your shoulder, causing you the lay back and the man to lean over you, “I wanna see you both get along…” he paused leaning in closer to you, your legs wrapped around his waist and your hands tightly gripped his shoulders, “I wanna see my husband have fun” he whispered and your eyes fluttered as he pressed his stiff member against your clothed core. “But not too much fun, right honey?” Your eyes snapped towards the door which was the source of the noise and there stood Izuku’s husband, Katsuki Bakugo.

The blonde leaned in the door way this thick arms crossed over his chest, his eyes trained on his husband and his lips turned up into a smirk, he focused on you and chuckled as you tried to push Izuku off of you, “I got in so much trouble the night of Deku’s birthday, he was so upset with me…” the blonde hummed and you heard the green hair man click his tongue, “…though I have to thank you, because you put him in a good mood, so rather then giving me the silent treatment he made me bottom for him… all night” the blonde continued to tease and this caused you the chuckle, while Izuku blushed and got off you, you sat up watching the blonde stride over to you, “he can be so petty when he’s upset” Katsuki kneeled down next to the bed and grabbed your wrist, he pulled you in close so that his nose was touching yours. “He tells me you take well… is that true?” He asked and you nodded, completely mesmerised by his crimson eyes, “good…” he hummed eyeing you up and down, until he stood and looked to his husband, “hurry up and get ready, we have dinner with round face and four eyes” Katsuki shouted at Izuku and the man jumped to his feet before adjusting his pants to try and hide his stiffness, “I’ve been ready” he sighed and the blonde rolled his eyes, “of course you have” he quipped as he walked towards the door, “we’ll be back soon, there’s also a meal in the fridge just heat it up in the microwave…” katsuki looked at you as his husband walk past him and out of the room, you nodded with a smile, “oh and your TV has been setup so you can sit in here and watch movies if you don’t wanna be out there, just clean up any mess you make” the blonde finish before leaving the door way.

You walked around the house, checking out all the things this place had to offer, there was a detailed booklet of places to go and places not too, along with details about what and what not to do and many other rules, all in all though the house was amazing.

You sat on your bed with a bowl of popcorn mixed with m&ms, you munched away as you watched some romcom movie that had been sitting on the kitchen counter, it wasn’t a very good movie, at least compared to other romance comedies, but it was this or the all might documentary and you’ve never been much of an all might fan. You had gotten less then half way through the movie before you fell asleep, you’d always been so bad at watching movies, you’d often get bored and let your mind wonder off or just simply fall asleep.

You felt fingers run through your hair before hearing a harsh sounding voice, “she left a mess, even after we told her” the voice whispered, who you guessed was Bakugo, the harshness in the man’s voice was in stark contrast to he’s finger gently brushing though your hair, his callus fingers rubbing over your cheek, to which you leaned into his warmth, “yeah but it’s only a half eaten bowl of popcorn” you heard izuku to the other side of you and somehow you could felt his eyes burning into your back like he knew you were awake, “yeah yeah… and how much of that damn popcorn did I pull from her hair?” The blonde questioned his husband and the green hair man only laughed out, before being harshly shushed by his husband, “shut up nerd! What the hell are you doing with that” Bakugo whisper yelled at izuku, however this caused the man to snicker, “what I thought you were in the mood and were dying to rail her… she can’t sleep in those jeans, change her into this and get a good feel in, it’s so warm and soft… I promise” the green haired man laughed and you felt the pillow next to your head move suddenly before hearing it make contact with something, “shut up shitty loser, that’s assault” the blonde fumed before you heard someone click there tongue, “very well, maybe I’ll have her now… go on, get out” the other demanded and you hear the blonde scoff before there was shifting around the room, “not this time honey…” Bakugo now sounded like he was behind you, “I’m getting sick of this nonsense” he groaned and Midoriya chuckled, “oh yeah… you sure, baby?” The green hair man teased before leaving the room.

You heard Bakugo leaving the room, you sat up and looked around the room, the popcorn know missing, a silk and lace night slip laying on your bed and your blankets tucked in, you knew exactly what was most likely happening however you couldn’t just sit in the room knowing what the two man were doing, you stood up from the bed and changed into the night slip on your bed, it was a little tight around the chest region but so soft and comfortable.

You stepped out of the room and heard cluttering in the the kitchen, you walked to the source of the noise, until you reached the doorway, you stood behind the flame only poking your head in to look. Bakugo stood at the kitchen sink scrubbing out the bowl, you looked around the room some Izuku but the man was nowhere to be found, until suddenly you were picked up. Izuku had one hand under your butt and legs, while the other just hang at his side, you squeaked and wrapped your arms around his neck, “look who I found lurking in doorways” the man chuckled and bakugo looked up at you before scowling, “put her down Deku” he said and dried off his hands, you were placed down on your feet and the blonde made his way over to you, “did he wake you?” He asked while gesturing to his husband, you shake your head, “he didn’t, I heard you both in my room” you answered and the blonde nodded, “right, you’re wearing that” he stated and looked you up and down, “yeah, I couldn’t watch jeans to bed…” you smiled coping Midoriya from earlier, bakugo frowned “is that so? Sure there’s no jeans hidden under there?” He raised a brow and you giggled, you stepped forward and grabbed his hand to guide it to your dress, “why do you find out?” You smiled and before you knew it bakugo’s hand disappeared under your dress, his fingers instantly invading your cunt, stretching it out with two rough and fast moving fingers.

In no time at all you found yourself on all four on the kitchen counter top, the back of your dress flipped up and three of bakugo’s fingers thrust in and out of your quivering hole, while his greedily suckled on your clit, you cried out loud as your legs trembled and your hole leaked all over the blonde’s hand and mouth, suddenly he sped up before quickly pulling away, this forced all your tension out with one large gush of liquid, you scream out and your body went limp on the wet kitchen counter. “You took it too far katsuki… much too far” you heard Izuku tease his husband, “shut up, she’s fine” he shouted before lifting you off the counter and holding you by your hips, you looked over at Izuku as he simply just stood in the opposite end of the kitchen, leaning against a counter top while he palmed himself.

You’re legs shook and buckled as you tried to keep yourself steady, Bakugo’s hands firmly on your hips keeping you falling, his hip smacking into your ass with so much force your body jointed and your muscles became tight, “fuck I’m gonna cum” the blonde called and you responded by crying out loudly and looked up at the man’s husband, when you met Izuku’s eyes, you wish you hadn’t, he looked furious and had a cold stare directed at you. You watched the man stork over before kneeling before you and his husband, Izuku grabbed one of your legs and lifted it onto his shoulder before he leaned forward to lick over your inner thigh and down to your entrance where his Bakugo was busying at work, Izuku’s tongue licked over the blonds shaft before moving up to suckle on your clit, as soon as his lips made contact with you, your cunt began to squeeze and pulling out the orgasm that Bakugo was so desperately seeking, your head leaned back as you felt the warmth from the man’s cum and the bliss of your own orgasm. Izuku groaned before he stood and began pumping his own load onto you, is was just as hot and felt just as satisfying, you hummed and run your fingers through his thick green locks, “feels good” you moan bring a hand down to your cunt wiping the men’s cum on your fingers before being it up to your mouth.

The rest of the night was filled with you crying and pleading while you took everything the two heroes would while they had you bent over the kitchen counter, and when morning came you found a beautiful necklace and matching earrings waiting for you on the same kitchen counter your spent most of the night on.

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novaawayne · 1 year

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PHOTOSHOOT | Izuku Midoriya

Well, yes. U know. I saw this drawing of Horikoshi and then twitter was filled with this shit and I just… I need more of Izuku and those huge thighs

pairing: Izuku Midoriya x fem!reader

summary: you're Izuku's assistant and he has a photo shoot but you can't stop looking at those big thighs and imagining how it would feel to ride them

warnings: NSFW. Riding thigh. Soft dom! Izuku. Pet names (bunny). Assistant x boss. Bad grammar.

wc +5.3k

a/n. Okay, it's my first time writing smut in english so sorry if it's terrible i try my best. And yes, I think it's a bit long but I won't apologize because this shit is very good and I couldn't get it out of my head since I saw the drawing.

You know, english is not my first language

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As the number one hero's personal assistant, your job was more than exhausting. You practically had every minute of Izuku's life in order. And even though he only wanted to go out into the streets and face the villains, there were also a thousand other things he had to do.

Some things like giving interviews, attending meetings, going to dinners with important people, signing documents, appraising new merchandise to be released, and most importantly… photo shoots.

You had been talking to some publicists from other agencies and they came to the conclusion that it would be a great idea to have a shoot with some heroes from different agencies. But not only that. They would all be wearing the same suit though not just any suit.

Someone mentioned that it would be a good idea for everyone to wear Mirko's outfit. You almost get a nosebleed mid-call just imagining your boss wearing the Mirko heroine outfit. You accepted immediately, anyway, Deku trusted you a lot and always told you that you shouldn't consult anything with him. He would do whatever you asked without hesitation.

That's how you two were in a car heading to the photo studio. You looked at your tablet to see Izuku's schedule and he was on his phone or at least pretended to be. Because he couldn't help but look at you from time to time. He was in love with you and even though he was the hero, one muttered, he still couldn't be around any girl without being a blushing, babbling mess. He could hardly control himself with you.

"So..." Izuku spoke and you looked up from the tablet to look directly into his eyes "a photo shoot?"

You smiled at him.

"Yes" you opened a folder on the tablet before looking at it again "it will be a session together with other heroes, I think you know all of them. They confirmed to me that Uravity, Shoto, Earphone Jack, Red Riot would be there and they had also invited Dynamight but I'm not sure if they will go or not "

Izuku seemed relieved that they were all old friends and he wouldn't be uncomfortable.

"What a relief," he said as he released a breath, "and what kind of session will it be?"

Izuku watched as you hid half your face with the tablet as a blush spread across your face. Had he said something wrong?

“We have arrived” announced the driver.

Normally, the driver would open the door for both of them, but Izuku never allowed it. He was the one to get out first and then open your side of the door to help you out. It didn't matter that they had both ridden in the back seats, he always did. Even when he took you home when you left the office very late. The man felt a little guilty for making you stay longer than necessary and although you don't mind at all, Izuku insisted on taking you to your apartment in his car. Even on those occasions, he would open the door for you and help you out, besides, he would not leave until you entered your building and he was completely sure that you were safe.

And this is no exception, Izuku is already out of the car and opening your side of the door as he extends a hand to help you out. You can't help but blush at the gesture and it's just... It's not that you can't do something as simple as open a door, but you love that Izuku does it for you. He makes you feel a little bit special even though you know he would do it for anyone.

They both begin to walk inside the building and although it's a very short walk, the few passers-by who pass by immediately recognize Deku. He quickly becomes surrounded by a small crowd asking for his autographs and photos.

You can't help but look at the green haired man and see the way he smiles and blushes at all the compliments. He should be used to the attention by now, but it's like the first time you met him and the poor guy was a complete mess. Back then they were both still studying, he was from the hero class and you were from Management.

It was precisely in their third year that they were assigned to work together and without a doubt, you admired that boy from the first moment their paths crossed. You still couldn't believe that you were his personal assistant even after so many years.

Izuku then noticed that you were staring at him and gave you one of his characteristic smiles. You looked away immediately in embarrassment and before continuing, you cleared your throat.

"Come on, we're running late" you spoke loud enough for Deku to hear. The man took it upon himself to apologize to his fans and followed you closely.

It was wrong to be in love with your boss. But you couldn't help it.

They barely entered when they heard a couple of screams. You recognized those responsible as Ochako and Eijiro. Izuku smiled with great happiness when he saw her two friends.

You decided that you should give him his space to catch up with them. Anyway, you had to make sure of everything else. You had to see that the wardrobe was ready, that the makeup artists had products that wouldn't irritate Izuku's skin, that they had his favorite snacks, and that there was nothing that could make the man feel uncomfortable.

It was not strange that some people harassed him taking advantage of his work. On one occasion, a photographer wanted to touch Izuku too much but he had no idea how to react to that situation. It was you who intervened. Or like on another occasion where a boy who was in charge of the wardrobe and was taking Izuku's measurements also wanted to touch him in inappropriate places with the excuse that that was his job. But you weren't a rookie and you knew that this man was harassing him.

Not only were they girls, there were also many men who were interested in him. So you protected him in your own way. Making sure you had the history of each worker and sending a complete list of everything Izuku needed. If someone didn't live up to your expectations or there was something off about their background, you would immediately look for a replacement.

You thought he didn't know everything you did for him and you never cared. It was your job after all. But you couldn't be more wrong, Izuku knew perfectly well how hard you worked for him. And he appreciated it more than anything in the world.

"They told me that Kachan might be coming, have you seen him?" Deku asked his friends.

Kirishima thought about it for a moment.

"I spoke to him last night and he said this was bullshit but he didn't say if he would come or not"

Ochako shrugged.

"Maybe he'll come" he smiled "although the one I saw when I got there was Todoroki. It seems that he stayed inside ”

Deku's smile faded slightly, his friends didn't notice but even though he should have been happy to see Shoto…he wasn't.

"I'll go say hi then," he said.

Kirishima and Uraraka nodded.

"Let's wait for Jirou to arrive"

Deku nodded with a big smile and walked down the corridor that he saw you follow before. Deku knew that you admired Shoto a lot as a superhero. To be honest, that made him feel very jealous. Sometimes I saw you arrive with his merchandise. A scarf or a keychain. He even saw you carry a thermos with his colors.

You never hid your admiration for Shoto and it bothered him a lot, even though he had no right to feel that way. You could admire whoever you wanted, but... why didn't you admire him?

He arrived at the studio, there were lights everywhere and the scenery was pretty simple. But that didn't matter to him at the moment. Deku started looking for you until he found you by the snack table. But you are not alone.

In front of you was Shoto and you seemed very nervous in his presence. Your cheeks were a soft red color, your posture also gave you away, besides, you had a lock of hair behind your ear.

Shoto also seemed to act different in front of you. The man was normally serious and not very talkative, but at that moment he seemed to be very comfortable with you and a smile played on his face as he looked at you with interest and big bright eyes.

Izuku clenched his fists tightly then took a deep breath before relaxing to move closer. He took firm steps until he reached you. Shoto was the first to notice his presence.

"Hey, Midoriya" he greeted him the same as always. Like he wasn't stealing the girl from him.

Deku tried to smile and got behind you, so close you felt his body heat all over your back. And not only that, Deku had slipped a hand around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. The sudden act took you by surprise but it was something that did not go unnoticed by Shoto. Although he didn't quite understand what it meant.

"Todoroki, hello" he greeted kindly.

“I was talking to y/n to thank him for the wine basket he sent the other day for my birthday.”

You giggled as your face turned redder and redder. Izuku had no idea, of course he had also sent his friend a gift but he had no idea that you had also sent him one.

"It was nothing" you said modestly but still nervous "I hope you liked it"

Shoto nodded with a smile.

“Actually I've only opened one but it was delicious. Maybe later you can go and we will open a new one”

"She can not!" Deku yelled and for a moment everyone turned to look at him before continuing with his activities.

You also looked at him blankly.

"How?"

"I'm sorry" Izuku apologized with a completely red face "but y/n has a lot of work and I don't think she can come to your house, Todoroki"

Shoto nodded.

"Understand. Sorry to bother you, y/n. Anyway, I was thinking of inviting everyone, my sister wants to organize a party for our father's birthday but he doesn't have many friends and he asked me to invite mine."

Deku felt like a complete fool. He thought that they would have a date alone.

“In that case… maybe the two of us can go. Right, y/n?”

You looked at him with a frown as he squeezed your waist even more.

“Well, I have to check your schedule and Shoto hasn't told us the date yet. But of course, if Deku has the day off we'll go."

"Okay, I'll ask my assistant to send you the invitation" he looked behind you "oh, Bakugo has arrived. I'll go say hello."

Todoroki hadn't changed much since his school years. He was only friendlier but there was still a lot he didn't understand.

"Sorry" Deku muttered as he backed away from you "sorry" he repeated.

You looked at him blankly but before you could ask what was wrong, the alarm on your cell phone started to go off.

"Oh, it's late. You should go get your clothes right now."

You took him by the arm and took him with you. It's not that you hadn't noticed your boss's little fit of jealousy… but you preferred to ignore it for now. Deku actually appreciated it.

You perfectly saw how Izuku's face turned completely red when he saw his wardrobe for the shoot. You let out a laugh but finally gave him some words of encouragement.

"Oh, you must put this on first so it doesn't bother your crotch," the dressmaker told him.

Deku looked into your eyes and it was as if he had caught a burst of confidence. He had nothing to fear, after all, he was with his friends and trusted people. Furthermore, he was sure that this would also make his fans very happy.

"Okay, where can I change?"

"Ah, yes" you spoke "I'll take you to your dressing room. Apparently the suits had been mixed up and that's why they delivered it to you here."

"Ok"

You led him through a corridor where there were several doors with the names of his friends until they finally reached the one with his name.

"Here. Start changing and I'll tell the stylists to come over."

"Okay, thanks"

You didn't see Deku again for an hour and a half. There were things that you had to discuss with the other attendees and with the marketing manager that time flew by. The cameraman explained what they had planned and the project manager mentioned that he would send you all the photos so that you could select the ones that would be published.

Then they all went back into the studio. Kirishima seemed to be the most comfortable of all, showing a big smile and proudly modeling the suit.

The last to enter was Deku. That he no longer seemed so nervous and was actually quite normal. However… there was something you couldn't stop looking at for a single second.

Deku's big legs.

“Holy shit,” you mutter, still staring at those huge thighs you wish were wrapped around your head.

You almost forget how to breathe as a nosebleed engulfs you. Deku was the first to see you very worried and he didn't hesitate to give you a handkerchief.

"Are you okay?" He asked him very worried.

You nodded.

"Yes, I'm sorry"

“Hmmm… your face is very red. Don't you have a fever? Deku placed a hand on your forehead, and that only made you feel even hotter.

"I'm fine" you sighed "you look good, by the way"

He smiled ruefully.

"Do you really believe it? I think it is very comfortable but it is not my style”

It was your turn to smile at him. You placed a hand on his massive arm and nodded.

"Come on, they are waiting for you to start the session"

Deku ran off with a big smile on his face.

Why did your panties feel so sticky all of a sudden?

You came closer to watch the session up close. The photographer would walk them through how to position themselves for the group session and later they would go through individually or in pairs. There was so much material and they were going to take advantage of it to generate as much money as possible.

Deku actually seemed happy and comfortable as he posed and paced. Jirou was the one who seemed most uncomfortable but still she tried very hard.

The music started to get a little louder and after twenty minutes, you decided to go to the snack table to get something for Deku. A bottle of water will suffice and then he could go in search of food that he liked. Although you knew perfectly well what he would choose.

As you made your way back to the photographer, you saw Bakugo looking disgusted with the situation. Although you did not understand why he had stayed if he did not want to be part of the session. You didn't go over to say hello, you knew he would send you to hell as soon as he saw you.

However, your eyes never stopped seeing those huge legs. Had they grown in the last month? Not that you've never seen them before. In fact, five months ago Deku had done a men's underwear photo shoot and before that a commercial where he was in a bathing suit.

But now, it was as if his legs were much bigger.

You came back to reality when Deku stopped in front of you with a big smile and sweat on his forehead.

"Good job" you praised and gave him a towel and the bottle of water. A stylist immediately came over to fix his hair and put translucent powder on his face.

The stylist ran off as Kirishima left the camera and they were alone.

Deku returned the towel but kept the bottle.

"Thank you," he said finally. You smiled tenderly.

"It's my job," you reminded him.

"I know. But still… thank you” he looked back where this time it was only the girls who were the center of attention “it seems that now it is only them”

"Deku!" One of the photographers called him "come here"

You laughed

"It seems they want you with them too"

It was a really long session. They had arrived at nine in the morning and it was half past two in the morning when everyone was leaving the building. Time had passed very quickly and everyone really had a lot of fun. They would have left the session for another day, but everyone wanted it to stay that day because it would be difficult to get all the heroes together again.

You were beyond exhausted and you couldn't imagine how the heroes were doing. They all looked dead.

Deku and you were the last to leave. The car was waiting for them outside and they both got in in silence. You were looking at the tablet, doing your best to go through the tasks for the morning so that Deku could rest a little more.

When you looked at him, you saw him leaning against the glass of the car half asleep. It really had been a long day. You would definitely cancel everything for the next day.

Unintentionally, your eyes traveled his thighs. What would it feel like to ride those massive thighs? No. You shouldn't think about that at all.

"We have arrived" announced the driver. You frowned as you realized they weren't outside your building.

“I thought… we would go to my apartment first” you told the man.

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Midoriya told me that he should bring both of you here."

You felt nervous, like you couldn't breathe.

"Ah yes" Izuku muttered as he released a yawn "it's late and my apartment was closer. I thought you could stay with me today."

Your face got hot.

"No, it is not necessary. I can order a taxi if…”

"Please" he interrupted you "please stay with me"

They both looked into each other's eyes.

"Fine"

Deku got out of the car and then helped you out. He quickly spots the large building in front of you. It wasn't the first time you visited Izuku's apartment, you had done it a million times, but it was the first time you would sleep with him.

It didn't make sense though. You didn't understand why he asked you to stay with him. It is true that your apartment was on the other side of the city and that Yamato, the driver, was also tired from waiting for them all day.

Maybe Deku was just being nice to his driver. Yes. It should be that.

Deku took his backpack out of the trunk and they both went into the building. Why did you suddenly feel so nervous? The doorman glanced at them before letting them through and returned his gaze to the security cameras as they headed for the elevator.

They both climbed into the metal box and Deku pressed the button with the number twenty-three. The top floor. Compared to your apartment, Deku's was huge. It's not that you complain about your home, in fact it was perfect for you, but you always liked visiting Izuku's house to see his beautiful decorating taste.

The door opened and they came into a small hallway, where at the end was a handsome black wooden door. Deku opened and stopped the door to let you in first. You thanked him with a shy smile and quickly heard the door close behind you. Then slowly the lights started to come on and you also heard Izuku's keys hit the glass bowl at the entrance.

For a moment you felt so small and shy in Izuku's home. Like you don't deserve to be there.

"Everything is alright?" Izuku asked.

"Yes. I'm just tired and I can't think anymore” you lied. You took off your shoes before walking on.

"I know, I feel knocked out too" he smiled "is there something for tomorrow?"

"No. I took it upon myself to clear the agenda for you to rest. You can arrive at the agency at any time you want”

"Thank you very much, bunny"

They both stayed where they were. Izuku said it unintentionally. He shouldn't have said it out loud.

"I'll go change and find something you can wear" he spoke again as he entered his room.

"Yes thanks"

You approached the beautiful chair that covered a large space in the room and was shaped like an L. you still remember when Deku bought it, it took him almost two hours to choose it. It had also cost a fortune but Izuku was very happy. Deku returned almost immediately, before you could close your eyes and rest for a moment.

He was wearing his clothes to sleep with. A green shirt that looked very old and sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. The rib of his underpants was visible. You couldn't believe how Deku still wore old clothes with the huge amount of money he had.

You would definitely buy him new shirts in the week.

“I found this hoodie and this shorts,” he said sheepishly as he handed it over to you.

You stared at it and quickly realized that it was one of the hoodies that went on sale three years ago. It was green, just like her hero costume and the hood had long ears just like his.

It couldn't be a coincidence that he gave you precisely that hoodie. No, it was not. Deku was very eager to see you wearing his merch. For seeing you wearing his colors and not Shoto's.

"Oh, thank you very much Izuku" you stood up "is it okay if I use the bathroom?"

"Of course"

You took more than half an hour in the bathroom. The hoodie fit you perfectly, maybe a little big but Izuku's shorts didn't. They didn't hang on your hip and just ended up on the ground, and you weren't even that skinny but Deku had a lot more muscles than you and he was a lot bigger.

In the end you left the bathroom with only the hoodie on. Izuku was on the couch with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. He really he was very tired.

You approached him and gently touched his shoulder to wake him up but there was no response. You tried again.

"Izuku? Maybe you should go to bed."

But there was no answer. However, you suddenly felt him pull your arm and you sat on his lap. Izuku's face was hidden in the curve of your neck.

"You smell so good" you heard him murmur "you look so cute wearing my stuff"

You felt moisture on your neck. A gasp escaped your lips when you realized they were wet kisses.

"Izuku?" You wanted to push him away but you didn't have enough willpower to do it. He felt so good.

"I noticed" he moved away a little to look at his face "the way you didn't stop looking at my thighs all day"

Your face suddenly felt hot. He had caught you?

"But I don't care," he continued, "I was glad your eyes were only on me."

His hands gripped your waist tightly as he lifted the garment to feel the softness of your skin. He realized then that you were only wearing your panties.

"Izu..." you gasped again. His big hands against your skin was a wonderful feeling.

"Would you like to ride my thigh?"

You were in shock. Was this really happening?

You nodded.

“Good girls use their words. If you want something, you have to ask for it, darling."

Who was this man and what had they done with Izuku? You had never known this side of him but you were starting to like him.

You were silent for a moment. Feeling small kisses from Izuku along your neck and soft caresses on your sides.

"Izuku...can I...can I ride your thigh?"

He smiled without taking his lips off your skin.

"Of course honey"

You stood up and Izuku settled into his expensive chair as you tried to find enough air to breathe and settle into his thigh. Your cheeks burned but you felt too drunk to think about anything other than riding your boss's thigh.

Izuku spread his legs a little more and you settled in front of him. He immediately felt the moisture seeping through your panties. You put your hands on his shoulders to support yourself and you began to move your hips from front to back.

"That's it honey, I want you to cum using only my thigh"

You nodded.

He really felt great. Izuku's thigh was huge and firm yet slightly soft and warm. Much better than you had imagined that afternoon.

"Izuku, this feels so good" you gasped.

"It's what you've been imagining all afternoon, isn't it, bunny?"

You nodded again.

"Yes. I�� I wanted to do this”

"Come on, I want you to be greedy and use me for your pleasure" he encouraged you "I'm very strong, so you can apply a little more pressure"

And that you did. Your clothed pussy ran down Izuku's thigh multiple times, faster each time. You heard Deku moan as he looked at you and he didn't hesitate twice before bringing his hands to your hips to press you more against his thigh. He also began to bounce his leg off of him, which sent little vibrations through your core.

"Izuku... I... I... so close"

"Come on bunny, I want you to make a whole mess"

And that you did. You came so hard it was hard to find enough air to breathe again. Your entire body fell onto Izuku's chest as you tried to recover.

Izuku stroked your back very gently.

“That's my good girl. Do you think you can help me now?"

You looked at him with misty eyes and then you looked at his pants. A lump was growing and it seemed very painful.

"Of course"

You were about to stand up to kneel between his legs but he stopped you as he shook his head.

“Not today,” he gasped, “today I want to enter you. Another day I'll let you have fun."

Another day? Did you hear right? Would this happen again?

"Good"

You straddled Izuku and leaned in to kiss his lips. He was surprised but accepted the kiss. It was a messy, passionate kiss. You pulled away from him just a little to start kissing his jaw and then his neck. Every sound that came from Izuku's lips was like hearing an angel sing.

Your hands went to the edge of his shirt and you slowly lifted it up. You felt his abdomen very well chiseled. You parted your lips from his skin just to get rid of that ugly shirt and toss it on the floor before going back to caressing every inch of his skin.

Izuku felt in the clouds. Every caress you gave him was simply wonderful and he could come at that very moment but he held back.

Your hands then went to the spring of his boxers, which you lowered along with his pants.

Deku's cock bounced against his abdomen and it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. So long and wide. With a bright red tip. And not only that, he had freckles along his thighs. You had noticed it before but seeing it up close was wonderful.

You really wanted to taste it and feel it in your mouth, but it would be another time.

Your index finger touched the tip, earning you a huge moan from Izuku along with a squeeze in your hips.

"Come on, bunny. Don't be like that with me"

You smiled. It was clear that you were now in control of the situation.

You took his cock with your whole hand and pumped a couple of times gently. Deku was a complete mess under you. You repeated the action a few times and spread the pre-cum all over his cock.

Finally set your panties to the side and lined the tip against your entrance to slowly enter. They both stifled a big groan but Izuku was very impatient and he pushed your hip all the way. It stayed like that for a moment. They both had their eyes closed as they took in what was happening.

"Please" you heard Deku stammer "move, please"

And you did it. You started to move your hips. The moans of both began to fill the room. You were about to take off your hoddie due to the heat spreading through your body but Deku stopped you.

"I want you to wear it while I fuck you, don't take it off"

"Okay" you muttered.

You rode Izuku's dick, feeling like you were in heaven. The lewd sounds fill the room completely. Your nails were leaving marks on Izuku's back and he couldn't feel more excited. He loved that burning sensation you left on his back every time he touched the right spot inside you.

His lips met again. Deku's hands grew stronger as he indicated the pace you should follow. Surely you would have some bruises the next day but what did it matter at that moment.

Deku ran a hand around your waist to draw you even closer to him while his other hand went to your clit to rub it hard. Suddenly you felt so much pleasure running through your body that you didn't think it was possible.

Izuku broke away from your lips just to kiss your neck. Suddenly he had the need to leave marks so that everyone would know that you belonged to him and only him.

You were his and no one else's.

"Izuku... again" you stammered between gasps "I'm going to... Izuku please, I want you to cum inside me"

He was surprised by your request but if that was what you wanted, he had no reason to refuse.

“Do it bunny. I am also close. I want you to be a good girl and milk my dick."

They both climaxed almost at the same time. First it was you, stifling a big moan kissing Izuku's lips and then it was him. You knew that he controlled his strength so as not to break a bone.

In the end, Izuku fell back on the couch and you slumped against his chest.

His expensive chair was a complete mess but he couldn't care less.

"Just so we're clear" Izuku spoke after catching his breath as he hugged you and caressed your back. His cock was still inside you “I'm in love with you. I am really very in love and I would like you to be my girlfriend”

You smiled, leaving little kisses on his clavicle.

"That i would like"

He cleared his throat.

“I would also like…” somehow, he went back to a blushing mess “for you to use more of my merchandise and less of Shoto's. It makes me feel…jealous”

You smiled, leaving a kiss on his lips.

"Ok. But believe it or not, I have quite a collection of your merchandise. It's just that I was a little embarrassed to take it to work."

Izuku's eyes began to glow.

"Is that so?"

"Of course"

He hugged you tighter.

"I'm so happy"

Two weeks later the photos from that session were released. Needless to mention, they were a complete success and sold out immediately.

Of course, you also got every one of the photos where Deku was. It didn't matter that you now had him all to yourself. Those photos were worth gold.

↬ written by Novaawayne

#bnha #izuku midoria x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku midoriya #bnha deku #deku x reader #mha deku #midoriya x you #midoriya x reader #boku no hero fanfic #bnha midoriya #boku no hero acedamia #my hero academia #one shot #fluff

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bokettochild · 2 months

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if you want to pair wind with someone in "you weren't supposed to get hurt" how about complete the war trio pairings and give him and time some bonding. you have one of wars and time and wind and wars bonding so why not complete the trio?

Consider it done! No, like, actually consider it done, because I finally did do it T-T

Since you asked for me to complete the War Trio, it is Mask and not Time, but minor details, yeah? It's the same person in the long run.

Rating: General

Wordcount: 4,905

Summary: Tired of the new intruder, Mask turns to desperate measures to reclaim his personal space from the other so called hero that Link's become so taken with. Things do not go as planned. Or...well, sort of?

He didn’t ask for this.

No, seriously, Mask had never asked for this situation to ever come about. He's sort of given up asking anyone for anything at this point. The goddesses didn’t answer when he wanted to go back, to live the life he had finally begun to grow into, to see the kingdom he had saved and all the friends he had made and the world that was familiar even if it was damaged. No one listened to his wishes when he wanted to go home, only to find that the forest will no longer welcome even his child form. He’s tried; he can’t find the grove, or his siblings, or anything of his old life. Navi didn’t listen when he asked her to come back, and whatever powers existed in Termina didn’t listen when he begged for just one day to rest, or a bit of help, or really any bit of aid that didn’t cost him something.

Help doesn’t come for the asking. People only do things for you if they can get something out of it. Life is transactional, and for that reason alone at least, he finds he can respect the strange bunny merchant who’s joined their camp. At least Ravio makes no secret of what he wants, and unlike people who dance around the subject or expect him to know, Ravio states his terms point blank.

Link does not.

The captain is hard to read, hard to understand. He’s the hero, so maybe he can give without getting and maybe he can serve without reward, but that only counts when it’s for the kingdom. No one asked him to reach out to the displaced figures transported through time, to try and befriend them and make them feel at home. There’s no advantage to him doing so, no payout, and it just doesn’t track. Still, Captain Link tries, and he’s succeeding too. Even despite all attempts to keep the man out, he’s somehow made it past Mask’s defenses with that warm smile and the twisting of his own mother tongue.

Maybe it’s the spark of familiarity in those blue eyes. They glitter and gleam like Navi did, and the fae-speak that this mortal hylian man can somehow understand and respond in, scolding and commanding, but also assuring and offering warmth, makes him feel almost at home. Maybe it’s the magic though. He doesn’t think Captain Link knows, but he can feel the tendrils of warmth and strength, a protective magic that weaves over camp as the captain walks and inspects; not unlike a spider spinning a web. It’s different from the Deku Tree’s magic, but similar too. The signature of the setter is the only real change, and the warmth and security of at last being able to bask in that web of safety maybe is the reason he lowers his guard.

That’s how the man got in, lulling him into safety and familiarity, a whisper of those lost in that perfect smile, and then Mask was trapped.

Love is a dangerous thing, but somehow this man has managed to get ahold of his heart anyways, and he’s holding onto it with such warmth and kindness, protecting it so carefully, that there’s really nothing the once-again-child hero can do, only surrender and accept his defeat.

He didn’t ask for Captain Link to adopt him, but he never opposed it either.

Maybe he would have, but the man had sat him down and explained that the reason wasn’t because they found him incapable, and that it was still very much his own choice, but that without an assigned guardian who would take charge of keeping an eye on them, all children displaced across time would be sent to the countryside to stay on farms, out of the way of the danger, at least until the war was over. If he wanted to stay, he had to agree to let an adult become his guardian, and Link had offered his own services for his consideration.

Saying ‘no’ wasn’t really an option. If he wanted to help, he needed to say ‘yes’. Besides, maybe having some tangible proof that someone wanted him around, was tied to him in some way, was nice. It wasn't a Claim like fairy’s laid, but in the way of Hylians, it was really somewhat similar. He became Link’s son, and while the captain never pressured him to see it that way, there’s a small part of him that finds pride in that.

Now if only Link hadn’t done the same thing for the blasted sailor.

Link has a soft spot for kids, and that much is clear. He’s accepted that Mask is older in mind than body, but it’s clear that the child-like appearance does get the better of the man and make him forget at times, and it shows. Also, busy as he is, Link always makes time for all their youngest members of camp, making sure they are handling the events around them well. He’s had help, of course, since Marin and Ravio both make an effort to check in on everyone for him at times, and the island girl in particular is very good at handling them all, including him. Mask blames that weakness on the fact that she looks a little like Malon did when they were adults.

Even with all his duties though, it’s clear the captain finds solace in the presence of children, and privately, Mask does think that, maybe once the war is over, Link should settle down and start a family. For now, he doesn’t mind that the man who adopted him likes to be around the actual kids in the camp, letting Agatha talk his ears off about insects and entertaining Skull-kid's games and tricks. No, in a way, he finds it cute how much Link cares about them.

The problem is the sailors. Tetra isn’t so bad; she’s fun and clever and good at what she does. Impa’s taken charge of keeping an eye on her, for reasons that she won’t explain, so there’s no worry about Link trying to take her in. Her hero companion is a different story though.

Because Link is the one everyone calls when there’s a newly dropped outsider discovered, he’d been there when they’d found the sailor folk. Because the captain has a bleeding heart, he’d immediately offered a place to stay in his own tent for the younger hero, which is all well and good to start with, because Link is nothing if not hospitable. No, the problem isn’t that Link had invited Tune, it’s that Tune doesn’t go away.

What, for a short time, had been his and Link’s space, suddenly has another person in it. Where Link is content to sit quietly and work at their respective tasks, Tune chatters. Where Link will, at the least, humor him about being an adult, Tune flat out doesn’t believe him. Everything he’s just begun to get used to is suddenly changing! He can’t lower his guard anymore, and if he wants to cuddle up to the man who’s legally his father, he can’t without someone seeing and taking it as proof that he’s a child, or that he’s soft or weak or some other offensive presumption. Worse than that though, is that Link treats Tune with the same warmth and kindness that he does Mask, and try as he might to deny it, it’s become increasingly clear that he can’t stand that.

So yeah, Mask is jealous.

He doesn’t like to admit it, but he is, and he doesn’t like that Tune tromps all over everything he was just making for himself and pushes himself into the space that had finally started to feel like home. His relationship with Link is a treasure, and Tune is trying to be part of it, and Link is just letting him! Link took him in, took guardianship over him and now he says that that makes the two of them brothers.

Mask has had brothers before. He doesn’t want new ones. He’s still getting over not ever getting to see the ones he used to have ever again, still getting used to the idea that maybe in their own way, they’d actually felt something for him, despite all the bullying and mockery. He doesn’t want another older brother, one who doesn’t believe him about anything he says and who, worse yet, Link looks at with respect.

There's no shortage of warmth and fondness in Link’s eyes when they turn on him, but when turned on Tune, there’s suddenly some sense of equality, of respect. Tune offers advice and Link takes it, Tune offers help and Link accepts, Tune tells Link to put his things down and rest for a bit and Link does. Mask doesn't have advice or suggestions or really any concept of how to help the man who’s taken him in besides killing monsters. He can’t do anything or give anything back to the person who’s giving him everything, and here Tune shows up and shows him up! Giving and giving and giving and making Mask look like some pathetic mooch! Well, no more! He doesn’t want to have the other around, so maybe it’s time to let that on!

The insults and fighting just stress Link out and saying point blank that he doesn’t want the other boy in their tent just makes the captain sigh and sit them down and explain things and beg them to just try and co-exist. The number of times he’s said that he ‘isn’t asking them to be friends, but just to please get along, or just ignore each other’, is getting ridiculous. Yet, every time, Tune nods and smiles and, like the goody two shoes he is, promises to do his best, apologizing for stressing Link out.

He’s such a suck up, honestly! Mask can’t stand it!

So, instead of involving Link, instead of letting the hylians handle things their way, Mask is going to take the fairy approach to getting this kid out of his space.

It’s not hard to figure out. Skullkid, like always, is down for a bit of mischief, and the fairies he presents with his situation agree to be of aid in any way they can. It won’t affect anybody else. He’d had to steal something out Tune’s bag so that the fairies could get a handle on his magical signature, but that’d been easy enough, and the fairies were well willing to help once he’d bribed them with sugar that he’d snitched from the mess tent.

Now though, he can walk back to the tent knowing that no matter what Tune does, he’ll get lost trying to find it. It’s the same magic from the woods, less strong, since it’s not done by the Deku Tree, but it’s only supposed to work on one person anyways, so it doesn’t need to be that strong, just strong enough to make sure Tune can’t get back in. Except, much to his disappointment, the only result is that the older boy just follows Link around instead! So, when it’s late, he only has to keep an eye on the captain, and thus is still there, every night, humming and talking as dinner is made and eaten, and even afterwards sometimes. Gone is the silence they used to share, filled instead with the voice of the ‘brother’ he never asked for.

So, he tries again. He asks the fairies, he asks Midna, he even tries talking to Ravio to ask him if maybe, somehow, there’s something in the merchant’s wares that could fend off unwanted persons from someone’s space.

“Bees,” the merchant responds, sighing. “Wards and runes too, but those are tricky to lay if you’re not practiced, and unfortunately, I’m not. Mister Hero keeps bees though, and nothing and no one can get at his home without first having to get through them.” There’s a shiver that follows those words, a full body one that makes the rabbit ears of the hood bounce and sway. “Awful, horrid little devils they are!”

Were they in the woods, he’d start gathering hives and fostering bees all around the area, or at least try and learn how. They’re not in the woods though, and Captain Link likely won’t appreciate having a hive anywhere near his tent. Midna suggested getting a dog, but when he’d explained why he wanted it, she’d told him she couldn’t help any further.

“I don’t want any part in a sibling tiff,” she’d declared, and he hadn’t had time to explain that they weren’t siblings before she’d flickered off to another part of camp, most likely to pester Marin.

So, he tries again, and again, and tries everything he can think of, but even with all that he’s still left with an unwanted presence in their tent and evenings that are too loud and food too spicy. He wants Tune gone; not dead, that wouldn’t be right, but out of his hair and his space and away from himself and Link would be nice. Why, oh why couldn’t someone else have taken in the other supposed hero? But no, Link and his bleeding heart just had to take him, and now Mask suffers the consequences of it!

Well, no longer! Because Skullkid has a solution!

“A trap!”

“A trap?” He’s fond of the kid, very much so, but he’s not sure how smart the guy is. “Buddy, I’ve tried that.”

“You tried a magic trap,” Skullkid corrects, giggling, “but magic only works on magic. You’re working like a fairy against a hylian! You need to use hylian skills to stop a hylian!”

“Explain...”

“Hylians are bad at magic, very dumb sometimes.” The hat of the skullkid bobs with a knowing nod as he speaks, smile conspiratory. “He doesn’t know you’re trying to get rid of him. You need to leave no question about it! Trap him, then, after some time, come get him out! You can tell him he owes you for rescuing him, or that you set it, but you can trap him and make him realize he’s not so great!”

Technically, there are so many ways in which it wouldn’t work, but he’s already tried so much, so it’s worth a shot. Skullkid is willing to help with the rigging of it too, with just enough magic to stop the thing going off on anyone else, and employing the spell already on the tent. The older boy will end up at the back rather than the front, and when he does, he’ll fall into a rather deep hole that is spelled so no one will hear him until Mask or Skullkid come to see how he’s doing. It’s no harm done, just a quick scare and a moment to really drive home that staying in their tent is really not worth all the trouble he has to go through to do so.

For the first time in a long time that night, he manages to get Link to himself for a bit. Just quiet, dinner, no chatter, no spicy food, no blabbering and humming hero boy who doesn’t respect his space.

And then Link starts to worry. “Where’s Tune?”

He shrugs. “With Marin? They hang out a lot.” It’s not a lie. “Maybe he’s staying with her instead.”

Link shakes his head, face creasing up in a frown. “No, no, he would have told me.” With that, the man moves to stand, already grabbing for his sword and shield, things he never lets out of reach even when sleeping. “I’m going to go look for him. Stay here, in case he comes back on his own.”

Because Link is too tired to have realized the presence of the spell that keeps his other charge from being able to find the tent. He just thinks Tune follows him around, and he’s not all wrong either. Honestly, that’s probably one of the worst ways that plan had backfired, since it meant those two spent more time around each other. But no more!

The moment Link is out of the tent and out of sight, all smiles for his men even if his brow is tense, Mask is darting out and around the back, headed towards their trap.

Sure enough, Tune is inside. Dirty, tears on his face and cradling an arm that even past his green tunic, Mask can see is horrbly swollen.

“Shit.”

“Language,” the older answers, as if on reflex, before starting and staring up at him. “Wait, Mask?”

He wanted to smirk here, to crow a little at the stupidity it would take to get here, but Tune looks so pathetic, and pained. He’s not supposed to look pained. “Yeah...”

“Oh thank the seven!” Blue-green eyes dart skywards. “Someone set a trap by the captain’s tent! I’ve been calling for hours now, but no one’s come!” There’s a hardness in those eyes, a set to the jaw and brows that echoes the captain’s but a moment ago. “I’m glad Link wasn't the one to find it, but we need to tell him about this! If someone’s setting traps in camp, everyone is at risk!”

Something in his stomach curls and twists uncomfortably as he looks down at that determined face, streaked with tears and mud, yet still, the other boy is focused more on the men, the captain, and everything other than himself. He’s not even realized this was for him. Worse still-

“You’re hurt.”

A wince follows the words, although it tries desperately to be a smile. “Yeah. I think I broke my arm when I fell. Where’s Link?”

“Looking for you.”

He broke his arm. He got hurt. That wasn't part of the plan! He was supposed to get upset, but not...not... Mask’s not sure what he wants here, but this isn’t it. He got Tune hurt. Not just scared, not just lost, not just feeling stupid, but really actually hurt!

The sailor groans. “We have to tell him about this.”

“Do we?”

“Yes?” Like it’s a no brainer, like it’s obvious. “Someone set a trap in camp, Mask. One by his tent! That’s kind of a big deal!”

He knows that, but he doesn’t say it. He didn’t want Link involved though, and now Tune will pull him in and there will be a ruckus, because no one would guess that it was the sailor who was the target. Tune isn’t anyone worth targeting, not when Link is right there!

“But what if it wasn’t for him?”

“Who the-” and he cuts himself off, because Tune sees him like a child, treats him like a child, and refuses to swear in front of him, even though he knows perfectly well that the sailor’s got a mouth filthier than his own. Not for any lack of trying on his part, but Navi never let him stick around when people were using foul language, and he’d never gotten the chance to learn many words. Not in Hylian anyway. “Who would it be for then?” Because he knows too, he knows they aren’t good targets. Mask can’t tell him the truth though.

“Someone else?” It sounds desperate, een despite all effort to not.

“Who else-” and he sees something flicker, like lightning almost, in those sea storm eyes. “Did you do this?”

The accusation stings, but it’s also a sharp blade of truth, and it breaks the dam he didn’t even know was building up. “You weren’t supposed to get hurt!! I just...I- You- I don’t want you around!”

A slow blink, a heavy, deep, dangerous breath, like a dragon about to breath fire, but no flames, no words, emerge. Tune just stares, eyes stormy and cheeks red and shoulders stiff, and Mask feels himself beginning to cower just slightly as guilt mixes with the anger stirring up inside him.

He feels the need to explain himself, yet also the wish to shout and scream and rage at the intruder who disturbed the life that was finally beginning to settle. He’s not sure what exactly he’s feeling most, but it’s making his heart pound and hands sweat as he stands over the hold in the ground and the hero inside. It twists inside as he watches Tune watch him with dangerous eyes, all while cradling his broken arm. The words don’t come. The words won’t come, and he can’t decide whether he wants them too or not, just finds himself staring as Tune breathes, heavy and harsh for a while before finally mustering himself, forcibly calm, and turning sea-green eyes up towards him again.

“You set a trap.”

He doesn’t answer.

Tune doesn't wait for one. “For me. You tried to trap me, and leave me here for, what? An hour, a couple?”

He clenches his hands into fists, heart racing and face twisting up in the same way his stomach does; painful and confusing.

“Why?” The sailor blinks up at him. “What on earth did I do?”

You took from me, he wants to say. You took away my safe space, you made it yours. You broke what I found and made it what you wanted. You shoved yourself in where you didn’t belong and made me feel out of place. “You stole Link.”

For a moment, the other flounders, like a fish out of water, and then his voice explodes with a sharp “What?”

“You took Link!” He says it firmer this time. “We were fine, happy almost. I was happy! And then you came in and changed things and you- you-” he kicks at a clump of dirt on the edge of the pit, watches it roll away and crumble like he wishes the complicated feelings inside of him would do. “You took him away.” It’s softer the second time, just a whisper, a weak little thing that he hates.

“You’re jealous?” The anger is gone now, just...confusion in that face. “Are- are you seriously just... jealous?”

“No!”

And Tune stares, blinking up at him, bewildered. “You’re jealous. You, who Link thinks the world of and adores like his own son, are jealous.”

“I am his son!” Where in the world did that come from?!?!?!

A sigh and the shake of the head. “Okay, get me out. We’re going to talk.” Before he can resist, that stormy sea stare turns up to him again, warning. “If you don’t want me telling Link what you did, then we talk it out without him.”

“Gonna be hard to hide it,” he mumbles, even as, reluctantly, he offers a hand to help get the other out. It’s not that deep, the magic is really the only thing keeping Tune there, and now that he’s here, it dissipates quite easily, not halting the older boy’s climbing out at all. “Your arm’s going to give it away.”

“Help me set it,” is the easy answer. “I can down a potion and Link will be none the wiser.”

Mask stares. “You’re not going to tell him?”

Those deep eyes roll, a heavy puff of air escaping chaffed lips. “I mean, I can if you really want. I’ll tell him you got jealous and trapped me in the ground and that I broke my arm while falling down and-”

“Okay, okay! I get it! I’ll help.”

He does too. They both go back to the tent, and with a fair bit of struggle, they manage to set the broken arm just like Link’s shown them how, tying it to a splint made of a wooden spoon to hold it until the potion takes effect. The moment they’re done though, he’s stuck under that Stare again. It's not nearly as bad as Link’s, but it isn’t fun either.

“Alright, so, what made you think trap was a good idea?”

And... and... he tells him. It all sort of bleeds out in a messy amount of word vomit; the frustration and anger and everything. How he’s not keen on having a brother, how he didn’t get a choice or a warning, how its not fair! And Tune just listens, digesting the words quietly as though they aren’t mean and spiteful, as though he doesn’t sound like Mido when he says them. If Saria could see him now she’d be shaking her head, sad and sorry, probably wondering how he turned out like such a rotten little thing even after how hard she tried to teach him to be good and kind. It’s only when he finishes that the sailor says anything, and even then, it’s not even angry.

“I get it.”

He wants to scream that no, no one does!

But the sailor smiles, a crooked, sad thing. “Change sucks.”

The words hit home. Like they’re everything he was trying to say but couldn’t, and he just finds himself nodding in answer.

“I’m sorry I stress you out, but look at it from my perspective,” stormy eyes are clearing, gentling, like a cool and flat lake, “I don't have anywhere else to go either.”

“Someone else could take you!”

A shrug. “Yeah, they could. But no one else wants to. You’re not the only one who doesn’t want me taking up their space. Not that I blame them; if I was you I’d probably be pretty pissed too, but yeah. Anywhere else, I’m going to be treated like a child, like a kid, not like a hero who knows what he’s doing, who killed Ganon, who did stuff that they’ll never really get. Link doesn’t even get it yet, he’s not there, but he’s the closest I’ve got to someone who knows what it’s like to live our life.”

Mask pauses. “Our life?”

And there’s that blasted smile again. “Yeah. You? Me? We’re heroes. We beat Ganon, we won, and we went home afterwards. It changes you a lot, and I don’t think most people get that, which is good, because that means they never had to deal with the shit we have, but it does make it hard to find people who understand you. Honestly, I was really excited to hear there were other heroes here, because I hoped maybe we could...” and there’s a faint flush back to the sailor’s cheeks again. He’d already downed the potion, he’s not crying anymore, and there’s no pain or anything, but he’s steadily getting redder.

“Spit it out already.” He doesn’t mean it to come out harsh, but it does, huffing out as he keeps his arms folded tight in front of him.

Tune sighs. “I hoped maybe I’d find a friend. Someone who really understands.”

“Must suck, huh?”

Another shrug, a tip of the head. “Yeah. But I get it if you don’t want to. I did intrude on your space, and I am sorry for that. I wish you’d told me it was bothering you though, instead of trapping me like a wild pig.” He has no clue what that means, but he lets it pass, for now. “We could just have sat down and talked about it. You say you’re an adult, right? Well, adults talk about shit that makes them upset, so we can do that instead of...whatever that was.”

And it’s not perfect, not friendly and not warm and not a sweet sappy thing like maybe Tune would have wanted, but they do talk. There’s a lot of prodding and pushing, and a lot of yelling, but eventually, they work out something. No one agrees to leave, but lines are drawn. Tune agrees to keep his spices away from Mask and only share if Link asks (which he probably won’t, considering it’s Link). Mask agrees to keep his traps and tricks to himself. If one of them is in the tent, the other needs to make sure it’s okay to come in, unless it’s time to sleep or they’ll be out again quickly. There’s more to work out, and they’ll have to do this a few more times, Tune tells him, but it’s a start.

When Link comes back, he doesn’t suspect a thing. Or, if he does, he doesn’t ask. A question of if Tune is okay, a hair ruffle, and then one for Mask too, and then he’s urging them both to bed for the night. Being tucked in is childish, but they accept it. They accept it and they sit quietly while the older hero collapses on his own bedroll and goes out like a light, still fully dressed.

“He’s a great guy,” the sailor whispers once they’re sure the man won’t wake.

Mask nods. “Yeah.”

“We can do this, for him. Even if you don’t like me, and I don’t like you, we can at least make his life a bit easier by not trying to kill each other.”

“Deal. Now shut up.”

He thinks the other giggles to himself, but no more words are spoken between them. Well, not that night anyway. They have to talk again later, once there’s not the threat of Link walking in on them. It’s not perfect and there are hiccups; there are still yelling matches and squabbles and sometimes it gets a bit more physical, but for Link, they make it work. The least they can do is support their fellow hero as he prepares to face the same hell they know. Although, it really doesn’t feel that way with how intent he is on watching out for them, like he really is their dad or something.

#asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #febuwhump2024 #febuwhump #ketto writes #lu time #lu mask #lu wind #lu tune #lu warriors #war trio #war of ages

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planetyandere · 2 years

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could you write baku/todo/deku (separate) consoling their darling after the little pet they got them, to keep them occupied while they work, passes away? :( their darling is a mess of tears and clings them them all the time now for comfort after resisting them for so long </3

Warnings: Swearing, violence, yandere themes.

Bakugo

It had been a week since the incident and everyday you seemed to be getting worse. If he knew the stupid bunny was going to cause you this much grief he would've never agreed to getting you it in the first place. He only caved because you always complained about being alone and he was gone most of the day doing hero work. So reluctantly he picked up the creature from the pet store one night and brought it home to you. It was probably the only time he had ever seen you genuinely smile. Some time had passed and he was honestly kinda annoyed at how much attention you paid the stupid creature. Cooing at it and cuddling it to sleep. He wished he never got you the stupid thing in the first place.

And then his wish came true.

It was just another night after work, he was exhausted coming home but looking forward to seeing you. As he approached the door to your shared prison home he froze. What should have been muffled humming, a habit you took up since getting your beloved pet, was replaced by loud sobs. A million thoughts raced through his mind. Had someone attacked you? Did you try hurting yourself again?

He practically busted down the door. Eyes wide and frantically searching until he found your form sitting on the floor, back facing him.

"Y/n?! Why the hell are you cryi-" In seconds he was by your side but abruptly stopped when he took in the scene before him. You sat there in a heap clutching the once full of life bunny in your shaking arms.

"H-h-he was just-just jumping a-around and then he-he made this h-horrible noise a-and he-he hasn't m-moved!" He could barely understand you through your choked cries but with the limp animal lying there it wasn't hard to piece together what the problem was.

Sighing he tried to get you to calm down saying crying over a stupid animal wasn't worth it and that he'd just replace it for you but for some reason that made you cry even harder.

Eventually he was able to take the thing away from you and out of the apartment. When he came back you were still on the ground in the same place.

"C'mon don't cry, I said I'd get you another one didn't I?" His tone was that of impatience and annoyance but his face said otherwise. Honestly he hated to see you upset and just wanted you to stop crying. The only reason he got you the damn thing was because you cried about being lonely. God this was such a pain in the ass...

When it seemed like you were never going to leave the ground he came over and pulled you up by the arm, surprised a little at how compliant you were.

Your sobs had turned to sniffles at least, but it was like you were in a daze as he led you to the bedroom.

After helping you wash your face he led you to the bed. Still a little shocked at how you didn't even try to resist his touches at all like usual.

As he was finally about to drift off he heard the muffled sobs again. Sighing he reached a hand over. Eyes widening in surprise when not only did you take it, but you used it to pull him closer until your head was stuffed into his chest. He didn't even care you were soaking his shirt, too stunned that you were this close to him willingly.

Hesitantly he pulled his arms around you, not wanting to ruin the moment or somehow bring you back to a reality where you loathed his touch.

But you didn't move, you just snuggled deeper into his chest, crying your heart out while he cradled you until eventually you cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning he left you in bed to go and start cooking breakfast. It was a rare day off so he had time to make pancakes and some other things. While he was at the stove he heard you shuffling into the room.

Glancing over his shoulder he saw your puffy eyes and sad pout. His thoughts drifted back to last night's moment.

He turned back flipping a pancake, "Breakfast is almost ready, go on and get out the plates"

Instead of shuffling towards the cabinet like he expected he felt your presence behind him.

"Huh what is it?" He turned again seeing your head downcast. Confused, he raised a brow watching as you raised a single hand to his shirt and secured it there like a safety pin.

Like a child you clutched onto him. He stood there dumbfounded, frozen by your actions until the smell of burning batter got his attention.

"Ah Shit" he dumped the burned cakes into the trash and continued to cook all while you held onto him.

Even when he set the plates down he noticed how your chair was scooted just a bit closer than before.

Was he dreaming? How did you go from despising him and his touch to...being needy? Clingy even?

He wondered how long until you snapped out of it but he found he didn't really mind. After breakfast he sat in his office doing some paper work but found you hovering near the doorway soon after. So he gave up and asked you what you wanted to do.

Cut to half an hour later he was watching some sappy cartoon movie while you lay your head on his shoulder. He'd sneak glances your way every now and then. Your eyes glued to the screen but hand near his.

If he knew all it was gonna take was that stupid pet dying for you to want to be near him he would've killed the damn thing himself.

He swung an arm around your shoulder and smirked when you snuggled closer.

Yeah, he could get used to this...

Deku

"Please don't cry! It's ok! I'll get you a new one ok?!"

"But-but I don't want a new one! I want him!"

Izuku sat helplessly on the ground beside you trying to get you to calm down. He had been sleeping peacefully when your yells had him shooting out of bed.

"Y/n?! What is it?!?What's wrong?!?!" He was by your side in an instant. Frantically he looked you over for injuries but didn't see any.

"H-hes g-gone!! You pointed to the boarded window and he squinted seeing a small rip in one of the screens. Finally he pieced together what must've happened.

"Oh Bunny I'm so sorry..." he sighed relieved that nothing was wrong with you but upset that you were crying.

Hesitantly he reached an arm around you but practically jumped when you threw yourself on him, sobbing into his chest like a baby.

He froze for a moment, not believing what was happening but then wrapped his arms around you, patting your hair softly.

"Its ok, everything's going to be ok honey, how about we get you washed up and put on that new movie you like until you fall asleep?" he practically melted when you offered a tiny nod into his chest.

Carefully he helped you up and to the bathroom. Several minutes later you were tucked back in bed together.

About halfway through the movie he heard the sniffles begin again. He moved to go grab a box of tissues from the bathroom but froze when he felt your hand pulling at his arm.

"D-don't go..." your eyes sparkled with unshed tears as you quietly begged him to stay by your side.

He nodded eagerly and cuddled beside you, taking advantage of this rare opportunity and pulling you closer to him.

Todoroki

He didn't mean too. He really didn't mean to. But it had been an impossiblely long day and everything that could go wrong had gone wrong.

So when he came home in the middle of the night to the stupid creature growling at him he only got more irritated.

If it wasn't for how much you loved the stupid thing he would've gotten rid of it ages ago. He didn't understand why it loved you so much but practically bit his head off whenever he approached.

"What are you growling at mutt?" He glared at the creature standing protectively by the door to the bedroom.

He tried side stepping it but the damn thing lunged for his leg instead.

He didn't mean to kick it so hard...truly he just reacted. But when he looked over and realized the mutt wasn't moving he knew he messed up big.

Quietly so as to not wake you he removed the animal from the house and came back inside. Not knowing how he was even going to explain this one to you in the morning.

He sighed looking at your form under the covers sleeping soundly. He felt horrible.

The next morning he was awoken by a hand on his shoulder. He was startled at the contact but quickly memories of the night before flooded his mind. His vision focused to a worried looking you standing by his bed.

"What's wrong?" He asked as if he didn't already know.

"I-I can't find him, I think he got out somehow, can you please go out and look for him Shoto?"

He didn't even know what he was doing, but somehow he found himself outside for an hour looking for something he knew damn well was gone.

He could have told you the truth but honestly this was better.

You had cried when he came back empty handed. Even though it killed him he offered you another pet but you refused, too heartbroken to even consider another companion.

He became more worried as the days went on but you remained just as sorrowful. You barely touched your food and he could count the number of times you spoke on one hand.

He tried cooking your favorite meals, renting your favorite movies, even letting you go on a walk (at night and with him holding onto you of course) but nothing seemed to snap you out of this sadness.

Then one morning as he was slipping on his boots for work he found you hovering near him, shyly looking down.

"Y/n? Is something wrong?"

Your eyes met his and his own widened at your teary expression.

"S-stay..."

"Huh?"

"Please Shoto" you pulled onto his arm.

"I don't want to be alone...please?" And how could he say no when this was the first time since he'd taken you that you'd willingly wanted his company.

He should've killed that Mutt months ago...

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vully-andthegoose · 2 years

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ok hear me out

quirkless middle school Izuku saves a bunny from being hit by a car at the risk of his own life

turns out the bunny is an ancient rabbit spirit

ancient rabbit spirit grants him rabbit features/abilities, much like mirko

izu terrorizing his middle school and then UA w his new bunny quirk

kacchan having zero idea what to do w bunny deku whose kicks can send him through walls

they fall in love

the end

#midoriya izuku #mha #bnha #bunny izuku #bkdk #bakudeku #Kat surely #ktdk #my hero academia #my art #doodles

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kenzumekodma · 2 years

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18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

pairing: izuku midoriya x fem!reader

wc: 4153

warnings: praise kink, pet names (bunny, princess), fae!deku, fantasy au, oral (f recieving), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, implied pervy deku, it’s rly soft and that should be a warning in itself, no beta we die like sean bean in fantasy media

a/n: happy birthday to me! this is v v v self indulgent and akdjsbd i am not sorry reader is me w no face. also, surprise, am back posting after like 8 and a half months of not having the mental energy for it ayyyyyy. kinda set it up for a second part but lord only knows if i’ll get back in the headspace to write it. as always, if you like this and want to encourage me to write more, reblogs are the way to go!

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I wish… I wish I could be anywhere but here!

Eyes still closed, you take a shallow breath in and let the force of your air blow out your candles. Sure, you’re a little too old, you think, to be making a frivolous wish, one that only a child could believe would come true. And you knew it wouldn’t, despite the faint glimmer of hope nestled deeply inside your chest. Wouldn’t it have been better to spend your birthday wish on something more realistic, like hearing back about the job interview you had, or getting a raise like you’ve deserved for so long? If you were going to believe in magic, in tipping fate’s favour in your direction, it should be about something that’s within your control to help along, right? But fate works in mysterious ways.

You open your eyes, and the tiny bit of hope in your heart turns to coals. Nothing around you has changed. Your friends are still sitting around the table, looking at you expectantly to cut your cake. As you search for the knife, you could swear you see a flash of dark green from the corner of your eye.

“You okay?” your friend asks, and you notice your eyebrows are knit in confusion.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s, uh, just those little spots you get when you close your eyes too hard, yknow?” You make a show of blinking and force a smile to your face.

——

By the time you’re home, showered, in bed, and listening to music, you’d nearly forgotten about your wish entirely. It’s not until another voice chimes in with the song playing from your speaker. A velvety voice sings along to the words the owner seems to know, hums along to the others. You enjoy it for a moment, until you realize you’re in your room, and you live alone.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck? Did someone break in here to sing karaoke? At least they’re not off key… but still what the fuck??? Your thoughts cycle through in half a second, eyes still frozen ahead of you. As you move them to blink, though, you notice the same shade of green as before out of the corner of your eye.

“Did you follow me home?” you ask, dread pooling in the pit of your stomach at the thought that the voice might actually respond. Never once have you wished that you’d had an auditory hallucination more in your life. The green blob encroaching on your peripheral vision jumps.

“I-in a way, I guess?” the voice responds. “You can see me?”

“I’m trying not to, obviously,” you say, still frozen looking at the ceiling. A shiver of discomfort runs up your spine, and you know he’s looking at you. “Who are you and why are you here?” you demand, wavering voice giving you away.

“I, uh, I kind of live here?” his tone is as much of a question as it is an answer. “I’m, um, your guardian faerie. Izuku.” he tacks on his name, an afterthought.

“Bull fucking shit, you can’t live here because I live here. And guardian faerie? Get your folk tales right, it’s a guardian angel. Get, get out of my apartment before I call the cops,” you shout quietly, being careful to not alarm your neighbours. Poor choice, you think, but just in case you can resolve it yourself, or in case what this strange man is saying is true.

You finally bring yourself to look at him, rage evident on your face at having been inadvertently spied on. Gossamer wings peek out from behind his wide shoulders, the same verdant shade as his hair and eyes, you notice. The same green you saw flitting at the corner of your vision when you made your wish.

“I kind of live here because I, I keep an eye on you, so to speak? It’s hard to explain.”

“Turn around,” you request, your voice firm. This stranger, this Izuku, does as you ask, and you see dainty slashes cut in the back of his jacket to accommodate the wings sprouting from between his shoulder blades. “If what you’re saying is true, you can show me where you’re from, right?”

“I can’t not show you where I’m from,” he says, fiddling with the hem of his jacket, suddenly very interested in his feet.

“That’s a double negative. You can, then,” you conclude. “Take me there.”

Izuku grimaces, but gets up from his spot at the end of your bed. Energy pricks at your skin, the air’s charged like lightning about to strike. It picks up until the hair on your arms is standing up as the freckled man before you drags the palm of his hand down the panel of your bedroom door. He opens it unceremoniously to show you what at first looks like nothing. The closer you get, though, the more the other side comes into focus. Overlaid with your hallway, you see a forest at dusk, tinged green by the portal between you and Izuku’s home plane.

“If you go through here, I need you to stay quiet, stick by me, and don’t get noticed,” he says. He’s barely finished stating his conditions before you’re walking headfirst into the unknown realm. He jumps after you, sealing the portal back up as quickly as he can.

Your stomach lurches, and you wonder how Izuku manages to go between worlds so effortlessly, but you’re soothed as the prickling energy dies down. It should come with a warning, though. May cause vertigo, not recommended for children under the age of 12 or anyone human at all, Jesus… you think as you blink hard to try to regain your balance. It has the opposite effect though, as you find yourself tumbling into another creature. A blond man with a knowing smile looks down at you.

“S-sorry, new here, first day,” you mumble as you shake your head and duck behind some trees in the way you came. Izuku couldn’t have gone far, right? He came through after you, unless he left you here and took your apartment for himself. But he said to stick by him? At least that’s what you think you heard, you didn’t stay long enough to process what he was saying.

“Aoyama! Good to see you!” Izuku says. Diverting Aoyama’s attention to him should keep him from seeing you, and should also let you know where he is, he thinks. You catch on quickly, and crouch down, low enough to not be seen through the bushes between trees. Seconds creep by like minutes until you spot Izuku’s red shoes like a beacon and tug on his pants to let him know you’re here.

“Midoriya! It’s been so long, have you gotten tired of your mortal girl? You’ve been there quite a while, even took up their style of dress? Tres fashionable, my friend,” Aoyama takes the greeting as an invitation to catch up.

“No, uh, no not yet,” Izuku laughs sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve got some urgent business, catch up later?”

“Of course, of course. I won’t keep you.” Aoyama waves, and you get the feeling that he looks to the grass, exactly where you’re on your hands and knees, holding your breath. But you must be imagining it, right?

“That was fucking close,” Izuku says under his breath. “You didn’t let him see you, right?”

You weigh your options for the briefest of moments, before shaking your head side to side.

“Good. It’s lucky it was a friend, though, it could have been way worse,” he says and you breathe a sigh of relief.

“What is this place?” you ask.

“This,” Izuku gestures broadly to the forest around him as you stand up, faint lights of a city in the trees glistening in the distance. “This is Fae. You’ve heard fairy tales before, right? Well here, they’re history. Everything has to come from somewhere. Somewhere where there’s a kernel of truth to everything.”

“Where there’s a kernel of truth to everything? Oh, so what they say about the fae, in my world, it’s true? You can’t lie?”

“Nope. We have to be very careful with our words.”

“Try telling me you’re a purple octopus,” you challenge.

“I-, I’m-,” he tries to start as you giggle. “Oh, stop it, you know I can’t!” He feels his cheeks heat up, and he’s never felt more glad that you’re warming up to him enough to joke around.

“Do you let all the girls you bring to the forest tease you?” you chuckle.

“I haven’t brought anyone back here before,” he says. There’s been no one but you, he thinks, and it’s on the tip of his tongue, but he knows as much as anyone from his world that you shouldn’t let the whole truth go at once. “I shouldn’t have brought you here, it’s dangerous. You’re not supposed to be here, who knows what’ll happen if they find you.”

“If who finds me?” you ask.

“Let’s hope you don’t find out,” he says gravely.

You roll your eyes and turn to make off towards the glittering lanterns in the distance, but a large, scarred hand catches your wrist and for the second time tonight you’re frozen in place by the strange man claiming to be your guardian faerie.

“I’m not kidding, don’t go off on your own. Stay with me. We’ll go anywhere you want, I promise, but I need you to stay with me.” His skin is warm wrapped around yours, and in such close proximity you notice more about him.

Lightly tanned skin, more freckles than you noticed before, his eyes are like a reflection of the forest itself. It’s as if you’re looking at him in high definition, like every human feature he has is amplified and more beautiful than you could’ve put together in your imagination. He’s tall, too. Tall enough you have to tilt your neck back to look him in the eye from this angle. If you were to look head on, though, you’d see the muscle his jacket hides being hinted at by the t-shirt that’s just tight enough across his chest.

“Okay, fine,” you nod, increasingly aware of how close his face is, if only a fair few inches above yours.

“That’s a good girl,” Izuku says. His eyes immediately go wide, and he hopes you don’t recognize where he got that from. Instead, you look down quickly and go quiet. “I, uh, f-forget I said anything, sorry. Wh-where do you want to go?”

You clear your throat. “I want to see the lights,” you decide.

“We’ll have to stay toward the outskirts, but we can do that. The city’s all done up right now, you know. It’s real pretty.”

—-

It doesn’t feel like long, but maybe time passes differently here, you think. The full moon shines brightly above you and you guess it must be past midnight when you arrive near the city gates. You’ve never seen such a beautiful sight in your life, it’s like something that was plucked straight from your childhood daydreams. From your vantage point in the distance, you see elaborate wooden buildings with thatched roofs with moss creeping up the side walls. A circle of stones stands in what you can only imagine is the town square towards the gate. And in the background, sprawling over the city, letting its leaves seemingly touch the sky as well as its citizens, is the most grand willow tree. Paper lanterns adorn the post beside every door, a peculiar yet familiar series of dots poked into each one, letting the light shine through.

“What are those?” you ask, pointing to the lanterns.

“The stars on them? It’s the constellation Perseus. It’s named after an old, old hero from your world. You know, we share the sky,” Izuku explains. “If you think of it like this, there’s an infinite number of worlds, right? Thin as paper, sandwiched one on top of the other between nothingness and the sky. The void is infinite, and so are we. It has a way of making you feel alone but comforted, doesn’t it?”

“That might just be you,” you say, and you’re not sure whether you mean it’s only him that feels comforted, or it’s only him that’s comforting you. “A-anyway, you said there’s a festival, right? What does that have to do with a hero from my world?”

“Right! Every year around this time, there’s falling stars. I, I think you call them a meteor shower? Which sounds like stars taking a bath, but that doesn’t matter. When you watch them, it looks like they’re coming right out of the constellation, so they’re called the Perseids. Did you, uh, want to see them? I know somewhere we won’t run into anyone else,” Izuku offers.

“Yeah, I’d really like that,” you smile, and you think to yourself that just maybe your birthday wish is coming true after all. The coal of hope inside your chest fans into an ember as Izuku takes your hand to guide you to a secluded meadow about fifteen minutes away from the city.

“I used to come here as a kid when I wanted away from everything,” he says, letting go of your hand to balance himself. “Watch your step, the trail gets kind of rocky here.”

The words are barely out of his mouth when a rock slips under your foot, tripping you, and sending you flying into Izuku’s back. You tumble the remaining twenty feet or so, landing in the clearing, and let out a sigh of relief as you feel you’re on solid ground. Hanging your head, you move to get up and find where Izuku ended up.

“This, uh, this isn’t what it looks like, right?” Izuku’s voice comes from underneath you. To your surprise, what you thought was firm ground was muscle.

“I, I uh, it’s not, it’s not!” you exclaim, holding your hands where he can see them. It’s a shame, though, that you don’t quite have your balance, you think, as you fall face first onto his chest.

“You’re not making a good case for yourself, y’know,” he laughs, easing the tension. “If, if you wanted me that badly, you could’ve just said,” he teases.

“I don’t, I swear!” you protest, your ember glowing bigger.

“Are you lying to me, human?” He’s not sure he’s teasing this time. You swallow, your eyes meeting his.

“I, I am.”

With a boost of confidence, Izuku leans up to capture your lips with his own. He’s tender, his soft lips moving gently against yours as you reciprocate the kiss.

“I have to know, though. How long have you been ‘kind of living’ in my apartment?”

Izuku’s face flushes. “It’s been more than a few months. Can, can I explain more later? I’ve wanted to do this since I set eyes on you, I want to treat you properly. Anything you want to know, the answers are yours, I promise. Let me show you what you deserve.”

You nod, and he takes the permission to take your face in his hand. His kiss is more fervent now. A bonfire graces your chest with its presence. It feels like forever and yet not long enough before you break the kiss for a breath. You smile and put your hand over his, turning your head to press a soft kiss to the pads of his fingers. His breath hitches, making you smile wider.

“Y’know, I could get used to you being around,” you murmur to him.

“I want to be around, I want you to see me around,” he whispers back.

Izuku’s strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close to his chest. He rolls with you, his wings unfurling to cast a peridot haze over you with the moonlight. Kisses trail down your neck, to your chest, as one of Izuku’s hands holds your waist, the other keeping his balance. Through your clothing, he nips at your breast, then your other one.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes. He lifts the hem of your dress up just enough to pepper gentle kisses on your skin, the light touch making you squirm. “Ticklish, or eager?” he asks.

“Both,” you confess. His fingers toy at the elastic of your panties. “If you’re going to take them off, then take them off,” you tell him.

“Maybe I won’t now,” he smirks. “Maybe you’re going to have to earn that privilege.”

“H-how-?” your question is cut off by Izuku’s wandering hand easing your breast from the confines of your dress and latching his lips around your nipple. The swirl of his tongue and the light scrape of his teeth have you clenching around nothing, and you could swear there are double the stars in the sky above you.

“C-can you do that, but, ah, d-down…” you trail off, embarrassed by the idea of saying what exactly you want out loud.

“Between your legs? Of course, bunny, anything to make you feel good,” Izuku smiles and presses the softest of kisses to your forehead. “You just have to say the magic word.”

“P-please, can you?”

“That’s my girl,” he beams.

His deft fingers work their way under your waistband, taking his time as Izuku slides your panties down your thighs, over one ankle, and then the other before they’re laying forgotten in the grass somewhere. He shuffles himself down as gracefully as one can manage in the dark of night until his head rests on the plushness of your inner thigh.

Your folds glisten silver in the reflection of the moon, the light of it making you look as though you’re glowing from inside. Izuku licks a soft strip from your opening to your clit, relishing the taste of your essence he’s been dying to have for many, many months. And like with a fine meal, once he’s had a taste, there’s no stopping him.

Your whole body shudders as he teases his way around in circles, getting close to your sensitive bud but never quite touching it. A loud whimper is torn from your throat when he finally flicks his tongue up across it. Primal and hungry, it’s purely human, and music to his ears. He darts his tongue into you to give you a brief respite before latching around your clit, alternating between suckling light pressure and giving you broad strokes with his tongue flattened.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, please, ‘Zuku!” you cry out, and he knows you’re a hair’s breadth away from the edge. He pulls back, forcing your body to calm back down.

“Wh-what’d you do that for?” you can’t stop the pout on your face from forming.

“Trust me, okay? It’s gonna feel even better around my cock. Wanna make you feel so good, bunny. Doesn’t my pretty girl wanna feel good?”

You nod, hellbent on being good for him, and he smiles, the wetness of your arousal glistening around his mouth. Izuku leans down and kisses you once more, this time you taste yourself on his tongue.

“When you feel like you’re ready, let me know, okay? I have to prep you a little first, I don’t want to hurt you.” He peppers kisses along your cheek, and you look away, but smile and nod. “Getting shy on me?” he chuckles. You start to shake your head, but nod instead. “You’re cute, you know that?”

“‘M ready, is what I am,” you counter. The white hot feeling in your abdomen has subsided, although the fire in your chest is hotter than the core of any star you’ve ever seen.

“You sure?”

“Mhm, I’m ready for you ‘Zuku.”

Izuku presses one last soft peck to your lips before repositioning his face between your legs once more, this time with his fingers circling your entrance, ready to take the plunge.

“It’s going to stretch a little, okay?”

“‘Kay.”

With his tongue flat, he licks your clit with very little pressure, just enough to distract you from the intrusion of one of his fingers. The stretch isn’t as bad as you’d expected, and he finds your little bundle of nerves without any issue. When he adds a second finger, though, you inhale sharply.

“Look at me, princess. You’re doing so well for me, so well. Taking my fingers so well. So good, princess,” he says between kisses to your mound. You mewl at the praise, you’d do anything to hear it again.

“‘Nother one, gimme a-another one, please.”

He scissors his two fingers inside you, stretching you until he’s sure you can take a third. Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, and slower still he pushes three back inside, being sure to suckle and flick his tongue quickly around your clit to keep you from clenching too tightly around them. You adjust quicker than he expects, something he’s thankful for. His cock is getting too hard to ignore, straining at his pants as it is.

“Ready, bunny?” He waits as patiently as he can for you to nod before he pulls his fingers out. Fumbling with his pants seems to take an eternity to him, and he curses mortal fashion for putting aesthetics over functionality.

“Let me,” you say quietly. You reach out, and with a swift motion you have his pants undone, threatening to fall down his waist.

“Thank you. Such a good girl for me, you are. So helpful,” he showers you in praise.

He takes a moment to memorize every inch of your face, the curve of your hips, the soft texture of your skin underneath him as he lines himself up to sink himself into you. You gasp softly as he slowly pushes his tip past your ring of muscle, and you’re so glad you let him stretch you for as long as he did. He feels big, big enough you’d have tapped out if he hadn’t.

You feel a vein slide against your velvet walls in the most delicious way, and you clench around his thick girth.

“‘M not even in all the way, bunny,” he breathes out a chuckle. Forever and a day seems to pass by before he’s sunk himself into you to the hilt. “Say the word an’ I’ll start moving,” he says, dizzy already from how tight and sweet you are.

“P-please, ‘Zuku,” you beg, “feel like I’m gonna explode if you don’t move,” you whimper. Izuku has never been one to deny you anything. Any little push of fate, anything he can help you and get away with, he has. Hell, his intervention is the long ago catalyst to your tryst, but he’ll tell you about it later, he thinks. Until then, all he wants to think about is how right it feels to have your legs wrapped around him, to have you to himself so intimately.

His thrusts are slow and deep, and when you close your eyes, you see shooting stars more clearly than you can with the meteor shower going on above you. You rock your hips into his, desperately pushing your lips to his neck, kissing every free inch of skin you can get your lips on.

“Close?” asks Izuku.

“Y-yeah, ‘m t-too close,” you whimper. He ensnares you in a searing kiss.

“Go ahead, princess, cum for me,” he murmurs against your lips. With a whine, you’re gripping him inside and out, like you’ll never let him go. Your eyes squeezed shut as he rips the orgasm from your body. “S-such a good girl, good princess, so good, g-good,” Izuku babbles as he tumbles off the edge, releasing thick ropes of sticky white inside you. His damp curls stick to his forehead as he rests his head against yours. You settle your hand in his hair and pull his head down just a little bit further to press a kiss to his lips.

“L-look, there’s so many of them,” you say, looking just behind his head to the night sky. If you didn’t know better, you’d say dozens of stars were falling from the sky just for the two of you. Izuku leans on his forearm, letting himself fall to the side and pulling you in close to him.

“You’re like my own little star who’s come to the ground,” he says quietly, kissing your temple.

“Is, is this all because of my wish earlier? Do you think?” you ask.

“I can’t be sure, but I think so.”

“Whether it is or not, this is the most I’ve felt alive in as long as I can remember,” you confess. The sun itself can’t rival what was once an ember in your chest threatening to go out. “I hope no matter what plane, I don’t have to be without you again.” Izuku pulls you closer in his arms, admiring you as you look from him to the sky once again.

“I hope so too, bunny. I hope so too.”

taglist: @patchworkpuzzle @jozhenji @hanayanetwork

#deku x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #deku x reader smut #deku smut #izuku x reader smut #izuku smut #izuku midoriya x reader smut #bnha x reader #bnha x reader smut #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha x reader smut #mha smut #deku x you #izuku x you #izuku midoriya x you #bnha fantasy au #mha fantasy au

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faulty-writes · 11 months

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Hello I'm not sure if you're free right now but could you do headcanons for bully Mirko and bakugou (separately) with a reader who is very chill but when insulted just enough they ROAST THEM TO THEIR VERY BONES (also search up packgod on YouTube if you don't know what I mean) and finally have fun 🙂

[ I listened to this dude, and I almost felt bad for laughing. Goddamn though, he gives Present Mic a run for his money with the way he spits out them words. I hope you enjoy these headcanons, I missed writing for our bunny girl and hot-headed boom boom boy. ]

"Awe, what's a matter? Is pretty face gonna cry?!" Rumi mocked, making the motion of wiping her eyes to further add to the humiliation she hoped you felt. You groaned, picking your now food-covered face up from your tray. Yes, this was your life. Constantly being bullied by Rumi.

Despite the obstacles in your everyday school life, you were known for your calm and collected attitude which at times would bother Rumi as she continuously tried different tactics to get a rise out of you. Jello in your locker, tacks on your seat, hell even physical bruises on your body. But no, nothing seemed to make you angry.

Rumi aspired to be a hero and while she knew the things she did weren't very hero-like, everyone had their own style and that's just something the public would have to deal with. Of course, her heroic side shined more when she witnessed you getting bullied by others instead of her, and frankly, she didn't know how you'd handle them on your own so stepping in was the only option.

"Ya know, that could have been bad back there, pretty face!" she snapped before furiously biting into her carrot. "Keep letting them treat ya like that and ya won't make it in the real world," she noted, but you only smiled in return knowing that the best kind of advantage is when others thought they had the upper hand.

"Big-nosed, big-headed, Fat Gum looking what?" Rumi questioned, holding her hands against her stomach as she laughed. She never imagined she'd step into the middle of you screaming at someone, granted they had just insulted you and frankly you had enough drama for one day, so you unleashed your secret weapon. The power of roasting.

"Hah! Do that again! I dare you!" Rumi said, jabbing your shoulder and well, who were you to deny her wishes? 'Big-toothed, orange carrot eating, no good sleeping, peeping and sneaking, rule-breaking, poor excuse for WWE fighting, Bugs Bunny rip off,' wasn't something she expected to come out of your mouth but in a way, she loved it.

It was partly a relief to know that you could, maybe, handle your own. "Looks like my pretty face is growing up," she declared, placing her hands on her hips. "But don't go thinking you've outsmarted me, got it!?" you should have known nothing would stop Rumi's goal of making your life miserable.

He hated and loved you. It was rare that someone wasn't intimidated by him. Sure, there was that damned Deku and Best Jeanist, and like Best Jeanist, you had a calm composure around him, and it pissed him off.

"Say something already or I'll kick your ass, damn it!" he snapped, grasping the front of your shirt while smoke seeped from his palms. You knew from experience that Katsuki was a hothead and disregarded the rules which is why you had become his target for bullying. But you refused to give him the satisfaction he was looking for and frankly, you didn't like how you got when someone truly pissed you off.

Much like Present Mic, your voice was your biggest weapon. This paired with your intellect or ability to spit rhythms was part of the reason you preferred to remain in a calm state. But Katsuki didn't understand this, not that you admitted it to him, and because of this he continued to make your everyday school life a living nightmare.

"Had enough yet!?" he demanded with his arms crossed, standing in front of you who was currently slumping against a brick wall. There were several burns across your body and the reason behind said burns was because you had refused to give Katsuki the reaction he was looking for and so he decided to try and force it out of you, Of course, this didn't work.

You knew he wouldn't believe you and you couldn't blame him. After all, who would think that you were the master of musical insults? "Heh, so what? Words don't mean anything," he said with a smirk. "If they did, you would have said something already. Challenge me, damn it!" he demanded with a snarl but now wasn't the time. At least that's what you decided.

It took a lot for you to get worked up, but as of late, Katsuki's constant belittlement of you was a little too much. So when you finally spit out, 'Blond anime-looking spiked-up hair, lame quirk using, kool-aid man bursting through walls, overactive, non-stop, mouth flapping, idiot!' you felt an enormous amount of pride fill you as his jaw dropped.

#rumi x reader #katsuki x reader #mirko x reader #katsuki x you #mirko x you #katsuki x y/n #mirko x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #faulty writes: katsuki bakugou: 23 #faulty writes: katsuki bakugou: headcanons: 23 #faulty writes: rumi usagiyama: 23 #faulty writes: rumi usagiyama: headcanons: 23

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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BakuDeku Werewolf AU

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked on titles are mine.

Some contain mature content. Read tags.

Art work by @insinirate .

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Wolfless by Fether

Summary: Izuku runs an apothecary for many clientele, and keeps their identities under wraps. He isn't expecting to see someone from his past come walking through his doors, looking for his services in particular...

One Shot | SFW | No Quirks

Werewolf Baku x Human Midoriya

Let's Give Them a Show They'll Never Forget by Sol_Morales707

Summary: Katsuki Bakugou hates the circus he was trapped in for life; he, a werewolf alpha destined to raw, breed, and claim all the pretty omegas in the world, was nothing but a clown for the humans’ entertainment. It was utterly humiliating, and the werewolf lives a bitter life.

Only his caretaker makes it worth it, for a human; the boy was ridiculously adorable and sweet and the alpha is excessively fond of him. When he sees an opening, not only to escape but also to claim what’s his, Katsuki exploits it and gives the humans a show they’ll never forget.

One Shot | No Quirks | Circus AU

Rated - Explicit

A full moon by @silverynight

Summary: "Oh, but look who it is!" Bakugo smirks, leaning into Izuku's personal space; for a moment Izuku thinks he hears him sniff, like he's trying to smell him, but that would be weird... It's probably just his imagination. "Little bunny Deku! You're smaller than I remember!"

Izuku narrows his eyes back at him, which only makes Bakugo smile even more.

"I'm not small! And stop calling me that!"

"Bunny?" Bakugo chuckles, moving in circles around the green haired young man like he's some sort of predator and Izuku is his prey. "But you're like a bunny! A nerdy, little bunny."

***

In which Bakugo is a hopeless werewolf trying to woo a human in the worst way possible.

Complete | 4 Chapters | No Quirks

Rated - Teen & Up

shiver by hutchex

Summary: The storm began in the early morning and quickly whited out the landscape. Nightfall came hours ago, but the rattling winds and violently swirling snows haven’t died down at all.

You wouldn’t be able to tell that it’s a full moon.

One Shot | No Quirks | OmegaVerse

Werewolf Alpha Baku x Omega Deku

Rated - Explicit

Tomorrow and Forever by crowsushiroll

Summary: When wolf-shifter Katsuki is injured and on the brink of death during a snow storm, he is found and saved by a hunter named Izuku.

While Izuku treats his wounds and nurses him back to health, both are wary and cautious of each other. But as the days go by and the snow storms keep them trapped inside the cave, they slowly go from complete strangers to something more.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

Werewolf Midoriya x Human Baku

you smell like love by gochumilk

Summary: “They’re my, uhm, undergarments.” Katsuki refuses to meet Deku’s gaze, hands trembling where he clutches his satchel. “You’ve mentioned before that you really like how I smell and that it helps to keep you sane during and after your transformation, so…”

— — —

Or, Katsuki goes into the woods to pay a visit to his werewolf friend, and to give him his scent-soaked undergarments that’ll help the werewolf with his shift. However, these triggered a rut, and Katsuki's determined to help his best friend.

One Shot | Age Gap | No Quirks

Rated - Explicit

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gglitch1dd · 3 months

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Is there anymore Deku content on the way? I LOVE LOVE LOVE your characterization of Deku. It’s one of the bests i feel.

There will be in the future! I'm just currently not feeling well. But I promise there will be more Izuku.

In the meantime, there is a story where he's the main focus on AO3. It's called Prey. It's a story I've written about Reader being a bunny hybrid and having to fight in a sort of hunger games like tournament later on in the story and has to train and get used to her new life at UA. She runs into amazing Izuku but also Katsuki who's a wolf and who wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into her.

Context: UA High School. A school that produced some of the most famous participants of The Hunt since its creation. From both rabbit and wolf side. The strongest, the fastest, the smartest and the most determined of them all were cultivated and brought forth from UA. With the school’s motto for excellence and striving for a more equal and co-existing future between all rabbit hybrids and wolf hybrids in front of the cameras they were doing better than most. However, even inside UA’s walls the rivalry between bunnies and wolves couldn’t be stopped.

These two dynamics represented their society and the world they lived in. Hunter vs Hunted. Predator vs Prey.

Wolves vs Bunnies.

#izuku x reader #bunny reader #bunny hybrid #bunny hybrid deku #bunny deku #izuku midoriya x reader #bully bakugou x reader #bully bakugo

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short-black-diamond · 2 years

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NOOOOOoooooooo.....

UHMMMMMMMMMM, I’m alive, haven’t posted in a while and i’m sorry, anyways, here’s a thought that crossed my mind!

Hope y’all like it! BTW, no good ending for deku, like, Reader ends up with Bakugo n shit.

Um Um gender neutral (They/them/their), no name called, like (Y/n), I didn’t write (Y/n), annnnd, yeah.

Um, so it’s actually mutual pining, but...yeah, i dunno. READ!

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Bruh, imagine one sided love with Deku.

You, who has known Midoriya Izuku all their life, who has been there for him when he found out that he was quirkless, when he got made fun of by Bakugo, when he didn’t feel his best.

So...

Why?

Why is he doing that to you?

Why is he going towards Uraraka and not to you, with your outstretched arms, ready to hug him when he fucked up throwing the ball in the first test they had with the whole class on the first day of school? She only gave him a pat on the shoulder.

Why was he trying to talk to Todoroki when the latter one didn’t want to have to do anything with the green haired boy? Why did Izuku care so much?

Why didn’t he talk to you as much as he did when it was just you two against the world?

Then it hit you.

You loved him, but he only liked you. yeah, that’s it. Nothing more.

anger, sadness and pain filled your whole body and soul the more you thought about it, and before you saw it coming, you spent the rest of the holidays alone, training to become a better person.

Not once, ever since Deku met All Might, did you get a message other than ‘can’t srry’, ‘’m training rn’, ‘Maybe next time?’, or read on your phone from that freckled boy.

Heartbreak.

that’s what it was, yes...

You were so stupid. Why didn’t Deku tell you about his quirk that he had after all? Why was Uraraka the first one to witness it? Why was Bakugo the first one to find out about it? Why are Todoroki, Iida, Uraraka and Deku suddenly close friends with each other?

Why?

Is it because you’re somebody he knows already? Someone he thinks is boring? didn’t he like you anymore? Is that why he barely talks with you, too busy blushing whenever Uraraka touches or smiles at him?

You wanted to puke. You wanted to rip your heart out. Bang your head against a wall, fall down a building, drink poison, anything to stop those fucking butterflies erupting in your stomach whenever you thought about your ex bestfriend.

Stupid feelings...!

...

It’s Sero, who notices your absence and lack of optimism first. Knocking swiftly on your door before opening it slowly, he is met with you pushing yourself up with your arms on a bar, in a handstand.

“Whoah, you alright there?“, he asks, cautiously stepping closer and sitting down on your bed. a soft matress welcomed his ass as he sat down, and he sunk down a bit because of his weight.

You didn’t hear the scotch tape dispenser and kept up with your training, sweat forming on legs, arms and neck, as well as on your forehead, rock music blasting your eardrums. your eyes were trained on the ground as to not loose your balance.

Huh, pretty cozy in here., Sero thought.

Just now, the black haired boy realised that he has never been in your room until now.

Sero looked around. He counted two pots of plants by the balcony, three little aquariums on your bookshelves, a big, little house like cage for Koda’s and your bunnies, which they rested in peacefully (yes, Koda canonly owns a bunny!) and as to not disturb them, you heard music with your earphones and tried your best to keep quiet with your groans.

On the floor were some lost leaves for the bunnies, a few slices of carrot on the old fashioned nighttable, and lots of pet toys. but, there were also many pillows. A few people could make a pajama party here.

And that became Sero’s idea. He smirked while watching you as he dialed Denki’s number, who then contacted the whole group.

Soon, the loud people met your sweaty body and Sero looking at your form. They looked around, everyone thinking the same thing.

They’re not as intimidating as they look.

Suddenly, your feet met the ground, but you didn’t make a noise. you panted slowly as you stood up, but your sould nearly left your body when you saw the five people in your dorm room.

“What the fuck? What are you guys doing here?!“, you whisper-yelled, not wanting to wake the furry pair in their nice little home.

“Sero chatted us!“, mina cheered silently.

“You looked down a little, so I thought we could chill a little.“, Sero gave back, speaking quietly.

You locked eyes with Bakugo, and to your utter disbelief, he gave you a look of concern.

“You okay? You seem...dried out.“, he rasped, eyeing your body which was covered in sweat.

You didn’t know what to say.

Was THE Bakugo Katsuki asking about your wellbeing???!

“I...need a shower. Don’t be loud or touch anything.“, you then commanded upon seeing Kirishima, Denki and Mina play with your fishes.

...

After about twenty minutes with a cold shower later, you were met with the sight of the five people having widen out your bed and everyone laying on it in a tangled mess; Mina was sleeping on Sero, Sero’s legs were on Denki’s stomach, Denki’s back was on Kirishima’s back, and Bakugo has somehow managed to sleep next to them without them touching him.

You chuckled quietly and struggled to find a place to sleep on without laying your body parts on somebody else’s, when Bakugo pulled you flush against his chest.

You blushed furiously while trying to escape from his vice grip, but he only pulled you closer. “Um...Bakugo-”

“Let’s stay like this. Tell me. Why are you behaving like that?“, he whispered. The soft snores of your loud friends signaled that you and Bakugo were the only ones awake at this hour.

And that gave you time to think about your answer.

“I...well, it’s about Izu- Midoriya.“

“Ouch, what did he do to make himself land on last name basis with ya?“

You laughed a little, your nervousness about being so close--too close--with your childhood rival, fading a little.

Huh, it’s pretty nice with him.

Only now did you feel his chiseled hand trail up and down your body, relaxing you. comforting you.

“I don’t know. First thing I know, we’re besties, it’s me and him against the world, and the boom. Suddenly he has all those other...those better people around him...“

Bakugo listened to what you whispered. He didn’t say anything.

“...He is friends with Todoroki, son of the number one pro hero. With Iida, son of a rich family. With Uraraka, whom he must have a crush on...!

I-I mean, look at her! She’s so much more than me..! She is so nice! While I’m trying to be intimidating and shit. She has a nice, high voice, while mine is grotesquely deep. she can make things float! And what can I do with my quirk? No-“

A pair of soft, caramel tasting lips touched yours tenderly. He pressed them on you, very slowly, cautiously, as not to ram into you. His lips were made to fit against yours it seemed.

he breathed out a sigh, and you, being completely shocked and surprised, calmed down a bit after a few seconds. Then you closed your eyes and cherished the moment.

After a little more moments of that sudden intimacy, you guys broke the kiss.

You still had your eyes closed, still feeling the explosive boy’s lips on yours. When you opened your eyelids, you caught him looking at you with a little smile.

“Please don’t think so lowly of yourself. If you want to know, ‘m havin’ a hard time catchin’ up with ya. Yer more than that floaty bitch, y’know? And about that damn nerd...I’ll handle this. a’ight?“

Unable to say anything - then again, what could you say? - you nodded.

And then, you saw Katsuki avert his eyes, his cheeks changing their colour and he stuttered something.

“...w-would you like to... go out ...with me or somethin’?“

at that, you smiled. “Sure, why not?”, and you snuggled into his tits. chest.

Securely, you fell into a deep slumber in the arms of your former enemy.

But...that didn’t seem to be so bad now.

...

“Oi, you ready or nah?“, your boyfriend sneered, standing in the doorway. you were putting on a jacket to your school uniform. “Katsuki it’s cold.“

“I am hot.“

“I know, now put on this hoodie.“

“No.“

“...Why not?“

“It’s-“ - “Put it on.“

“Okay.“

You felt a pair of eyes staring at you when you left the UA building to go hiking with Katsuki and when you turned around, you saw Midoriya looking at you with a sad expression.

Why was he looking at you like that? He has Uraraka after all! And his new best friend Todoroki! And the little brother of the Pro Hero Ingernium!

since you had no feelings for the green haired guy anymore, you gave him a look of disgust before turning around and looking forward to the date your boyfriend wanted to take you on.

...

“why...?“, Izuku asked himself, after you gave him stank eyes and fucked off with his childhood friend. Hand in hand. Ouch.

Uraraka grabbed her chance to confess.

“well, maybe they like Bakugo more? And don’t worry, you’ll find somebody better soon!“, she cheered.

But Izuku was having none of that.

“No, I’ll talk to them. I can’t believe they’d date Kachan! I don’t want to believe it!”, soon, tears blurred his vision and he retreated back to his dorm room, leaving the floating girl in the common room.

In his room, Izuku took off all the posters. Yes, the All Might posters.

...

“we’ll be heroes together! Okay Izuku?! Kachan?!“, you yelled giggling, and your two best friends cheered.

“Yes! I’ll be the number one pro hero!“

“No, I will be!“

“Jeez, why do you guys always need to be number one?! Being a hero isn’t about who is the best, it’s about saving the innocent and fighting the evil!“

“Oh, they’re right!“

“Then we’ll save as many people as possible and fight the bad guys as good as we can!“

“Yes!“

“Yeah!“

...

that memory came when Izuku found a photo of you, him, and Kachan as little children in his drawer. He didn’t remember when he put it there, but it always made him happy. Now his heart broke.

He saw another photo underneath the first one, and his heart nearly shattered upon seeing the next flashback.

...

“Wow, Mido, you really planning to buy all these posters?“

“Yep, I wanna have all of them!“

“Well, talk about hurting the environment.“

Izuku and you were in your thirteenns, you were looking edgy and you were popular, while Izuku was just a simple loser nerd, but still, you hung out with him.

He was holding many plastik sticky posters in his hand, in a plastic bag, and you were buying eco friendly books in your cotton bag.

You were angry at him, to say the least, but you couldn’t let him know.

After all, you wanted to become an intimidating hero.

But, Izuku knew you, and your sarcastic remark didn’t really soothe his nervousness and guilt around you.

What could he say? He was a sucker for emos and goths!

“W-well, I will hang them in my room for a long time! Until they fall off alone!“

“...I sure hope that for you, Mido.“

at your nickname, he blushed, and quickly followed you to the cash register.

...

Now, he was ripping the All Might posters with all his strength, and he scraped the walls a little, but not that he cared.

Izuku was crying so hard as memory after memory of good times with you and him came crashing down on him and it was tearing his heart apart.

Now, after he even broke the big poster on the ceiling and stuffed all his all might figurines into a carton, he sighed, his chest heaving, and he sniffed.

Then, he took his phone which he let fall onto the bed carelessly and texted you.

‘Hey, where r u rn?‘

‘Is everything ok?‘

‘Wanna meet up?‘

No answer, every single message he sent you wasn’t even on read.

five minutes passed, nothing.

He tried doing homework.

Nothing after 30 minutes.

Three hours later, he looked at his phone again.

You did read his messages. But you didn’t answer.

Izuku wrote again.

‘R u good?‘

‘are you feeling ok? Should i come ovr?‘

‘pls answer...‘

you read them on the spot.

And this time, you were writing- No, a voicemail?

After said voicemail, ten seconds, appeared, he pressed on the play butten and quickly put it right next to his ear, a hopeful smile on his lips.

“Izuku. Stop writing me. Stop thinking that we’re friends after you’ve fucking ghosted me for nearly a fucking year. And don’t you ever fucking talk to me again. ever.“

...

You sighed, a tired look on your face, as you layed down onto Katsuki’s bed after you gave said owner your phone to place on the nighttable.

He chuckled before swiping your hair to the side and softly kissing your temple. you moaned contently and smiled as you closed your eyes.

“You did a great job, y’know?“

“Yeah, feels nice to finally tell someone to fuck out of somebody’s life. Also, can we go hiking again? I haven’t been so close to nature in ages...!“

“Sure, love.“, he whispered before cuddling you with his sweaty hands, but you didn’t mind wet hands.

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