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reaper deku x f!reader

summary - after you die and deku comes to collect your soul he takes personal responsibility for you.

cws - monsterfucking light, he's got horns and a long tongue and is 7 feet tall, sleeps in a nest, collects souls ready to pass on. reader is dead, she's been murdered by her abusive boyfriend, but the story picks up after she's passed. breeding, deku's a gentle dom, huge cock,, uhhh yeah honestly this is pretty soft,

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It’s not that he liked his job, Deku reminds himself as he feels the tugging towards another soul ready for departure, it’s that he feels a sense of duty. He was a shepherd, to most of the people he visited, death was a kindness, a release, and he was sure, already leaping over rooftops, his tattered black cloak dragging behind him, that you would be no different. Like most people, you barely notice his figure darkening the doorway, but oh you poor thing, you can barely move. 

“Ohh,” he can’t help it, the sympathetic sound pouring from his lips, what a helpless little human, “So many broken bones,” he muses in a soft coo, squatting beside you. You’re leaned up against the wall of an empty apartment, blood trickling down the side of your face. You let out a little breath, and when he rests his hand on your shoulder the pain dissipates. “I haven’t seen one this bad in a while,” he says, and you gasp in shock, looking up at the dark figure that suddenly appeared next to you. 

He was tall, and broad, with a tangle of dark green curls that matched his glittering verdant irises, a smattering of freckles across his nose. He reaches a scarred hand out to you, and you take it, bursting into tears as he pulls you to your feet. 

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, “I’m sorry you probably deal with this all the time.” Your voice is softer than he expects, little more than the whistle of a teakettle. He wraps his arms around you, folding your body into his warm chest. 

“Actually,” He says, “Most people are angry.” The lump in your throat only grows as the hot tears spill down your face. “They want more time, another chance, and I can’t give it to them.” 

“I-I-I’m ready to go,” you blubber, “I’m so t-tired, and everything hurts.” He rubs comforting patterns into your back. 

“Let’s take a second,” he says, looking down at the top of your head. “It’s alright, no more pain where we’re headed, okay?” You only cry harder. 

“I never,” you sniff and look up at him, “I never had a chance.” He moves one of his hands higher, tangling it in your hair, a question he never asks on his lips. 

“Who did this to you?” He says, and you turn around to glance at your body but he catches your chin with a kind smile. “Better not look, hm?” You nod

“W-we could go to my kitchen?” You hiccup and he lets you lead him forward.

“I can make you tea.” He says, opening the cabinet with your mugs in it on the first try. 

“Death can make tea?” You ask, and he nods without turning around.

“I’m not death.” He clarifies. “I work for death.” He turns the stove on, filling a teapot with water and looking over his shoulder at you. “I asked who did this to you?” 

“M-my boyfriend.” You mumble. “No matter how hard I t-tried, he was never happy with me, and when I tried to leave,” You tremble, unable to finish the sentence. 

“No,” Deku coos at you with surprise, as if he hadn’t heard this story a million times before, as if this was new information, “Sweetheart, that’s not love, you deserved to be loved.” You nod slowly, your eyes burning with fresh tears, and the need to comfort you nearly overtakes him. 

“No one else wanted me.” You press your lips together. “I never had a chance at all.” Deku takes a box of tea down from the cabinet and inspects you carefully, your skin in the moonlight, your red-rimmed eyes. 

“You don’t have questions for me?” He looks over his shoulder at you and you shake your head. “You know it’s not true that no one else wanted  you.” He says, sitting down next to you at your kitchen table. “You’re very beautiful, so I’m sure that’s not true.” You sniff. 

“Thank you.” You say, and he reaches over and brushes some hair out of your face, his hands ghosting your skin and then returning to his side. 

“Tell me what happened?” He murmurs, “I have time.” You swallow, and nod. 

“He, he came home, and he was drunk.” Dekus eyes never leave yours while you’re speaking, “And he was upset, about, about something, maybe sports, maybe me. He wanted me to have sex with him, and I didn’t want to, I just, I didn’t feel like it.” Deku gets up, takes the kettle off the stove, and pours the boiling water, setting the steeping tea in front of you with a soft thump. You touch it, half expecting your hands to go through the ceramic, but they don’t. 

“This isn’t your fault.” He says, joining you. 

“You didn’t make yourself tea?” You ask, eyes widening a little. 

“I don’t really, eat.” He explains. “You won’t either, when we leave.” 

“Where are we going?” You ask, cupping the mug in your hands, it’s warm on your cool skin. He thinks about it before responding. 

“The next phase of existence, it’s different for everyone.” He stops himself, closing his eyes, “I’m, I’m sorry, you’re not,” he swallows, “You shouldn’t be, you shouldn’t be okay with this,” the pain is evident in his voice, “You should be fighting me, you should be kicking and screaming, you should be begging for a chance at revenge!” You take a long slow breath in, lower lip trembling. 

“I know this isn’t what you meant,” You mumble, throat tight, “But what I heard was that I can’t even die correctly.” You bury your face in your hands. “Can we just, can we go, to whatever’s next?” 

“No!” He says, scandalized. “No, we can’t.” He takes your hand and pulls you out of your chair, “There had to be things that you always wanted to do?” You wipe one of your eyes. You’d had dreams once, maybe as a child, in those limited golden-tinged memories, you’d had things you’d sworn to do before this, the most human of inevitabilities. 

“I can’t think of anything.” You whisper, and he shakes his head. 

“Sure you can, is there a place you thought of going?” You think about it hard, at one of the jobs you’d had, at one point, your life was already blurring together, one of your co-workers had a 

“Um, I guess I wanted to see Venice?” He yanks you down the hallway, and out into the summer drizzle. “What the hell are you doing?” He doesn’t answer, pulling you up into the clouds, you’re not flying exactly, there’s hardly any movement, except the turn of the planet beneath him. “Hey,” you try to get his attention hanging from his forearm as you move higher into the sky. He holds his posture, but you dangle like a christmas ornament, “Hey,” you say again, louder, and with a soft grunt he lifts you, holding you to his chest while he flies, wrapping his cloak around your body. After a few seconds, you’re flying over an ocean, moonlight sparkling on the dark waters, clinging to him, shivering in the cold. 

“We’re obviously going to Venice,” He says, a touch of frustration in his voice. “I want you to see, something, something you can mourn, you need to. It’s  human, it’s healthy.” You look up at him.

“Why are you so concerned?” 

“It’s part of my job.” He says, “To guide humans. To take them to the places they need to go. And I decided you and I go to Venice, now.” You wrap your arms around his neck and feel his hands on your waist. As you touch down on the cobblestones, the moon is high, glittering on the canal. He leads you down the street, people don’t stop to look at you, you gather after he walks straight through a lampost, because they can’t see you. You’ve been walking for a few minutes, he doesn’t let go of your hand. You look down at it, his nails are varnished black, the fingers long and thick. Everything about him is big, you realize, even more so on the tiny Eurpean streets. 

“Am I dreaming?” You wonder out loud, and he looks down at you. 

“No.” He confirms. “Does this help, though, being here?” You sigh, shivering, the air is cool and wet. You swallow. 

“I don’t know.” 

“I could get you ice cream.” He says, a touch of desperation to his tone. 

“I had a dream, once.” You say, so softly, he has to lean in to hear you at all. “I wanted him to love me.” You breathe the last word, “I want him to touch me softly, because,” you gesture around the piazza, remembering that it was the honeymoon in your co-workers photo and not the sinking city you’d longed for, “I wanted a real love.” Your lip trembles. “And I’m never going to get it.” The tears fall again. “No one ever touched me softly,” you look up and meet his eyes, his face is completely unreadable, “And I’ll never know what that’s like.” You gesture weakly. “This is pretty but, when the people go, it’s just stone, and water, and spores.” You look at the lichen climbing up the side of the fountain. “And now I’m dead.” He swallows and looks down at you. 

“I’m not sure how to fix that.” he admits. “I don’t usually do this.” 

“Take someone’s soul to Italy before you take them on?” You sniff, wiping your face. “I’m sorry I think, I just want it all to be over.” Deku presses his lips together and frowns before speaking again, a touch of childish desperation creeping into his voice.

“It’s just that, the little parts of being alive are so fascinating to me,” he giggles at the thought, “Did you know some humans, when they date, take pictures of each other, and make it their little um, their phone screen?” You nod. “And I’ve seen,” he keeps chattering excitedly, I’ve seen them ah,” he stops himself, searching for the word, “Do this thing, where they’re lying down together, and they kinda fit their bodies into each other?” 

“Spooning?” You offer, and he beams. 

“IS that what it’s called?” He fidgets, and you can see his long dark nails, more like talons in the darkness. He was so excited, so sweet.

“Um, I could, if you want I could show you, more of the things humans do when they’re in love?” He brightens, and when he smiles, the hood of his cloak falls off his head. In the dark moonlight, you can seek the skeleton underneath his skin, underneath the human glamour part of him. 

“Oh, sorry.” he says, jerking the cloak over his head again, his ‘humanity’ restored. “I would, I would like that though.” He takes your hand. “Like, this, did I do this right, when I was comforting you, I’ve seen movies I-” 

“This is fine.” You say, giving him a tiny encouraging smile that just cuts all the way through his chest. “But isn’t it better like this?” You carefully interlace your fingers with his. His hand is cold to the touch, but his face warms, a long breath escaping from his chest. 

“Oh,” he says, “Yes it feels, so much closer?” You squeeze his hand, and he gets redder. 

“You were good, ah, especially when you um,” You step into his personal space again and bury your face in his chest, he nods, understanding, cupping the back of your head in his free hand. 

“Like this?” He asks, and you can feel the rumble of his voice from his chest. 

“Yes,” you sigh, a little more warmth to the sound. “It helped.” 

“What else,” he says, the desperation back in his voice, “Please I want, I want to understand better, for the people I guide.” You nod into him. 

“You could lean down, and kiss the top of my head.” He follows your orders,  his mouth lingering on your scalp, inhaling your scent. You smell like cigarette smoke, and vanilla perfume. “And I would do this,” You breathe, wrapping your free arm around his waist, and going to wrest your other hand from his but when you pull at it, his grip tightens, and an animalistic snarl rips from his chest. You jump and gasp with fear but apologies are spilling from his lips immediately. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he says, “I just, I guess, I’m feeling protective, I want to keep holding your hand, please, ah,” you look up at him, his face is so genuinely contrite it breaks your heart, “May I please keep holding it?” 

“Ah, yes.” You say, and he smiles at you, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “Can we keep walking?” You ask, and he nods. The two of you stroll through the streets of Venice at night, and the temperature drops considerably as the moon gets higher. You’re standing at the dock, looking out at the ocean, when you start genuinely trembling, and he speaks again, handsome face contorted with concern. 

“Ah, are you cold?” 

“Y-yes.”  You choke out, still in only the tank top and pajama shorts you’d died in. 

“I can um, I can give you my cloak if you don’t mind that i’ll look less human.” He offers, and you shrug. 

“I can’t imagine that after all that,” you remember your crumpled form, the black spots appearing on your vision as your boyfriend stumbled out of the room, so drunk he was blind to what he’d done, “That I looked human.” 

“No, I suppose not so much.” he says, remembering a scene from a movie he’d watched on a day off, taking your chin in his hand roughly, then jumping back and releasing it, “Sorry, I wanted to touch you, but I, I did that wrong?” You nod quickly, and he looks sheepish, reaching back and touching his own neck. “Sorry.” He repeats. 

“No it’s alright,” You say, taking his hands and arranging them on your face so that he’s cupping it, his thumbs resting on the top of your cheeks. “Like this.” He strokes your skin for a moment, lost in the high planes of your face reflecting in the moonlight, the only sound the water lapping the dock you're standing on, the boats nudging each other. But then another shiver runs up your spine, and he practically rips off his cloak, draping it around your shoulders, bending down so that he can properly arrange it on your shoulders. In the bright silver moonlight, he stretches into a truer form. He’s a little hunched, and much closer to seven feet than six. There are two white bony horns peeking out of his green hair, and his canines are long and sharp in a distinctly inhuman way. In the direct moonlight, you can see right through his skin. But other than that, he’s built like a man, the largest man you’ve ever seen, but a man nonetheless. 

“Wow,” you stammer, drawing his cloak around you. He laughs.

“You’re not afraid?” He asks, and your mind flashes to the fear you knew in your life, the way you’d come to jump at loud noises, the way just the scent of whiskey could send you into a tailspin, and you shake your head. 

“I’ve seen worse.” You say softly, and he nods, understanding. 

“Ah.” He offers you his hand, now with long talons at the end. You take it, and he carefully, painstakingly interlaces your fingers. “Can I,” he starts, and then you watch him stop himself, second guess, and then barrel forward, “Can I, what I mean, is that,” he pauses, struggling for the right words. “I would like to, to kiss you, if I can.” Your eyes widen. 

“Oh!” 

“I mean, not if, not if you don’t-” 

“No it’s just-” 

“It’s totally okay,” he flashes his palms at you, “I get it if you-” 

“I want to.” You cut him off again, and he looks at you, shock coloring his handsome features. “I just um,” you look around, “I know no one can see us, but I’d prefer if we could go somewhere um, private?” He nods, squeezing your hand. 

“My place?” 

“You have a place?” You ask, as he lifts you back up into the air, and you watch the moonlight glitter on the dark ocean. 

“My shift’s been over for a bit.” He explains, a little guilt creeping into his expression. “We work for three weeks about, your time. You were my last job.” 

“Oh.” Something twinges in your gut. “Can I ask you something?” You look down, Venice is tiny below you, nearly disappearing into the sea. “What ah, what are you?” 

“I serve death.” He explains, lifting you easily so that you’re cradled against his chest, swaddled like a baby. “In all of their forms, as the raven queen, as the devil, as the moon, whatever form you’ve given them.” He shifts you a little so that your head is resting on his pectoral. “You might call me ah, a demon, I suppose, but that comes with such a negative connotation.” 

“What should I call you, then?” He glances down at you, it’s incredible to him, how easy you’re taking this, how quickly you accepted death, how you don’t seem to be afraid of him, it feels, dreamlike. 

“Call me Izuku.” He says as you break through a huge white cloud. The world around you blurs and suddenly you’re not flowing up, but down, down towards a ground that looks like a rocky mountainside. “It’s a reflection,” he explains, seeing the look on your face, “Sometimes when you’re looking in the mirror and you see something behind you, you are seeing us.” 

“Izuku,” you say, and oh god his given name on your lips is heavenly, so sweet and short, a cooing, breathy sound. His mouth goes dry as he lands on the dirt path, leading to the mouth of a cave. “Is this allowed, I don’t want you to get in trouble.” He stretches a little, setting you on the ground, you’d have to go back, eventually, he thinks, but there was a way, a way to ensure you’d be his forever. 

“They might notice, in a century, that you didn’t report to where you’re going.” He yawns. “But it’s so kind of you to care.” He leads you to the mouth of the cave, which has a huge nest of blankets and twigs, the occasional moss accent softening a corner. Flickering torches hang on the walls, creating long dancing shadows on the floor. He helps you into the nest, lifting your body up and over the lip of it so that you slide to the soft bottom, then leaping into it after you. It’s cozy and much less fragile than it looks, 

“I like this,” you breathe, startling even yourself at how, right it feels to be here. He blushes a deep crimson. 

“You like my nest?” 

“It seems,” you shift your weight a little, “It seems sturdy.” Warmth spreads across his chest. 

“Thank you.” You’re sitting cross-legged on the blankets, with him kneeling in front of you. “Where do I um, how do I start?” he asks, and you take his huge hands guiding them so that one of them rests on your waist, and the other is cupping your cheek. 

“Now press your lips to mine,” you say, eyes wide and kind, full of the most beautiful innocence - god he was going to - “Softly, at first.” You instruct, speaking the words almost into his mouth. “And you can use your hands to move me where you want me.” His hand on your waist tightens, digging into the softness of your skin there as he leans farther forward, experiencing the gentle ecstasy of closeness. Your body is warm, so warm compared to him, he can’t help it, he wants more, using his leverage to push his tongue between your lips, guiding you down on your back so that he can feel every curve, every contour of you against him. It’s been so long, he works so hard, and there are so many intricacies to your anatomy, so many places he can press his lips to make more music spill from your mouth. Where he’s hard and cold, you’re plush and warm, and the little gasp you make when he accidentally grazes his teeth against your lower lip practically sets him on fire, a low growl ripping from his chest. You tug on his hair, guiding him from your mouth to the crook of your neck, pulling another hiccupping gasp from your lips. 

“I-izuku,” you choke out, it feels good, his tongue long and rough on your skin, but, “It’s o-okay, you can touch me,” another sound rumbles from him, somehow even more feral, as both of his hands move up to palm your chest, rutting his hips desperately against yours. 

“Want you, gotta get your ready for me,” he growls, “Please, fuck, I need-” 

“It’s okay,” you breathe, more sure of this than anything in your life, “I want you, I want you, I can handle it.” He pulls off of you, face flushed, heart racing, as he rips your pajama shorts off of you and dives between your legs. It’s like he’s sucked the air from your lungs, bright lights exploding behind your eyes as he presses his nose against your clit and slides his long tongue into your core. “Mmmmm,” He groans, rolling his hips against the ground, roughly taking your thighs in a bruising grip as you writhe with pleasure, the vibrations of his voice only sending you higher. 

“‘Zuku,” you choke out, as he laps at you greedily, “Feels, feels so good.” He growls into your warmth again, pressing himself deeper into you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, guiding his movements against you, he lets you set the rhythm but any time you try and squirm away from him, any time the pleasure becomes too much, he locks his arms around you tighter, holding you in place. You meet his gaze, eye narrowed and intense. 

“Mine,” he says, before slipping a finger inside of you. You keen at that alone, the possessive undercurrent to his voice making your face hot and mouth dry. “Mine,” he says again, knuckle deep inside you, pressing against your velvet walls as you gasp and mewl. “Say it.” He demands, his demeanor completely different. “Say you’re mine.” 

“I’m,” you swallow, he curls his one finger inside of you and your back is practically forced into an arch, pleasure building, the hot coil in your stomach growing tighter. “I’m yours, I’m yours, Izuku,” you cry out over the lewd squelch of his finger inside you. He adds a second one, scissoring them inside you, and he marvels at the way it sends a shudder throughout your entire body, you just can’t stay still for him, even yelping when he sinks his teeth into the soft skin at your hips, delighting in the way you’ve completely come undone at his touch. He can feel his cock straining against his pants, with every wanton moan that escapes your lips, it gets harder, desperate for some kind of friction, to replace his fingers in your warm, wet, cunt. 

“Fuck,” you choke out, looking at him again, soft eyes glistening with tears, and somewhere inside of him, a damn breaks. With a feral grunt, he takes you roughly by the waist and lifts you in the air, flopping on his back as he positions you above his crotch, watching your eyes widen with fear as he pulls his length out from his pants. He’s huge underneath you, shoulders wide and flat, his shirt sticking to his sweaty abdomen. You reach for it, tugging it over his head and leaning back, bracing your hands against his hips, raking your eyes down his scarred muscle to the trail of green hair leading to the largest cock you’ve ever seen, purpled with need and curving slightly. 

“C’mon,” he growls, “C’mon baby, take it, you can do it.” You swallow, heart thrumming as you sink down, your walls stretching taking even the head of him. “That’s it,” he says, dark eyes glittering, as you let out a soft whine. 

“S-so big, ‘Zuku,” you mumble, closing your eyes as you feel a light slap on your thigh, 

“Look at me,” He says, “Focus on me,” You lower your hips a little more, your mouth dropping open as the stretch starts with a sharp pain that melts into pleasure. He sits up a little, taking your thighs in his hands, kneading at them before pressing another kiss to your lips. “Take it baby, you can take it,” he says, as you keep sinking lower, your eyes completely losing focus as your soft walls flutter around him. 

“Ah,” you moan, biting down on your lower lip, you’re still only about halfway. It’s not just that it’s the longest cock you’ve ever seen, it’s wide, and there’s so much space between your hips and that tuft of green hair at his hilt. 

“Look at me,” He says again, authority seeping into his tone, and you obey, shivering with pleasure, “Look at me,” you nod, “You’re gonna take my cock, angel, alright, like a good girl, and then I’m gonna make you feel so good no one else is ever gonna matter,” you nod, and keep going, ignoring the stretch, tuning everything out but his loud groans. 

“‘Z-zuku,” you mumble, trying not to break eye contact with him. 

“No one else,” he says, his voice dark, his eyes narrow and possessive, “‘M gonna ruin you for anyone else.” You roll your hips a little as you finally, finally take all of him, settling down on top of him as you feel every inch, every vein, pulsing, so hot inside you. 

“So f-full,” you breathe, reaching for him and instinctively, he holds your hand, just like you taught him. 

“What a good girl,” he coos, and watches you preen at the praise, squeezing your hand, “Ready for me to move, baby, ‘m gonna fuck you so good baby,” You whimper, and he sits up eyes wide with concern. “Is it too much I-” 

“I want you to kiss me,” you mumble, embarrassed at your desire for intimacy, but he beams at you before crashing his lips against yours at the same time as he thrusts his length inside you, letting you moan into his open mouth, not letting go of your hand as he slowly begins moving inside you. You collapse into his chest and he takes it in stride, burying his face in your neck, biting down on your soft flesh, as the pleasure overtakes him. 

“So good,” he chokes out, moving you up and down his cock, feeling your walls flutter and squish around him, “Such a good girl, baby,” he breathes, “F-fuck, takin’ all of me, so good, such a good fuckin’ girl,” he snarls the last word, slamming into you hard, eliciting a sharp keen from your lips. He can’t tear his eyes away from the way you’re stretching to accommodate him, watching his cock disappear between your soaking folds, groaning loudly at the way you squeeze around him. 

“More,” you beg, holding his hand more tightly, “More please, ‘Zuku, I can take it.” 

“Fuck yes you can,” He breathes, picking up the pace, fucking you harder, letting you completely relax against his chest as he thrusts upward into you, watching your chest bounce with every roll of his hips, lifting your head up so that he can kiss you sloppily again as he feels himself scrape against your walls. “Fuck yes,” he repeats, speaking into your mouth, refusing to let go of your hand, 

“Can I,” you stop speaking as a particularly hard snap of his hips against your sucks the wind from your lungs, “Can I cum?” He blinks up at you, the idea of it registering, and then whatever self-control he’d been holding on to dissipates. He flips you on your back without pulling out and pins both of your hands next to your head as he fucks you into oblivion. 

“Cum for me,” He snarls, “Cum for me, I want it, I wanna feel you cum on my cock, baby come on,” you writhe underneath him, completely lost in the sensation the coil in your stomach hot and tight, you’re teetering on the edge of your high as he leans down and speaks in your ear, his breath on your neck, “I said,” he growls, voice completely different, dark and threatening, “Cum for me.” It’s like you’ve been shoved off a cliff, you clench down on him hard, losing complete control of your limbs and your mind, babbling praise as he carries you through your orgasm. He chases his own high, thrusts sporadic, in time with short low grunts, as he explodes inside of you, staying hard with the single-minded thought of getting his cum as deep within your cunt as possible, of marking your womb and your body as his. 

“Mine,” he says, over and over as he watches you unravel, your tongue lolling as your orgasm rips through your body, noticing the marks he’d littered on your neck and chest, the bite marks and bruises making him somehow even harder. It’s a few minutes, before he finally stops cumming, collapsing on top of you, still not releasing your hand. He crushes you against his chest, wrapping himself in blankets as you come down, finally pulling out of your pussy with a soft groan. 

“Izuku,” you breathe, still barely present. “Izuku, am I,” you swallow, “Is this, ah,” you pause, catching your breath but he presses a single finger to your lips. 

“Shhh,” he breathes, “You’re mine, baby, all mine, nothing bad, is ever going to happen to you, ever again.” You lift your head sleepily. 

“Yours?” 

“Mine.” He confirms and feels you relax against him. He watches you drift off to sleep, stroking your hair, peppering your face with kisses, whispering praise. After all, his hands brush your stomach, if you weren’t pregnant yet he’d just have to try harder next time. 

“I’m not asking your permission,” he says quietly, nestling you in his lap, “But just so you know, I’m going to kill your boyfriend.” You blink up at him, brain still operating at 1%. 

“Really?” You breathe, eventually, and he nods. 

“Yeah.” He presses his lips to your forehead. “I’m gonna take such good care of you.” You snuggle against him, sleepy, fucked out, in a demon's nest, about to fall asleep against his chest when he speaks again. “And you’re gonna give me the sweetest babies,” he coos, and your blood turns to ice, nerves overtaking you.

“What?” You ask, suddenly wide awake, staring up at him. He just nods. 

“I don’t know much about romance,” he says, with a sheepish shrug, “But I do know you’re gonna be so beautiful,” you feel his lips on your neck, “Carrying my babies.” You swallow, remembering your mother, doing everything on her own, barely present.

“Y-you’ll help me, right?” You beg, and he pulls away from you, scandalized. 

“Of course!” His eyes widen. “Of course, I will.” You close your eyes, putting the cold darkness of your human lift behind you, wrapping your arms around your demon's neck. 

“Alright, then,” you wrap your legs around his body. “I’ll be yours, Izuku.” He pets your head, “Can we sleep?” He pulls you down into his pile of blankets, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, nestling you against his chest, and the only sound in the cave is his soft, even breath, and the crackling of the flames of the torches affixed to the wall. “Oh wait,” you sit up, and his heart breaks into a sprint, he could stop you from leaving, from running but he’s not sure he can handle the idea of being rejected - “We could spoon, um, if you want?” There’s a moment, where he processes what you’re offering, letting him lie down on his side and lying down behind him. You hook your arms under his, pressing your chest against his back. “Do you feel safe?” You ask in the tiniest, sweetest voice, his heart shatters, his hands ache for you, but he answers simply, voice trembling as tears spring to his eyes. 

“I think,” he says, “No one’s ever touched me softly either.” You bury your face in his neck. “Hmm,” you sigh sleepily. “I’ll teach you.” He swallows, nodding, and his next thought hits him like a train. God, was he going to make your boyfriend fucking suffer.

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Birthday Spoils

Pairing: Kirishima X f!Reader

Summary: Kiri finds out it’s your birthday on the day of and comes up with some creative methods to get you to tell him what you’d like as a present.

Warnings: Smut | Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI, Somnophilia, Praise Kink, Pleasure Dom

Contains: Established (new) relationship, smut with a sprinkling of plot, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, praise with a little deg. Nicknames Used: Baby, baby girl, pretty girl, love, cutie

W/C: 2.6K

A/N: What a better excuse to write a birthday fic than your own birthday! Hope you all enjoy ❤️

It was true; you and Eijiro hadn’t been dating all that long, just barely a month, actually. But, it always made him unbelievably happy when you decided to stay the night at his place. He’d told you where he kept his spare key, and you’d let yourself in on the nights when he had a late shift. He’d find you in bed by the time he got home, already asleep, and he’d smile to himself because you were wearing his shirt, curled up in his bed, and he’d get to hold you in his arms, and, damn, if he didn’t just sleep better when he was holding you!

Of course, there was also the fact you’d be there when he woke up. The simple domesticity of brushing his teeth by your side and sharing breakfast together, made his heart sing.

You hadn’t been together very long, but Eijiro couldn’t picture his future now without you there in it.

That was why, despite every fiber in his body screaming at him not to go snooping, he couldn’t help himself…

The moment he walked into his bedroom that night your phone had been softly chiming. Not loud enough for you to wake up from, but it drew his attention. As he changed, he couldn’t think what could be so important to be messaging you quite this late. And when more alerts still sounded after he was finished brushing his teeth, he couldn’t take it anymore.

What if it was something urgent? What if a friend needed you? What if someone was in the hospital? If he was dead asleep with his phone going off and you heard it, he’d definitely want you to wake him up!

So, he sucked in a deep breath and typed in your passcode. He’d only make sure it was nothing dire. He wouldn’t actually read them, that was what he told himself, but it was so hard not to when the ten or so texts from various contacts all read the same thing; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!

His eyes glanced from your phone to your sleeping body, peacefully resting between his sheets. Your birthday? How could you not share with him that it was your birthday? Eijiro shook his head, he’d get an answer out of you later; right now, he was just worried that he didn’t have anything to give you. What kind of boyfriend didn’t have something to give their significant other on their birthday! He could try to go out and find something, but all the good stores would be closed now since it was past midnight.

You rolled in your sleep, and he held his breath, waiting for you to still again. When you did, the sheets had fallen to your thighs, and his shirt that might as well be a dress on you, was bunched up around your waist, blessing him with a perfect view of your panties, and he grinned only to himself. An idea clawing its way to the front of his mind.

The mattress dipped under his weight, your body angling ever so slightly towards him now. Eijiro pulled the sheet back just a little further and gently nudged your thighs further apart. His fingers trailed over the lace trim of the panties, felt the fabric change to soft cotton over your clothed core, and he bit down on his lip when he felt the tiniest wet patch waiting for him.

It wasn’t the first time he’d played with you like this, or you with him for that matter. A few weeks back, when he’d come home after a late shift all pent up, he’d kissed your neck until you woke up so he could ask, “Don’t gotta ask, Eiji,” You mumbled groggily at him, peeling your shirt away for him with a smirk on your face, “Just fuck me awake next time.”

And that was exactly what he planned to do right now.

He let his fingers continue their work on you, slowly getting between your folds, his thumb lightly rubbing your clit through your panties still. Your legs parted further for him, “That’s my girl,” he looked on as your back arched slightly, hips starting to rock in search of something more. With his free hand, he brought your shirt up over your chest, letting your tits spill out for his tongue to greet.

Just a few tender licks to your pretty nipples had them pebbling enough for him to suck lightly, paying it just the right amount of attention to make you whimper before moving on and giving the other the same treatment. The whole time, his eyes stayed on your face, loving the expressions you’d make. He couldn’t help wondering what exactly was running through your dreams right now.

He started a trail of kisses between the valley of your breasts, laying them down over your tummy, all the way down to your dampened panties, until he was comfortably nestled between your legs. His tongue licked at the fabric, groaning when your arousal hit him and switched to open-mouth kisses getting as much of you as he possibly could.

He was never gonna get sick of how you tasted, so fucking sweet, and he was addicted. “Eiji…”

He looked up, but your eyes were still closed, “Yes, cutie?” No answer.

“Dreamin’ ‘bout me, baby girl?” He coaxed you out of your panties, leaving them looped around just one of your ankles and then propping your legs up on his shoulders. He kissed all along your inner thighs, ignoring you when you tried bucking your hips, “Want somethin’?”

Again you whimpered in your sleep, not yet lucid enough to give him an actual answer. Using two thick fingers to spread you open, he let his tongue flatten and lick you right up to your clit, making sure to flick the very tip of his tongue at the end. “Like that, baby? That what you wanted?”

Your whimpers and moans only grew more desperate the more he devoured you. Mouth not stopping for anything. You were running down his chin, two orgasms down, and still asleep.

He could just make out the sheen of sweat on your brow in the moonlight that poured in through the windows, the way your lips were barely parted, panting in quick breaths as he continued going down on you.

He latched to your sensitive clit while his fingers curled inside you, easily reaching that spongy spot that made you release the prettiest cries he’d ever heard. “Eijiro– oh fuck!” This time when he looked up, your pretty eyes were just barely open, but he showed no signs of slowing down. Around your clit, his lips curled up in a smile as your fingers curled into his hair.

Your grip tightened the better he did, the closer you got, and then your walls were quivering around his fingers again, clamping down around him, trying to pull them inside.

When you finally settled, he pressed a gentle kiss to your clit and made his way up to your lips. “Welcome home.” You mumbled, sleep still thick in your voice.

His thumb brushed your cheek as you kissed him; he really did love it when you called this place home. “Didja just miss me, or…?”

He grinned and kissed you again, longer this time while his cock ran between your soaked folds. “I always miss you.” You sucked in a sharp breath when his tip went over your clit before he drew his hips back to line himself up with your hole.

He pressed forward, “But also,” he grunted while you moaned against his lips, feeling every inch of your warm walls squeeze around him, “I didn’t wanna wait until the morning to wish you a happy birthday.”

Your eyes went wide, and, for once, it wasn’t from the sheer size of him. “How’d you know!”

He pulled back only to thrust in a little harder than he meant to. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He kept the thrusts shallow so you could still speak in between huffed breaths. “We just– we haven’t been t’gether that long– fucking hell– I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to do something for it.”

“But, I really like celebrating people’s birthdays. Your birthday could’ve been the day we met, and I still would’ve done something!”

Your eyes softened at his words, bringing his face down to kiss him again. “I love you, Eijiro.”

He was still getting used to hearing you say those three little words, but he was certain that hearing them from you was always going to bring him an immeasurable amount of joy.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“Well, at least you know when my birthday is for next year.”

Once again, he picked up the pace, rocking himself in and out of your heat. “You think just because I found out now means I’m not gonna do stuff this year?”

“N–no. I kinda thought this–” a broken moan split your sentence, “wakin’ up to this was doin’ something.”

His rhythm didn’t falter when he gripped your chin, smiling devilishly down at you, “Love, this isn’t your present. This is your punishment f’not telling me.”

Your mouth opened to say something but what it was, he’d never find out. Before you managed to even get a single word past your pretty lips Eijiro was already slamming his cock back into you. He pulled at your thighs so they rested over top his, letting him push deeper still.

Words might’ve been lost on you but moans and cries dripped from your mouth like the sweetest honey and he was gonna consume every drop.

His head dropped to your tits again, nipping and sucking on the buds harder now since you were awake. With each snap of his hips he tugged at them, teeth barely scraping.

Your heels pressed into the mattress, hands clung to the sheets for dear life, except when he brought you to the edge again. The moment you got close your legs wrapped around him, your hands came up and nails anchored into his shoulder blades. “That’s it, baby, gimme another.”

But another didn’t mean the last. Eijiro had a goal and he was going to see it accomplished.

You’d lost count of the number of times Eijiro had made you cum thus far. You just couldn’t have been sure since you woke up already soaked with him hard at work between your thighs.

At first, you swore it was just a dream, even after your eyelids cracked themselves open and you saw him below you, you just weren’t convinced it was real. He looked hungry, like a man starved and craving. Usually you could see his brilliant crimson irises in the moon glow but not tonight. Lust had consumed them, hiding away that pretty red behind inky black pupils.

If it was in fact a dream, you were going to make the most of it. You brought your fingers up to his hair, wrapping the long tendrils around and then tugging at his roots, pulling him deeper into your cunt.

By the time he had his fingers buried in you, you were pretty confident this wasn’t a dream anymore, you were just too close to cumming to care.

Maybe that was the first one, there was no way to be sure, not now at least. Not when you were about to cum on his cock yet again!

Your eyes screwed shut, that cord in your lower belly unbelievably tight and ready to snap. Just a couple more rutting thrusts did you in. Writhing beneath him, his rough hands clamping down on your hips to keep you still meanwhile his kept moving. “That’s it, gods—! So fuckin’ tight!”

How he kept going you never were sure. He’d only cum once so far and he’d just pressed on as if nothing had even happened.

“Just use your words, pretty girl, just tell me what you want for your special day, and then you’ll only have to cum one more time.”

You’d tried answering him, he would slow his pace down to let you speak but pathetic whimpers took the place of actual words. Your head felt so dizzy, brain foggy. You had a problem asking for things when you weren’t cock drunk, thinking of something to tell him now seemed downright impossible!

He seemed to take an ounce of pity on you this round though, slowing to nearly a stop. It was long enough for your brain to settle on a single, three-letter word; “y-you.”

Instantly, you knew by the smile on his handsome face that answer wasn’t going to be enough. “You’ve got me. Can’t ya tell?” He gave you a few particularly hard thrusts that brought tears to your eyes just to prove his point. “I just wanna spoil you. Try again, love.”

He kept his cock warm, buried to the hilt in your abused cunt, his thumb circling your clit like that was supposed to help. “C’mon, Y/N. My cock break that beautiful brain of yours?” His taunts didn’t help anything either!

You weren’t thinking straight. Weren’t thinking about how you’d only been together a couple of weeks. What was appropriate to ask for? You didn’t know anymore, couldn’t even fathom a safe option to say and instead a true desire that you’d been wanting for years slipped out.

And it was an answer he finally accepted. “Now that I can make happen.” He leaned down over you, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that held more love than you thought possible.

He drew his hips back, “just one more for me, baby, I promise.”

Slivers of morning light cut through his curtains, splashing Eijiro’s bedroom with golden hues. Your arms stretched out, shoulders popping, and hands feeling cool sheets where your warm boyfriend undoubtedly should’ve been.

He’d gotten home late, fucked you for well over an hour, and he was up before you on a Sunday? That didn’t seem possible.

You noticed his phone wasn’t plugged in on his nightstand, his jeans weren’t tossed over the back of the chair like they usually were. For a moment, your heart dropped, thinking something must’ve happened and he got called back to the agency.

There was no new message on your phone though, nothing from him saying where he might’ve gone.

You found a pair of sleep shorts, put them on over your sore legs with a bit of a smile remembering the night before.

Your hand had been reaching for the door when it opened right in front of you. “What’re you doin’ up?” Eijiro, full dressed for the day ahead, nearly fumbled with the large tray of food in his arms. “Get your butt back in bed.”

You giggled but did exactly what he asked, hopping right back in and pulling the covers over your lap before he set the tray down. It was a wide assortment of all your favorite breakfast foods all artfully laid out before you.

You grabbed his face, feeling his day-off stubble under your fingertips, and kissed him until both of you were smiling and laughing. “Eat up, cutie. We’ve got birthday plans to get to.”

[bnhafangirl]

• AUTUMN MORNINGS •

Pairing: Kirishima X f!Reader

Summary: You planned to treat your husband to a lovely breakfast in bed for his birthday, but he has different ideas for how he wants to spend the morning.

Warnings: Smut | Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI, Praise, One Ass Slap, Spit.

Contains: Established relationship, Characters Aged Up, Thick Reader, Reader gets picked up, Unprotected Sex (stay safe, folks), Sub Reader, Could Be Rough Sex Kinda... Nicknames Used: Baby, Babe, Cutie, Sweetheart.

W/C: 2.1K

A/N: I had like no time at all but I really wanted to write something for my 2D husband's bday because he deserves all the damn love. Okay, happy reading!

You rolled over just as soon as you heard the trill of your alarm going off. Hurrying to silence it before it had the chance to wake your husband. You’d already gone to bed by the time Eijiro had gotten home the night before; however, that didn’t stop you from waking up and wishing him a happy birthday as he crawled in beside you once his shower had been taken. You stayed awake so that you could.  

The duvet was pulled back, and you rolled right into that familiar dip that brought you against his side. “Thanks, sweetheart.” You didn’t need him to tell you what a long day it had been. The exhaustion that coated each word was more than enough of an indication. “Sweet dreams. Love you s’much.” 

His snores filled the room minutes later, and before you joined him in slumber, you adjusted the alarm on your phone with the intention of treating him to a big birthday breakfast in bed. Making all his favorites before he even woke up, luring him downstairs with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Yeah. It sounded like the perfect way to begin his special day.

So, you woke up to the alarm exactly when you were supposed to. Giving you plenty of time to put your plan into action. So much so, that you felt you had at least a little time to spare and savor the quiet of the morning. 

Eijiro was still passed out beside you. One arm tucked behind his head and the one that held you all night long was now resting across his stomach. The man looked like he was made to be in the morning light, especially the soft golden warmth that autumn brought with it. It made his already-tanned skin glow, bringing out the freckles that dusted his cheeks and shoulders, begging you to kiss each and every one of them. Carefully, you tucked glimmering strands of his fiery hair behind his ear, admiring the way the light would ignite them for seconds at a time. 

Your thumb brushed over his jaw gingerly, barely enough to feel the scratch of his stubble, and in his sleep, he smiled just for you. You kissed the corner of his mouth just as gently and then finally slid out of bed. 

The old t-shirt of his you wore as a nightshirt fell far enough down your legs that there was no need for shorts though, you did grab your robe and then moved silently through the house the two of you have shared for over a decade now. 

You knew which step to hop over so it wouldn’t creak under your weight, the way to pull open the pantry door so that way it doesn’t squeak. All the little precautions are taken to ensure Eijiro remained asleep for as long as he needs. You just weren’t counting on him waking up all on his own. 

The bed grew cooler without you beside him. Your body not within arms reach for him to cling onto. 

He huffed to the empty room and reluctantly kicked the covers back, on a mission to figure out where you’ve gotten to this damn early. 

He wandered his way down to the kitchen in nothing but his boxers and found you with a plethora of ingredients covering the counter and your fingers just about to lite a fire under one of the many pans on the stove. 

“Babe!” He surprised you since you thought for sure he’d still be out cold, but no, he was walking right up to you, stooping down so he could toss you right over his shoulder. “Eiji! I’m making you breakfast!” He didn’t seem to care that you were in the middle of something or the fact your ass was on full display. 

Sleep still had ahold of his vocal cords, “Not yet, you’re not.” He made sure to turn off the burner before heading right back for the stairs again, carrying you all the way back to your shared bedroom. He brought you down on the bed with a loving hand bracing your neck. “I just wanna cuddle my pretty little wife on my birthday morning. Can we do that? Please.” You nod up at him. “Good. Now get back under the covers.” 

A laugh escaped you as you crawl your way back to your spot while he’s busy still grumbling. “Can’t believe you snuck outta bed– Didn’t even say nuffin’ to me–” 

“I was just tryin’ to do somethin’ nice for you.” 

He burrowed his face into the crook of your neck and you could feel his stubble scratching your skin just as much as his pouty lower lip. “I know, baby, and that’s sweet. But this is all I want right now. Want you right here with me.” 

You pushed yourself back against him more then, letting him hold you as close as possible, but you most certainly heard the groan he tried to bite back and the stiffness of his cock that was pressed against your ass. 

“Are you sure that’s all you want?” 

His arms tightened around you, one of them dipping under your (his) shirt so he could shamelessly palm your bare breast. 

“Mmm-mmm,” He mumbles, shaking his head, and you grin because when Eijiro was tired was when he was as blunt as he could possibly be. He could even be worse than Katsuki sometimes! So, one of his hands teased your nipple with calloused fingers, and the other wandered lower. Groping the fat of your thigh and moving it back over his own leg so his fingers could dive between your wet folds. “Want you on my cock.” 

You snapped the band of his tight boxers. “Then take these off, and you can have me.” 

There was a grunt, and he lifted your leg enough for him to shimmy his boxers down his thighs. His cock slapped right against your cunt the moment he freed it, and he ate up the way you whined at the contact. “Awe, you want me too, sweetheart?” 

“Always want you.” And you knew damn well that the feeling was mutual. It always had been. 

He kissed your cheek and rutted his hips forward even though his fingers were already stuffed inside you. 

“Baby, just gimme it–!” He curled his fingers so your sentence ended in a moan. The chuckle he let out right beside your temple told you he was pleased with your response, pleased enough to pull his fingers out and give you exactly what you asked for all in one go. 

“Hnng–!” More prep would’ve probably been smart, but neither one of you cared about that right now. Just too desperate to feel the other. He did give you a minute though before he started a gentle rock of his hips. Holding your leg in place so he could move just how he pleased. 

“Always fuckin’ perfect f’me.” 

He set a pace with long, deep strokes for a while, savoring the way your walls squeeze him so tight when he presses into that spongy spot you love so much. He knows when you’re getting desperate for it, the moment when your high is rapidly approaching. “Wanna cum, cutie? Huh?” You just whine, “Oh no, sweetheart, you have to ask for it.” 

“I–It’s your bir–birthday. I’ll c–cum when you say I–I can.” 

“Fuck–” His cock throbbed within you when he heard you stammer through that sentence. His grip tightened on your leg. “My good girl, arentcha?” 

“Mmhm. Always.” 

He pulled himself out with a grunt and rolled on his back, admiring your slick coating every inch he has to offer. “Show me how good you are. C’mere and ride me ‘til you cum.” He helped as you scrambled over, straddling his hips and positioning him back at your dripping entrance. Before you can sink down though, his massive hand cupped your jaw and tilted your head so you’re looking right at him. “And don’t you fuckin’ stop when you do.”

You took his orders so well. When he was completely sheathed inside again, he pulled one arm back behind his head like it’d been when you woke up this morning and the other still held onto your hip. Like, a reminder for you to keep yourself bouncing on his cock even when euphoria overtook you. 

Your walls clenched around him like a vice when you opened your eyes and realized just how ethereal he looked under you like this. In all your years together, seeing him this way still made your breath catch. He might be on his back with your hands clawing into his scared chest, but it’s obvious who’s really in control. Just how powerful he looks bathed in that perfect autumnal glow, transforming his eyes into pools of amber that watch your every move with hunger and adoration. 

The only movement from him is a swift buck of his hips from time to time, when he wanted to watch your eyes roll back in your skull. Or hear that sultry cry of his name falling off your pretty pink tongue that was damn near lulling out of your mouth. 

The taut cord in your belly begins to fray when he goes on and on about how stunning you look. Perfect tits bouncing while you ride his cock, and then he begins teasing. “Gonna cum already, cutie– So soon– Heh, alright then– Make yourself feel good– Just don’t stop fucking yourself.” 

It’s so hard to keep yourself in motion when you do finally let go, but he graciously helps you. His hand on your hip making sure you keep rocking in his lap, prolonging your release until he physically can’t take it anymore.

Faster than he’d moved all morning, you’re lifted off his cock and pressed face down into the mattress, his weight settling right behind you. Strong hands pulled your hips up high in the air, and a fat glob of spit fell from his mouth and onto his cock (like he actually needs the extra lubrication) as he slides back into your heat. Hard. 

Your cunt was still a fluttering mess surrounding him, and your pleas and cries are muffled by the pillows below your face. Gods, he’ll never get sick of watching the way your plush skin puffs in the spaces between his fingers. It takes all his willpower not to bust right then when he spreads you wide to watch you take him so damn well. Like you were created just for him. His perfect present. “That’s my girl–!” One of his hands slaps your ass and smirks at the jiggle before grabbing hold of it again. 

He’s pulling you onto him as much as he’s thrusting in, letting the messy slaps echo off the walls and mingle with his grunts and your moans. 

His hand comes up the back of your head, fingers gripping tight at your roots, and he brings your head up as he leans into your ear. “Gonna cum, baby. Oh fuck–! ‘M gonna fill you so full–!” His fingers flex the quicker he goes until he pushes you back down when that first rope of cum hits deep in your cunt. 

He doesn’t stop moving until he’s positive your walls are thoroughly covered with his seed, continuously rocking more and more until there’s nothing left to give you. 

Only then does he let the two of you fall back on your sides. His cock is still completely buried in you, but he’s starting to go soft while his hand massages your scalp. “You okay, sweetheart?” 

“‘M great, baby.” You cuddle right back up against him, both of you moaning as his cock shifts, but it quickly turns into sleepy laughter. The kind that is your absolute favorite to hear. So genuine that it fills your heart completely over and over again. 

When you look over your shoulder, he’s already right there waiting to press a dozen kisses to your lips, dropping ‘I love yous’ between each one. 

“Happy birthday, Eiji.” The three little words are said against his lips, another kiss shared, and then a thank you leaves his. 

The whole entire day still lay ahead, plans and parties with friends, so, for now, a little extra rest with you sounds perfect. You lay completely content in his arms and Eijiro falls asleep with a smile upon his face thinking he couldn’t have asked for a better birthday morning. There’s nothing or no one better than you.

[bnhafangirl]

Take You Home

Pairing: Bakugo x Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, minors, and ageless blogs DNI. Non-Sexual Masochism (Could be considered self-harm). Nightmares and sleep walking (fighting). Blood. Burns. Swearing.

Contains: Established Poly Relationship. Porn with Plot. Hurt/Comfort. Angst! Soft dom tendencies, Kat & Kiri are switches, nipple play, biting, unprotected sex, voyeurism (kinda). Bondage. Restraints (rope). Oral (F receiving & M receiving implied). The guys fuck, it's not all about Reader. Pet names/nicknames: baby, baby girl, little one, cutie, babe.

Summary: In high school, you started up a relationship with two boys in the hero course. Now, years down the road, you three are still going strong, but, every relationship has troubles to overcome.

A/N: This follows the same storyline from Head Over Heels. But if you just want to dive into this, all you really need to know is that Reader met Katsuki and Eijiro when she was assigned to work with them as a part of her Support Course program. Now she's an inventor while the two of them are pros. Additional Fun Fact: I named this fic after a song I constantly listened to while writing it, if you'd like to give it a listen it's called Take You Home by Scars on 45. Enjoy!

W/C: 8,022

If these walls could talk, they’d tell you of Katsuki’s screams. The nightmares that you and Eijiro had to pull him from multiple nights a week. Neither of you minded though, you’d do anything for each other. To the public you might have all been friends, there’d even been reports of the three of you being roommates, but behind closed doors, it’d been something much more for a long time now. 

The twenty-three-year-old pro hero had seen so much for his young age, both he and Eijiro had, but Katsuki internalized it far more than Eijiro did. The blonde never liked to talk about the demons that haunted him. He knew you and Eijiro would listen and never judge him but, it wasn’t ever easy for him to admit something might be making him weak. He couldn’t show it, not even to you guys. 

But that meant it spilled over into his unconscious, into his sleep, bleeding into nightmares that sounded truly horrific. 

Some nights were worse than others but you and Eijiro had always been able to bring him back from them with soft voices and soothing touches… until the night you couldn’t.  

You never slept particularly well when just one of the boys was home so since Eijiro was still out on patrol (on his way home, you hoped), you were really just laying with your eyes closed when you started to hear Katsuki’s little whimpers and felt his feet start to kick free of the blanket. 

You rolled into his side, kissing up the side of his neck, “Baby… it’s okay, just a bad dream. You can wake up now.” 

But Katsuki didn’t wake up. His brow tightly furrowed together. Sweat pouring off of him. It took a little bit of effort but you were able to roll him onto his back and take his face between your palms. “KitKat, come on, baby. Time to wake up.” That had no effect either. 

So, you resorted to other tactics. Dipping your head low, “Kick their ass, Dynamight. You got ‘em.” 

There’d been nights when that had been enough. One of you telling him he could win the fight inside his head, he could overcome it, and then he’d settle back down into a still slumber. But, not tonight. No, tonight his eyes shot open so fast you were taken aback. Red eyes staring at you so unnervingly, unblinking, and it sent a chill right down your spine. “Baby…” You whispered but he didn’t answer, “Kat? This isn’t funny.” He slowly sat up, his hands wrapping tight around your wrists, pushing you up with him. “Katsuki! I’m serious! Knock it the fuck off!” 

You tried to pull your hands free but his grip was too strong, the more you jerked only caused you pain. Finally, his eyes blinked, just once, taking in the rest of the room and it clicked. He still wasn’t awake. 

“Please, baby, please. I need you to wake up now.” His eyes blinked back to you while you struggled even more in his grasp. "Katsuki! Come on!"

“Like I give a fuck what a villain like you needs.” 

Your scream filled the bedroom. Two explosions surrounded your wrists and the next thing you knew you were thrown off the bed and back slammed onto the rug at the foot of the bed with scalding wrists. He wasn’t as quick in his sleep though. Disoriented almost. It gave you enough time to run from the room and thrust the door shut behind you. 

Your work was strewn about the living room and kitchen like it usually was and you scanned it for anything that could be used to help. And then you spotted the prototype binding cloth you’d been working on for Shinso. It wasn’t finished, not by a long shot but it was something. 

You didn’t have the experience Katsuki did but Eijiro and him had spent years training with you. Wanting you to be prepared in case anything should ever happen. You never thought you’d have to use those skills against your own boyfriend though. 

The bedroom door blasted right off the hinges, bits of wooden shrapnel showered down while you took cover behind the sofa. “Where are you! Not lettin’ you ‘scape!” 

As quietly as you could manage you crawled your way around the sofa to try and get a better view of him when he spotted you. Lips turned up in a snarl that you’d hoped to never be on the receiving end of.

You rolled out of the way just as half the couch was blown to bits. 

“Ava!” You called for the AI you’d created for your home and saw the device light up, “Call Sharky!” It chirped happily and Kat turned to try and find the noise while the phone rang, blindly firing off blasts. 

“Hey ba- Y/N!” 

“Ei! Nightmares! Get home! N— !” A blast finally landed on the bookshelf that Ava was resting on and it shattered against the wall.

Eijiro was sure he’d never run faster in his whole entire life. Cursing at himself for staying late to finish up paperwork rather than just going right home after his patrol. He dropped absolutely everything the moment he heard you on the call. The pen fell right out of his hand, he just grabbed his bag for the sake of his wallet and keys, and then he was gone. Running down the steps to get down to his car as fast as he possibly could. 

It was an emergency, not an official one, but he could justify driving like a mad man if it meant keeping the two people he loved most in this whole entire world safe. He barely stopped at traffic lights and stop signs, only long enough to ensure no one was coming, and then he was speeding through. 

He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, panic rising with every minute it took him until he was pulling into the driveway, leaving everything in the car, and racing for the door. “Baby!” 

Everything was quiet, so unbelievable quiet, and that terrified him even more. “In the bathroom, Eiji.” 

He could have cried from just the sound of your voice, following it through the wreckage that was now your shared home. He froze when he saw Katsuki on the bed, eyes closed with hands bound. “I— I had to knock him out… Eijiro, he— baby, he wouldn’t wake up—!” 

His arms were around you in seconds, and he felt your tears against his bare chest the moment he pulled you in. “’S okay, love. You did what you had to do.” He ran a shaky hand down your back, “You were just defending yourself, I know that, and Kat will too.” 

After a couple minutes, he pulled you back to look you over. Instantly, he saw the burns on your forearms and tried not to wince in sympathy. You also had a few pieces of wood embedded in your shoulder, and a cut along your jaw that was still bleeding. “C’mon, lemme get you cleaned up, and then we can worry about Kat.” When you didn’t move from the spot though, eyes still fixated on Katsuki, Eijiro picked you up and carried you right over to the sink so you could sit on the counter. 

He thoroughly scrubbed his hands before slipping on gloves, working on getting the pieces out of your arm first and then flushing the little wounds. Then came the cut on your face which, wasn’t all that bad, just bleeding a good amount. He put a little ointment on it, cooing softly at you knowing that it stung, “Doing s'good, baby, almost finished here.” 

When all the obvious injuries were tended to, he took a step back. “Alright, anything else?” 

You shook your head and he saw the way you winced when you slid off the counter, probably just sore from the whole ordeal. You squeezed by him, walking back into the bedroom. He watched as you climbed right on the bed and undid the binds around Katsuki’s wrists since he was now home. You scooted up by his head and shifted it so he lay in your lap, your fingers carding through his hair and Eijiro had to pretend he didn’t see the tears that fell from your eyes. 

He gave you a minute while he went into the walk-in closet and changed out of his suit. He’d just slipped a shirt over his head when he heard the incoherent grumble of Katsuki and he hadn’t even made it back to the bedroom before the, “What the fuck!” shook the house. 

Fear pumped through his veins when he smelled the air. His sweat always left behind a distinct aroma and the air in was heavy with it. Quicker his heart started to race, his eyes darting around and landing on you, on the cut you didn’t have when the two of you had gone to bed. And… fuck, those were tears in your eyes. 

He rolled over immediately and realized it was more than just a cut on your jaw. He swore, trying to figure out what happened and when your eyes squeezed shut from his volume, the way your whole body tensed from it, damn, he wanted to puke. 

“Katsuki…” His head snapped to Eijiro silhouetted in the golden bathroom light. 

“What did I do?” 

Neither of you were able to stop him from leaving. Eijiro could have, the three of you knew that the redhead could have used force and made him stay but he begged, actually begged, for you two to let him go for the night. Just for the night, he promised. He needed to think, had to clear his head and process what had happened. He’d be back in the morning, made the both of you swear you wouldn't clean anything up. This was his mess. He’d fix it. 

He’d kissed Eijiro, pressing his forehead against his. “First thing in the morning.” 

“You better be here, man.” 

Katsuki wiped a tear that rolled down his boyfriend's cheek. “I will.” 

When he looked at you though, no words came out of his mouth. He couldn’t think of what to say, there were too many thoughts screaming in his head that he just turned and walked out the door. Your choked sobs followed him out to his car. 

That night he stayed at the agency, pulled a blanket over him, and laid on the black sofa in his office but didn’t sleep a wink. He barely even closed his eyes. Each time he did all he could see were those white bandages covering your forearms, the gauze on your face and shoulder. He knew there had to be bruises under the baggy nightshirt you wore and all of it was his fault. 

Days trickled by and Katsuki did as he said. Every moment that he wasn’t working was spent on repairs to your home, a home he didn’t allow himself to stay in. He’d installed a new bedroom door first and then put up new cabinets since he’d blasted the old ones to pieces. He patched the walls, replaced floorboards and carpeting, built a new bookshelf, and bought new furniture for the living room but didn’t allow himself to enjoy any of it. 

And if you were there, well, he was not. He avoided you as best he could. It was almost like before the three of you got together. Katsuki just couldn’t find a way to make peace with what he’d done. You might have forgiven him, you did forgive him, told him so at least a hundred times, but he never responded once because he had no idea how he could forgive himself. The pain in your eyes each time he walks away breaks his heart more and more. 

He doesn’t need Eijiro telling him how much you want him to come home, he’s gotten all your texts, he would fall into a fitful sleep listening to your voicemails. The only thing that gives him any solace at all is the fact that Eijiro is there with you every single night. He knows you miss him and he misses you too, so damn badly, but how can he trust himself to be like that around you again? 

Things could’ve been so much worse. All things considered, he’d been lucky! How could he so carelessly allow himself back into your life, your home, your bed, when he knows he could do so much worse to you? What kind of boyfriend would he be!

He talked almost daily with Eijiro about it. Like, maybe one day he’d hold all the answers that could fix these wrongs. It’d been two months though and neither of them came up with a solution. They’d just sit in one of their offices after the rest of the floor had cleared out. Eijiro’s arms holding Katsuki tight while he tried to work through this. 

There were nights when that was all they’d do. Sit, talk, hug, and cry. There were others where Eijiro would try to take his boyfriend’s mind off things, sink to his knees and let Katsuki work out his frustrations by using his mouth. And, a couple of times, Katsuki pleaded with him to help him forget. Those nights left scuff marks on the floors, papers scattered about the room, the desk practically bare with Katsuki bent over it. By the end though, Eijiro was able to lay Katsuki down on the sofa, cover him up with the blanket, and kiss his forehead before heading home to you. 

There’d never been jealousy from any of you when it came to getting physical when one of you couldn’t partake. Sometimes Eijiro’s quirk left his body too sore, or Katsuki had a killer headache, or you were just too tired from a long day of work. So, you weren’t jealous when Eijiro came home with fresh scratches on his back, in fact, you were a little relieved. At least Katsuki still felt comfortable with one of you. 

You just wished you could find a way to make him trust you again. 

After three months of late nights and about a dozen different prototypes, you might have found the answer you’d been searching for. 

This whole time you’d never gone up to his office. You hadn’t dared try to speak to him at work, not wanting to distract him or make him angry but you knew he’d been sleeping here. Knew that even though his shift was over, this was where he would be. 

It was always Eijiro who’d check on him but, tonight, you asked him if you could do it and he fully supported the idea. He’d been trying to bridge the gap between you two this entire time so just the smallest hint there might be some progress happening made him giddy! 

You waited until everyone else on his floor had left for the evening and then rode the elevator up with a small box between your hands. Katsuki was the only office to have a light still on. He had the door already shut, blinds drawn to cover the glass walls but you could see his shadow sitting at his desk, a pen in hand, shuffling papers from one pile and then into another. 

When you knocked on the door, all movement stopped. “Since when do you knock? Just open the door.” 

He was expecting Eijiro, you knew that. You could have just opened the door and walked inside but, you weren’t confident that was the right thing to do, so, you raised your hand and knocked again. 

“For fucks sake,” The chair rolled back and Katsuki flung the door open a second later, “What are y—“ He had to lower his gaze to meet yours, “Oh…” 

“Will you let me in, Kat, please.” 

“I don’t think—“ 

“Please. We need to talk.” 

He didn’t want to. The way his jaw ticked told you as much, but, by some miracle, he let you by him. 

You sat on the sofa beside the folded up blanket with the pillow on top while he leaned against his desk, head tipped downward, eyes fixed on the floor. Neither of you spoke for a while, you had a whole speech prepped but now that you were in the same room with him the words wouldn’t come out. 

In the end, it was Katsuki who broke the silence with a sentence so quiet you were almost sure you didn’t hear him correctly. “I know why you’re here… can I just— I’d like to keep seeing Eijiro, please?” 

You blinked and tried to figure out what he was talking about. “What do you mean, Kat. Of course, you can keep seeing Eiji! Why would I want you to—“ 

“’Cause we’re over!” He blurted and all the color drained from your face while he kept talking, “We’re over and, and, you’ve just got Ei now which is fuckin’ great because you, you should have him but I just, damnit, I need him right now too, okay? I won’t ask him to stay over, I want him with you every night, just need him with me a little bit.” 

You were still stuck on the three words he said first, “We’re over?” 

“That’s why you’re here. Surprised you actually came in person. A text or telling Eijiro to tell me woulda been more than I fuckin’ deserve.” 

“Hold on!” You stood up so fast it knocked the box you’d been holding right off your lap. “You couldn’t be more wrong!” 

You took a step closer to Katsuki and he tried to take one backward but he was already against his desk. He managed to scrape the thing across the floor trying to keep distance between you two. You wanted to walk closer, walk right up to him and wrap your arms around him, to feel him again, but seeing that reaction had you stopped in place. “I didn’t come here to break up. I’m here because I want you to come home— no, I need you to come home.”

“You do not need me.” 

“That’s crap! I need you, Eiji needs you! ‘S not home without you there!” 

His voice rose louder than your own. “I cannot be there! Not with you! What if I fucking hurt you worse, huh? Then what! What if you couldn’t stop me next time!” 

You folded your arms over your chest. “Sounds an awful lot like you’re the one doing the breaking up.” His mouth hung open, ready to keep arguing until you said that. “So, is that what you’re doing, Katsuki? Didn’t think you’d give up so easily.” 

“You think this is easy? This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done! Aren’t you scared? How can you feel comfortable around me after that?” 

“Because I know for a fact you would never, ever, hurt me in your right mind. You would do absolutely everything in your power to protect me and make sure I am safe.” 

“And what about when ‘m not in my right mind? When those nightmares take over?” 

“That’s what these are for.” You scooped up the box from the floor and held it out to him. You were going to make him meet you if he wanted to know what was inside. He needed to make an effort.

It took him a second but then his feet moved. He was so careful to make sure not even your fingertips brushed as he took it from you. “You think some fuckin’ gloves are gonna keep you safe? Yeah, right. Thought you were smarter than that.” 

“I take offense to that. These aren’t just some fuckin’ gloves,” You sassed right back at him, “These are how I’m gonna get you to come home again.” He arched a skeptical brow. “I’ve been working on these since the day you left,” You took a step forward and this time he remained rooted to the spot, “I actually got out of bed and started sketching designs that same night. Fell asleep at the table, Eiji carried me back to bed...” That seemed so long ago now. 

There was about a foot of space between you and him. “I knew you wouldn’t come home without some plan in place so, this is my plan. I’ve done all I can on my own but I need you to actually test them out. My simulations can only tell me so much.” 

Katsuki set the box down on his desk still looking unconvinced but he slid the black and orange gloves on his hands. Flexing his fingers to test the mobility, “They kinda feel like my hero gloves.” 

“I modeled the fabric that touches your skin after the lining, you’ve always said you liked how cool it feels on your skin.” 

“But, I can shoot through my gloves just fine, I don’t see how—“ 

“Would you just trust me! Do I half-ass any of my inventions?” 

“No…” 

“Do I plan things meticulously when I’m making something?” 

“Yes.” 

“Okay then. If you must know, when I say, ‘I modeled it after’, I mean that where your hero costume gloves only make your hands seem cooler, these will actually make them colder. The cooler you are, the less sweat you will produce, and therefore your explosions will be contained.”

“Contained within the gloves?”

“That’s the goal.” 

He bit his lower lip. “Can we go to the lab now?”

A smile spread across your face and quickly fell when you made to grab his hand and he quickly pulled it out of reach. “I’m not touching you until we test these.” 

When Katsuki went into the controlled chamber, you took a moment to text Eijiro and let him know how the evening was going so far. That you both were alright and Katsuki was open to the gloves. To say the redhead was thrilled was an understatement. 

You kept a close eye on the temperature gauge to ensure it was regulating properly. There was a specific threshold you needed to make sure it would stay between, too high or too low would create problems in different ways. 

Inside the chamber, Katsuki did everything he could think of to work up a sweat and the rest of his body was soaked but his hands remained chilled. 

You didn’t tell him absolutely everything you’d done with the gloves, mostly because he always got bored with the science of it all. There was the cooling element, and the temperature regulation gauge but the outer two layers were meant for containment.

Even if he managed to build up a decent amount of sweat he shouldn’t be able to fire off any grand explosions with the gloves on and, so far, that seemed to be the case. There were a few minor ones that probably would have caused serious damage had the gloves been off, other than that though, things seemed to be working just as you intended. 

It was almost two hours before Katsuki took a break. Breathing heavily when he walked back out to you. “That was great! Better than I hoped for a fir— oof!” 

With the gloves still on, Katsuki pulled you to him, drawing you up so he could kiss you. The salty taste of sweat lingered on his lips and you didn’t care a single bit because he was holding you again, he was kissing you again. One of his gloved hands rested against your cheek and you wished for a second you could feel his familiar callouses underneath but this was more than enough for now. 

“I fuckin’ love you,” He murmured, pressing his lips to you again, “’S much,” It was like he was trying to make up for lost time, “Thank you f’not givin’ up on me.” 

It was your turn to rest your hands on his cheeks. “I will never give up on you, I promise.” 

You got lost in each other a little while longer, breaking apart with heaving chests and swollen lips, “So,” The scientist in you came out, “any concerns?” 

“Just one. If I do somethin’ like last time, what’s stopping me from just yankin’ these off?” 

That was another feature you forgot to mention. You walked back to your station and held up a little remote. “I made three of these.” You pointed to a specific button, “I push this and a locking feature is activated. I used Eijiro’s grip strength as a reference for it. Only one button on one of the remotes is needed for it to be activated but both remotes are needed to deactivate it. So, if you break it, you’re kinda screwed until one of us can get here and use the backup.” 

He nodded, deeming your answer good enough. He finally removed the gloves and you stared at his forearms, palms, and wrists in horror. “What the fuck, Kat…” They were blistered, so very red, they had to be hurting like hell and he hadn’t said a single thing. “I need to correct this. I thought it would just dissipate your quirk, not fire it back on you. Why the fuck didn’t you say anything!” 

“I don’t want you changed a single thing about ‘em.” You couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth. “Listen, if I’m fuckin’ dumb enough to come after you again, I deserve a whole lot more than this!” 

He slipped the gloves back on when you tried to reach for his hands. “Not without ‘em on. Please.” 

“I need to fix them though.” 

“There’s nothing to fix. If I don’t use my quirk while wearing them then I’ll be fine. If I use it, this will be the consequence.” There was no getting through to him, not now at least, and not by yourself. Maybe Eijiro would have better luck. 

He squeezed your hand with the smallest smile, “Wanna go home?” 

“More than anything.” 

It’d been almost two months since Katsuki allowed himself back into the house you all shared. At first, it all felt like a dream to him, like he would reach out to touch something, expecting his hand to pass right through it. As days went by though, he slowly, very, very slowly, grew more comfortable in his space again. 

It took him 3 days to put his arm around you on the sofa, six for you to cuddle into his side. Eight days to sleep in the same bed with you and Eijiro. Three weeks and a whole lot of convincing before he let you sleep between them again. 

The gloves always had to be on though. He came home every single day wearing them, hell, he put them on the moment he left the agency. The only time he could be seen without them was when he was in the shower or if he was cooking. They were so versatile, he could do nearly anything with them, he didn’t see a reason to not wear them, especially when they kept the people he loved safe.   

Both you and Eijiro joked that they were his armor. The shields he now always had up. 

Just over a month had passed since he returned. Finally getting back into the rhythm of his normal life. He’d come home after work, tossed his keys in the little bowl by the door, unlaced his shoes, and placed them to the right of yours. He’d barely stepped foot in the kitchen when he heard the prettiest sounds coming from your bedroom down the hall. 

Your sweet little moans that he’d missed so much tickled his ears quickened his heart, and went right to his cock. He was following your voice before he even realized what he was doing. Feet stopping him before he could walk in the room, instead, he just looked on from the doorway, watching your fingers tug at Eijiro’s hair, keeping that tongue of his in place as he brought you closer to your high. 

Your eyes were shut, hips bucking against his boyfriend’s face desperately, making the redhead’s hands move off your breasts and hold your hips steady so he could have you exactly how he wanted. 

“K-Kat,” He hadn’t seen those pretty eyes of yours open and he sure as shit didn’t see them land on him. His blood ran cold, he wasn’t ready for this again, he couldn’t trust himself like this with you again…

“I know, love,” Eijiro cooed and kissed his way up your thighs before Katsuki could even speak, “We’ll find a way to get him to play with you soon, promise.” 

He hadn’t realized Katsuki had come home, you had to tell him, and now two sets of eyes were on him. 

“You should join us.” Eijiro’s voice was thick, laced with lust, and Katsuki knew he was so hopefully this meant you all would be together again. 

It killed him to admit, “I— I can’t.” 

“Please, KitKat,” You whined with fingers dipping back into your heat in Eijiro’s absence. 

The redhead got up off the bed and walked right up to his boyfriend who looked ready to bolt from the room at any moment. His lips were as warm as ever, and Katsuki groaned at the taste of you on his tongue. It impaired his better judgment, allowed Eijiro time to wrap his arm around him and pull him into the room, and shut the door. “If you don’t want to partake, at least let us give you a show.” 

And shows were the only way Katsuki would partake… for weeks. 

At first, you could admit, it was a little fun. 

Katsuki couldn’t help but get hard from watching you and Eijiro together, he’d end up with his cock out usually making a mess across his abs or having Eijiro suck him off once you were completely spent.

It didn’t take the blonde long to graduate from simply watching to making requests. He liked the control, making Eijiro hold out a little longer or instructing the man to keep pushing you further when your legs were already shaking. 

But, after a while, you were left craving more. What the three of you once shared. 

You wanted Katsuki to press you up against the shower wall in the mornings like he used to while Eijiro slept in or, wrap your hand around his cock in the middle of the night, slowly stroking him until he woke up. If you tried luring him in now though, he wouldn’t have it. Anything more than making out and he would move across the room, a safe distance away, and ask Eijiro to step in. 

He couldn’t keep pushing you away though, not forever, not if you all were really going to be able to work past this. 

You’d curled up in his lap, watching a movie on a rare Saturday night that the three of you managed to have off together. You sat there, comfy and cozy knowing perfectly well that at some point one of you would get needy, it was just a matter of who would break first. 

There was the way you angled your body into Katsuki, in just the perfect way so you could lay feather-light kisses against his neck. It made his gloved hand start to wander higher up your leg. The subtle shift of Katsuki’s arm brought you up just enough so his lips could meet yours. 

Soft and slow, sucking in your lower lip, brushing against his with your tongue. You could feel his hand slow start to lift your shirt up and you flinched and the cool material making him jerk away with an apology on his lips. 

“Kat, baby, please,” you mumbled against his lips.

He’s still kissing you and you can tell he doesn’t want to stop either. You can feel what you’re doing to him and yet he refuses to let you do anything about it. 

You pulled back and pressed your hand to the side of his face, thumb brushing his cheekbone, seeing the pain you felt reflected in his eyes was almost too much to bear. 

From the recliner, Eijiro cleared his throat. He’d seen the interaction, “I might have an idea…” He left the room, followed by yours and Katsuki’s quizzical looks that only grew when he came back with the very plain-looking box that was usually tucked under your bed, and one of the chairs from the sitting room.

“Eijiro…” 

“Just trust me, man.” 

You craned your neck trying to see what he was going to pull out and it ended up being the ropes that were usually reserved for you, so, logically, you moved off of Katsuki and moved closer to Eijiro. “Tonight these aren’t for you, cutie. I’ve got something else in mind.” 

He kissed the top of your head and then held his hand out for Katsuki to take, wiggling his fingers playfully when he didn’t immediately grab it, and when he still didn’t take it, Eijiro crouched between his legs. “You told me you wanted to get past this…” 

“Still do, but, I don’t think ‘m ready.” 

It was almost odd seeing Katuski so timid about this, about anything at all! 

“Can you please just try, for Y/N and me? You two can enjoy each other again and you won’t be able to use your hands this way. If you’re really not comfortable all you’ve gotta do is say the word and everything will stop, you know that.” 

After a couple seconds and a quick glance at you, he gave a curt nod of his blonde head, Katsuki finally allowed Eijiro to pull him to his feet. He sat him down in the wide padded chair. “Arms on the rests f’me,” and you watched as Katsuki did exactly as he was instructed, giving up the control he usually wielded, “Thank you, baby.” Eijiro brushed the blonde hair off his forehead and kissed him softly before getting to work with the rope. 

Katsuki might have been more precise and meticulous when tying you up but Eijiro also knew what he was doing. He focused more on your comfort than the overall aesthetic, so it didn’t surprise you when every few seconds Eijiro would check in with him, needing to know if anything was uncomfortable for him or too tight. 

When Eijiro was confident his rope work was done, he knelt and help Katsuki slip out of the sweats he’d been wearing before looking over his shoulder at you with a grin. “Get comfy, love, he’s all yours.” 

You wasted no time crawling right into Katsuki’s lap. There was no denying that you missed the way his arms would hold you, or how his hands were always so warm against your skin, but the groan he made when you settled over him, even with your panties still on, fuck, you’d missed it. You’d gotten used to his muscles being taught anytime he held you recently, even with the gloves on, his guard was up. But, the ropes seemed to provide him with an extra layer of safety that allowed him to really enjoy you once again. 

“Missed you…” Your warm breath on his neck sent goosebumps racing over his skin, and his mouth hung open when your lips made contact. Eijiro on the opposite side alright lightly nibbling at the sensitive spot just below his ear. 

All of you heard him strain against the ropes, peeking downward and watching his fingers flex. 

“Eager, isn’t he, little one?” 

“Mmhm,” You smiled while Eijiro teased and taunted, already feeling his aching cock right against your ass. 

You reached around and wrapped your fingers around him, swallowing his groan with a kiss while you delicately swiped the pre that escaped him right off his tip and down his shaft. “Eiji, baby, ‘s so hard already.” 

You could see those sharp teeth perfectly with the smile Eijiro wore, one of his hands moved from the back of Katsuki’s neck and into his hair. He had him by the roots, angling him back and you felt him twitch in your palm even as managed to spit a swear before Eijiro could kiss him. 

With his mouth occupied you continued to focus on his cock and sucking a chain of love marks down his porcelain skin, using your free hand to try and pull the collar of his shirt down as far as you could, but unable to properly reach his collarbones had you huffing in frustration. 

“’S the matter, baby?” Eijiro asked, his hand caressing your cheek. 

“Wish we took his shirt off before he got tied up.” 

“Oh, is that all?” That grin was back, “Lean back f’me, love, I can fix this.” 

You did what he said and pressed Katsuki’s cock right to your ass in the process making him suck his teeth, the both of you keeping eyes on Eijiro’s hands that came over the blonde’s shoulders and fisted the cotton fabric that covered his chest. 

He didn’t even have his quirk active, all he did was pull and the shirt never stood a chance. Hanging now in tatters off Katsuki’s frame, “Holy shit—!”, the both of you muttered in unison making Eijiro chuckle.

The action left your panties soaked and you really couldn’t wait any longer. Not even allowing yourself the time to stand and shimmy off your panties, you settled for just pushing them to the side and lining Katsuki up to your dripping cunt. 

His hands gripped the sides of the chair so hard that if you could have seen his knuckles, you were sure they would’ve been white. “Fuck, princess—! Slower, ‘s been a while.” You could tell it wounded his pride to admit but took your time sliding down his cock per his request.

“Could guide me if you had those hands free and just took off those gloves…” You teased him.

“Shut it.” 

“She’s right you know.” 

“Yeah, I get it!” 

You had him buried inside, feeling so full in his lap with your walls fluttering, and your hands resting on his chest. You kissed back up his neck, “Just tell me when I can move, baby, won’t go until you say so.” 

He sucked in a few deep breaths through his nose because if you moved too soon, he’d bust long before he was ready. So, he let you and Eijiro toy with him. Kissing, sucking, and nipping at his skin, all the light lingering touches until he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Move.” 

“Nicer,” Eijiro demanded of him.

“Please, move.” 

You sweetly kissed his lips and lifted up off him just about halfway and then sank right back down to see how he’d do. The ropes strained again and it made you smile just knowing what he wanted to do. 

He didn’t forget his manners this time, “More, please.” And you graciously gave him whatever he asked. Letting him control you with words rather than physically. He had to communicate, he had to tell you what he wanted, what he needed. 

“Wanna see you.” He mumbled and it made you confused, all he had to do was tilt his head and he’d get a lovely view of the way his cock was vanishing inside you, but Eijiro knew what he meant.

He moved from his spot behind Katsuki, coming up behind you instead, “Think he wants these, baby,” His large fingers expertly pinched your nipples right through your shirt before his hands moved down to the hem. “Arms up for me.” He didn’t ruin your shirt like he’d done with your boyfriend’s. He lifted it off your body, kissing your shoulders once it was removed and giving Katsuki the perfect view of them bouncing as you kept on riding him. 

“Pinch ‘em again f’me, Ei. Like it when she squirms.” And he would’ve if you hadn’t told him no, both men instantly freezing. 

“If Kat wants that, he’s gotta do it himself.” 

“What!?” 

“You heard me,” You still lifted yourself up and down his shaft while you spoke, “No more being Eiji’s puppet master. If you wanna see something done to me, you’ve gotta take your armor off and do it yourself.” 

Katsuki might have looked like his world was just spun sideways but Eijiro was actually chuckling. “I think you’re onto somethin’, baby girl.” He kissed your temple while Katsuki sputtered. 

“The fuck she is!” 

“Calm down. She’s listened to every instruction you’ve given her, slow down, go harder, whatever you’ve asked for, she’s given. I think it’s only fair that you can’t ask me to do those things for you anymore.” 

Still, Katsuki’s jaw was set tight, and you knew he was pissed, that much was painfully obvious. What you could figure out was what he intended to do about it. 

His garnet eyes darted between you and Eijiro like he couldn’t actually believe the two of you were siding with each other on this. For a second you wondered if you might have pushed too far, that this might have been too much for him to handle. Fear crept in and your hips nearly stilled.

“Don’t you fuckin’ stop.” His words were practically a growl from someplace deep in his chest and you obeyed without a second thought. “Undo the binds.” Your walls clenched at the words and you knew you were in for it. 

The moment the ropes fell to the floor Katsuki was standing, using cool hands to wrap your legs around him, keeping his cock still buried deep. Eijiro was just a second behind him, grinning like it was his damn birthday all the way to the bedroom. 

Your back hit the mattress and before you let Katsuki do a single thing, you tapped the gloves, “Off.” 

He tore them from his hands, throwing them against the far wall, and then scalding, scared hands pulled you in.

They felt different. It wasn’t the fact it had been months since he’d had them on you, you’d remember his touch anywhere. He had new scars from explosions he’d caused over the weeks his hands had been in the gloves. The damage he’d inflicted upon himself.

Katsuki leaned down to kiss you before doing anything else. “They’re alright. They don’t hurt. Promise.” 

And he didn’t give you any more time to worry about it right then. He already had your hips up off the bed, “Getting in my fuckin’ way.” He ripped the panties that you never bothered taking off before using you like you were nothing more than a tool for his desires. 

You got exactly what you’d been craving, there wasn’t a part of you Katsuki left untouched. Rough fingers tugging at your nipples, making them pull with each harsh snap of his hips. He groped at your ass, pulled at your hair, and pushed your legs further and further apart. 

When one orgasm ripped through you he didn’t even falter. “Hell, princess, already?” He flipped you over, face pressed into a pillow and he positioned your ass exactly where he wanted it, watching your cum drip out and run down your thighs before pushing himself back in. 

He would’ve stayed upright, fucking you with both feet planted on the ground, had it not been for Eijiro bending him over top you. What you wouldn’t have given to see the look on Katsuki’s face when Eijiro bullied his cock inside him. Your ears were flooded by a guttural moan, and your hips were gripped so tightly that bruises were bound to show up within the hour. 

“Fuck, wait, Ei—!” Katsuki was twitching inside you and you waited for him to flood your cunt but he managed to hold off again. 

“Awe, too much for our KitKat?” 

You pushed the blond further, sitting on all fours, looking back at the two of them. Katsuki’s head dipped low, nearly resting on your back meanwhile, Eijiro teeth were sinking into his lower lip and you knew he was working his inches inside Katsuki little by little. 

“Ah, there ya go.” He ran a soothing hand over Katsuki’s back, “Now, be good f’us and fill our little one up.” He retracted his hips and eased, back in quicker than before, making Katsuki push into you as well, “She’s been so needy for you, baby.” Eijiro repeated the motion, quicker still, “Talkin’ about how much she misses your cock,” Another thrust, “Oh. And she really misses your fingers on that pretty clit of hers.” 

Katsuki didn’t need any more of a hint. Rough fingers were on your sensitive bundle of nerves in seconds and your arms gave way landing you on the pillow below that muffled your cry. 

With the way he moved, clearly not forgetting exactly what you liked, he was going to have you cumming for him again in record time. “Kat!” You have to turn your head for him to properly hear you, “Feel s’good, baby. Wanna cum f’you.” 

“You as— askin’ permission, princess?” Eijiro’s thrusts had him stammering and you just knew he wasn’t gonna last much longer either.

You nod your head but it wasn’t enough for either of them. “Words.” Both of them reminded you and you whined.

“Please! Please, yes, I’m asking!” 

Eijiro still had a good pace going, rocking the both of you with ease. He had Katsuki so close the man could barely form a sentence so, Eijiro took it upon himself. “Cum when Kat does, little one, hold out until then.” 

Katsuki can feel you practically sob, so close to the edge and not being allowed to let that cord snap. He kissed up your spine. “’M close, babe, just— fuck— hang on.” 

Katsuki’s head was pulled back from your ear, lightly this time by Eijiro’s hand. “Do you wanna cum, baby?” 

“Y-yes.” 

“Then ask me.” 

“Fu—“

“Ah-ah,” Eijiro cut him off, "I’ll drag this out for the both of you if you get your temper goin’. Try again.” 

“Wanna cum, Ei. Fuck, I want it. Please, can y’make me cum?” 

Sharp teeth were right against his earlobe. “Don’t let up on that clit of hers, understand?” 

In an instant his fingers worked even quicker than before to the point you weren’t sure if you’d be able to hold out like Eijiro had ordered but then those teeth sunk into Katsuki’s shoulder and the hand he’d had posted on your hip flew to the back of Eijiro’s neck to hold him in place. 

Your fingers fisted the sheets and Katsuki couldn’t keep his pace on your clit, instead, it was all jerky movements until his first rope of cum shot into you. And he had so much more to give. The way your orgasm milked him had him painting your walls white, filling you to the brim until his cum was leaking out and onto the sheets below. 

Eijiro kept his teeth embedded until he came too, just a minute or so later. 

Months ago, it used to be one of the boys who’d get up and make sure you had a warm towel to clean yourself up, or they’d be picking you up to take a bath, but not tonight though. 

Eijiro pulled himself out and then helped Katsuki ease out of you and let you slowly roll over onto your back. He waited until Katsuki was situated in your arms, his head resting comfortably against your chest, and only then did Eijiro cuddle in beside the two of you. One arm under your neck and the other across Katsuki’s back. 

You had both your hands playing with Katsuki’s blonde locks, running your fingers through them, scratching at his scalp. “Thanks.” He muttered and both you and Eijiro knew that covered so many different things. 

“Don’t have to thank us.” Eijiro started and let you finish with, “You’re worth fighting for, KitKat. We love you.” 

He snorted a laugh at the comments he deemed ‘too sappy’, and yet he was the one who, after insisting you all needed to shower, that he was gonna marry the two of you one day. 

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Y’all come through everytime! I need help finding another fanfic! This one is about gardener izuku. It’s been a HOT minute since I read this one so I don’t remember as much! But the reader is in this small town and always visits Izuku and buys flower from his truck/stand? He comes once a week and after a certain amount of time he offers her a job to work for him. So the next day she drives out at the ass crack of dawn to where he lives and he shows her what to do. Then one of the days she’s there she cooks breakfast or lunch for him (I can’t remember 😅😅) then at one point Izuku takes her to town to bakugo’s store to buy soil/plant food? I believe it has smut but I can’t for the life remember the details of it! 😭😭😭 please and thank you!!

Update!!!!!!!!! Thank you @bbyangvl ❤️ the fix is called If You Need A Little Sunshine You Can Borrow Some Of Mine by sightoru and it’s on Ao3!!!

#izuku x reader #izuku midoryia smut #mha #bnha izuku #bnha smut #mha smut #midoriya izuku

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Everyone thank Horikoshi for the meal.

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mha characters reacting to us having the same quirk as them

Sure thing! But since you didn't specify the characters you wanted me to talk about, then should I assume you don't mind if I pick them myself? I'll be doing both boys and girls so I hope your favorites are included.

Also, I didn't pick characters with uncommon quirks, for instance Izuku with OFA and Shouto who's the result of years of experimenting (so sorry to put it this way) 😭

Mha characters reacting to you having the same quirk as them

Genre : fluff/ headcanons

Masterlist

Bakugo :

Katsuki was pissed at first.

How could an extra like you have an awesome quirk like his? It didn't sound right.

It was the same reason why he kept an eye out for you, he wanted to know your training methods and all that.

Little by little, he came to realize that you were doing your best. And he wouldn't tell you this, but he even thought that you were better than him at times.

His anger turned into admiration for you, and he even asked if you could workout together. To which you said "yes" because you admired him as well.

Kirishima :

Eijiro couldn't stop gazing at you the moment he saw you using your quirk for the very first time. And it took him a hot minute to finally approach you.

He was a blushing mess and he struggled to tell you how awesome he thought you were.

The moment you heard him say that was the happiest of your life because you thought the same way about him.

You became inseparable ever since and did everything together: workout, homework, having meals...

You just couldn't imagine how your lives would be without the other.

Momo :

Momo was intimidated at first. She thought you were a lot better than her at using your quirk.

The moment you noticed that, you approached her and told her how much you admired her. You didn't want things to be awkward between the two of you. Besides, you truly did believe she was awesome and you hated seeing her lose confidence.

It worked! Her eyes lit up and she gave you the most beautiful smile you've ever seen.

You learned a lot from each other and you became each other's biggest fan.

Ochaco :

The moment she saw you in action was the moment she realized that you were her idol.

You thought it was cute the way she kept following you around and asking you all those questions about your workout routine and what you did to prevent your quirk from interfering with your everyday life.

She became your biggest supporter and you became hers.

You shared everything together and protected each other on missions.

Kaminari :

He couldn't believe his eyes! Was he seeing right?

He came running towards you like a bullet and started asking you all those questions and telling you how amazing he thought you were.

He freaked you out at first because you still had no idea who he was, but seeing his genuine smile and his bright eyes helped you feel at ease right away.

You started talking and laughing together and he suggested that you two should partner up for missions.

You got even closer as time went by and your friendship became something else entirely, something a lot more.

Mirio :

He kept his distance at first because you were so nervous and he didn't want to scare you off.

Though he was watching you from a far to see if you needed any help.

The first time you two were by yourselves happened purely by chance. You were at the gym working out and trying to improve your control over your quirk, when Mirio stepped in for his daily training.

You immediately apologized and prepared to leave when he stopped you and asked if you wanted to workout together since you had the same quirk.

You approved albeit reluctantly. But soon after, you thanked the heavens you did.

He's an amazing hero and an amazing person. He became your rock.

He often tells you that he had his eyes on you since day one, and will continue to watch over you until the day he dies.

Mina :

Mina's reaction was the same as Kaminari's.

She was ecstatic and dubbed you as "hers" since day one.

She thought you were amazing and wanted to learn a lot from you, as did you.

You partnered up on missions, protected each other, and worked amazingly together.

Kendo :

She was amazing to you and treated you well ever since the day she leaned that you two had the same quirk.

She protected you from everything especially Monoma's mean remarks.

She was the person you admired the most and all you wanted was to be more like her.

When you told her that, she smiled and asked you to never change because she loved you the way you are.

Monoma :

He made fun of you at first. Told you that no matter how hard you try, you will never step up to his level.

You tried to keep your distance but he kept following you around.

One day you've had enough and just blew up on his face. He was taken aback and for once couldn't say a word.

You left crying and he stood there shocked.

The next day he apologized and told you that he actually found you amazing and was only joking by his previous remarks.

You were skeptical but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

As turned out, he was saying the truth.

Shinsou :

You were awkward around each other to say the least.

None of you had the guts to approach the other. You were both a bit of a loner and your quirks didn't help you make friends.

It was thanks to Aizawa that you finally became close since he insisted on you training together.

Little by little you became comfortable with one another and became each other's best friend.

As time went by, you realized that all you needed was each other.

Nejire :

She overwhelmed you at first. She was obviously a sweet, affectionate and lovable person, but she kept asking you all these kinds of questions about your quirk, and giving you information on how she deals with hers.

Noticing your discomfort, she apologized instantly and asked if she could start over.

You found her adorable and you became closer soon after.

You exchanged information about your quirk and asked the other for help whenever you needed it.

You were always there for each other.

Amajiki :

This sweetheart refused to even look you in the eye. Having the same quirk as one of the big three is an honor, and you wanted to learn more from him, but everytime you try talking to him he gets all awkward and runs away from you after apologizing.

You gave up eventually and stopped bothering him.

Apparently he regretted blowing you off, because he came to see you one day and suggested training together.

You found it extremely adorable the way he was blushing and struggling with his words.

You happily accepted of course and little by little became a lot closer.

He was like a little puppy following you around everywhere.

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spacespacesp“Delivery!" 

synopsis: you were an exhausted, young professional and he was the hot delivery man who you hoped could give you more than a few packages. things don’t all work out that easy for you though.

characters: deliveryman!izuku x reader

cw: no quirks, cumplay, oral (f!recieving), mutual masturbation, izuku is 25, booty smacks, lil bit of pervy!deku, reader gets lifted but zuzu got muscles, creampie, use of pet names, pining before the nasty wasty, fem!reader, size kink, text bubbles not an indication of angst, she rlly is kinda stupid, reader is thirsty asf but pls don’t act like this wouldn’t be u if ur delivery man looked like this lmao (1st)

wc: 7k

❥ samii says: repost! and was watching mystic pop up bar and thinking of a meme i saw once so this monstrosity that i spent a week on is what i came up with >.> sort of kind of a valentine’s day post? i uH made the border a festive pink, so……

The subdued sound of yelling pulled you from your hazy dream into a waking awareness. Shit… what time was it? Your eyes shuttered and squeezed as a sliver of light peeking through your blinds warmed your face and briefly blinded your vision white. This was supposed to be your day off, twenty-four whole hours of reprieve that the fast life of a young professional infrequently allowed; a day where you could—were supposed to enjoy the simple pleasure of sleeping in past an absurd amount of time. You groaned as your ears picked up another muffled shout. Your body shifted to roll over and press your face into the plush fabric of your pillow, hoping that if you suffocated yourself enough you’d pass out into a deep, soothing slee—another loud yelp and the sound of toppling items greeted your ears. 

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Ok y’all I need help finding another fanfic! It’s one that about Izuku and he’s the new delivery man for this apartment complex. I can’t remember all the details because it’s been months since I read it, but he drops some old ladies packages and she starts smacking him with a rolled up newspaper and the reader has to save him and they end up getting hit as well and bring Izuku into their apartment and some stuff happens. Then basically the reader gets super horny and orders a dildo and the company basically promises discreet packaging. A couple of days or a week later Izuku delivers her package and low and behold it definitely not discreet, and you can obviously tell is a dildo. Then I believe the reader snatches it away and tries to shut the door but Izuku puts his foot in before the door shuts. Then he proceeds to convince the reader to let them help and then they end up fucking while Izuku pager thing (idk whatever tells him his delivery schedule) is going off. Please and thank you!!!

Update!!! It’s called delivery by @thotty-tatertot1

#mha smut #bnha izuku #midoriya izuku #izuku midoryia smut #bnha smut #izuku smut #izuku x reader

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being the pro heroes' publicist x "hey smile...smile" tiktok audio

DYNAMIGHT

"hey, smile!" the photographer sounds like she's pleading at this point, you pinch the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration and as if on cue katsuki lets out another roar. the photographer muffles a shrill scream behind her closed lips but you can feel her annoyance radiating in waves off of her as she turns to face you "do something, please." she mutters through gritted teeth before spinning back and taking a picture of Bakogu mid snarl. you wave your hands behind the photographer as if he were a disobedient toddler and when he ignores your attempts you walk over midst shoot. grabbing his chin you look directly into his eyes, your eyes narrowing at his in disapproval. "smile." it's a firm command but the way your voice sounds when you whisper so close to him and the way your fingers are digging softly into his cheeks made it feel oddly intimate. bakogu grimaces and turns his face away and out of your grasp hoping you miss the way his adam's apple bobs when he swallows hard. you give him a reassuring smile of your own before walking back to stand out of the shot. he actively tries his best the time around, a soft smile actually making its way onto his face but with his heart now beating out of rhythm and your full attention on him his smile ends up looking painful by the time the flash goes off. the photographer curses her slow reflexes but reassures you photoshop will be his saving grace for the final cover.

DEKU

you feel awful, biting the inside of your cheek you watch as the number one hero struggle to produce a single genuine smile for the cameras. "hey smile!" awkward grin. "just give us one of your triumphant smiles deku!" creepy grin. he's clearly out of his element so you stand up and make your way over to the scene of disaster, "can we have a minute?" you ask over the photographer's shoulder. the girl nods and quickly backs up, reviewing the shots she already took for something salvageable. "i'm sorry, i'm trying but it doesn't feel genuine. it doesn't feel appropriate or .." "izuku" you interrupt him mid mutter, your pretty eyes always send the pro hero spiraling and now is no exception as you lean in so close the tip of your nose brushes his. "smile." your voice is soft and alluring and he falls under the spell, your plead going answered as soon as they snap the next picture. "wow, perfect!" the photographer sounds a little shocked, turning to examine the shot she just took to ensure she's seeing it correctly. deku ends up being nominated for the hero with the sweetest smile after the magazine cover is released.

SHOTO

"shoto work with me, we need vulnerable, open, something the audience can cling to." shoto straightens up even more, his chest puffing out as he attempts to convey the correct body language but comes off even more authoritative. "hey, smile!" the photographer yells as the bright flash goes off, she huffs and turns to the screen on the camera. "so frigid." you eye your watch, ten more minutes before you had to get going, no time to waste you think as you march over to him and signal the photographer to give you a second. knowing how hard it was for the pro hero to show sensitivity you lean in close to get a little privacy in the crowded studio, whispering against the shell of his ear "smile." realising, a little too late, that you're too close when your lips brush his skin and he visibly shivers. that was counterproductive you think while eyeing the finished product on the laptop screen, the regular size image showed now there was a knitted brown and an even stiffer smile. you sigh and take a sip of your coffee as the photographer points to shoto's cheeks on the screen with her pen "well, at least the blush here softens the aggression, wouldn't go as far as to say he looks vulnerable but its a start." when you turn to look at shoto he still standing under the stark white lights like he's frozen over.

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Stood Up

Pairing: Sero/F!Reader

Summary: When you find your dating making out with someone else at a Halloween party, Hanta swoops in and reclaims your evening, rekindling an old flame.

Contains: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Demisexual Reader, Astronomy/Greek Lore Nerd Sero, Old flame

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Demi Problems, Praise/Smidge of Degradation, Name-calling (slut & whore), Pet names (Love, good girl, pretty girl), Car Sex, F Masturbation, Oral M Receiving (Road Head) I think that's everything

A/N: This took me much longer than I expected. It's also my first time writing Sero. Given the season, I decided to add a touch of Halloween and costumes to this one.

If you'd like to read other's in the Stood Up series, here are the links:

Stood Up - Bakugo - WC 3,502

Stood Up - Kirishima - WC 3,612

Stood Up - Kaminari - WC 2,461

Word Count Starting Below: 3,494

Denki Kaminari's annual Halloween bash was in full swing by the time Hanta had arrived. He'd come straight from patrol, wrapping himself up in his own tape making a half assed mummy costume for himself. Not like anyone would notice with the flashing colored lights, loud music, and abundance of liquor.

However, Hanta didn't even make it up to the double glass front doors of Denki's home. Not before doing a double take at the very familiar pirate that ran by him.

"Y/N?" You stopped allowing him the chance to catch up to you, "Holy shit, it is you, when the hell did you get back?"

Three years you'd been gone, working in America. Time differences and busy schedules made it so the two of you barely kept in touch. It was a shame, Hanta thought, considering how close the two of you used to be.

"I- uh- just a few weeks now. I heard you were helping out with the disaster relief after that storm."

It had to be his eyes playing tricks on him, the funny colors of the dancing lights were what made your cheeks look wet, right? Those couldn't have been tears.

"I was, yeah, but I got back yesterday. I didn't know-"

"Get the hell outta here!" His head snapped back towards the front of the house, just in time to see Eijiro, dressed in an impressive werewolf costume, literally throw someone out of the party. The guy drunkenly stumbled off, Eijiro walking over towards where Hanta was standing with you. "Y/N, you good?"

You nodded while Hanta tried to piece together what'd happened. "Sorry, it took me a second to find the bastard. Do ya wanna come back in? I'll make sure he leaves."

"No, Eijiro, thanks though. I'm just gonna head home."

The wolfman frowned but understood. "We'll have a smaller party for ya! Just the gang as a welcome home! You know Denki will look for any excuse to throw a party." He turned his gaze on Hanta. "A mummy, really?"

"You've been a damn werewolf for the last two years! You don't get to give me crap."

Eijiro poked the fuzzy pointed red ears carefully set into his spiky hair. "Mina and I worked real hard on this costume... seemed like a waste to only wear it once."

"We both know you haven't just worn those once, big man."

That got a chuckle out of you while all Eijiro could do was shrug and try to hide a shit-eating grin.

He asked you again if you'd like to stay and once more you said you were going to just head home. It was when you specifically said you were going to be walking home that Hanta spoke up offering to drive you back to your home since it was Halloween and people were creeps.

You were a damn pro hero but he still didn't feel right about just letting you walk home alone.

When you agreed he told Eijiro he'd be back soon and walked over with you to his car.

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A part of you missed the old station wagon Hanta used to drive, not that this BMW he now drove wasn't absolutely amazing, you just sort of missed the comfort of the old car.

He waited until he'd reached the end of Denki's long, winding driveway to finally speak. "So, you wanna tell me what happened back there, or am I just supposed to pretend like Kiri didn't kick someone out on your behalf?"

"You could probably just ask Kiri and he'd tell you."

"I could, but, I'd like to hear it from you."

You knew you could tell him, there was nothing you couldn't tell Hanta. There was once a time when the man knew every single detail about your life. Sure, time and distance had put a strain on that relationship but you were back now. There was no reason why you couldn't at least start rebuilding what you and Hanta once had.

"Y/N, if you don't wanna say anything-"

"I was just casually seeing this guy. You know me and dating, how we don't always work out." You said abruptly and he quit talking, "And so, we weren't like official but we said we'd go to this party together. Well, I got here and went looking for him and found him making out with one of Hawks' sidekicks. I got a little upset when he noticed me and, well, he just said he found someone better."

Hanta actually stopped the car, pulled off to the side of the road, threw it in park, and looked right at you because he knew what found someone better meant exactly. You'd used those words in high school when that guy from Shiketsu that you'd been seeing got pissed off that you wouldn't put out and ended it with you. You went to his dorm crying because he 'found someone better', is what you told him. It took him a few hours to get the truth out of you.

You'd always been the kind of person to love with your entire heart but sexually, you'd confessed that you felt different from all the other kids your age back then. Not having the same urges and desires that everyone else seemed stricken with.

"Hanta, it's fine, really. Kiri heard the whole thing and, well, you saw what happened."

"Doesn't make it right! So, you went on a couple dates with a guy, that doesn't mean he just gets to expect you to put out for him! Even if you weren't demi, no one gets to just assume they deserve sex."

His lips were pressed in a narrow line, nostrils flared once in annoyance. He was usually so calm and laid back that you thought it rather cute when he got overprotective. "It's alright, Hants, really."

He still gave you a look that said he disagreed but then shook his head, dropping the subject for now at least.

"Still like those late-night drives?"

"I love them."

"Good."

Hanta waited for a car to pass and whipped the car in the other direction.

It wasn't long before he had the windows rolled down, conversations filling in the blanks of lost time, in between belting out choruses of your favorite songs. Minutes slipped by the further he drove, you lost track of both time and kilometers, letting him tell you all about the ridiculous antics the group had been up to.

Eventually, you caught the scent of salty air and even in the dark, you had a pretty good idea where Hanta was going. He followed a winding road, making two left turns and then a right leaving you on a stretch of road that paralleled the ocean.

You let your head fall against the seat, eyes falling shut and inhaling that wonderful smell you missed so much. Hanta had just one hand lazily on the wheel, his elbow resting out the open window, a relaxed smile was illuminated in soft orange lights off his dash.

You let your head roll onto his shoulder, not as easily done without the bench seat in his station wagon but it worked nonetheless. "Thanks."

His free hand came to rest on your knee, "Anytime."

He turned the wheel, pulling over and parking in front of a small beach access that you guys had found at 3 in the morning five years prior. Hanta kicked off his shoes, leaving them in the car to avoid them being sand-filled and you did the same with the knee-high boots purely because you longed to feel the sand between your toes.

The wooden planks were worn, parts buried beneath the sand until eventually, none remained. Breaking waves flooded your ears and you made a run for them! Before you could reach the lapping water though, tape had wound around your middle and yanked you backward.

"Not happening!" Hanta said firmly. "Last time I let you talk me into late-night swimming we didn't have a change of clothes either and we both got so sick! I think I might have actually died without Bakugo's soup!"

You chuckled, remembering being nineteen and curled up with Hanta on the sofa in the living room of the apartment you all shared for nearly a week. The sniffles didn't cease for almost three weeks.

"Okay, okay, no swimming." You flopped back down into the sand, his tape still attached meaning the cellophane hero was pulled down with you. "Tell me about the stars then, Hants. Who's out tonight?"

Astronomy was a hobby of Hanta's you learned about after moving into the dorms your first year. It wasn't uncommon to find him out on the roof most nights, laying on his back and looking up into the clear night sky littered with twinkling stars, usually with a joint pressed between his lips. It became almost a habit for him to grab you on his way up, pulling you along because you were more than happy listening to him tell you about each constellation and the stories behind them.

It was around this time of year, in your final year of high school; somewhere between him recalling the greek mythos of Aries and Sagittarius that you noticed your heart beating a little faster. You realized something had shifted between the two of you, and, holy shit, was this what it felt like to have a crush! When the hell did that happen?

You'd entrusted everything to Hanta back then, and now, laying in the sand shoulder to shoulder while he talked about Draco, that familiar feeling stirred again. You remembered what it was supposed to be like when you weren't forcing it for some random guy. How simple it was supposed to be.

You inclined on an elbow and he stopped mid-sentence. "Eh, everything alright?" You nodded but he looked anything but convinced, mirroring your position and asking you again.

It was easy for you to lean forward, to brush your lips against his for the first time in three years. And, when you pulled away, he looked about as shocked as he had the night you'd done it when you were eighteen.

"You- you still like me?"

When you left for America, you'd both agreed to put a pause on your sort of relationship. Free to date and screw whomever you pleased because three years was a long time and it just seemed like a fair decision to make. The realization that he might now have someone else special in his life dawned on you...

"Yeah but I totally understand if things are different now and I shoulda asked- oof!"

He kissed you so hard you toppled back into the sand, quick pecks, one right after another, ending them with a long one that nearly left you breathless.

"I didn't know how to bring it up. I didn't want to make you feel awkward about things or make you think I expected something. I thought that maybe since we didn't talk for a while your feelings might have changed."

"I can say with confidence they haven't."

"Thank fuck." He groaned and captured your lips in another searing kiss.

It was easy to lift his shirt off, the shreds of tape that remained were now covered with gritty sand that clung to your fingers as you traced the chest and torso you knew so well. Gliding over defined muscles, lingering on old scars and mapping out new ones he'd collected in your time apart.

His own hands were busy flicking open the brass fastenings of your corset, huffing about it being so much more difficult to get to your chest and something about it being very unfair.

By the time he'd undone the last one, bright headlights shown across the beach. "Shit."

Giggling ensued from the walkway and you both sighed, at least it wasn't the police or a hero patrol. Hanta gathered his shirt and ran back to his car with his hand in yours.

"I thought our days of being caught were over."

"At least it wasn't Mr. Aizawa this time."

A chill ran down your spine remembering the night and the lecture you'd received when your teacher had caught Hanta sneaking out of your room early one morning.

"So, uh, do you still plan on going to Denki's party?" You asked innocently enough but Hanta knew you far too well.

"I think I'm gonna miss it this year." His hand found a home on your upper thigh. "Apparently, you and I have a lot of catching up to do. Lost time to make up for and all that."

"Too bad you don't have that old station wagon anymore. If you did, we wouldn't have to wait to get back."

Dark eyes glanced over at you not so subtly parting your legs.

"I dunno. It's not too often I travel in the backseat of my own car but I've been told it's pretty roomy. Lots of legroom."

Your hand ran over your legs, dipping down to lightly brush your more sensitive parts, thankful you opted for the thin pair of black leggings rather than the dark skinny jeans. Your fingers danced again and this time you let a soft moan pass your lips. "Eyes on the road, Hants."

"That's a little hard to do when I've got you spread out in the passenger's seat." He grabbed your free hand and pressed it against the bulge in his pants. "You've got me distracted, filthy little woman."

You appreciated him testing the waters, a subtle way of checking if you liked those nicknames he used only in private with you, giving you a chance to protest if your likes had changed. They were one's that only felt right coming from him and you were eager to hear more.

Forgoing your own high, you leaned over the center console as best you could, undoing his belt first, followed quickly by his zipper letting his strained cock be free.

His grip tightened on your leg when you kissed the tip of him. "Just like old times, huh?"

A chuckle turned quickly into a moan, taking him in your mouth, pushing yourself further on his cock, fighting your gag reflex to get him down your throat. Hanta reclined his seat further, giving you more room to work with.

Your legs clenched tighter with every groan you pulled from him, wiggling your hips in the seat, letting a hand fall back between your own legs. There was an attempt of a moan around his cock when his fingers coiled in your hair. "Such a good slut. Keep fuckin' goin'." He let you continue at your own speed, needing to focus as best he could on the road rather than what you were doing but, damn, you were making that increasingly difficult.

He wasn't stopping you though. He rarely did. You'd sucked him off on countless drives before and only stopped when- "That's it." He lifted you off him by your hair at the same time he pulled off the road. There was a convenient turn-off, hidden by overgrown brush you noticed before he shut off the headlights.

Hanta took you by the chin, smearing drool. "Backseat, pretty girl." He reached into the glove box and pulled out a foil wrapper, "What do you say we test out that legroom?"

He wait to watch your smile grow wide before crawling into the back because he had to be the first to go if this had any chance of working. Once situated, pants under his thighs, he patted his lap for you to climb over.

You slid easily onto his lap, hands traveling up and over his shoulders, kissing hard while you rocked your hips against impossibly hard length.

There was so much comfort in the familiarity of him. It wasn't awkward to fall back into rhythm with Hanta, to remember that he loved the feeling of your nails dragging down his chest. And he was just as eager to get your shirt off, reach your breasts he'd missed so much, and get his tongue on your nipples.

Your head tipped backward, loving the pace he set, hips bouncing creating the perfect tug on your nipples between his teeth.

"Love, if I promise to buy you a new pair, can I rip these damn leggings? They're just so thin and-"

"Please." Your breathy moan had him smirking and with a single grunt the leggings were ruined, cool air from the vents had only a moment to touch your bare ass before Hanta's hands reclaimed it.

There was no way he hadn't felt your arousal before ripping your clothes off, you soaked through your panties and leggings, you knew that, but that didn't stop him from commenting on how soaked you were now on his fingers. "Want me inside you, whore? I think you do."

You nodded with a whimper and he slipped a finger in. "Hants, noo- I- I want your cock, please."

"You're gonna take my fingers like a good little slut first." You clenched at the words falling from his mouth. "So fuckin' tight you can barely take a finger. How'm I supposed to fit in here if you can even take a single finger? Need you to loosen up, alright." He pushed another finger in, scissoring the two inside you.

"This gonna make you cum? You need this bad, don't you? Tell me. Tell me how bad you need to cum."

"I want it. Please, please, I need it. I'm so close," You babbled and ripped the foil open with his teeth, rolling it with one hand on his cock. In an instant, his fingers had been replaced with this dick. Sticky fingers on your ass helping you ease down on him with a hiss.

"Fuck," Hanta let out a throaty chuckle, "You still fuckin' feel the absolute best." He dropped a kiss between your breasts, letting you adjust to his girth. "Perfect. Good girl. Such a fuckin' good little slut."

He wasn't about to last long. Not once you started bouncing up and down on him, your tits right in front of his face.

"Couldn't even wait for me to get you home, had to fucking tease me in the damn car." He held onto the fat of your ass, pulling you along him and slamming you down hard.

"Kinda pathetic how desperate you are. Fuck. Kinda hot too."

When the top of your head bumped the roof of the car, he scooted lower, trying to give you as much room to ride him however you pleased.

"What do you need? You wanna cum, don't you, pretty girl, what do you need?"

"Faster, faster please."

Hanta shifted even lower, making you grab onto the two headrests while he thrust his hips up into you at a rapid speed. His thumb on your clit was the additional stimulation you needed to fall over the edge. Nails clawing at the black leather as he continued to moan below you now chasing his own release.

You stayed poised above him, using every last bit of strength to stay upright until his mouth was rambling and his cock pulsed inside of you. Fingers bruising your skin before holding your pelvis snuggly against his.

He was bent in a way that looked entirely uncomfortable and yet he still smiled so widely. Reaching up to brush hair out of your eyes, "You okay?"

"Perfects, Hants. A little sore but I'm sure you are too." He moved off his lap, letting him slip out of you with a groan, "Is your neck gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Having you back, love, is more than worth a little bit of a neck cramp."

As he tied a knot in the condom, depositing it into a plastic bag he had tucked away under his seat, Hanta raised a brow, "Love, really, are you alright? Please, tell me if I hurt you at all."

"No! I'm good, why?"

"You're sitting silly."

You were sitting a little odd, perched on your knees rather than sitting on your ass because the leather was chilly and you told Hanta as much making him laugh. "Wait, I think I can help." He leaned back to the front of the car, flicking a button making it glow. Once he tucked himself back in his pants he hopped out of the car and you could see him rummaging in his trunk through the rear window.

"I keep forgetting to take this out from our camping trip a couple months ago. Guess it turned out to be a good thing." He laid the blanket down over the passenger's seat, declaring that should help a bit.

You wrapped the now toasty warm blanket around your bottom half while Hanta drove back towards the city, your head on his shoulder, his hand on your thigh.

"So, shopping tomorrow? I believe I owe you a pair of leggings..."

"It's a date."

[bnhafangirl]

Faking It

Pairing: Bakugo X Kirishima X f!Reader

Summary: You've got very thin walls and your roommates are tired of you faking it for fuck boys.

Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI, DubCon (just to be safe), Praise/Deg, Dom Tendencies, Swearing, Sex Toys

Contains: Roommate trope, Implied KiriBaku previous flings, dildos and vibrators, size kink (kinda), who's bigger contest, oral (m receiving), biting (no blood), nipple play, grinding, unprotected sex (stay safe folks) Nicknames Used: Baby, Princess, Sweetpea, Good Girl, Baby Girl, Little Slut, Slut. I think this is all…

W/C: 4,607

A/N: Hey! My first piece for the first collab I’m helping to host, And They Were Roommates! Thank you @silverhairsimp for hosting with me and thank you to all the other lovely people who joined! I cannot wait to see what you come up with! It’s also been a bit since I’ve written so, I’m sorry if this is a little rough…

The groan from your bed mimicked the way you felt in the moments after the man from the club rolled off of you and onto his feet, all with a smirk on his face. All he had to do was stand, shimmy his jeans up from around his knees and secure his belt again and he was all set to walk out your door. It was more than enough time for you to adjust the panties he’d merely pushed to the side in his haste to get inside you and pull your own pants back on.

He ran a hand over shorn dark hair, chest puffed out under a fitted shirt t-shirt. “That was good, baby, damn. That was like, really good.

He called you 'baby' because he didn’t know your name. Then again, you hadn’t bothered to learn his either. All you knew was he had a cute face and, foolishly, you assumed he knew how to use his hips by the way he was grinding on you at the club just an hour ago but now, it was pretty obvious that you two had very different opinions on what the terms ‘really good’ and even ‘good’ meant.

But, you weren’t cruel enough to actually say that to his face. “So good.” You purred, fixing your hair a bit and then holding open your bedroom door for him.

You shuffled out behind him, pelvis sore from the three minutes of constant jackhammering that had just taken place, and pointed out he needed to make a left through the living room to get to the front door.

“Oh! Hey man!” Katsuki looked up from the leather recliner when addressed, “Sorry, I know it’s kinda late. Hope we didn’t wake you or anything.” But, you knew that you probably did wake the man since it was well past his bedtime.

In typical Katsuki Bakugo fashion, he scoffed, deeming him unworthy of words. But, the man from the club kept rambling, “Hey! Aren’t you Dynamight! Babe! You live with Dynamight? How’d you manage that!”

Katsuki set down the report he’d been reading over and removed his glasses. “Where’d ya find this one?” Strong arms pushing himself up and off the recliner.

“I was at the club with Mina.”

“Gods, you really know how to pick them, don’tcha?”

The guy’s arm snaked around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “Guess I’ll be seein’ you around, man! Made sure this cutie will wanna come back for more.”

“Sure ya did.” You shot Katsuki a look.

He wasn’t nearly as bad as he once was in high school but Katsuki was still able to be a dick with minimal effort. It just so happened that you were able to deal with that side of him better than most and the man attached to your side obviously didn't know what sarcasm was.

You walked the guy to the front door, let him give you a kiss goodnight, one that was far sloppier than necessary, making Katsuki scoff behind you once again.

With the door shut you made for the kitchen. Desperate for something to rinse your mouth out. Preferably something that smelled good because that man’s cologne was so overbearing it was making you wanna gag. It lingered in the air, clung to your clothes and your hair. Fuck, you were gonna have to take a shower just to get rid of it...

By the time you finished swishing the drink around in your mouth, Katsuki was standing with his arms folded on the other side of the island. His garnet eyes narrowed in on you, completing the look that was his signature scowl.

“If you’ve got somethin’ to say, Kat, then just say it.”

And, never a man to hold anything back or spare feelings, “You fuckin’ faked it.”

You nearly choked. You expected some comment about this being the fourth partner you’d brought home this month or how completely moronic that guy was, but faked it?

“You couldn’t possibly know that.”

Katsuki kept you pinned to the spot with that predatory gaze of his as he stalked around the island towards you. “That so?” He crept closer still, “Those pretty fuckin’ toys you like so much, they’re not as quiet as you think they are, and your moans definitely aren’t either.”

Despite just drinking, your mouth had run dry. “N-no, no fucking way, Katsuki! You don’t know—,”

“’Course I fuckin’ do! We share a damn wall! That little buzzing, I can hear it nearly every fuckin’ night! Even’s got my logo on it. I saw it in the—,”

“It had the best ratings, you dick! It has absolutely nothing to do with—,”

“Yeah! Obviously it’s the best! It’s mine—!”

“What the fuck is goin’ on!”

Both of you stopped arguing and turned to look at Eijiro standing in the doorway. Neither of you heard your roommate come in and you weren’t sure just how much of the conversation he’d overheard.

Eijiro dropped his equipment bag to the floor. “Someone say somethin’, I could hear you guys when I got out of my car. The whole neighborhood probably could hear you two.”

“She brought home another fuck boy from the club.”

“Kat!”

“He couldn’t make her cum,”

"Katsuki!"

"I don't even think he tried."

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“So, she faked it… again.”

“I swear I’m gonna fucking move…” You grumbled under your breath and you almost missed Eijiro’s breathy little oh as he understood exactly what you guys were fighting about.

You saw the realization settle into his features and then you had one of your own; they talked about this. They talked about you. About your sex life. Private matters you thought were kept behind your bedroom door were now apparently topics of conversation that could be had over morning coffee or whenever the hell they felt like it!

The redhead slowly walked forward, his red eyes were so much softer than Katsuki’s but that didn’t make them any easier for you to look away from.

Turning quickly you were practically nose to nose with Katsuki. “You wanna call me out, fine,” you spat the word at him because two could play at this game. “I heard you in the bathroom before work,” His cocky grin wavered and you knew you caught him off guard even for just a second, “Yeah, yeah that’s right. My name rolling off your tongue, heard that squelching sound and my fucking name being moaned, Kat.”

It took him a beat but regained his composure, “Least I don’t hump my pillow so fuckin’ hard I damn near come through the wall when I’m thinkin’ ‘bout ya.”

“Yo! Way to sell me out, man!”

“Don’t worry, shitty hair, I’m not done.” The blonde rounded in on you again, “I’m not the only one having fun in the bathroom, am I, princess?” Katsuki’s hand cupped your chin and angled you so you had to look at him. “You thought you were slick, huh? I forgot my dinner last week so I stopped back home to grab it, you didn’t even hear me come home, had your music so fuckin’ loud. Saw you dancin’ ‘round your room when I went to take a leak, that’s when I saw it in the shower. Wanna tell Kirishima what it was, or should I?”

Your blood ran cold. It was bad enough he knew about the Dynamight vibrator but he knew about your other favorite toy too?

Kirishima came up behind you, bending so he could speak in your ear, “Go on, sweet pea, you can tell me what he found.”

You closed your eyes and admitted, “It was a dildo.”

“Be more specific.” Katsuki prodded.

Sucking in a deep breath, eyes still shut and cheeks feeling on fire, “It was Red Riot-themed. Supposedly modeled after,” You gestured to him.

“Had this suction cup base so it just stuck to the wall,” Katsuki sneered, “Big too, but not enough to be yours.”

You peaked over your shoulder when Eijiro didn’t say anything and saw him standing up straight with a puzzled look on his face. “I know you and a couple others have pleasure lines… but I don’t.”

Your heart softened at the nativity that your massive best friend had while Katsuki groaned at it. “She ordered it third-party, dumbass! Just because you don’t have an official line doesn’t mean people don’t make ‘em!”

“So, you ordered one special… of mine?”

“Yes.” Your eyes not quite meeting his.

“I’m flattered.”

“You should be.”

“Could you show me?” You didn’t move from your spot though, “Kat’s seen it… I’m just curious.”

You couldn’t count the number of times both these men had been in your bedroom but it was equal to the amount you’d been in theirs. From the dozens of late-night study sessions in high school to just hanging out and playing video games on days off from heroing. Even when Eijiro went through a real rough breakup two years ago and the three of you passed out in his bed after a night of ice cream and action movies.

Bedroom boundaries never really existed. Neither of them ever lingered in your doorway, always barged in and made themselves right at home, but this time it was different.

You led the way back to your room per Eijiro’s request and expected both of them to follow you right in but they stopped at the threshold of your doorway as if it had some invisible barrier in front of it.

“You wanted to see it, didn’t you?” Eijiro nodded and so you beckoned him in while opening the top drawer of your dresser and pulling out the box you stashed them in.

Your collection was modest, all things considered. But, it was plain to see the only two themed toys in the box were Dynamight’s and Red Riot’s.

You handed over the toy in question by its base for him to assess and even Eijiro couldn’t hide the smirk that tugged up the corner of his mouth. Where your fingers barely closed when gripping the silicone shaft, his large hands made it look easy. He nodded approvingly, “Not bad, but if they were going for accuracy they’re a bit off. It’s more like yours, Kat, if we’re being honest.” Katsuki scoffed in the doorway still. “What? You don’t think so?”

“Mine’s longer.” He grumbled.

“Not by much!”

“’S more like yours. Too fucking thick.”

Eijiro couldn’t stop the bubbling laugh, “This isn’t as thick as me.” And your eyes went wide knowing just how tight that toy already was.

It took you a moment to realize that Katsuki was smirking at you again. “I’ve got an idea: Why don’t we let our roomie decide who’s it’s more like.”

You choked on spit. “You’re not serious?”

“You would be an impartial third party…” Eijiro rationalizes.

Kat finally enters your room. “You would be impartial, wouldn’t you? Not gonna go pickin’ favorites?”

“Scared I’ll like Eiji’s more?” You quipped and the redhead bit back a smile. “Drop your pants then, Kat.”

He closed the door to your room like someone else could walk in before undoing the tie to his sweats.

“You too, Eiji, I’m supposed to be comparing after all.” He nodded handing you the toy back and you watched from the edge of your bed as his fingers worked his belt open. On a three-count, they both tugged down tight boxers.

At a first glance, the dildo you were meant to be comparing them to, resembled Eijiro’s hands down. There was no contest. Sure, the real thing nearly had your mouth watering. It was so damn thick you weren’t sure it’d even fit!

Katsuki though, for someone who just bragged about length, you were honestly, unimpressed. But, your jaw went slack when you watched him take his length in his hand and pump several times causing it to easily double its original size.

“Well, I think Eiji might have been right. Sure it’s just a smidge thicker than you, Kat, but,” You held up the bright red toy, “The length looks spot on.”

“Obviously you need to get a closer look then, Princess.”

You sighed heavily and sank down to the plush rug on the floor of your room. “Look,” You tried your best not to get distracted by the fact both their cocks were just inches from your face now. Didn’t want to look too closely or else you’d remember exactly how Katsuki’s tilted upward just slightly or that Eijiro had two fat veins running down the sides of his shaft. You just held the toy up for comparison to Eijiro’s dick first.

“If we’re going by length and girth, Eiji has way more girth than this toy! Like, I should write a review and tell them they got it way wrong. But you, you’re nearly the exact same size! This should be marketed as a Dynamight dildo, not Red Riot.”

“Hm,” He mused, “See, I know I’m longer than that toy of yours.” Blonde brows rose, “Maybe you should put your pretty little mouth around it to get that extra inch.”

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He toys with a lock of your hair. “Bet your mouth would beat my fist any day of the week.” Katsuki crouches so he’s on your level, “I also bet Red and I can turn those fake ass moans into real ones.”

You were skeptical. Waiting for some joke to come out of all this but, Katsuki was never really the joking type.

“Eiji,” You looked up at the man who’d taken a step back so he wasn’t crowding you, “You’re awfully quiet.” Even though his dick had stiffened from the conversation alone.

“Whaddya want me to say, sweetpea?” He took a seat in your desk chair. “I think Kat has a point. You’ve gotta be getting sick of doing all the work yourself. We could help.” He suggests with a shrug.

Katsuki stood up straight again, his dick still taunting you.

You were sick of it. The toys were great but it’d been so long since another person got you off, and fuck, were they handsome. “This won’t mess up our friendship, right?” It was really the only thing you had to be sure of and both men agreed that it wouldn’t change a thing. “Then let’s see if you’ve really got an extra inch to give.”

Eijiro leaned back in your chair, lazily fisting his cock while he watched you gag on Katsuki’s for what was probably the tenth time. The curve of him felt immaculate going down your throat but you still couldn’t fight the reflex.

Katsuki didn’t seem to mind though. Not a single bit. His head had tipped back, both his hands guiding your head or holding it still so he could fuck into you. “Shoulda done this ages ago.” He purred, “Knew your mouth would be perfect.” He held you down on him again, your nose pressed against a tuft of wiry blonde hair. “Gag on it, Princess, fuck-- just like that. Perfect little slut with your perfect fuckin’ throat…”

He was too caught up in his own high to notice your fingers trailing down your body. Furious that you were still in jeans and couldn’t get friction where you needed it most. But, Eijiro saw your hand dipping down and moved to the floor just behind you.

He took both your wrists and moved them behind your back, holding them in one hand while the other popped open the button of your jeans.

“You're not supposed to be taken care of yourself, ‘member?” Eijiro kissed down the length of your neck and you rumbled out a moan around Katsuki’s cock. You wanted to lean back into him when his fingers ventured across your clothed core, teasing you with light touches and playful kisses while Katsuki kept your head bobbing on his cock.

You would have begged for his fingers if you could have. Desperate for the relief you just knew he’d provide. When sharp teeth playfully bit at your shoulder your arms tensed in his hands. Unsure of whether that was good or bad, Eijiro backed off but you managed a pitiful whimper, wanting him back.

“Whatever you did, better do it again. Little slut liked it.”

“Like my teeth, pretty girl?” His teeth pressed in just a bit harder than before, not nearly enough to draw any blood.

The way you sucked in Katsuki’s length nearly made him cum on the spot. He had to drop a hand, brace it on your shoulder just to stay steady, “Holy fuck— Just like that, princess. Just like that.”

And it was easy to do. Eijiro’s fingers had found their way below your panties finally, running between slick folds. “So wet for us, baby girl,” He helped you shove the jeans down over your thighs, your panties coming with them, “Little wider for me— that’s a good girl.”

You choked when he dipped a finger inside, not able to properly cry out. You couldn’t remember how long it’d been since another person's fingers had been in you, and Eijiro’s, fucking hells, they were large. And rough. So unlike your own.

He held a hand on your hip to keep you upright when all you wanted was to fuck down onto his fingers. With your hands free again, you ran one of them along Katsuki. Toned legs with little white scars. Eventually cupping his balls in the palm of your hand and his hips snapped harshly into your mouth. “Give ‘em a little squeeze,” Eijiro advised, “You’ll have him cummin’ down your throat in seconds.”

You took him at his word and made Katsuki hiss. “Fucker, shoulda never told you ‘bout that.”

The other hand stayed behind you and wrapped around Eijiro’s shaft that’d been pressed against your lower back this entire time. “Wait a sec.” You whined again feeling his finger leave you but realized when he guided your hand back to his cock it was now coated with your slick, “Oh shit, hah,” He smiled against the crook of your neck as you stroked him off. He had two fingers going into you this time, and his thumb pressed to your clit.

You rocked back and forth against Eijiro’s hand as much as he’d allow, gently squeezing Katsuki’s balls and this time, he couldn’t hold off anymore. Fuck, baby, just like that. Gonna— fuck—!”

Eijiro’s fingers curled inside you at the moment hot, white ropes shot down your throat. You sputtered around him, trying your best to swallow everything he gave you.

“Move her back against you,” Katsuki instructed but Eijiro was already guiding you back, his cock forgotten for the moment. He slipped another finger inside while Katsuki pulled your jeans off completely, spread your legs wide so he could see what Eijiro was doing to you.

You watched him bite at his lip, taking you in, holding your legs open when you tried to close them to his lustful gaze. “Who the fuck wouldn’t wanna take their time with you?”

He grabbed the base of his cock and opened his mouth but Eijiro seemed to know what he was gonna say. He brought a foot up to the man’s chest holding him back, “No fucking way, man.”

“The fuck do you mean?”

Eijiro fucked his fingers worked that sweet spot inside you even more while he spoke over your pleas and cries. “Dude, you’re lucky she even sucked you off first! Neither of us are going in her until she cums at least once. Don’t be fuckin’ greedy.”

He was just trying to look out for your best interest. Eijiro knew between him and Katsuki, you’d be lucky if you were walking tomorrow but, he wanted to do things right.

“Wan more, please, please—!”

Both of them stopped bickering and focused all their attention back on you.

You had an arm thrown back behind Eijiro’s neck, the other hanging onto his bicep leaving Katsuki the chance to push your shirt up and run his fingers over your tits. “More, huh? Like this?” Katsuki asked and gently pinched your nipple.

“Yes, more, need it.” He applied more pressure, twisting slightly and you clenched around Eijiro’s digits.

“Damn, she really likes that.” Your eyes were screwed shut, head turned, and pressed into Eijiro’s shoulder.

Katsuki shoved up your shirt with no warning and wrapped his lips around the bud, circling his tongue around it while you cried out his name.

“Gonna cum. Please don’t stop,” Both of them maintained the same pace until you screamed their names in quick succession. Eijiro lazily circling your clit and Katsuki lightly sucking at your nipple until they felt you go limp.

“I need—,” They listened intently, “One or both of you— fuck me, please.”

Breathy laughs filled your room. “Think we can manage that.” Eijiro hoisted the both of you up onto your bed and it wasn’t a second later that Katsuki was climbing over the both of you, helping you turn so you could face Eijiro this time.

Both of them watched you take the thick cock again and drag it between your heat before pumping it a few times with your fist.

“Her fist doesn’t even close around you!”

Eijiro had his head leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed and a smile on his face. “I know, feels fuckin’ great.”

He let you have your fun, even fucks up into your fist a couple times. “So,” He drawls, “Since the dildo didn’t get it quite right… wanna try the real thing?” You nod and go to line yourself up.

“Uh, that’s a bad idea.” Katsuki started.

“What, why!” You were still hovering over him.

“Because he’s a fucking beast and you’re gonna need lube.”

“He just had three fingers in me! And I came! Pretty sure I can make it work!”

The blonde still shook his head. And even Eijiro agreed with him. “I’ve got some in my room…”

“Bottom drawer of my nightstand.” You sighed and it was Katsuki who grabbed the bottle, passing it over so you could lather Eijiro’s dick in it.

“You’ll thank me tomorrow, Princess. I promise.” And pressed a surprisingly soft kiss on your cheek. “Take it slow.”

Eijiro kept his hands on your hips, not letting you sink too fast even if you wanted to. Just the tip was a good stretch for you but one that had you fighting back a moan. Katsuki’s hands worked your tits while you slid further and further down Eijiro’s shaft. Halfway down you had to give yourself a second to get used to him.

“S-big, Eiji… really big.” Your words were muffled from your face pressed into his chest but he knew exactly what you were saying.

“I know, baby girl, but you’re doin’ so good. Go again whenever you're ready.”

Somewhere between the mix of pain and pleasure, it didn’t go unnoticed that these two really weren’t like any of the other men you’d been with. Nothing was rushed. They were in no hurry. Katsuki had even cum already and here he was pressing kisses against your shoulder and playing with your tits. You actually felt for once, that this was about you.

You hadn’t kissed either of them, you had both their dicks inside you, but you hadn’t kissed. And yet, when you pulled away from Eijiro’s neck, you leaned in and slotted your lips against his, taking a chance that this would be alright and not crossing some line of them just helping you out.

You could feel him smile, hear the little hum of delight in the back of his throat as he tilted his head and set a leisurely pace and you instantly relaxed. Just a hint of tongue, some teeth nipping at lower lips, while you sank further down on his shaft.

And when he was finally all the way in, you broke apart, pulling Katsuki in next. A little more tight-lipped than Eijiro was, stiffer too, but that was to be expected. After a minute though, when your thumb grazed his jaw, he completely melted against you.

Even the look the two men shared when you broke apart was heart-achingly soft. “When you’re ready, baby girl.”

You nodded, used his chest for leverage, bringing yourself halfway off his cock and then back down again. “Fuck, Eiji,” It was a sigh that made him twitch inside you, “’S much better.” His chuckle made him move inside you even more, a moan tumbling from your lips.

When you tipped forward, Katsuki just couldn’t help himself. Your ass was on full display for him and his cock was aching again. He smeared his tip over your plump cheeks, laughing at the gasp you made. “Relax, Princess. Not gonna go in… not this time at least.” He pressed his length between your cheeks and groaned at the feeling.

With the way he rocked his hips, you hardly had to move yours.

“Stay still, baby." Eijiro kissed you again, "Just let us take care of you.”

He pumped in and out of you, slow so every time your clit was able to grind down.

It was nothing like the man from the club. No, this was for you just as much as it was for them.

Katsuki had the perfect view, his cock grinding against your ass while he watched Eijiro slide in and out of your cunt over and over, a milky ring coating his base. His hand coiled into your hair, tugging at your roots so you’d rise up enough for him to play with your nipples again.

“Ya know I’m gonna paint this ass of yours with my cum, right? And Ei, he’s gonna flood your cunt with his.” You whined at the very thought. The way they both snapped their hips in time with each other. “But we can’t do that until you cum all over his cock.” He pinched your nipple, harder than he had before, “C’mon you little slut, cum for us again. I know ya wanna.”

Eijiro quit thrusting just ground you against him, the tip of his cock reaching so deep it had you seeing stars. “Let go, sweetpea, you got it.” Keeping your hips rocking, catching your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore. Walls spasming around him, hugging him so tightly he couldn’t even thrust for a second.

“Damn, baby! Squeezing me so good! Hold her still for me, Kat, I’m not gonna last.”

With arms pressed to your sides, Katsuki held you close to him, as you whimpered with Eijiro fucking up into you, prolonging your high. He bounced you on his cock, hips rising to meet you every single time until you felt his release coat you, spilling out onto the sheets below.

“My turn,” Katsuki grumbled and pushed you forward for Eijiro to hold this time. He pressed your cheeks around him, losing himself in the feeling until he had your back covered.

Both of them languidly thrust into you a few more times and you couldn’t recall feeling more satisfied.

Katsuki had Eijiro keep a hold of you while he ran across the hall to get a warm towel.

They took care of you, the both of them. Cleaning you up, changing your sheets, getting you into pajamas. And when it was all said and done, the three of you lounging in the living room like it was any other night, your legs thrown over Eijiro's lap, Katsuki shot you a look over his glasses, “No more fuck boys, no more fakin' it.”

[bnhafangirl]

Y’all I need help finding a fanfic!!!!! It’s one where the reader starts out having shitty sex with some random dude and when he’s done he run into bakugo and the reader closes the door and bakugo says why do you keep faking orgasms. Cue eijiro walking in and agreeing with bakugo. I can’t remember all the details but the reader is comparing red riots and dynamites dildos to the guys real dick the the end up sleeping together. Please and thank you!!!!!

Update it’s called Faking it by @scarlettriot

#bnha #bnha smut #bakugo smut #eijiro smut #mha smut #bakugou x y/n #eijiro x reader #kirishima eijiro x bakugou katsuki

[bnhafangirl]

katsuki loves smacking your ass. in the living room when you’re just getting up from the couch, in the kitchen when you’re cooking his favorite, in the bedroom when you’re… sleeping.

it’s such a regular occurrence that you don’t even think about how that might affect your first son who is completely wrapped around your finger from day one. cue the constant competitions for your attention—the small acts of service ranging from your son helping you with the keys and coats to katsuki whipping out plane tickets for two to your dream vacation (receiving little glares from his son who he lovingly smirks at).

all is well, your boys fighting for your love and affection, until it happens.

katsuki landing the hardest smack on your bottom you’ve ever felt since giving birth. it shocks you enough to bring out a small gasp before narrowing your eyes at your partner, pushing down a smile. but before you can retaliate, your sweet son comes running up to you, frantic as if you had just been attacked—and in his eyes, you have.

“are you okay?!! are you okay—are you hurt??” his concern is nothing to laugh at and yet, you can’t help but find it adorable of how protective he is over you. “it’s okay, i’m okay.”

“are you sure? why’d he hit you like that??” this time you can’t stop the laugh that bursts out, the cramps in your stomach getting worse when you hear katsuki getting slapped multiple times along with a chain of ‘ow ow!’.

[bnhafangirl]

Does this Mha Boy knows how to kiss?

summary: I’ll tell you the headcanons i have for each when comes to kissing

part II part III

warnings: SUGGESTIVE like really suggestive. Fluff but suggestive

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Ejiro

Izuku Midoriya:

No, he doesn’t know how to kiss, but it’s a quick leaner.

Also, he gets really nervous about it. You ask him for a kiss, he gets really red.

Probably keeps his hands to himself in order to not make you uncomfortable, but if you want… i mean, he won’t complain

REALLY AWKARD DURING HIS FIRST KISS, like, he bumps your foreheads and stuff, but still was a very sweet kiss

After the kiss, he becomes more confident around you and your relationship but when you stare at him for a little longer than your should he gets nervous.

Bakugo Katsuki:

Of course, if you ask him he’ll say he is the best at kissing. The truth is that he has never done it and is not really interested in doing it.

But after he found himself looking at your lips and wishing to know what would be the taste of your lip balm he got a little bit angry. At you.

Your first kiss happen in a 7 minutes in heaven in which none of you moved from your corners in 5 minutes. It was clear he won’t make the first move but you wished to kiss him so bad you tried to get close.

It happen quickly. Just a quick peek and it was over.

He couldn’t look at you straight in the eyes for a week. Not until he kissed you for real when he appeared in your room telling you how that wasn’t a real kiss.

Good kisser, i wouldn’t say the best but he understands what he should do.

Keeps his hands in the back of your head. Also he moves a lot but it’s ok.

Kirishima Ejiro:

He definitely knows how to kiss.

Asks your if you are sure and wants to make sure you are comfortable with everything he does.

He would prefer to have you on his lap so he can have more access to your body.

He bites.

Innocent kisses turns into make out sessions and Mr. Aizawa gets a little annoyed when you both show up late and hair a little messy.

He also likes to give you quick kisses on your nose when he has to run somewhere but doesn’t want to leave you without a little something.

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