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forgivenesslost · 11 months

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Kaminari Denki is our fav lil himbo

He is literally up for anything.

Surprise hugs and kisses just because he can.

Will test the waters of who you are before you’re in a relationship. Purposefully say controversial things or suggest weird shit to see how open-minded or spontaneous you are.

Chaotic good.

Just a literal bundle of well-meaning chaos who is easily influenced.

Super extroverted.

—Kaminari Denki HC

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katsukidynam1ght · 1 year

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chapter 25 babeyyy how y'all doing tonight

i'm abt to end the semester with an A in every fucking class so i'm doing pretty damn good myself 😎 I FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO AN EMOJI ON MY LAPTOP OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MAN

i'm going to start tagging those of you who i know you're on here and i know you're reading it too just because i love being annoying (this is a joke i don't want to be annoying so if you don't want me to tag you tell me i just wanna experience the joy of tagging people)

@kamiiin @agenderlessmatter @mooingandmooning @nielution @taconate @wintosavesavetowin

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uravichii · 1 year

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pov: you're drop-dead gorgeous (and they don't know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.

"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."

his only response is: "fuck off."

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."

"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"

and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."

he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."

"forgive them for what?"

he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."

bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."

shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.

he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.

when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."

he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youー hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.

it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.

he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.

"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"

he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.

"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"

"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."

what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'

he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.

"something happened?ー" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.

it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like 😦💘‼️‼️‼️

"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"

"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."

"really?"

"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."

remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.

he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.

he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."

and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud 🤕, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."

he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"

kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. 🧍‍♀️ (denki's effect)

and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?

"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.

"denkiー"

"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."

there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it 😔

"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."

"aww, thank yー hol' up." 🤨

he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"

kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.

you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding 😩 you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.

shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.

todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.

he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings ☹️ because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!

"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.

"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."

and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindー y/n is an angel.

todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"

he also has a photo of his point of view from when he had his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.

"shouto, that's just my chin."

he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."

you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?

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tootiecakes234 · 3 months

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Katsuki’s POV:

I fucking hate myself. I was never supposed to become this type of sick idiot.

But here I am, across the room staring at her because she’s laughing, and it’s one of those full body laughs. She’s not trying to cover her face or stifle it at all. Sometimes she gets self conscious about her laugh being too weird or too loud but she couldn’t give two fucks about that right now and I physically cant tear my eyes away from her.

I’m aware that Eijirou is talking to me, but I’m not hearing anything he’s saying. It’s not until Denki’s face pops up in my line of vision that I finally snap out of what ever fucking trance the temptress had put on me.

“Baku-bro you should really close your mouth before something flies in it.” Denki says with a goofy grin on his face.

“Yea well, you should close your mouth before I shove my fist in it dumbass.”

“Hey, leave him alone. He’s in love.” And Eiji bumps his shoulder up against me. “It’s super manly.”

“Do you idiots ever shut up and mind your business?” I shout because I hate being called out about her. I swear I’m trying my best to not follow her around like a lost puppy but all that does is have me tracking her around with me eyes like a goddamn stalker.

“Dude, no one is saying it’s a bad thing. She’s super hot. Sometimes you can’t help but stare at her.” Denki says with a smirk on his face. He’s goading me. “ but you know what’s better than staring… touching. I might just run over and give her a big old hu- woah dude. I’m kidding calm down.”

My hands grabbing the front of his shirt and I can feel the sparks about to start flying from my hand. Then I feel a soft hand on my forearm and the effect she has on me is immediate.

I cut my eyes over and catch her smiling at me and just like that the sparks stop because I’ll be damned if I ever do anything that might end up hurting her.

“Kats… what have we said about hurting our friends….. they may be stupid but that doesn’t give us a right to kick their asses right???” She’s speaking slowly like she’s trying to talk down a jumper.

“Yea Kats. Don’t beat up your friends.” Denki’s smug voice caused my hand with his shirt to clench a little tighter.

“Denki dude. You’ve gotta cut it out before he murders you.” Eiji says that like he’s trying to help but the asshole is also snickering.

Then the hand on my forearm slides up my arm, across my chest and ends up wrapping around my neck and that’s it. She’s got me.

“Come on bub. I’m hungry, let’s go get food. Leave the evil men to cause chaos amongst themselves.” Then she’s pulling me away and all I can do is follow.

I turn my head quick tho and shout, “watch your back dunts face. I still owe you an ass whoopin!”

“Yea yea lover boy.” And his friends chuckle behind him.

And that’s what i am now isn’t it? It’s what she’s turned me into. A man so deep in fucking love that all she had to do was say the word and I’d fall to my fucking knees for her.

This shit is so embarrassing🙄

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julsvu · 20 days

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heyy u take reqs for mha, right? if so, can i request for a monoma x gen neutral reader? reader's in class 1A and is close with all their classmates, but is secretly dating monoma. it's basically the trope 'enemies in public, but lovers in private' but class 1A and class 1B end up finding out about their relationship and lose their minds LMAO

gn! reader

💬: tysm for requesting!! this was so fun to write HSSIDI hope you enjoy !! <33

📒: crack fic kind of??, swearing, written in 2nd pov, monoma is the leader of the sassy man apocalypse, headcanons + a oneshot under the cut :>

being neito monoma's secret lover hcs

during the school festival, neito literally suggested for his class to do a plot where two people would play as secret lovers from different kingdoms that hated each other (he was projecting TEWW MUCH)

one time class 1B was playing truth or dare and he got asked if he was single or not, and this mf said: "my partner goes to a different school! 🙄🙄🙄" bc he couldn't think of any other lie

obviously, everyone poked fun at him

"monoma, y'know being single isn't embarrassing, right..?"

"you can tell us the truth, y'know.."

i feel like kendo probably suspected it at one point

since she saw the way monoma kept investigating your classmates about the villain attacks (as a way of finding out if you're okay or not)

and because his insults towards you was like..so much more detailed compared to your other classmates?? like bro knew EVERY little detail about you, even the details that no one in class 1A knew

she brushed it off though, cause you and neito always argued — there was no way, right? (yes, there was a way)

he claims that class 1A "shines" too much because of you (as a way of hiding the fact that you're the one who he actually pays attention to)

when he approaches class 1A to make fun of them, he actually does it so he can see you (when he sees that you aren't with them, he just scoffs after insulting them, and walks away) (born from the sassy man apocalypse)

your classmates.. i think some of them def knew that you were dating someone, but NOBODY could predict the fact that you'd be dating neito, class 1A's biggest hater, some of your classmates were like "🤨 is this a betrayal or.." 😭😭 goes the same for class 1B, because as said earlier, his insults toward you were so much more..detailed, they thought he hated you more than the others ☠️☠️

they found out when they caught you both dancing together during a U.A high school party

"MY JAW.. WHERE'S MY JAW?" - denki when he found out (one second away from going into his "yay mode")

and u have mina in the corner saying that it's like one of those dramatic secret relationship fanfics (which in this case, it is)

for as long as neito monoma remembered, his heart was full of you. almost like the honey of a beehive, slowly overflowing and dropping to the floor. although, he swears that you're sweeter than honey itself. or, at least, that's how it felt. it started with small, short glances, secret hangouts at a small cafe, texting every day, training with each other, bittersweet confessions, and secret good-luck kisses.

but, for as long as class 1B and class 1A (excluding you) knew, neito and you were enemies, rivals, foes, maybe even nemeses. there was only so much your schoolmates could know, though. U.A's rigid course aided you and your boyfriend in keeping your relationship under warp, people failed to notice the longing stare the blond boy would hold whenever he saw you training with what he described to be "tetsutetsu's twin" from class 1A, the slight tone of pride whenever you'd counter an insult of his with your own words, acting like it wasn't your love language reserved for only each other; sneaking away from your respective dorms to meet each other in the ungodly hours of the night, exchanging sweetened words.

you waited on the bus with your classmates, the vehicle bustling with excited conversations; mina and the girls fangirling over each other's outfits, kaminari asking the "are we there yet?" question every five minutes, iida struggling to keep your classmates quiet, and so on. as you fixed your appearance slightly, you checked the time on your watch, reading that it was now 8:00 PM. however, a certain blond texted you, interrupting your moment of silence.

"darling, we have arrived at the venue. where are you?" monoma texts, with a stunning picture of the venue sent under his text. the dim fairy lights hung around the place, the food table with a chocolate fountain and appetizers, and the chandelier that would highlight the bodies of the people dancing.

just as you finished reading his message, you heard your homeroom teacher state that you guys had arrived. almost immediately, everyone cheered, giggling, and rushed out of the bus, exploring the venue after a few reminders from Mr. Aizawa to not get lost, and to behave. you dusted off your clothing, as you looked around for your boyfriend, neito, before you finally messaged him back.

"i'm at the entrance, neito," and not even five minutes later, you heard the only voice that could make your chest feel warm. neito's.

"hey, pretty," you greet, sending him an awkward wink.

he scoffs, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. "hello yourself, sweetheart."

"shall we dance?" he asks, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. you give him a nod, as well as a chuckle. he had the tendency to make things as "theatrical" as possible. you were reminded of the time when you guys reenacted an old classical dance on a random rooftop, with no one else around.

a few moments later, the U.A high school party was in full swing, the pulsating beat of the music reverberating through the crowded gymnasium. amidst the sea of bodies, you and your blond boyfriend were drowning in the rhythm, dancing together in the dim atmosphere.

however, the dim atmosphere wasn't enough to hide you and your boyfriend, as well as your secret relationship.

kaminari spat out his drink from a few meters away. he, and mina were hanging out in the food table. "is that (name) and monoma?! the guy that hates us all?!" his jaw drops right after his statement, as he nudged the pink-haired girl beside him. the girl's eyes widen, before she squeals happily, "it's like a forbidden romance! eek!"

in the other side, there was tetsutetsu and kirishima. "yo, that's monoma/(name), your classmate!" they said to each other at the same time, and same speed.

you and neito exchanged a knowing glance, overhearing your classmates' reactions.

"monoma, did you force (name) to dance with you?!" kendo exclaimed, looking at her classmate with furrowed brows, and holding empathy for you. your laugh started off as small snickers, and then to a full-blown laugh, as you fell to your knees, giggling and holding your stomach. in the background was your boyfriend explaining, waving his hands as if to defend himself.

"you and monoma?" mina asks with a grin, behind her, were your classmates, who stopped to hear your answer. flies were about to fly into their mouths, at this rate.

"me and monoma," you replied, chuckling at the whole ordeal.

the situation made the night more entertaining than ever.

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nights-legacy · 3 months

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What Agreement?! - Bakugou x Reader

Main Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

I hope you like this!

Requested by @simply-trash5

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+ You and Bakugou had been close ever since 1st year. After graduation, you two stayed close. From working at the same agency to being with each other's go for almost everything. Save for the few things he only shares with Deku and Kirishima. You thought from how personal and soft he sometimes acted with you, that he shared your feelings for him.

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Y/N's POV

I sighed as the train ride seemed to take forever. I could hear the whispers and clicks of people's phones from both sides of me. I ignored it, having got used to it over the past couple of years. Finally the train made it to the station and I quickly got off while dialing my phone.

"Hello?" Mina chirped on the other end.

"Hey Mina. Sorry I'm late. I'm just a few blocks away so I'll be there in a few minutes.

"Great! I was starting to wonder. But Y/N, to have is something you should know. Kat..." The sound of some fangirls coming towards me caught my attention.

"Damn. I thought they were going to leave me alone. You'll have to tell me later Mina. I'll be there in a few minutes." I hung up the phone.

After about 10 minutes, I was able to slip away to get to the party. I walked a few blocks to the restaurant. I was greeted first by Sero outside who was out for a smoke. I found Mina next who as soon as she saw me, she looked panicked a bit.

"What's wrong Mina? You look like you've seen the worst thing in the world." I chuckled. "Where's Bakugou? You mentioned him."

"Not the worst for me but for you maybe." I gave her an amused but curious look.

"Okay now you have to tell me." We walked into the actual room for our party.

"Well let's just say, um... Katsuki..." I listened to her until Katsuki's voice caught my attention. I quickly zeroed in on him, only for my stomach to drop by what I saw. Katsuki was standing across the room next to Kirishima. Kirishima wasn't the deal, it was Katsuki's arm around some girl I've never seen before, shoulders. "Yeah that."

"He has a... date?"

"Yeah. I tried to warn you on the phone. I'm sorry."

"I, um... That's fine." I stuttered.

"Y/N?" Katsuki looked over at that moment and saw me. He waved me over.

"I'll talk to you later, Mina." I walked over to the three standing there. Kirishima and I swapped greetings before he gave me a sympathetic smile and walked away.

"Y/N. This is Maya. My girlfriend. Maya, this my best friend Y/N."

"Nice to meet you." I shook her hand. "Wow Kats. A girlfriend. I had no idea."

"Yeah. We wanted to keep it on the down low from everyone until we got more comfortable With each other."

"Oh that makes sense. Especially with our crazy friend group." I forced a chuckle. Plus, to prove my point Denki screamed something across the room before the lights flickered.

"Spark plug..." Kat muttered. Maya giggled and set her hand on Kat's chest. My throat closed off at seeing how close they were. Kat still didn't like us touching him outside a high five, a shoulder touch, or back slap even after all these years.

"Well, I'm going to greet a few of the others. It was nice meeting you Maya."

"It was nice meeting you too!" She said sweetly. I smiled and walked away. I could feel my eyes stinging as I walked towards a blurring figure with purple hair.

"Hey there Stormy." Shinso greeted me softly. I wiped my eyes. I looked up and he gave me a sad smile.

"Hi." I greeted.

"Come here." He held out his arm. I settled into his side and he hugged me tight. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It was bound to happen."

"Yeah. But we all thought it would be with you." He said softly. "Rooting for it actually."

"Yeah. Sorry to disappoint."

As the weeks went by, Kat invited me out to hang with him in Maya. I went most of the time but eventually I started to distance myself from him. Kats kept calling to hang out but I made every excuse to say no. I even started to pair up more with other heroes for shifts.

"Okay. I'm heading out for the day." I said as I packed up my stuff. I stood up from my desk and grabbed my bag.

"See ya later." Sero said while saving over his shoulder. "Oh by the way. Katsuki is getting real antsy about why you've been avoiding him."

"I haven't been avoiding him. I've been avoiding ... them, together." I admitted. He sighed and turned to me.

"Y/N, babe. I know seeing him with someone hurt but he is still my best friend. You keep acting like this, you're going to hurt him."

"I know." I plopped down in my chair. "It just hurts seeing the man I'm in love with with someone else. I mean it was bound to happen but I didn't think... I mean, Kat never showed interest in dating much, ever."

"I know. It took us all by surprise. Even Deku."

"I just can't stand the sight of them being all lovey. It's like a knife to the heart thrice times over."

"Um... Y/N."

"And I'm so in love with him that I don't know if I can get past this."

"Y/N..."

"I can't help but love him, Sero." I said before looking up at him. He looked a little pale and gave me an apologetic smile. I gave him a confused look.

"You what?!" A familiar voice snapped from my right. I quickly looked to see Kat standing there with a confused glare.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" I panicked, looking at Sero.

"I tried!" I looked back at Kat and he stood there with his cams crossed.

"Kat."

"Explain." He said in a condescending tone. The tone made me a little upset. And hurt. I looked away and got up.

"I'm leaving." I walked towards the elevator.

"Oh no you don't." He snapped and followed. I rolled my eyes and covered him in fog so he couldn't follow.

Later that night, I was sitting on my couch watching some TV. There was a familiar knock on the door that made me freeze up. I looked at the foyer before getting up. I walked to the door and opened it.

"Really? Fog?" He said unimpressed.

"Worked didn't it." I said. He rolled my eyes. I went to close the door.

"Wait!" He put a hand on the door keeping it open.

"Kat, I can't do this right now."

"Y/N. Please let me in. We need to talk." He said quietly, trying to hide the fact that he was pleading.

"I don't want to." I started to close the door again.

"It wasn't real!" He shouted, panicked. I paused and reopened the door.

"What wasn't real?" He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. I finally noticed how disheveled he looked, like he had gotten dressed in a flurry and his hair was entirely out of place.

"The relationship with Maya." He said. I was silent for a minute.

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed. He bit his lip. "Get in here!"

"Okay." He stepped in and kicked off his shoes. We walked in farther.

"Explain!" I snapped.

"Maya and I made this little agreement."

"Agreement?"

"Yeah um."

"So you lied to everyone?" I said in disbelief

"Well, yeah." He said. "But..."

"Katsuki!" I scoffed. I was pissed at him. "Why would you do this?! This isn't like you. You don't lie!"

"I know but..." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I just can't believe you would do this and..."

"Will you just listen to me?" He snapped. I looked at him only half surprised.

"Yeah, yeah." I nodded. He sat down.

"I did it because I thought it would make you jealous and if you had feelings for me, you would speak up or do something. When you didn't I figured you didn't have feelings for me." He sighed heavily and sat back on the couch. "But then I heard you today."

"Shit. Right." I muttered and hugged myself.

"Maya agreed to help me and I shouldn't have done it but I did. It hurt us both in the end." He let his head fall into his hands. I had never seen him act like this, so it must really be bothering him. I sat down next to him. "I nearly caused myself to nearly lose another best friend. Again."

"You haven't lost me." I said softly. He looked over at me.

"I haven't?" I could see the doubt hidden in his eyes.

"No. I wasn't going to leave you. I just needed time to get past the fact you were with someone else. As you probably heard me say to Sero, I'm in love with you and it hurt to see you with Maya." I admitted. "I had to face it sooner or later but I wasn't going anywhere."

"Oh. Good." We sat there in an awkward silence. I was looking down at my lap. "Hey, look at me."

"What?" I looked up at him. He took a big breath. Cupping my chin, he moved in closer.

"Tell me to stop and we can go back to being friends." He said. There was a beat of silence before I pulled him in the rest of the way by his shirt. The kiss was the complete opposite then you would think coming from Bakugou Katsuki. It was sweet and longing when I thought it would be, well rough and hard.

"We are not going back to being just friends." I said when I pulled away. He chuckled and slithered his arms around my hips, pulling me close. He pulled me into another more passionate kiss.

"Fuck no." He said breathlessly.

"I think we need to thank Maya majorly. We owe her big time." I chucked.

"Oh she benefited from the arrangement too." I lifted an eyebrow in confusion and curiosity.

"How so?"

"She was trying to make the girl she likes jealous too. Except, it worked in her favor." He huffed and did his trademark Bakugou pout. I giggled. I looked up at the clock.

"Okay come on." I stood up, holding out my hand. He gave me a bitch face but took my hand anyway.

"What?"

"We're going out for something to eat." I pulled him up. "And you're paying."

"Fine but I get to pick the place." He smirked.

"Fine by me."

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𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝙴𝚒𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚞 - 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft Sharing w Tetsutetsu+Spit Roasting; ft ABO, cunnilingus, nipple play, belly bulge, creampie, throat pie; ft Bakusquad, honorary Shinsou + Tetsutetsu(O!Kat, A!Hanta, B!Denki, O!Mina, A!Toshi, A!Tetsu + Pack Alpha!Kiri+Honored Alpha!Tetsu)

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 5,476

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes polyamory and underage(17), 1st Person POV, Two(2) uses of Y/n

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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“Happy birthday, my sweet Alphas,” I whispered into their ears as I leaned in between them from behind the couch. I quickly turned my head back and forth to give them both quick, hard kisses on their cheeks. Simultaneously, as they seem to do with everything, they both turned their heads to me and beamed.

“Thank you, baby,” Eijirou said back quietly, pressing a sweet kiss to my own cheek.

“Thanks, babe!” Tetsu called out, though he was sure to not yell in my ear by leaning back just slightly and tilting his head just enough back. He leaned forward quickly and planted a returning wet kiss on my other cheek. I giggled at my Alphas and put my arms around both their necks to pull them into a sort-of-hug.

Once I had them both pulled into me, they took deep breaths as their faces were almost right against my scent glands. When I felt them nestle closer into my neck and take appreciative whiffs of my scent I felt pride and happiness encompass my whole being as well as a bit of arousal. My Alphas both opened their mouths and pressed hot licks over my scent glands and each sucked, clearly aiming to give me matching hickeys.

I moaned out at the feeling, catching everyone’s attention.

“Jesus fuck you two! Couldn’t even wait until it was actually time to open your goddamn presents?” Katsuki cried out upon seeing Ei and Tetsu ravishing my scent glands.

“Mmm… Would take too long..” Tetsu said against my neck, barely having the willpower to actually pull away.

“Mmmmffuck..” Ei groaned, though not from pure arousal like I would have expected, more out of reluctance, “he’s right…” He grumbled, dragging himself away from my red, wet, and swollen scent gland, “I mean they did organize this party all for us..” He reasoned, leaning to the side to make eye contact with our boyfriend.

“Dammit…” Tetsu grumbled and pulled away with one last lick to my gland, “I hate it when you’re right…” My silver-haired Alpha pressed a quick kiss to my cheek before beckoning me to hop over the couch and sit in his lap. I happily agreed and hopped over the back, careful not to kick anyone, and landed with a ‘plop’ in his lap. Ei was quick to pull my legs across his lap and gently stroked over my thigh, not in a way to get me going, but simply to appreciate having both his mates with him, having his other arm swung over Tetsu’s shoulders.

Katsuki rolled his eyes at the show of affection even though he was literally curled up in his own Alpha’s lap. Hanta huffed in amusement at his testy Omega’s clear hypocrisy. On the couch adjacent to them, Mina and Denki didn’t hold back their fit of giggles and jokingly clung to their Alpha “for protection” when he turned and snarled at them. Hitoshi simply rolled his eyes affectionately at his mates and made eye contact with Hanta where they shared tight-lipped grins of amusement to hold back their laughter.

Hanta then simply leaned down and nuzzled his nose into his blonde’s (shockingly soft) hair and placed a kiss on his head. The Omega was immediately tamed and simply pouted as he “resigned himself” to curling further into his Alpha’s hold. Both my Alphas and I had to physically stop our laughs from bursting out lest we face his wrath.

As I stayed trapped seated across Tetsu and Ei’s lap, the party commenced. The scent of joy, happiness, and love was filling the air and I could just about feel drunk on it all. Finally, after Katsuki smashed cake into both their faces, it was time for presents.

With a single glare from the feisty Omega, both my Alphas knew they’d get a severe tongue-lashing if they decided to open me first. Chuckling at their obedience, even when Ei is literally Pack Alpha and Kats is an Omega, I shifted myself off of Tetsu’s lap to sit between my boys. I playfully rolled my eyes at their whines and soothed them each with a kiss and then chuckled at their twin purrs of satisfaction.

Denki excitedly jumped up and ran to the gift table(which Katsuki cleverly made sure was a rollie table) and dragged it to the birthday boys.

“Open mine first, okay?” He giggled as he ran back to Mina and Hitoshi and landed with a ‘plop’ in Mina’s awaiting arms where she leaned into Hitoshi’s chest.

“Well, I guess we have to. It’s birthday law,” Ei stated in a serious voice, earning an equally serious nod from Tetsu who was doing a spectacular job of not laughing. He didn’t even crack a smile, much to my amusement. Ei stood up to look over the table of gifts to locate Denki’s, predictably wrapped, gifts. When he found the gold-with-black-lightening-bolts wrapped boxes, he grabbed them and fell back into his seat. He checked the labels before handing the correct one to Tetsu, though judging from Mina’s barely-stifled laugh, it likely didn’t matter who got which.

That seemed to be correct when they shredded off the paper to reveal matching Shark Onesies. I was already holding back a laugh at the gifts themselves but when they each practically gasped all the air out of the room in tandem, I had to actually hold my fist in front of my lips to stop the laughs that threatened to burst.

“Babe!! Look!!” Both of my boyfriends called, each turning their gift to show me and that was the final straw. I let out my laughs as I nodded at them to signal I approve of the gifts. Neither seemed to mind my wheezing as they simply turned the boxes to show each other and then let out a yell of excitement at seeing they could match.

“Thank fuck there’s only two…” I muttered under my breath but it seemed Denki had developed super hearing in the last few minutes because he struggled to slip from Mina’s grasp to stand.

“Oh! Don’t you worry, my dear Y/n! We can’t leave you feeling excluded, now can we?” He asked rhetorically and strutted to the coffee table in the middle of the room. I watched in horror as he bent down and revealed a box with his signature wrapping paper hidden on the bottom. Dramatically, with an evil smirk planted on his face, he walked to the three of us.

“Birthday boys, may I present my last present to you,” Denki bowed with a flourish and presented the gift like a squire to a king.

“You didn’t…” I all but begged.

“Oh, but I did.” The blonde smirked once again and Ei took the box, looking confused. The tag read that it was a gift for both him and Tetsu, which only seemed to confuse him more. Tetsu seemed to have caught on as he was staring at the present with stars in his eyes like he was waiting for it to be a puppy.

“Eijirou!!” He cheered, startling the redhead from the sudden cry, “Open it!!!” Tetsu cried with an excited grin splitting across his face.

“Okay, okay!” He replied and tore into the wrapping. Much to my horror it was exactly what I feared. A third, matching Shark Onesie for Omega statures. Another excited gasp left him as Ei looked at the outfit he would absolutely make me wear every time we sleep together.

“God dammit..” I whimpered.

After that fiasco, I was able to get the boys to move on to their other gifts. Most of them, predictably, were Shark themed.

“Now... Time for our final gift..” Ei growled out after the excitement had settled.

“I thought we’d never get to it..” Tetsu growled out with a matching smirk to the Pack Alpha.

Katsuki rolled his eyes at their eagerness but didn’t say anything to stop them. From there, Ei and Tetsu both slid their hands over my thighs and in between them, working together to pull my legs apart. Ei brought his hand directly to the crotch of my leggings and began rubbing along the seam, drawing a sigh of pleasure from my lips. Tetsu stayed rubbing high up on my inner thigh, adding to my pleasure by leaning down and laving his tongue over my scent gland and sucking on it.

I leaned my head back and let out a groan at the dual sensations. As both my Alphas pleasured me, I brought my hands down between their legs and began massaging their bulges simultaneously. I felt Tetsu groan against my neck and bite down playfully and heard Ei growl dominantly, catching my attention.

Moving my head to look directly at him, he gave an almost feral smirk as he moved to mash our lips together in a heated kiss. Our tongues curled around each other and he sucked on mine before turning his head to deepen the kiss. It felt like his tongue was nearly down my throat as he started more vigorous movements with his fingers.

The movements against my pussy and on my scent gland dragged a moan from me, muffled by Ei’s mouth still devouring mine. A stifled groan from the couch across from us brought us back to reality, if only for a moment. Ei removed himself from my lips and instead kissed his way down my jaw and to my other scent gland. It left me facing forward and as I opened my heavily lidded eyes, I saw all the eyes watching us intently.

I wasn’t surprised in the slightest, no, it was normal for a Pack to watch their Alpha breed their Omega, it was an honour to get to witness such an intimate act between their leader and the mate they have chosen. In this case, getting to watch their Pack Alpha and his Alpha Mate enjoy The Alpha’s Mate was an even greater honour. It was exceedingly rare for a Pack Alpha to take an Alpha as a Mate, even moreso for The Alpha to have them as one of two Mates.

Getting to witness something so rare is almost like being blessed by Kami themselves.

Still, with all their eyes trained intently on us, I could see Hitoshi sliding his hands down to rub between Denki’s legs, who had shifted to his lap at some point. Sending a glance to the adjacent couch, Hanta already had his hands under Katsuki’s clothes. From the scent he was putting out, it seemed like he was already knuckles deep in Katsuki’s cunt with his other hand headily groping at his chest.

Seeing them getting off to watching their Pack Alpha and The Alpha Mate preparing to breed their Omega made me slick up my panties. Ei smelled this and removed himself from my neck to give me a sultry smile. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from keening at the sight. He removed his hand and gently slid Tetsu’s off my thigh.

“Babe, you wanna help me here?” He spoke up to Tetsu who reluctantly moved back from my neck to see what Ei was referring to. Seeing him reaching for the waistband of my leggings he grinned excitedly and quickly nodded his head.

“Oh, abso-fucking-lutely.” I chuckled at his excitement and lifted my hips to let my Alpha shimmy my pants off. As soon as my leggings were entirely off, everyone inhaled deeply, earning a smirk at the rest of the pack’s instinctive reaction. Ei got down on his knees between my own and pulled me to the edge of the large couch.

“Get behind her, yea?” Ei said, tearing his eyes away from my soaked panties. Tetsu readily obeyed and shifted to sit behind me, gently guiding me to lay back against his chest. Just before I was fully pressed against his hard chest, he lifted my top off my body and made quick work of my bra to expose my chest.

“Oh, I missed these beauties…” He groaned out happily and ran his hands from my middle up to cup my breasts.

“You saw them this morning,” I chuckled through a breathy moan, amusement meeting arousal in my scent.

“Yea and that was so many hours ago..!” My silver-haired Alpha said dramatically as he gently squeezed. I was so distracted by Tetsu’s actions and words that I hadn’t realized Ei’s hands had wandered to my panties’ elastic. As he started to shimmy the fabric under my ass, I looked back down at him and happily lifted my hips to help him in his quest.

He sent a grateful smile at me before pulling my hips more forward and set a long, slow lick over my heat, still making eye contact. I shiver at the feeling and lean back farther into Tetsu. I relish in the feeling of Ei’s tongue against my wet heat and Tetsu’s hands grasping my tits, now toying with my nipples between his thumb and index fingers. The amusement faded and I was mostly left with arousal clouding my scent, which Tetsu seemed to enjoy the most from his position.

Once Eijirou’s patience ran out, he closed his eyes and simply reveled in my taste and began to eat me out in earnest. The sudden assault made my back arch and my head was thrown back on Tetsu’s shoulder. The position gave him the perfect angle to access my scent gland. He didn’t waste a second and began to headily suck and nip at my gland, laving over his Claim.

“Fuck..! Eiji! Tetsu!!” I cried out, one hand flying up to grab at silver hair and the other flying down to grasp at red. I felt my first orgasm coming soon, the dual sensations working together. “Fuckfuckfuck- I’m gonna-!” I cut myself off with a loud cry as my juices filled Eiji’s mouth, just as Tetsu’s hands firmly squeezed at my chest, lightly tugging on my pebbled nubs.

“Fucking delicious, Omega. As always…” Ei panted as he pulled himself from between my thighs, his chin and mouth glistening with my essence. The sight filled my scent with pride that those were my juices running down his face. The Pack Alpha’s face.

“Lemme get a taste, Alpha,” Tetsu asked, removing himself from being buried in my neck.

“‘Course. C’mere, babe.” He smirked as he leaned over my shoulder, the only clue he recognized my existence being his hand gripping possessively on my waist. I let out a pleasured sigh while I relaxed against Tetsu as I listened to the sounds of my Alphas wetly making out and groaning at my taste.

“Fuck, you taste so damn good, sweetheart…” Tetsu breathed to me against Ei’s lips, releasing arousal, satisfaction, and joy in his musky, dominating scent.

“Mmm, you taste even better.” I quipped, turning my head to nip at his scent gland, earning a small playful and pleased growl.

“You wanna test that, ‘Mega?” He growled into my ear and positioned us both so he could lick into my mouth with a heated kiss.

“Fuck, please..” I whimpered out, sending a pleading glance at Ei, who wore a smirk and gave a silent nod of approval at the plan, his dominant scent intensifying with heavy arousal, pride, and confidence.

“Damn…” I heard Hanta whisper out in heated anticipation of watching me get spit roasted by the Pack Alpha and The Alpha Mate. Sending a quick, practically fleeting, glance at them, I saw the envy in Katsuki’s eyes of being the Omega of a Pack Alpha. Lust soon clouded over it as Hanta moved his other hand into his pants to give Katsuki’s little Omega cock some attention.

We repositioned ourselves on the couch so that Tetsu was sitting in a comfortable position on one end, one foot planted against the back, his knee bent up. His other foot was planted on the floor beside the couch, my Alphas’ clothes nowhere in sight, letting his cock rest freely against his toned stomach. Ei was planted at the other end, kneeling with one leg on the couch with the other planted on the floor to stabilize him. I rested in between them, my back arched to present my dripping cunt to the Pack Alpha, My Alpha, and my chest pressed against the cushions, one arm wrapped comfortably around Tetsu’s bent leg.

“Ready whenever you are, Alpha,” Tetsu said, looking directly at our Alpha. His hand was stroking my hair but made no movement to guide me to his length, obediently awaiting the go-ahead, making sure to reduce how much of his scent and pheromones he released to show his submission to The Alpha.

“Wait until I bottom out.” Alpha’s voice came out calm, steady, and kind, though there was no mistaking that his statement was a command. Tetsu gave a silent nod and looked down at me with comforting eyes as he knew that no matter how many times I take him nor how much prep I get, Ei’s cock always seems to stretch me with how huge he is, even without his knot. While still not overpowering any of Alpha’s scent, he pumped out calming pheromones to make the process easier.

“Ready, Y/n?” Ei asked sincerely, stroking over my spine soothingly.

“I am, Alpha,” I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder with a smile, when I still saw his slightly unsure look, I continued, “I am. Eijirou.” With a comforting smile and his given name, he seemed to be put at ease. He released calming and loving pheromones in his scent and circled his thumb lightly with the hand still on my hip.

With a nod, he guided the head of his cock to my entrance. I mewled at the feel of his tip dragging through my folds and a wanton noise left me when I felt him breach me. He let loose a groan at my warmth and gripped both my hips tighter. Steadying himself, he slowly inched inside me, stopping every few to make sure I was okay. Finally, as he was about halfway in I started feeling the slight sting of the stretch.

I let my head fall forward against Tetsu’s thigh and tightened my grin against the other one, grounding myself in preparation for the slight burn that would follow. The burn did show up but it was, luckily, easier than usual and I was able to take all of him much sooner. No doubt, the combination of their calming and comforting scents assisted with such.

“Eijiii~!“ I moaned out when I felt his hips flush against mine.

“Fuuuck, baby… So fuckin’ tight… Tetsu.” He said my other Alpha’s name and used it as a signal to proceed. Lifting my head slightly, Tetsu brought me back to Earth and I smiled up at him before reaching my free hand to his hard dick.

Even just my hand had him groaning in pleasure and I earned a full moan when I slipped his tip into my mouth. Lapping at his head and tipping into his slit, I moaned at the taste of him.

“I was right,” I giggled as I released him with a ‘pop’, moving to lick him from base to tip, “you do taste better.” I stated before enveloping him fully, already feeling him at the back of my throat. I pumped the inches I couldn’t fit yet and looked up to catch his eyes as he stared down at me, still stroking my hair. A shuttered breath escaped from, what sounded like, Toshi, paired with a quiet, whiny moan from Mina, likely with her Alpha’s hand between her legs.

As I took Tetsu and began to bob my head, Eijirou began to move his hips. He slid out until only his tip was left, then waited until I brought my head up to Tetsu’s tip. Then he slammed into me, the momentum forcing me to take Tetsu’s cock all the way to the hilt. My nose was pushed into the silver hair at his base and with my eyes wide in shock, all I could see was his toned stomach with the silver happy trail leading to his navel.

Feeling so full from both ends, I let out a groan of pleasure as I tried to steady my breathing through my nose. Tetsu’s hand in my hair gripped tightly at the vibrations I sent down his length. Gently, he guided my head back up his shaft just as Eiji began pulling his hips back again.

Quickly, we found a rhythm with both my Alphas moving in and out of me in tandem. As Eijirou rocked into me, he would push me down on Tetsu’s cock. The knowledge of the pack watching us like something to be revered and the feeling of their eyes made my body light up with invigoration. I made sure to bob my head whenever I could to make the blowjob I was giving even messier, letting loose lewd sounds of slurping and muffled moans.

Each drag of his cock on my inner walls felt like Heaven itself as I swallowed down Tetsu again and again. My spine was starting to ache slightly at the position of being so arched so low with the added pressure of Eiji jackhammering into my wet cunt. The ache was wholly welcomed, though, as it was all for my Alphas and the pleasure they gave me was more than worth it.

The arm I had wrapped around Tetsu’s thigh tightened before I started moving it. I shifted to allow myself to reach and plant my hand at the base of him, framing his perfect cock. Moving my other hand I previously had set at his base, I moved to fondle his balls as I continued to vigorously suck. I could never get tired of his taste.

The taste of his cock on my tongue was salty, musky, and just the slightest bit metallic even when he didn’t have his quirk activated. It was one of my favorite tastes in the world, only being beat by the taste of his cum flooding my mouth. And that was only beat once more by the taste of both my Alphas cum mixing on my tongue.

As Tetsu ran his fingers through my hair once again, Ei never once let up on his thrusts. If anything, it seemed like he added new vigor to his movements. Likely, he caught the eyes of at least one of our spectators and decided to up the ante of our little display. It felt like if he went any harder he would surely bruise my ass and thighs and I wouldn’t be able to sit for the next 3 weeks at least. But that didn’t matter to me. Not in the slightest. No, with my Alphas filling me, all that mattered was them.

My moans rang out as much as they could with Tetsu’s thick, hard cock in my mouth but that seemed to be even better for him. The vibrations shot down his girth and only added to the pleasure I was giving. All with my mouth bobbing up and down on him and his breaching my throat, added with the moans I was sending down his dick, then even more with my hand massaging his balls, he was nearly blissed out.

“F-fuck, babe- A-Alpha,” Tetsu seemed to correct himself instinctually, even if he knows that Ei wouldn’t punish him for not using his title, “make- ahh, make sure not to p-push her down too far now… I-I ughh- I can feel my knot about to- haah- about to form..” He got out through groans and sighs of pleasure as he felt his tip breach my throat each time Ei sent me down.

“Shit.. Me too, oooh fuuck, baby. Oh, Kami, you feel so fucking good.” Ei moaned out, still hammering my insides. Ei didn’t quite let up on his thrusts but he did make them more precise, gripping my hips harder to control just how much his momentum sent me forward. As my head was forced down on Tetsu’s shaft, I could feel the beginning of his knot press against my lips when I almost reached the base.

With Ei’s thrusts getting harder again, I could feel his knot all too clearly and I knew he was close. His control was slipping and I was being sent further down on Tetsu’s cock then he intended but I was able to counteract him just enough. I set both my hands beside the base of his cock as a way to keep myself just enough away from the base that he wouldn’t accidentally knot my mouth. Kami knows how dangerous that could be given just how huge he already is without it.

Speaking of huge, every time I felt Ei’s knot start to catch on my hole, I could feel little bits of pain from even more stretch. I took it with stride, though, letting my blowjob get sloppier again, squelching noises from both ends filling the room. Our three scents combined and filled nearly the entire space. The Pack all made sure to not let any of their scent leak out so as to not interfere with us, though, even if they had, our scents, more specifically Ei and Tetsu’s scents would have easily overpowered them.

Finally, when it was clear that my hole wouldn’t be able to let his growing knot leave if he popped inside me, Ei shallowed his thrusts. He only went in enough to keep only his knot out until it was fully formed. Tetsu’s knot was nearing full inflation so I needed to be more careful of the sensations I give him as we didn’t want him cumming too early. Moreso, we didn’t want him to accidentally cum before Ei.

Until I felt Ei’s full knot beginning to push at my hole with each thrust, I stuck to only sucking Tetsu off without extra stimulation from my squirming tongue. Finally, Ei’s thrusts started pushing me as far down on Tetsu’s cock as I could go with his attempts to stuff me full with his full knot.

I could practically hear the bated breaths of our audience as they all watched Ei try to pop his knot into me. Each time his hips met mine, they all let out small breaths of anticipation, wondering if each one would be the perfect thrust.

“Omega…” Ei grunted in pleasure as he tried to squeeze himself fully inside me, “So tight, baby… Ooh fuck, gonna knot you so fuckin’ full…” He growled out as he gave one particularly hard thrust.

As I was pushed down far enough down on Tetsu’s cock I could feel his knot stretch my mouth open without fully popping in my mouth, Ei’s knot entered me with a lewd ‘pop’. The feeling of the second-long stretch and being so full had me letting out a whorish moan against Tetsu. The hand in my hair was gripping tight and Tetsu’s other hand tore into the material of the couch with his iron grip, as in, his quirk accidentally activated on his hand up his forearm. Judging from the cold touch I felt on my scalp, the same thing happened with his other hand, though he was still careful to not harm me.

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck- Oh Kami..!” His gravelly voice chanted as he tried desperately not to cum right away, but his resolve was crumbling. Luckily for him, Ei released thick, hot ropes of cum inside me. His full hard cock met flush against my cervix so his cum was practically flooding right into my womb. I held back my moan long enough until it was acceptable for Tetsu to cum, knowing the vibrations would break him completely.

When I moaned, hardly a second later, I felt his hot cum flood down my throat. The mixed sensations and the scent of sex permeating the entire room had me in my… well I didn’t know what number orgasm. Once my Alphas started plowing me, I couldn’t even think to keep track. The feeling of Eijirou, My Alpha, the Pack Alpha, filling my womb felt downright euphoric.

I felt like I had reached Nirvana with both my Alphas filling me with their hot seed. The feeling of being a part of such an honour and being so revered for it by the entire Pack, I felt like I was on cloud nine. Like the whole world had stopped just to let me appreciate my Alphas and the way they feel inside me.

While Ei was still pouring his cum inside me, he leaned down instinctively and bit into his Claim, reiterating his bond with me as My Alpha. I knew that as soon as he could, Tetsu would have his teeth sunk into me as well.

Once they both caught their breath, Ei started shifting us back, letting Tetsu’s cock fall from my lips so I could fully breathe unrestricted. I gasped for breath and let myself fall limp in Eiji’s hold. He moved to sit us back and had me laying against his chest, his knot still firmly stuck inside me. I looked down once we were situated and saw the large bulge in my stomach, both from Ei’s sheer size and his massive amounts of cum now completely filling my insides.

Tetsu moved as soon as he could and shifted to join me and Ei at the other end of the couch. Ei had his arms around me, one leg now bent up against the back of the couch with the other bent on its side near the edge of the seat. Tetsu gently wiped away sloppy remnants of my messy blowjob before he leaned down and, as predicted, possessively sank his teeth into his Claim. At the same time, he and Ei began to lave over the newly reopened marks and soothed the slight pain.

Tetsu then crossed his legs and positioned himself in front of me, pulling my legs around his waist. Gently caressing my sides and lightly massaging my sore breasts with soft, soothing kisses, he let out a deep purr. Ei’s rumbling voice followed, making me feel the vibrations throughout my whole being.

“You did so good for us, ‘Mega. So good, baby,” Ei rumbled against me, kissing my head as his hands rubbed lightly over the bulge in my tummy. He settled his hands once Tetsu moved to fully join the embrace. He pressed my head comfortably into his chest as he sandwiched me between him and Eiji. My throat was sore and hoarse from his cock down my throat so I could only respond with a pleased purr.

Croons of delight and praising sounded from the Pack, clear signs of their appreciation of their Pack Alpha and his mates. Tetsu and I joined the pleased sounds at our Alpha and he quietly returned them to us. His scent was filled with love and satisfaction and pride as he rubbed over us to properly scent us with himself rather than simply the smell of mating.

I pumped out my own scent, filled with pure love, adoration, and that of a pleased and satisfied Omega. Knowing I couldn’t move to scent them, my Alphas lightly rubbed themselves over me to receive my scent. Tetsu’s musky scent joined Ei’s as he made his appreciation and adoration of us known and obvious. Tetsu leaned up to kiss Ei and licked into his mouth so he could kiss me afterwards for the both of them since Ei and I weren’t in a position to share our own.

As I took one more look over at the pack I could see that their eyes were no longer solely on us and were instead giving their appreciation to their own mates. Denki and Mina were cuddled up close to Hitoshi and all three were thoroughly scenting each other. Purrs were audible from the pink-haired Omega and the blonde Beta. Their violet-haired Alpha who was usually shy with PDA was happily scenting them back and letting his own purrs be heard.

Hanta had Katsuki situated in his lap, the blonde happily snuggling into his Alpha and purring loudly as the ravenette rubbed over him to scent him. The lanky Alpha had his arms around his Omega and held him close in appreciation, his purrs were quiet but still audible. I stared a bit longer to appreciate the fellow Omega’s happiness and serenity when we all know that he’d kill us if we said a word about it.

The comfort of it all put me at peace so I could just enjoy the feeling of being so full of my Alpha and his seed. It remained unspoken for the moment but I knew that both My Alphas and Myself hoped that it would take and soon enough I would be heavy and round with Ei’s pups. As well, we’d likely have another breeding session to hope that I would Dam pups from both my Alphas.

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

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Masterlist

started: 04/21/24 last updated: 04/24/24 total works: 7

my hero academia:

oneshots:

katsuki bakugou:

Can you just give me a hug?

Can you just give me a hug? pov katsuki bakugou

You are the best.

So you are a fangirl?

pretty glittery girly movie

Denki Kaminari:

all I ever wanted was to be enough for you

drabbles:

katsuki bakugou:

have a nap

demon slayer

oneshots:

Kyojuro Rengoku

coming soon

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‘Babydoll’

Denki Kaminari x F!Reader

Summary - Kaminari is so horrendously down bad for {Y/N}, after school he volunteers to be your piercing dummy after you get a new piercing kit. 🤭

CW - slight smut, getting caught

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[ 2ND PERS. POV ]

Denki Kaminari, class clown and #1 flirt. This poor boy has it bad for you, he would do anything for you, he follows you like a damn puppy. Sure you had a crush on him, but you didn’t know if he was being friendly or not, because he did ask out almost every girl in your grade.

You’re sitting in class as you wait for the bell to ring, fiddling with an unopened box, as the contents inside of it jingle, sparking Kaminari’s attention. “Hey babydoll, what’s that ya got there?” He got closer to you, ‘babydoll’.. you loved when he called you that, but you roll your eyes, “wouldn’t you like to know, sparks?”

He smirks, a light shade of red brushing his cheeks, “new piercing kit, need to practice on someone.” His face gets close to yours, nose-to-nose as his smile gets wider, “Me! Use me!! I’ll do it {Y/N}!” he practically shouts, a few classmates turning their heads due to the commotion.

You put your finger to his lips, shushing the loud, beautiful boy in front of you. “Follow me to my dorm when the bell rings.” You whisper, “I like the sound of that, sounds like a plan” Winking at you, you look away, flustered.

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You’re walking to the dorms, Kaminari following you per usual. He’s behind you, staring you down, eyeing every little inch of you. He especially can’t keep his eyes off of your legs, as the flesh of your thighs spill out. Your black nylons thigh highs that he loved, one of them higher up than the other due to the friction of you walking around.

Denki had taken this walk with you many times, almost every day since the two of you had become friends. Except this time, he’s following you all the way into your room, you open the door and turn on the lights to your room, bed messy and desk unorganized. “Set your shit down and sit on my bed” you say sternly as you take off your blazer, kick your shoes off and loosen your tie. Kaminari takes his blazer and tie off, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his wrinkled shirt as he sits at the edge of your bed.

“How much damage am I doing today, Denks?” His face gets a bit warm, “u..uhm.. well I’ve never really done this before.. I thought’d you know what to do?” He rubs the back of his neck, you can’t help but laugh, “of course I know what i’m doin’, I meant what kinda of piercing you want, dummy”

[ KAMINARI POV ]

The thought of her, so close to my face, digging a needle through my skin, just sounds.. so hot. I snap out of it when she asks me what kinda of piercing I wanted, I must’ve given her a weird look when she begins to name different names of piercings, none of them sound interesting until I hear “what about an eyebrow piercing? I think it’d fit you, or snakebites?”

Apparently chicks absolutely dig facial piercings, I’ve seen the effect with Shinsou, atleast. Without thinking I blurt out “how about both? I can take it, I promise!” she lifts one eyebrow and smiles, “both? you sure Denks?” She gets close to my face, “..I wouldn’t wanna hurt you too bad” I rest my head on her shoulder to whisper in her ear, “I can take it.. i’m a big boy, babydoll” I can feel her smile, god I love her smile, I love every single thing about this girl.

[ 2ND PERS. POV ]

That sentence, it got to you. You even choked a bit on air after he said it, you turn around and put on your latex gloves, grabbing the needle and marker. Leaning down to his face, you start with his lips as you take the marker, drawing a dot on each side.

You ended up straddled on top of him, it was the most logical, and comfortable way to do this. You felt Kaminari tense up, “Uhm, what are y..you doing? {Y/N}?!” You smile, “chillax, it’s the easiest way to do this..” after disinfecting the needle and his skin, you put ur finger up to his chin, ever so slightly moving his face up. The tension between you two is insane, “..hold still, it’ll hurt more if you move Denks..” he smiles, as you begin to sink the needle into his lip.

He hissed, inhaling deep at the feeling, a small whimper escapes his lips “m-mm!”, one hand instinctively grabs your thigh and squeezes. Smirking when you laugh, feeling a bit risky, “you okay, pretty boy? That was some reaction” You slip the jewelry through his lip before grabbing another needle to pierce through the other side of his bottom lip. “..s..sorry man, I didn’t mean to.. heh..” his hand let go of your leg.

You hold his face again, as you take the needle and pierce his other side a bit quicker this time, thinking it’d help with the pain. “..a-ahh~” this time he grabs both thighs, a small spark of electricity leaves his hands as one more small moan comes out of him. His eyes become wide, your gaze meets with his, “I..I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did t..that!” his stutters are so cute. “No worries, it happens” laughing once more, adjusting yourself on his lap, grinding slightly against his crotch. You look at him, his face a deep shade of red, then you look down at your legs, his hands are still squeezing your thighs, he immediately lets go as he prepares to apologize. “I didn’t say you needed to stop, I don’t mind” as you rest your arms on his shoulders, leaning in closer to his face. He looks so nervous, his shakey hands meeting with your thighs once more, you feel the growing tent in his crotch grind against yours. “You like this scene, sparky? Or do you like the pain of the needle deep in your skin..” he whimpers again, “a little of.. both..” That’s all you needed to hear.

You take the initiative to finally kiss him, after months of waiting you finally just went for it. The both of you moaning as your lips met, one hand trailing up to your waist. The pain of his fresh piercings was unbearable, but he sucked it up, he had better things to focus on. This boy is so fucking needy, he can’t get enough of you right now, he grinds against you, his left hand squeezing your thigh and his right one squeezing your hips. The kissing gets more heated by the second, slipping your tongue into his mouth, when you feel an unusual round object on his tongue, you pull away. “..Surprise?” he sticks his tongue out, he’s been hiding a tongue piercing for god knows how long, “you do like the pain, little freak..” You put your mouth to his neck, sucking and marking him a bit, then crashing your lips onto his once more. One of your hands trace down his body, his oh so perfect body, reaching to his pants, you play with his belt buckle as he moans once more.

He grabs your hips, grinding again before flipping you over to your back, he crawls top of you. Hoisting your legs around him, he continues to grind his clothed dick against you, he starts whimpering louder. He breaks the bond between your lips, as he leaves light kisses all down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt, as he desperately bites and sucks on your soft skin, marking you back. “..p..please, I c..can’t get enough of you.. babydoll..” God, that name turned you on like crazy, you wanted him and he wanted you 10x more, my god he was so desperate and needy for you.

He kisses you once more, as he slips your skirt down, your nylons ripped. He begins to unbuckle his belt, you squeeze your legs tighter around his waist, “f..fuck.. {Y/N}.. I..I’m not even inside you.. but you a..already make me feel sooo~ so good.. a-ahh~” You wanted nothing more but to please him, you’ve thought about this day for months, and my god so has he. So many nights of touching himself to the thought of you, he never expected anything like this to actually happen. He unzips his uniform pants, slipping them down when..

“OH MY GOD? Kaminari.. {Y/N}?! Holy shit dude!” You left your door unlocked. You jump up, and Denki stumbles onto the floor, Sero had walked in on the two of you. He turns around and runs away before the two of you could say anything, “Y’ALL, Y’ALL WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHO I JUST SAW SEXING IT UP IN THEIR ROOM!!” You heard him scream as he ran down the stairs to the common hall. “Shit.” is the only thing you could say before looking at Denki, the two of you start laughing hysterically. He sits down next to you, still laughing as tears form in your eyes, “Guess i’ll have to finish that eyebrow piercing another time?” A small laugh comes out at the end of your sentence, he looks at you, the eye contact is unbearable as he smiles warmly.

“Yeah I’d like that, but maybe we should finish that other thing first.”

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[A/N]

Is this what the people wanted.

I’ve never written shit like this before 🤙

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ismartiegirl300-blog · 1 year

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First Dance

Announcements: I have a requests box open on my profile! (I think... I’m still working on how tumblr works). I write for MHA, Harry Potter, Attack on Titan and Naruto so feel free to send me some requests!!

Summary: You’ve known Bakugou since your UA days but at the alumni dance things feel a little different between you two. Flashbacks included. Bakugou pov mostly.

Warnings: Fluff! Fem reader. Pining.

WORDCOUNT: 2254

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Bakugo tried to loosen his tie, it was hot in the dance hall. It was good to see Class 1A back together again, even if he would never admit it. Class 1B on the other hand... damn he wanted to strangle that pompous straw haired copy cat Monoma. He took a deep breath and focused back on the group he was talking to.

Kirishima was talking animatedly to Shoji, one arm around Mina. They took a while to get together after graduation but Bakugo was glad it happened, he was tired of hearing Kirishima pine after her. Half and Half was busy talking to invisichick Hagakure and Sero. Denki was scheming in a corner with Mineta and slowly Bakugo’s gaze glided around the circle, over Jirou and right onto you. He felt a tightness in his chest and for some reason the room felt warmer.

Damn it. He thought he was over this stupid crush. It had been three years since graduation and he hadn’t seen you at all since you just came back from doing work overseas. He hadn’t gotten the chance to speak to you since your return. He had kept putting it off. His eyes lingered on you, your smile and that stupid dress you were wearing.

Although you were deep in conversation with your old friend Jirou, you couldn’t help but feel someone’s gaze on you. Your eyes slide from Jirou’s face, over her shoulder and you make eye contact with Bakugo. In the time you had been gone, you heard that he had been climbing the charts and was now the #2 hero, right behind Midoriya. You had never really gotten over your high school crush on Bakugo and you received notifications on your phone anytime a news story came out with his name on it. You felt your cheeks turn red under his gaze and quickly turned your attention back to Jirou.

“Something on your mind?” Bakugo had been so focused on you that he hadn’t noticed Kirishima walk right up to him and started looking back and forth between Bakugo and you.

“FUCK! Shitty hair! You can’t just walk up unannounced. I could have blown you to bits...”

“C’mon man! Just go talk to her.”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“Don’t be like that Bakugo... remember the last time we were at something like this?”

“No.”

He said no but Bakugo had been beating himself up for three years over it.

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It was the graduation dance. The last night before everyone started going their own separate ways. Bakugo had plans to go to Tokyo and start his own hero agency right away. You on the other hand had plans to work overseas and “pay back” in a sense, the foreign powers that helped Japan during its struggle with All For One. You wouldn’t be gone forever, just three years, however there was a certain someone you were hoping would try to make you stay. If he had asked, you would have stayed.

The party had lasted forever. You had danced all night until you had to take your shoes off because your feet were so sore. The girls kept you busy all night with the usual scheming, gossip, photos, bathroom trips and of course the group dancing. You were gonna miss these girls. You couldn’t think about it or you would start crying. Bakugo on the other hand was acting strangely tonight. He kept walking close to you, acting like he had something to say but then you would make eye contact and he would frown and walk away. You wondered if you had done something to piss him off... Well whatever it was, you might never know. Your flight left in two hours and your ride to the airport was on its way. You heard a slow song start and instead of awkwardly waiting around for someone to ask you to dance, you decided to slip out of the dance and wait for your ride. You might not be able to handle all of the goodbyes anyways.

At some point in the night Bakugo couldn’t find you. He had been working up the courage to ask you to slow dance all night. He requested three slow songs already. For the first one he just couldn’t get the words out and ended up telling you that you had something on your face. The second time that stupid bird asked you to dance and Bakugo just had to sit and watch from the side of the dance hall. He finally convinced the DJ to give him one more slow song and now you were nowhere to be found. Bakugo was scanning the room looking for you and just before he could give up, Ochako walked right up to him and asked him to dance. He reluctantly accepted.

“It’s going to be so weird not seeing everyone together anymore. I don’t think I’m ready.” Ochako was trying to make small talk but Bakugo could barely hear her. He was focused on finding you out in the crowd.

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask Y/N to dance...” Ochako said slyly.

“Huh??” Bakugo’s attention snapped back down to her.

“I mean, you like her right? Everyone says you like her.”

“Tchh.” Bakugo looked away but his ears turned red. He didn’t know how everyone knew but he was gonna kill Shitty Hair if he found out he was the leak.

“She left you know.”

“What?” Again his attention was 100% on Ochako.

“She slipped out when the song started. She’s probably on the way to the airport soon.”

“Already?” Bakugo felt the blood drain out of his face. He wasn’t ready. He hadn’t asked you to dance yet. He hadn’t told you that you looked pretty in your dress, he hadn’t asked you to walk through the gardens with him, he hadn’t had the opportunity to finally confess to you... to maybe kiss you.

“Go get her.” Ochako had stopped dancing.

Bakugo looked down at her a little stunned.

“Go! Go get your girl Dynamight!” She said it louder and caught the attention of others. Kirishima stopped dancing with Mina and looked over to Bakugo.

“WELL? Go after her!” Mina shouted.

“C’mon think like a man!” Kirishima added.

“Ooh! It would be so romantic!” Momo said enthusiastically.

“SHUT IT!” Bakugo yelled but he was already running out of the doors.

The brisk night air hit his face as he catapulted himself out of the dance hall and headed towards the front gates.

“Damnit! This is taking too long!”

Bakugo stripped off his jacket and tie and threw them behind him onto the dirt path. He rolled up his sleeves and used his quirk to catapult himself into the air. He blasted his way to the front gates in less than two minutes and just in time.

You were about to get into the car. You had the passenger door open when Bakugo fell out of the sky and skidded to a stop right at the UA gates. His hair was disheveled and he was wiping his hands on his pants. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Y/N!”

“Bakugo?”

Reality caught up to Bakugo in that moment. He didn’t know what to say... “Come back and dance with me.”?? That would be ridiculous.

“Uhh... I... are you... leaving?” He managed to force out some words, some question, even if that question had a million other questions behind it.

“Yeah...” You gave him a confused look. Wasn’t it obvious?

“Oh. Off to the States right away then?”

“My flight leaves in like two hours.”

“Right. Well, I just wanted to say...” Bakugo was at war with himself. He had to say he was afraid. He had faced villains on very power level but somehow this was more terrifying then every one of those encounters combined. He wanted to say so many things,

“I’ve loved you ever since I met you! I wanted to dance with you! Your dress looks amazing! I’ve admired you as a student as a hero but mostly as a person. You’re beautiful inside and out! You were the first to be kind to me and I want to protect your kindness for the rest of my life! AND MOST OF ALL I DON’T WANT YOU TO LEAVE!!”

But Bakugo didn’t say any of those things.

“You wanted to say...?” You asked. Bakugo had stopped in the middle of his sentence and was giving you a wide eyed look.

“Yeah I just wanted to say... good luck.” He opened his mouth again as though to add on, but he snapped it shut again.

“Oh...well...” You can’t say you weren’t disappointed. But it was always a naïve hope that Bakugo might share your feelings. You quickly smiled to cover your disappointment.

Bakugo watched as you smiled and ran towards him throwing your arms around his neck. He felt the breath leave his body and his arms clamped around your waist and he buried his face in your shoulder.

“Thank you Bakugo.” and with that you were leaving his arms, getting into the car and slipping away.

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Bakugo had spent the last three years replaying everything that went wrong that night. He had tried to move on, he went on so many dates in the first year that he lost count. But he never could make it to the second date. He tried focusing on his career and he rose pretty quickly after he gave up on dating. But it was hard, playing wingman for Kirishima and Kaminari, being a groomsman at Izuku and Ochako’s wedding and watching you post about your foreign adventures, only wishing he could be there with you. It made his blood boil thinking about all the people you could be meeting who might catch your interest. All because he was too afraid to make a move that night.

“You do.” Bakugo’s attention snapped back to the present as Kirishima said this. Bakugo merely scoffed.

“I know you remember Bakugo. You got so wasted afterwards and all you could do was whine about how you let her go. Actually... it’s the only thing you talk about after you get drunk...”

“Shut up or I’ll shut you up Red.” Bakugo warned.

“Alright... But I’m gonna ask the DJ for a slow song and if you don’t ask her to dance I’m gonna tell everyone about that time two years ago you fought that laughing gas villain and-” Kirishima couldn’t finish his sentence because he had to dodge Bakugo’s oncoming blow and run to the DJ’s table before Bakugo could catch him.

Damnit. Bakugo watched as Kirishima talked animatedly to the DJ and pointed to his phone. The music started playing moments later. Kirishima was right though. Tonight he wouldn’t mess up and let you slip away again. He turned and found you still talking to Jirou, right where he left you. He strode over to you, blatantly interrupting your conversation and held out his hand.

“Dance with me.”

You looked up at him with a look of shock and he realized he still had no sense of tact even after all these years. Your shock faded into a grin and he felt relief flood his body.

“Alright.” You took his hand and he pulled you in and slid his other arm around your waist. You began to sway to the music and everything else seemed to fade away.

“How was your time away?” Bakugo asked his head tilting down.

“It was amazing! Oh you would have loved it! There was so many things to see, so many landmarks and museums! I learned so much! Oh and I met a lot of people too!” Your face lit up as you spoke.

“Oh really?” Bakugo felt his heart drop at that last part.

“Yeah! I wished- I mean I wish you were there to see it.”

“Hah, maybe next time princess...”

“Princess? Are you saying I look like a princess?”

Bakugo turned red.

“You wish y/n.”

“Oh come on, is it so hard to say I look good? I put some effort in you know.”

“Tchh..”

You were both silent. You didn’t know what to say next. Maybe you flirted a little too much with him. You were just so excited to see him again, you couldn’t help it!

“You don’t look good.”

“What?!”

“You look great.” Bakugo said blushing and avoiding eye contact. You leaned up so your lips were close to his ear.

“You look pretty great yourself.”

Bakugo couldn’t help it. A shiver went down his body and he could feel his face turn as red as a tomato. He stopped dancing. He pulled back and looked at you.

“Y/n...”

Then he leaned down, his hand cupping your face and he gazed into your eyes as if asking for permission. Permission which you gave. Suddenly his lips were on yours and he was kissing you. He was kissing you like he was drinking up your soul, pulling your face up into his, his lips surprisingly tender. He handled you like you were precious. It was nothing like how you imagined kissing Bakugo would be but it was amazing. You broke off the kiss when you started hearing the cheers.

“Man we’ve been waiting forever for you guys to do that!” Sero yelled across all the cheering.

Bakugo didn’t even care. He just grinned down at you.

“You’re telling me Soy Sauce...” Bakugo said but only loud enough for you to hear.

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You are more than just a fucktoy

Mafia Sero Hanta x GN!Reader

Summary: Denki makes you insecure, and Sero makes it up too you.

Warnings: Violence, Smut, Angst, thoughts of suicide, good ending, miscommunications, possessive Sero,

Words: 2,1 k

Your POV:

His words were ringing in your ears, how could he have said that. Did he mean it. Were you nothing to him? Tears were prickling in the corner of your eyes, your steps were slow and wobbly because of the remaining alcohol in your system. Denki had been drunk, maybe he hadn’t meant it. But the way the words had left his mouth and the smug grin on his face, made you insecure.

The music in the bar had been loud, maybe you misheard him. Maybe he was talking about someone else. Maybe you were just drunk and jumping to conclusions.

You had been on your fifth glass of whiskey and the burning in your throat had kept your mind off the awful day. Denki and Mina had been keeping you company while Sero and Kirishima had been out doing some business. Bakugou was nowhere to be found, but he had always been kind of scary, so it didn’t really affect you that he wasn’t there.

Mina had been talking about some girl that was hitting on her and Denki was already making fun of her. They were so nice to each other and the whole mafia thing felt far away. You had never seen what they did, and it didn’t really interest you. You were sometimes scared of what Sero did, but not knowing kept it at bay.

You had had a few too many drinks and were dancing on one of the tables with Mina in no time. She was a dancer, you, not so much. But the alcohol kept a good flow in your stiff movements. A group of guys had tried joining and Mina was quick to push them away. She had a smug smile on her face when one of the guys fell hard on his ass and the audience burst out laughing. You had been laughing as well and one of the guys had spat a mean comment towards you too.

The guy didn’t have time to react before Denki had smashed his face in and the guy’s nose was violently bleeding. He had looked like a child, small and scared. But he wasn’t ready to back down, he swung toward Denki, but Denki was faster. The guy bent over with a moan, you almost didn’t see Denki punch the guy in the stomach. He was fast. Dangerously fast.

Mina had followed you out of the club and put you in a taxi. Denki was a few meters back and talking to the bouncers and that’s when you heard it.

“Who is that?” One of the bouncers had asked Denki, He had smiled smugly knowing I could he him, he locked my eyes with his and said louder than necessary.

“Ohh just some toy Sero found, they’re gone in a week!” You didn’t hear what the bouncers said, because the taxi started driving. But you saw them give Denki money. Were they betting on how fast you were gone?

You thought you were special, maybe not the one. But you thought Sero cared. The tears were trickling down your cheeks, the words had burned into your mind. They were not being forgotten. Were you really a toy? Was that all you were for him? Someone to fuck when he felt pent up?

Maybe it was for the best, he could get whoever he liked. Maybe it was time to move on. Too many feelings had been building up, better get out when you still can. But the feeling of not being good enough was nagging your heart. Maybe he was emotionless like they said. Maybe you were just a whole for him to use, but at the moment, who cares. Get a hold of yourself. Now it’s time to get past the silly feelings you had been getting for the Mafia boss.

It had been three days since you last saw any of them. No one had trying to talk to you, so to your dismay it looks like Denki was right. Who do you think won the bet? Maybe Denki? He didn’t think you would last a week; you didn’t last a day.

You had been crying for the past days, maybe there were more feelings for Sero than you had led yourself admit. Maybe the heartbreak was good, getting over him before you were all in.

The following days had been slow, it had only been surviving keeping the emotions at bay and getting through the day without crying. It was not a life, you had been LIVING with Sero. Now your just surviving, barely that. Some thoughts that didn’t fell right was sneaking in you. Maybe it would be easier if everything just stopped. If there was no more. If your world just stopped spinning one day. Would anyone care? You didn’t really have anyone, you thought Sero would be your new family, but now there is nobody.

Sero POV:

It had been days since he last talked with you. He was kind of wondering what had happened, you had been good last time you talked, he thinks. But maybe something had happened in your life, so he thought it would be good if he gave you some space. You would probably call when you were ready to talk. He hadn’t talked with Denki or Mina since you three went to the bar, he wanted to. So, he could find out if they knew something. But he had been caught up in work. Some rival gang had disrupted their supply, so he had had to fix that. That was what he and Bakugou had been doing when you were out. He had thought he would be done so he could see you. But work had dragged out, again.

He was standing annoyed behind his desk, with a phone to his ear, now almost yelling at the guy on the other end. There had been made another mistake and they had lost three guys in a shoot-out. He was beyond annoyed and his only thoughts were you bend over his desk clenching around his cock and making the world better. He had thought about you a lot, he was close to sending flowers to your house just to make sure you were okay. But that kind of defeats the whole space thing. So, he had just kept to himself, while taking care of business. He had a lunch date with Denki, Kirishima, Bakugou and Mina later. Maybe they had heard something about you.

He had slammed the phone down on the desk when the poor bastard was done talking, he was not in the mood for more complications. He just wanted you. God how he wanted you. The well-known strain of his cock in is pants made notice. He groaned loudly and sat heavily down in his chair. He unbuttoned his pants and took his cock in his hands. He imagined you on your knees so pretty for him, you looking up at him with those eyes of yours and how you would so gladly take him, But not without the right amount of teasing.

He moved his hand faster while thinking of your so pretty hole. He would lick you until you came in his mouth and then he would fuck you until you were a stuttering mess beneath his cock. Ohh he would savour you feel, fuck he missed you. All of you. Your laughter. How you would smile up at him if he praised you. The look of bliss when he gave you something overly expensive. He didn’t care about the price just you. All of you. He missed you so.

He sat down besides Denki, when he got to the café and the waiter quickly came over with a cup espresso. This was their place, everybody knew them. Mina was laughing about something Bakugou said, and everything was light-hearted. A nice change since this week of failure.

“Anybody know what happened to Y/N?” The tone changed instantly, and Denki’s face fell.

“What are you not telling me dude?” Sero’s voice became mean, a voice he had never used with you. You didn’t know this side of him. Denki looked down and avoided eye contact. Sero was quick to grab his chin and force eye contact.

“Spit it out!” Sero’s tone was venom and Denki knew he had fucked up. Badly. So badly.

“It was just a joke, I didn’t think...” Sero hit him on the side of his head, he hit the ground violently. Sero stood up ready to let all his anger hit his stupid best friend.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t supposed to happened. I just...” Denki turned silent and Sero waited, while still fuming for his friends to pick up. The whole café had emptied, and the staff had hidden in the back room.

“I said they’re just you fuck toy, it was just joke. I didn’t mean to…” Tears was falling down his face now and before he said another thing Sero had already left.

He needed to find you. You were his. He though there had been problems in your life, but he had never imagined his friends would have caused it.

Your POV:

You were watching some dumb show on TV not even really following, when you heard a knock on your door. The Pizza must be here. You slowly stood up and moved toward the door. You opened and before stood Sero in all his glory. Leaning out of breath up against the door. He was sweaty in the sexiest way ever. He moved before a word was said. His lips were on your and butterflies erupted in your stomach. He pushed you inside closed the door and threw you against it. You moaned into his mouth when he pressed his body in between your legs. He held you up against the door and pressed up against you in all the right placed. He fit your weird angles perfectly. Like a jigsaw pulse.

He carried you in one the couch and laid down on top of you. He kissed you jaw and down you neck while still pressing between your legs. He elegantly pulled down you pants and underwear in one go. He kissed down your chest and stomach. He pushed your legs up towards your chest and licked your hole. He took you so sensitive part in his mouth and started sucking. You moaned loudly and threw you head back against the pillow. He kept going licking and sucking, working you through your orgasm. You yelled loudly when it you came in his waiting mouth. He moved up your face and kissed you with the taste of yourself on his lips. He smiled so sweetly down at you.

“I’m gonna fuck you know, cause how in the world would you ever think I don’t need you.” He moved his hand your front and took you in his hand. “Fuck your handsome.” He grinned and picked you up again. He walked into the kitchen and sat you down in front of the kitchen table. He pushed you front down on the cold table. He ran a hand down your back and pushed a finger into your waiting hole. “Please Sero.” He grinned and unbuttoned his pants and took his cock out. He pushed the head against you opening and a gran escaped him when he pushed himself in all the way.

He moved quickly, you were both pent up. He was feral and he needed you. The slamming of himself against you ass that jiggled so pretty for him. God, he had needed you, and missed you so much. It was not a long fuck, it was quick but needed.

“I’m gonna cum in your pretty hole baby,” I was a statement and shortly after he spilled himself in you. You were so full, full of him and you had missed it so much. It had been far too long.

He grabbed you throat and pulled you up against him, your sweaty back against his sweaty front. You could feel his abs contracting when you clenched around him.

“Control yourself.” You laughed, you had missed him so much. Missed this. He hugged you tight while still being deep inside you.

A knock on your door made him stop, had he been followed. You laughed and patted him on his chest. “Pizza.” You said it nonchalant and grabbed his shirt to cover yourself before opening the door to take the pizza.

“Let's eat.”

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Master list

Hi! im Serxinn i write yandere mha feel free to ask!

My inspirations! (and moots)

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What you can request

Yandere Mha

Normal Mha

Any aus and stuff

Yandere vs yandere

A single person headcanon

Poly relationships

Lgbtq!

What you can't ask for

Smut - sorry not really comfortable with it yet =^=

Abuse - unless it's mentioned that the reader is abused but other than that I don't like writing wandered abuse their reader due to trauma and I can't really do it of have the courage

Non-con- yeaaa no...

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Masterlist

Yandere mha Scarlet witch reader

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Extras

Spring bath

The dare

Big sis eri

Yandere Mha with Baby reader

USJ

Carnival

Babysitting

Badass reader

I HATE YOU

Yandere vs Yandere

Hawks vs aizawa

Yandere Endeavor, Hawks and mirko vs Yandere all night aizawa, nezu

Fatgum VS all might

Yandere Hero Dekusquad vs Yandere Vil Bakusquad

Part one

Part two

Drabbles and oneshots

Valentines days special

Their bloodsucking Goddess

Transfer Reader

I don't give a shit

Insomia Reader

Bunny hawk reader

Teachers kid

Teachers Kid part 2

Batman Reader

Reader doing the kadedon pose

Secret admirer

Bubbly but angry reader

Romantic bakugo and platonic class 1a

Poc reader

Tipsy trampoline

Bakugo reader

LoveFever~

Big Three's educational visit

Love potion

Denkis deal

Mocha Bunny

Part 1

Part 2:bunnynapped

Genderswap

Part 1

Part 2 (m/n Pov)

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holding out (just for you) [1] || katsuki b.

pairing: dragon!bakugo katsuki x reader

word count: 13.8k+

mentions: female reader, fantasy au, descriptions of injuries + blood (bakugo's), not edited!!, aged up chars (24+), sfw, second pov, denki calls you 'pretty lady', part of the bnha big bang collab!

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You were going to fucking kill Denki.

You’d been running low on your stash of Zenith flowers for a while. They were immensely useful for making salves, adding in that extra drop of healing magic to boost the recovery rate of any type of wound. Normally, you would just buy a batch at the village market, but they unfortunately didn’t have a single petal. The shopkeeper had shrugged at you and told you he hadn’t seen any on the usual plateau he went to for harvesting. Zenith flowers required very specific conditions to grow and thrive in, so you weren’t too disappointed about it, but you still needed some. You liked being prepared for any scenario, so to have very little salve or flowers left over in your pantry back at your little cottage made you feel extremely antsy—especially since you were the only healer for miles. Quite a lot of people tended to go to you whenever they were sick or hurt.

You made the mistake of complaining about it to Denki, one of the owners of the small pub nestled in the heart of the village of Yuuei.

“Y’know, there should be Zenith flowers up on Kamino,” he told you smartly once you’d finished speaking, his hands moving as he prepped your order for you. “I saw some growing up there when I went hiking with Hanta the other week.”

“Really?” You perked up, turning your head to look at the mountain looming just beyond the edge of Yuuei through one of the pub’s dainty windows. Mount Kamino was one of the main sources of herbs and food the village used since it was so closeby. You tended to venture along its hiking trails once in a while, in search of particular plants to use for ointments and creams.

“Yeah!” He set down a wrapped pastry in front of you, then gave you a smile. “They’re pretty high up though, so I’d be careful if I were you.”

You waved him off and rummaged around in your pockets for a few gold coins to slap onto the wooden bar between the two of you. “Pfft, I’ll be fine. These arms aren’t just for show, you know.” You winked at him as you flexed, your biceps moving with the motion.

Denki laughed, then shot you a sly smile as he leaned closer to you across the bar. You could practically see the mischievous sparkle in his golden eyes. “We could make it a date, y’know? Go hiking together? Come on, pretty lady, it’ll be fun~” He winked and reached out a hand to tuck a stray strand of hair out of your face.

Rolling your eyes, you pushed his face away with your hand and ignored the way he snickered into your palm. He never relented with his incessant flirting, even after all the years you’ve been friends with him. “No thank you. I’m good. Thanks for the food, I’ve gotta go.”

“You should still consider it!” he called out cheekily after you as you left the pub, getting only a distant laugh and a flap of your hand in response.

The journey back to your little cottage was a bit of a long one. Since you were currently at the center of Yuuei, you had to walk all the way to its northern edge, past bustling families and open booths of food. The paved paths weren’t difficult to navigate, though you constantly had to duck to the side to avoid the people wandering about or to prevent any laughing children from running into you. It was nice to be able to mingle with people like this—hear the gentle murmur of conversation around you and see the bright smiles aimed your way. You weren’t necessarily popular, per se, but well—you waved to what seemed like the seventh person who called out your name cheerfully in greeting—you certainly made a name for yourself here.

It wasn’t long before you were gently picking your way through a slim path in the forest just offset from Yuuei’s perimeter. Canopies of trees rustled overhead, an occasional chirp of the regional teal-feathered birds delicately fluttering by your ears. The sunlight from above was just able to poke its way to the dirt-covered ground, casting everything in a warm, golden light. This part of your journey home was always the nicest, in your opinion. The sounds of bumbling nature were a sharp contrast from those of the village; you found constant peace in it.

A few turns this way and that along the path and you were eventually able to see your quaint cottage nestled comfortably among the green of the shrubs and trees that surrounded it. Before it was a small garden you poured your heart and soul into cultivating. It was organized in a way only you were privy to, a section dedicated to various herbs and magical plants while another was dedicated to consumables like lettuce and berries. You were very proud of it and you couldn’t help but sweep an eye around it to make sure everything was growing well.

The dirt below your feet soon transitioned to a stoned path that led up to your quaint front door. You made sure to take your shoes off outside before stepping in and placing them on the little shoe rack you’d made so long ago. Your home was a bit small yet cozy, with low hanging ceilings made of oak. You had more potted plants scattered about, close to the windows where they could absorb as much sunlight as they could. There were various spices and dried plants hung up on the walls, allowing a fresh, earthy smell to permeate the air. Soft chairs and cushions were arranged neatly around the bricked fireplace to the right, a wooden table laden with small bottles of liquids and creams just off to the left of them. Further beyond that were the crowded cabinets that made up your kitchen, a small hall next to them that led to a tiny bathroom and bedroom. It wasn’t much, but it was yours.

You bustled around, stepping over some books you’d left piled on the floor as you prepared a bag for your trip to Mount Kamino. It was still quite early, so you were sure to be back long before it got dark if you left now—it would only take a few hours or so to walk up, not including the hours you’d no doubtedly spend just looking at all the flora. You stuffed a canteen of water in your bag along with the pastry you got from Denki. A ball of string and a small book with its accompanying ink bottle and quill joined them. After glancing around once more, you donned a thicker pair of leather boots made for hiking along with a light jacket and exited your home.

Your cottage was not too far off from the base of the mountain. You took your time to trek through the winding paths that started to steadily slope uphill, your eyes peeled for any plants you wanted to grab. The canopies overhead were getting increasingly ladened with green leaves the further you walked, blocking out more of that glimmering sunlight. You busied yourself on occasion with stopping to observe certain plants and jotting down details in your little book. You liked to keep track of the different flora around you—your notebook was full of scribbles of various observations and drawings of a multitude of plants.

“Luna flowers,” you murmured at one point to yourself, crouched down near the flat stump of a tree that had small, purple flowers growing in abundance around it. They were good for treating nasty infections. You picked a handful and wrapped their slim stems with a piece of the string you’d brought. Stocking up wouldn’t be a terrible idea—you might as well since you were up on the mountain anyways. Setting the bundle into your bag carefully, you stood up and continued on your way, keeping an eye out for any other flowers you could gather.

You forgot just how dense the paths were on Mount Kamino. You had to be careful of your steps, your gaze steadily trained on the ground beneath you to avoid any tree roots or unstable pieces of rock. You ended up stopping quite a few times to record new plants you’d never seen before on the mountain trails. It wasn’t unusual for the bubbling river along the mountain to carry seeds from other places that eventually latched onto the soil and grew, or for the wind along the leeward side to blow spores down to the dirty ground. In any case, it gave you access to a plethora of material to use for healing. It was your own little treasure trove, in a way.

It always took you a while to jot down small details and sketch realistic drawings of the plants you found. Eventually, you found yourself hoisting a thick bag full of way more plants than what you came for onto your shoulder. You still made sure you had room for Zenith flowers, though. For now, you decided that would be your ultimate goal, so you focused your energy into scaling the side of the mountain. Your thighs were starting to burn from all the climbing as you scrambled over large pieces of rock and shuffled your way up steep inclines. The trees around you thinned out before disappearing, all the dirt being replaced by grey rock covered with slippery moss.

Your eyes darted up to the sky for a moment, finally able to see it clearly instead of all the low-hanging branches heavy with green leaves that made up the forest. There were clouds starting to gather overhead, light grey in color, but still scattered about over the far side of the mountain. It wasn’t anything to be worried about just yet, but you still found yourself picking up the pace. Getting caught out in a storm was not ideal when you were this high up.

Your eyes were peeled for the familiar cerulean of the Zenith flowers, wondering just how far up you would have to go to see them. But finally, finally, you caught a glimpse of them sitting at the edge of a piece of rock that stuck out against the mountain like an odd, upside-down nose. Looked like Denki had been telling the truth—not that you’d doubted him. Flora wasn’t his expertise, was all you were saying. You huffed as you eyed the flowers, already knowing you would have to climb up against the rock carefully if you wanted to make it up there in one piece.

So off you went, slowly picking your way up to the little cliff. Sweat was beading up on your skin, hands getting slippery as you searched for small ledges and holes in the stone wall before you so you could shimmy your way up. It was taxing work, the bag on your back seemingly getting heavier and heavier the longer you wore it. But it would be worth it, you kept telling yourself, once you had a restocked supply of Zenith flowers. They were just too useful and important to pass up.

After what seemed like ages, you managed to hoist yourself over the edge of the little cliff, panting from all the exertion. You crawled forward and sat down on your ass so you could rummage in your bag for your canteen of water. You drained half of it in one large gulp and brought your hand up to wipe your mouth right after. Before you was the wide expanse of the forest, an ocean of green swaying to and fro in the breeze. You were pretty high up, and if you squinted slightly you could see the distant buildings of Yuuei. The wind was starting to pick up and you shivered before wrapping your jacket more snugly around yourself. It was a nice view, even if it was a bit chilly up here.

This was worth it, you told yourself again, sliding your canteen back into your bag. Now all you had to do was gather a bunch of flowers and you could head back down to the warmth of your home.

Standing up, you brushed off your pants before walking over to a patch of blue. You crouched down, intending to pick them quickly, when something caught your eye. Zenith flowers characteristically had heart-shaped leaves with soft edges. But these ones in the ground had jagged, oval-shaped leaves littered with small thorns. Your eyes narrowed.

They weren’t Zenith flowers—they were Nadir flowers, its poisonous opposite.

“Denki, you fucking idiot.” You sighed, hoisting yourself up to glare down at the plants swaying innocently in the wind. Of course he wouldn’t know the difference. The dumbass probably saw the familiar cerulean and assumed they were Zenith. You rolled your eyes and leaned down to carefully pick one of the Nadir flowers and stow it in a pocket within the deepest depths of your bag, away from the other plants you had in there. You’d have to give Denki a lesson on flora—he clearly needed it.

Before you could even begin to stew in disappointment and a low-simmering irritation, a bright flash of light lit up the sky. You paused, eyes widening, as you looked up to see dark, swirling clouds peeking over the tip of the mountain. They were being blown in your direction, finally revealing themselves with a gust of frigid air. One second passed. Then another.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

The thunder that erupted following the flash of lightning was so loud your eardrums nearly popped. You had hardly a moment’s time to react before what seemed like a waterfall of rain descended upon you, soaking you in an instant.

“Shit,” you cursed, throwing your hands up over your face as the incoming wind battered you with the force of a thousand basilisks. You hadn’t seen the gathering stormclouds from your position on the mountain; you were too close to its face to see that they’d been cleverly hiding on the opposite side, slowly creeping in your direction. Another flash of lightning cracked through the sky and you realized it was getting absurdly dark. It wouldn’t be long before you’d be blind and at the complete mercy of the mountain. You needed to find shelter, and you needed to find it fast.

So you moved, desperately looking around for a cave of sorts that you could duck into. Maybe even some rocks that could at least partially shield you from the wind. Your boots were starting to slip against the wet rock below you—it would definitely be too dangerous to try to climb down the mountain in this type of weather. You’d likely slip and bust your head right open.

Thunder rocked through the air once more, the wind howling ferociously around you as you scrambled along giant fragments of stone. Your eyes were peeled for any obvious openings in the mountain and it was by pure chance that a quick flash of lightning illuminated the gaping maw of a cave somewhere up higher on the path you were on. You cursed at how far up it was, but pressed on anyway, taking your time to pick your way towards it.

With only a few instances where you almost slipped and tumbled down the watery slope you were on, you finally managed to reach the cave. Puffing from the exertion, you retreated a few feet into it, just so you could get out of the torrential rain and raging wind. You whirled around, shivering, as you looked out at the darkness that had settled over the mountain and surrounding forest. You could hardly see a thing apart from the waves of water that poured down, the wind thunderously raging just beyond your temporary little safe haven.

Which brought you to your current predicament—using Denki as a scapegoat as you cursed him to hell and back for trapping you in a cave for god-knows-how-long.

“Great.” You frowned, plopping your bag onto the cave’s floor. The material was mostly water resistant, thank god, but it still made an odd squelching noise when you pressed your foot against it to see how much water had been repelled and how much absorbed. You shrugged out of your jacket, figuring it wouldn’t be a good idea to be wearing the soaked material. Rubbing your hands along your arms as though that could warm you up a bit, you turned to face the abyss-like darkness of the cave. Maybe there were some dry materials in here you could use to start a fire. It was a long shot, but it wouldn’t hurt to look.

Something glowing in the near distance caught your eye.

It was faint, almost nonexistent, in the deep void that made up the cave. It glimmered in a way that reminded you of shiny metal reflecting dim light. You squinted at it, edging a bit closer so you could make out just what you were seeing.

The glow was gold in color, and as you crept steadily closer, you saw it spanned across quite a bit of the width of the cave. You blinked, trying to force your eyes to adjust to the low lighting. Your eyes moved from one side of the cave to the other until they landed on two glowing, crimson dots. You tilted your head, trying to decipher what those dots could be, when they suddenly slitted vertically. Your eyes widened, watching as the slits rose up and up and up, over your head. It was then that you realized a low growling had erupted around you, dangerously echoing through the cave.

A flash of lightning briefly lit up your surroundings. You swallowed thickly, hands clenching down on your upper arms where they were crossed over your chest.

You were staring at a fucking dragon.

Dragons were not unheard of in this day and age, though they were rare to see. They tended to keep to themselves, living in the mountainous regions to the north. You’d seen them flying overhead the village a total of two times in the course of your life, mere pinpricks in the vast sky. For the most part, they’d disappeared from the masses, staying out of sight and out of mind for many, many years. You often wondered how it was possible for them to stay hidden from the human population for so long, being such large and attention-demanding creatures.

That being said, the dragon before you was stupidly huge, glimmering gold scales covering it from head to tail. You couldn’t be any taller than its shoulder, honestly, just barely able to make out the golden spikes that popped up along its spine from your position. Though, what really stood out to you were the black and orange markings that fluidly spanned its body. Intricate designs started at the crown of its head and traced down its long, golden neck, before ending at the tip of its tail. They were strangely enticing to look at, especially since you’d never seen them before in your life. If you could stare at them some more, you were sure they’d whisper a story to you, but that was neither here nor there.

The dragon’s glowing eyes were still sharply focused on you, the deep growling from its chest making the hairs on your arms stand up. You could see its jaw open, sharp teeth bared at you in a warning as it raised itself higher above you. You were sure if there was enough room, it would have opened its wingspan to appear even larger. It activated your fight or flight response, seeing it act so hostile. You raised your hands up in the universal sign for surrender, slowly backing away until its growling eased down only a tad.

And it was then that you realized it was injured.

You knew that many people envied dragons for their strength, not only physically, but magically as well. They were intelligent creatures, and it was not unusual for particularly thick-headed people to go hunting for them in the hopes of stealing some of their power. With this in mind, you found your gaze trailing to the horrendous wounds scattered around its body. There was a deep, nasty-looking gash on its side stretching from its right shoulder all the way down to its mid-back. Another similar-looking cut was dangerously close to its right eye, gleaming with the fresh ruby red of blood. The way it gingerly tucked its wings close to its body let you know that it was probably injured there too, though you couldn’t really see all too well in the dark. And those were just the wounds you could barely make out on this side.

A bad fight with a hunter? you mused as you stepped back further. Or with something much, much worse?

You didn’t even want to entertain the idea of there being creatures powerful enough to vy against a motherfucking dragon.

The way said dragon was still sharply watching you, hissing lowly all the while, was starting to make you feel nervous. You didn’t really have many options here: stay in the cave and perish on the whim of a magical beast, or brave the storm outside and possibly tumble off the mountain to your death? Neither seemed very appealing to you.

Though, you glanced momentarily back at the dragon’s vicious-looking wounds, you couldn’t just leave it in this condition, could you? You were a healer—you healed things. And those things didn’t stop at people.

You didn’t think the dragon would just let you tend to its wounds, however. Not when it was still watching you with those blazing, slitted eyes, its body poised in a way that told you it was ready to strike at any moment’s notice. Any wrong move and you’d be a mere smear of ash in a small cave. You would need to tread cautiously. Smartly. It wouldn’t do you any good to underestimate the beast’s knowledge and power.

Come on, think! you thought to yourself as you took another small step back to increase the distance between you and the dragon. You had a book of magical creatures sitting in a small, dusty corner of your cottage. You remembered reading it—tracing the small section on dragons that was inscribed within its pages with your fingers. Not much was known about them, but surely there was something that could help you at this moment?

Let’s see, let’s see… If you were remembering correctly, dragons were very noble creatures—easily offended. They demanded respect and recognition of their strength. You eyed the snarling dragon in front of you. What could you do to show it that you meant no harm? That you knew it was powerful and that you were at its mercy and not the other way around?

Biting at your lower lip, you decided on what you would do.

Maintaining eye contact, you sank into a deep bow, keeping your hands raised near your ears. You knew this would make you appear immensely vulnerable to the dragon, your guard lowered as your bare neck was exposed to it. After a few seconds of watching the dragon, you averted your gaze to stare down at the ground instead. Then, you held your position. And waited.

And waited…

...and waited…

Until finally, the dragon chuffed, hot air heavily expelling from its nose like a volcano expelling ash. You almost shivered, feeling the air rush over your neck and back like a running river. You were reminded of how soaked you were, your hair sticking to your head in a coldly uncomfortable way. The growling by now had abated, a tense sort of silence filling the cave as you stared down at the ground and thanked whatever deity above that bowing had worked.

You waited a little bit more, then slowly straightened up, your hands lowering so you could cross them over your chest. From this position, you could see the silent stare of the dragon, its bright, crimson gaze seemingly burning right into you. It was still tense, you noticed, still poised as though ready to fight. A steady drip… drip… drip… echoed faintly around the cave. You could just barely see its rich, burgundy blood dripping onto the wet floor beneath it. You needed to do something.

“You’re hurt,” you spoke, then immediately flinched when the acoustics of the cave made your voice seem much louder than you’d intended. You got sharp teeth bared at you in response, a displeased growl coming from the dragon. You lowered your voice and tried again, purposely ensuring you sounded much gentler and quieter. “You’re hurt. I’m a healer—I can help you.”

A drawn out hiss was all you got as an indication of the dragon’s thoughts. It tensed further, wings fanning out slightly as its eyes slanted at you. You could’ve sworn you saw the spikes along its back bristle, making it seem much more dangerous than before. This really wasn’t going well, you thought, trying to figure out what else you could do.

“Those wounds don’t look too good,” you found yourself saying, your eyes momentarily diverting to the slash near its eye. “I’m sure dragons like yourself aren’t immune to infection. I can help, if you’ll let me.” With just a tiny bit of hesitation, you took the smallest step forward, hands moving back up in a placating manner. If you could properly see just how bad its wounds were—how life-threatening—it could help you decide on what actions to take and how urgently you would need to work. You did your best to relax your tense muscles, trying to seem aloof and calm in front of the dragon in case it thought you were going to attack. Its eyes snapped down to the small motion you made, and you immediately regretted stepping closer when the dragon snapped its jaw at you sharply. You could almost feel the faint brush of air its snapping jaw made as it hovered over you, its hissing escalating back to a growl.

You took a much larger step back. “Okay okay… I’ll leave you alone.” It was clear that the dragon really didn’t want you doing anything—and you didn’t want to take any chances here either. You slowly walked backwards, keeping an eye on the dragon as you aimed for where you’d dropped your bag. The sounds of the rain got louder the closer you got to the cave’s entrance until it was all you could hear. You stopped once your foot came into contact with the wet material and watched as the dragon unwaveringly kept its focus on you. From your position, nearly at the mouth of the cave, you couldn’t really see much of the dragon’s form. Just the faintest gleam of gold and two pinpricks of crimson that let you know it was still watching you.

Well... at least it wasn’t going to attack you for now...

A shiver ran down your spine—from the dragon or the frigid air, you didn’t know.

You chanced a glance back outside, looking at the way the rain harshly pounded at the side of the mountain, thunder rumbling loudly overhead in a way that reminded you of the deep growls of the creature before you. There was no way you were going back out there—you couldn’t take that risk.

Looked like you were going to be camping here for a while.

Huffing slightly through your nose, you crouched down near your bag and opened it up, making sure to keep your front facing the dragon’s direction in case it decided it wanted to eat you after all. You shuffled around inside your bag’s pockets, pulling out various flowers and other flora you’d picked up on your way to the higher points of the mountain. It was really fucking lucky for the dragon that you’d accidentally come packed with so much material to take care of its wounds. Even if it didn’t realize that yet.

You tugged out a bunch of Luna flowers, the purple petals a bit crumpled, but intact nonetheless. Your eyes flickered up in the direction of the dragon, latching onto those two glowing red dots that made up its eyes. Still watching you. You suppressed another shiver.

After laying out all your collected plants in a neat line before you, you picked up the bunches that were good for dealing with infected wounds and incessant bleeding, unraveling the bits of string you’d tied them with to drop in your bag. You didn’t really have anything to wipe up all the blood with though, but—you eyed your wet jacket on the floor—if you really needed to, you wouldn’t mind sacrificing your jacket. You had others anyways.

With your arms full of flowers of purple, pale pink, and cream, along with the occasional batch of these thin, green stalks, you slowly headed back towards the dragon. There was something eerie about walking towards something you knew was… not pleased with your presence. Something eerie about knowing it was there, even if you couldn’t see it all too well. Wasn’t this how people died?

Maybe you were being a fool, maybe you were out of your goddamn mind for daring to approach a fucking dragon. But well, it wouldn’t hurt to try to get on good terms with it. Especially knowing you weren’t sure how long you’d be stuck in the cave for.

You eventually came to a stop near the dragon. Not too far, not too close. Just enough that you could see it and still be out of reach of its long neck and head. It bared its teeth at you, though it didn't start growling as of yet. You counted that as a good thing.

Kneeling down, you spread out your bundle of plants before it, arranging them in a neat, little line. After a quick glance at the dragon, you gestured your hands over your haul. “These are plants that can help with your wounds”—you pointed to the Lunas—“These are for protection.” Your finger moved over to point at the pale pink ones—Hiraeth flowers. “These help with easing pain.” Next were the cream-colored Eunoia flowers. “For slowing down bleeding.” Finally, the thin Zephyr stalks. “And for infection.”

You then stood up and backed away, putting enough space between you and the plants on the ground. You didn’t want to seem too overbearing. Laying out your hand was the first step of many that you hoped were to come.

The dragon watched you for a moment, the way you clasped your hands in front of you as you waited a respectful distance away. You held your breath as it lowered its head down to the line of flowers, gently huffing as it inspected them with slitted eyes. You didn’t know what it was looking for, but it spent a bit just nosing at the flowers, before it let out a big chuff of air, sending your poor plants awry as they were scattered all over the floor in your direction. Now that was just fucking rude.

You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose with two cold fingers. “Okay, I get it, you don’t want my help.” You walked to the nearest flower and bent down to pick it up, spinning the thin stem idly in your hand. Brandishing the flower in the dragon’s direction, you continued, “But if you don’t get those injuries treated soon, you could risk aggravating them further and prolonging your healing process.” You made eye contact with the dragon for a brief moment, before you looked away to start picking up some more of the other plants scattered about. “Or, y’know. You could die. Up to you.”

You busied yourself with grabbing the remaining flowers while you waited for some sign of sorts from the dragon. It wasn’t until you straightened up, arms full of plants, that you finally got an approval. Or, well, as close to an approval as you were going to get.

The dragon made direct eye contact with you, sharp teeth bared as it let out a little growl. Then it huffed, a stream of smoke exiting its nostrils, before it shifted slightly to expose the large wound along its side to you. Right. Well, you’d take what you could get, at this point.

“Great! Glad you came to your senses,” you said cheerfully as you walked a bit closer to the dragon and set all the plants down on the floor. “You’ll need to come closer to the entrance. I can’t see all too well back there.” While the dragon growled again and shifted, you turned to jog over to your bag once more. You rummaged around in it for your canteen of water, then stood up to look about the cave for some flat stones. It took a bit of time to find, but you managed to settle on two decent ones that looked like they could get the job done.

“Good enough,” you mumbled as you jogged over to the cave’s mouth to run the stones under a steady stream of rainwater that dripped from the edge of the ceiling. After that, you jogged back to your jacket to pick up, and made your way over to the dragon.

Luckily for you, it had heeded what you’d said and shifted closer to the entrance. You still couldn’t see all too well, but it was better than before, at least. The occasional flash of lightning helped as well.

You dropped your canteen on the floor next to the flowers, placing the two stones on top of it as you did your best to wring out your jacket. Streams of water cascaded to the floor, some of them landing on the plants to wet them some more. A quick glance up to the dragon told you it was watching you carefully, eyes still slitted.

“They work best if ground into a paste,” you told it, shaking out your jacket so that you could tear a flat piece off. You plopped onto the floor and laid out the piece of fabric in between you and the dragon. You then grabbed a few of the flowers and placed them neatly onto the cloth. Finally, with the two stones, you started mashing the flowers together, rubbing them occasionally between the stones. Water from your canteen was added once in a while to turn the flowers into a more liquid-y mush. It wasn’t the best, but it was all you could do at the moment.

“Normally I use a special solution to make the paste,” you murmured as you worked, grinding and mashing away. “But water’s all we got right now. I didn’t expect to be treating anyone up here, y’know?”

You looked up at the dragon and it growled at you, its eyes sharply focused on watching your movements. “Yeah, count yourself lucky, buddy.”

You rambled on as you steadily mashed all the flowers together, finding a need to at least try to ease the dragon into trusting you a bit more. But it was obvious it was still wary of you, not relenting with its incessant glaring and occasional growling whenever you moved too fast, or did something it didn’t like. That was fine, you thought as you added another Luna to the mash. While it would be really fucking cool to befriend a dragon, it wasn’t necessary for you if you wanted to treat it. Work was work, healing was healing.

Eventually, after what seemed like ages of mashing, you managed to make a decent amount of a brownish paste from all the flowers you’d picked out. You hummed as you wiped your hands on a clean section of the piece of cloth that held the paste, hoping that it would be enough. You didn’t know what you would do if it turned out you needed more flowers.

“Okay”—you hoisted yourself to your feet, shaking out the cramps from your legs—“this should be enough. I hope.” You took a few steps away from the cloth so that the dragon could inspect the fruits of your labor. It brought its head closer so it could huff and eye the paste. “I’ll have to put on really light layers, depending on how many wounds you have.” After the dragon pulled its head away from the cloth with another chuff—you assumed it had deemed the paste good enough—you walked over and grabbed your jacket. You made quick work out of tearing it to pieces that you could use to apply pressure to staunch the dragon’s bleeding.

“All right”—you hummed, stepping closer to the dragon with the pieces of cloth draped over one of your arms—“first we gotta wipe the blood away.” When the dragon growled at you warningly, you looked up at it, gesturing your free hand to the remnants of your poor jacket. “Relax. I’ll be careful. It’s just cloth. Can’t have you dripping blood all over the cave.”

It huffed out through its nose, smoke battering your face that oddly smelled like burnt caramel. You made a face and waved your hand in the air to get rid of it, stepping closer to the dragon until you were right by the long gash on its side. Grabbing one of the longer pieces of cloth, you folded it up slightly and pressed it gently to the edge of the wound.

At this proximity to the dragon, you could almost feel the low growl that thundered through its chest, its massive torso shifting under your hand that seemed entirely too small pressed against it. The gold of the dragon’s scales were amazing to look at up close, a bright gleam to them that shined with every flash of lightning from outside. You were slow and careful with sopping up the blood that leaked from the gash, making sure it was as clean as possible.

Something you noticed, being so close to the dragon, was how fucking warm it was. Like standing next to your own personal campfire. It made you realize how cold you were, your teeth clenched together involuntarily to prevent them from incessantly chattering. In your haste to tend to the dragon’s wounds, you’d forgotten about how soaked you were, the possibility of getting sick looming ominously over your shoulder.

That didn’t matter now, you decided, as you covered a particularly nasty-looking section of the wound with a cleaner section of the cloth. As long as you were close to the dragon, you could secretly enjoy its body heat.

“I’ve got loads of medicinal plants back at my cottage,” you started quietly, still focusing on the dragon. It was silent, watching you press your ruined jacket to its side. Your eyes traced the black and orange markings you could see, amazed by their swirling intricacies. “Actually, that’s why I was up on the mountain. I was looking for Zenith flowers. They’re really useful for accelerated healing, y’know?” You finished dabbing at the wound and tossed the blood-soaked cloth to the floor. Picking up the paste, you started gently spreading it along the wound with nimble fingers. You didn’t fail to notice how much hotter the dragon’s wound was compared to the rest of its body. That couldn’t be good.

“My friend was the one who told me there were Zeniths up on Kamino,” you continued, “The dumbass saw Nadir flowers and thought they were Zeniths. Idiot. Nadirs are poisonous. I should’ve expected it, honestly”—you sighed, coating your fingers with more of the paste— “and of course there would be a storm on the same day I decide to do a mountain trip. Lucky for me, huh?”

The dragon rumbled and you huffed. “Yeah, maybe I’m the fool for believing him in the first place. Not like he’s a herbalist.” You finished coating the wound and set the paste back on the floor. Grabbing another cloth piece hanging from your arm, you rounded the dragon to check its other side, grimacing at the sight of another nasty gash near its hind leg. Its head swiveled around to follow you, content with carefully watching as you pressed the cloth to the wound. “Would’ve been really helpful if they were actually Zeniths, though. Could’ve boosted your healing process.”

This wound was also really hot, almost searingly so. You picked up the pace, wanting to coat it as soon as possible. Dragon physiology was not your expertise, so you had no idea what the heat meant. Infection? You finished covering the wound in the paste, and stepped back to search for any others.

“You’ll have to stretch out your wings for me,” you said as you walked a safe distance away from the dragon, towards the mouth of the cave. “Can’t reach those”—you pointed to the area of its wings that had vicious tears in them—“Maybe shift your body around?”

With what sounded like an irate huff and a bit of maneuvering, the dragon managed to orient itself sideways in the cave, crouching further in a ball so it could extend its wings down towards you. Giving it a small thanks, you made your way to the edge of its wing, where there were a few nasty tears along the edges and towards the center. You could practically see through them, if not for the crusted blood in the way. You grimaced. The dragon definitely wouldn’t be flying anytime soon with those.

You noticed, your hands rubbing in the paste, that while its wings were gold, as you moved to the tips of them, they faded into a black color in an ombré-esque gradient. It was pretty—just like the black designs on its body that you were so captivated by.

And thus, the process continued, with you idly making a rather one-sided conversation as you cleaned and coated the dragon’s wounds. You would’ve never imagined that you’d have the opportunity to be this close to such a powerful creature. It was oddly exciting, though the way the dragon still watched you sharply made it hard to relax entirely. You really hoped it wouldn’t decide to eat you or something after you tended to its injuries. That would just be rude.

Eventually, you found yourself standing in front of the dragon and gesturing to it to lower its head so you could clean the gash near its eye. With its face hovering around your shoulders, you were quite astounded by how large it was. Its head alone nearly dwarfed your upper body, your hand only a bit smaller than one of its eyes. Darkly, you wondered how easily it would be for the dragon to chomp down on you, bite you in half. But you brushed away the thought and continued to clean and coat the gash, ignoring the way the dragon’s slitted, crimson eye was right in front of your face.

“That should do it.” You nodded your head with a sigh, stepping back from the dragon so it could raise its head up once more. “I had just enough paste to cover everything, I think. We’ll have to let that sit for a few hours until it dissolves.”

You walked over to pick up one of the Zephyr stalks from off the ground. “Then I just gotta cover them with these and hope they fight off any infection.” You’d need to crush them into a paste as well, but for now, you were starting to feel a bit tired. Getting a fire going would be a good idea now that you were no longer close enough to the dragon to feel its body heat.

You busied yourself with wrapping the remaining pieces of cloth from your jacket around the stalks and setting them back into your bag with the stones and your canteen for later use. The blood-soaked ones that you used to clean the dragon’s wounds you also set off to the side of the cave, close to the entrance. You’d have to try to clean them, but they pretty much looked unsalvageable with how stained they were, colored in deep burgundy.

You didn’t really expect to find any dry materials in the cave to build a fire, but you managed to scrounge up a few crumbling, brown leaves. Unfortunately, however, they weren’t really enough to start and maintain a fire. And you then realized you didn’t have anything to make sparks either. Looked like it was going to be a cold night.

Maybe you could sidle up closer to the dragon? Leech off its body heat without it knowing? But a quick glance at it told you it would probably mind, its sharp gaze still trained on you. At least it wasn’t growling. You still didn’t want to risk getting your head bitten off, though, thank you very much.

“You should get some rest,” you told the dragon as you grabbed your bag and retreated into a corner of the cave. Not too close, yet not too far. You plopped onto the floor and curled into a ball, using your bag as a makeshift pillow. Like this, you were facing the dragon, watching it watch you as it settled on the floor. Its head was still raised, though. You wondered if it trusted you enough to sleep first. Probably not. “No use staying awake with this storm.” As though on a cue, thunder rumbled through the sky once more, an agreement to your statement.

You spent a few moments just having an odd staring contest with the dragon, neither of you relenting to your obvious exhaustion. This was ridiculous. You eventually huffed and rolled over to face the cave wall, curling yourself into a tighter ball as though that could stave off the way your teeth chattered and your arms trembled.

You woke up to a particularly loud clap of thunder.

It exploded through the sky like an erupting star, making you shoot up from your balled-up position as though something had shocked you. Your teeth practically rattled in your skull, your gaze darting to the entrance of the cave where an abyss-like darkness greeted your eyes. You couldn’t tell how much time had passed. The darkness of the thunderclouds above, paired with the waterfall of rain, made it difficult to discern what part of the day it was. Probably somewhere close to night, you thought, shifting yourself so that you could clumsily stagger to your feet.

You were ridiculously sore, your muscles aching as you stretched out and rubbed your arms with your hands. Sleeping on the hardass floor was a terrible decision—you could feel muscles that you didn’t even know existed until this moment. Climbing up a mountain probably didn’t help either. Your clothes were also still damp, and the way your nose felt clogged told you that sleeping while sopping wet probably wasn’t a good idea. It wasn’t like you could do anything about it, though.

You shuffled in place, hoping the movement could help you generate a bit of body heat. Glancing over to the dragon, you saw it was awake as well, gaze directed to the rain beating away at the ground outside. It almost looked… forlorn. You watched it for a moment, then decided it wouldn’t hurt to check on its injuries.

The dragon turned to look at you once you’d walked a bit closer; that distant look faded away to be replaced by intimidation. A low growl made you stop a few feet away. You shifted in place, still rubbing your hands along your arms. “Well, good morning to you too. I need to check your wounds.”

When all it did was huff out and rest its head on the ground, you grinned slightly and approached its side. The warmth its body offered was welcoming, and you relished in the way it washed over your body as you inspected the largest gash. By now the paste had dissolved, so you assumed quite a few hours had passed. You’d have to mash the Zephyr stalks now. You hovered your hand over the wound and compared the heat it exuded to the rest of the dragon’s body. It was still worryingly hot. Having a sick dragon on your hands while trapped in a cave was definitely not on your agenda.

“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know if increased body heat means you’re fighting off infection, would you?” you asked the dragon as you walked over to its head and bent your knees slightly to look down at it. “How do you feel? Sick? Can dragons get sick?”

It huffed out at you, letting out a sound that sounded like a deep click. You tilted your head slightly, then straightened up, a hum escaping your lips. “Hmmm. Well, if you feel like you’re dying, let me know. I just wish I had something that could actually treat that...” With that, you walked over to your bag to pull out the bundle of Zephyr stalks, stones, and canteen. You took a small drink of water before you started mushing the stalks together to make a greenish paste.

It didn’t take too long, thankfully, since you had less material to work with. The rain in the background provided some nice ambience to smush the stems to, though, and you found yourself humming lightly. Your voice was drowned out by the occasional clap of thunder and roaring wind, but you didn’t mind.

“Okay”—you approached the dragon with your bundle of green paste—“let’s just get this on and hope it staves off anything nasty.”

You took your time with applying the mush this time, wanting to warm up some more. You didn’t find the need to fill the air with your rambles, so you settled on continuing your humming from before. The dragon—as per usual—watched you as you worked, keeping an eye on the motions of your hands. You tried not to get too self-conscious, but well, it was hard with the dragon watching you so closely—especially as you were coating the slash on its face. If looks could kill, you’d have been dead a long time ago.

Once you finished up, you wiped your hands and stashed everything back in your bag once more. You walked over to the bundle of blood-soaked cloth sitting at the cave’s entrance and tossed each one outside along with the paste-covered ones, where the rain could batter down on them and hopefully wash away most of the substances stuck to them. You watched, for a moment, as watered-down blood trickled from the pieces of cloth in the rain, slowly running down the slope leading away from the cave. Then, you turned around and made your way over to your bag near the cave’s walls. After thinking for a little bit, you picked it up and headed back over to the dragon, plopping both your bag and yourself down a few meters away from it. Like this, you could feel a bit of the dragon’s warmth—enough to stave away the chills of the cave. You wondered if its body heat was naturally this intense or if it was just a result of its injuries. Either way, it didn’t growl at you or anything, so you counted that as a win.

“Y’know,” you spoke up after a few moments of just staring outside at the rain, your legs stretched out before you and your arms holding you up behind you. “I’m the only healer around here for miles. Lotsa people have come to me asking for help with their illnesses or injuries.” You scratched the side of your face as a brief flash of lightning lit up the darkness of the outside world. “I don’t mind; it’s kind of a duty I’ve taken on. But man, the stories I could tell you…”

You chanced another glance at the dragon; it was gazing at the drumming of the rain beyond the cave’s mouth. Though the way its ears flicked told you it was listening. You turned to look back out at the storm. “One time, this guy walked in—completely normal-looking, not a hair out of place—complaining about how his chest hurt. I do the usual rounds, checking him over and stuff, but I couldn’t find anything wrong. So I asked him some questions, and you know what he was suffering from?” You paused for dramatic effect, rolling your eyes as you recalled the memory. The dragon made a deep rumble, so you continued, “A broken heart. Like bud, I’m a healer, not a miracle worker.” You let out a sigh, a small smile tugging at your lips.

The dragon huffed out in what you would like to assume was an amused manner and you laughed. “That’s what I was like! Long story short, that’s how I met one of my closest friends—the one who mistook Nadirs for Zeniths. He wouldn’t leave me alone after that.”

You didn’t know how long you sat there, just recounting various stories of your healing escapades, but it was nice. You liked to think it was nice for the dragon too, for it didn’t really growl or bare its teeth at you as you talked. It was mostly silent, letting out the occasional huff or rumble at certain things you would say. You liked to think the dragon was slowly warming up to you, but well, did it have any choice with the both of you being stuck in a cave together?

The storm wasn’t showing any signs of letting up.

You found yourself standing at the cave’s entrance, arms crossed over your chest as you frowned out at the battering rain and dark cumulonimbus clouds that stagnated over the mountain. You still had no idea how much time had passed—you’d talked to the dragon and slept for a while, so you were assuming at least the night had gone by. Your clothes, while a bit cold, were thankfully dry from you likely staying close enough to the dragon for its warmth to somewhat dry you.

You sighed and turned around to trudge back to the dragon, its head lifting from the floor to watch as you plopped down next to your bag once more. You were starting to feel hungry; the last time you ate was… a while ago. A piece of bread for breakfast before you’d gone to Yuuei to visit Denki. And who knew how long ago that had been.

You dug around in your bag and pulled out the little wrapped pastry you’d gotten from Denki. Holding it in your hand, however… you knew you couldn’t eat it. A small groan left your lips, your hand coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose in disappointment.

It was rock hard. You shouldn’t have waited so long before eating it. Or, well, attempting to.

You glanced at the dragon. “You want this? I can’t eat it, it’s gotten too hard for my soft human teeth.” You scooted a bit closer to it so you could place the pastry on the floor near its head, then scooted back next to your bag, turning your body so you could face the dragon with your legs crossed.

The dragon eyed you for a moment then looked down at the solid pastry with an expression you couldn’t quite decipher. It glanced briefly back at you, then snorted out some smoke and turned its head away—but not before using one of the claws on its front foot to bat the pastry away. You raised an eyebrow at it, not that it could see.

“What? You don’t want it?” you asked, looking down at the lonely pastry that had rolled a few feet in your direction. It looked fine, other than the fact that it was harder than the very ground you sat on. You reached out and batted the pastry back at the dragon hard enough that it rolled into its front foot. “Come on, you could probably eat it with those sharp teeth of yours. It’ll go to waste otherwise.”

The dragon looked down and let out one of its rumbling growls before batting the pastry back at you. It rolled into your shin and you turned your head to squint your eyes at the dragon.

“I see what’s happening here,” you said suddenly, pointedly looking down at the pastry. You reached out to bat it back towards the dragon, but it let out a growl that only got louder the closer your hand got to the pastry. You sighed and threw your hands up in defeat. “Okay! Fine. I’ll just put it away then.”

You snatched up the pastry and shoved it back into your bag. You’d have to dispose of it later, if anything. The dragon huffed out some smoke as it watched you, then eventually rested its head back on its crossed legs in front of it as it stared out at the darkness of the storm. You observed it for a moment then sighed quietly and stuck your hand in your bag once more so you could rummage around in it and pull out your tiny journal. Might as well do some drawing. It wasn’t like you had anything else to do.

The pages of your journal were cool from being in your bag for so long. You thanked whatever deity above, yet again, that your bag was waterproof and prevented your hard work from getting soaked in all the rainwater. You shuffled some things around in it and eventually pulled out the little ink bottle and quill you’d also packed. Uncorking the bottle, you dipped the quill inside and flipped your journal open to a clean page.

You paused. You… weren’t sure what to draw, really.

But well—you briefly looked up at the dragon that was still watching the ongoing storm—you had a pretty obvious muse in front of you.

It was relaxing just being able to sit and sketch. It was something familiar and it brought you a modicum of peace that you didn’t know you’d needed. At least, drawing allowed you to take your mind off of the pounding rain and occasional burst of thunder. Though, it did prevent you from hearing the almost cathartic scratches your quill made against the paper. You couldn’t see all too well either, but the dim lighting was better than nothing.

Just as you were trying to figure out how to discern the shapes of the dragon’s wings from the shadows that encased them, it turned its head to look at you, ears twitching. You raised an eyebrow, noticing how the dragon huffed out some smoke and stared pointedly down at the journal in your lap. You thought you’d been pretty discreet with your sketching, but it seemed as though the dragon had noticed.

“Hm?” You raised an eyebrow when it let out a low growl and glanced down at your journal. Maybe it was just curious? You looked back up at the dragon, its glowing crimson eyes still looking at your book. “Oh, you wanna see? Sorry, I was bored and started sketching. Here.” You capped your ink bottle and put both it and the quill back in your bag before scooting closer to the dragon. You ignored the way its muscles tensed as you sat yourself close—but not too close—to its front legs. You held up your book slightly so you could show it the drawing. “It’s pretty rough, but I tried. I can’t see all too well either.”

The dragon lowered its head to look at the paper, hovering just above you. You tried not to shiver as its hot breath fanned out over your shoulder. Well, at least you’d be warmer. For now. “I can’t really see the shape of your wings, it’s too dark in here. Maybe if it gets lighter I can try again, I dunno.” You looked at the drawing. It wasn’t bad—at this point it was just a vague shape. You wanted to focus more on the markings that spanned the dragon’s body, but those would have to be saved for later.

You touched the ink on the page lightly to make sure it was dry, then flipped to the beginning of your journal so you could show the dragon the other things you had in it. You pointed to the different flora you’d drawn and explained the notes you’d written next to each. You were kind of surprised it was paying attention, but you supposed it was also pretty bored at this point.

“Oh! These are the Zenith flowers I’d mentioned”—you pointed to the cerulean petals you’d drawn in your book—“Ahh, man, you wouldn’t happen to know about any plateaus with these on them, would you?” You turned your head to look up and over your shoulder at the dragon. It snorted out smoke into your face. “I’ll take that as a no.”

You spent some time flipping through your book, then eventually somehow ended up telling it more stories of things that’d happened to you in the distant past. You scooched away from the dragon a bit so you could properly lay down on the floor with your arms crossed behind your head. If you stared up at the ceiling of the cave long enough, you could almost pretend you were looking up at the night sky, the glistening sheen of the rocks above reminding you faintly of glowing stars.

“You know, I’ve met my fair share of mythicals here and there. There was a time when I accidentally stumbled across a few fairies in the forest at the base of this mountain.” You turned your head to look at the dragon’s head that hovered in the air to your right. Crimson eyes slitted once you made eye contact with them. You continued on, “I uh, I didn’t really know that the fae were pretty… pretty mischievous,” you grimaced, “At that point I was a bit lost, so I was trying to get directions back into the village and they just—they just had me walking around in circles for hours. Hours!”

The dragon snorted at you and you squinted up at it. “Hey, it wasn’t my fault. And for your information, I eventually did find my way back. I just had to give them some of the leftovers I had in my bag and they told me the right way to go.” The dragon only made a low rumble in its chest. You rolled your eyes and yawned, making yourself more comfortable on the ground. You were starting to get a bit tired. “Yeah, whatever. At least they were fairies and not fuckin’, basilisks or some shit.”

You didn’t know how long you lay there, recounting tales, but you eventually turned your head back to look at the dragon only to see it had rested its head on the floor, asleep. You watched it for a moment—the steady rise and fall of its torso as it slept, the glimmer of its scales every time lightning struck, the markings that curved along its neck—then turned your head to look at the ceiling once more.

Man, you thought as you closed your eyes as well, what the fuck am I even doing?

The dragon had been asleep for… a very long time.

Of course, you couldn’t really keep track of just how much time had passed, but you were a bit… worried.

You’d woken up and spent a while just drawing or thinking. There was nothing to do in the cave and it was starting to wear you down mentally. You were growing antsy, and the way your stomach grumbled from time to time just made you grimace. You knew the human body could survive quite a while without food, so you weren’t too concerned unless the storm decided to linger for a few weeks—which you doubted would happen. It just wasn’t typical for this region. And you had water left in your canteen, and though you didn’t necessarily like it, you also had the storm’s rainwater at hand to keep your thirst at bay, so you weren’t worried about dying from dehydration either.

You just wondered how much longer you’d be stuck in the cave for. Sleeping was all you could do to help save energy and prevent yourself from ruminating too much on the hunger gnawing at your stomach. You’d already grabbed the relatively clean pieces of cloth from outside the cave too, wringing them out and folding them neatly to stack in a dry corner on the ground, so it wasn’t like you had anything else to do. The boredom was difficult, and the fact that the dragon was still asleep unfortunately meant that you couldn’t entertain yourself with it.

So you slept, and you drew, and you thought, and you paced, and you slept some more. It seemed like a never-ending cycle, broken only by the few occasions where you would walk up to the cave entrance to stare out at the dark storm. Until you suddenly realized that the dragon had not been awake at all in the times that you were also awake. Which made you wonder if it had been asleep the entire time.

You looked over at it slumbering away with its wings tucked over its long body. There was a slight snarl on its face that you hadn’t noticed before, fangs bared in its sleep. It made you pause and stand up to walk over to its head that rested on the cool floor. You crouched down and reached out a hand to gently touch the furrowed part of its face above its eyes. It felt warm, too warm, its scales gliding smoothly under your palm. You narrowed your eyes and hovered your hand over the wound near its eye.

It was hot.

Much hotter than before.

You cursed at the fact that the dim lighting of the cave didn’t allow you to properly see. The mush of the Zephyr stalks was still there, which wasn’t surprising as it wasn’t something that easily dissolved into the skin. But as you repositioned yourself and peered closer at the wound, you saw that the area around it looked… inflamed. Swollen. It was hard to tell with all the golden scales in the way. Shit. Were the salves ineffective for dragons? Did they only temporarily work? You didn’t know.

You jumped to your feet and ran over to the pile of damp cloth you’d set on the floor what seemed like ages ago. You grabbed a few, then thought it would probably be best to just take it all, so you gathered everything in your arms and rushed back over to the dragon. You plopped it all on the floor near its head, then used one of the pieces of cloth to gently wipe away the Zephyr mush from the dragon’s head wound. The moment it was gone, dark blood started dribbling down, running over your fingers. You cursed as a barely healed injury was revealed. It looked bright red if you squinted at it and inflamed as all hell. You leaned your head closer to it, sniffed, and almost immediately recoiled at the odor it was giving off. The fucking Zephyr stalks hadn’t worked. That, or the infection was just too strong.

“Fuck,” you forced out and scrabbled to press a clean piece of cloth to the dragon’s face to stop it from bleeding. The wounds had looked fine before you’d applied the Zephyr paste! What happened? “Fuck.” You bit your lower lip and piled on more cloth to press to the gash before you let go and reached out a hand to the dragon’s closed eye.

Gently, you pulled at its eyelid until you got it halfway over its eye. You could only see the whites of its sclera. You blew a little on it to see if it would induce a reaction, but it didn’t. You cursed again and let go. This was exactly what you’d been hoping to avoid. You weren’t an expert on dragons—you didn’t know if you should’ve done something differently to prevent this from happening or not. You didn’t know what you could do now to stop the infection—you didn’t have anything on you to deal with it. You’d already used the plants you’d gathered that you believed would’ve helped. Damnit.

You rubbed at your face roughly with your hands. It was likely that all of the dragon’s wounds were infected if its searing body temperature was any indication. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t… You… You swallowed thickly and looked down at your hands, flexing your fingers.

There was… something you could do.

You hadn’t wanted to do it before—it used up a lot of your energy even though it was so goddamn weak—but it seemed… It seemed like you had no choice now. If you didn’t do anything, the infection would only grow worse.

You made sure the wound on the dragon’s face was properly covered before you grabbed the bundle of cloth, stood up, and jogged over to its side that had the worst gash of them all—the one that ran from its shoulder to its mid-back. You worked quickly to wipe away the Zephyr mush, grimacing at the sight of the inflammation and the smell it was omitting, then did your best to staunch the bleeding.

Inhaling deeply, you raised your hands up to the wound, hovering your palms over it. You felt like you were warming your hands next to an open fire, the heat rolling in waves over your palms and your face. You concentrated for a moment before eventually your palms started to glow a warm honey color. It was faint, and flickered out from time to time, but if you focused, you could get it to remain consistent.

So you stood there, with your glowing palms against the dragon’s wound, and waited. And waited. And waited. Time seemed to pass by so slowly, yet so quickly, as you put everything into tending to the gash. You stood there for hours wondering if you were making any difference at all. You were starting to feel the effects of using your magic for so long, an exhaustion settling into your very bones. It pulled at your limbs, weighed heavily on your shoulders. You blinked slowly, wanting nothing more but to sit down and sleep. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t.

You didn’t know how long you concentrated on that wound for, but eventually you forced yourself to stop to observe the progress you’d made. The bleeding had stopped, thankfully, and it seemed like some of the swelling had gone down. It was nowhere close to being healed completely, but you had to move on to the other injuries. You rubbed at your eyes as you rounded the dragon to tend to the gash on its other side, by its hind leg. You were quick in wiping off the mush and hovering your palms over it to let the light seep inside.

And thus, the process was restarted. You stood there until your legs started to shake and your arms trembled with the effort to keep them up. Your vision was starting to blur out. You had to blink quite a few times to try to clear it up, but it was still fading in and out. You were almost at your limit. Just a bit more—

Your knees buckled. You fell backwards, eyes fluttering shut as you barely had enough time to twist yourself to the side to prevent yourself from hitting your head. Even so, you’d already crumpled into a heap, blacked out before you’d even fully landed on the ground.

When you woke up again, it took you a few moments to reorient yourself.

You slowly sat up, rubbing at your shoulder as you blinked away the dark spots and looked around. You still felt tired, but at least you weren’t on the verge of passing out again. You shuffled to your feet and walked over to peer at the dragon’s face. It was still sleeping. You sighed. You had a lot of work to do.

You cycled back and forth between sleeping and tending to the dragon’s injuries for what felt like days. The lack of food was hard, and there was only so much energy you could replenish by sleeping, but you did your best. You managed to stop the infection at the hind leg before you moved on to the dragon’s wings. Those were a bit harder to reach since they were gingerly tucked above its body. You had to climb a bit onto the dragon to reach some parts and hoped that it wouldn’t move or wake up anytime soon. You didn’t particularly feel like getting abruptly tossed to the floor.

Once you finished on the wings—which forced you to sleep quite a few times in between—you went back to the deep gash on its side to work on that some more. You started to feel like you had a perpetual burn to your eyes, no matter how much sleep you got. Your stomach hurt from time to time, but you learned to ignore it. There were a few instances where you wondered if stepping out into the rain would help you stay awake, but you figured it wouldn’t be worth the soggy clothes.

As you moved down the gash, nearing the dragon’s mid-back, you felt it shift beneath your hands. You froze and watched as the muscles along its back tensed and rolled. Your head snapped to the side, eyes moving to watch as the dragon raised its head slowly up from the ground. It was awake. Finally.

“Oh good,” you rasped out, then cringed at how dead your voice sounded. You cleared your throat as the dragon swiveled its head around so it could look at you standing by its back. “You’re—”

Before you could even process what was happening, the dragon let out a loud snarl. You jumped as it snapped its jaw dangerously close to you and twisted its body away in a motion that made you cringe due to its tender wounds. You found yourself stumbling forward a bit, eyes wide as you darted them up to look at the dragon in confusion and surprise. It was glaring at your hands, teeth bared at you threateningly as the golden spikes on its back bristled in anger. A low rumble erupted from its chest, mixing with the sounds of rain and thunder from outside.

“Whoa! Easy!” You raised your hands up in the sign for surrender and immediately let the light die out from your palms. “I’m not gonna hurt you I promise!”

When all it did was continue to glare and growl, you tentatively activated your magic again, letting the warm, honey glow light up the space between you. It snarled, but otherwise just watched you. “Look, see?” You waved your hands around and passed it over your arms and stomach. “It’s not hurting me.” You didn’t dare mention the fact that your magic had no effect on you. “It’s healing magic—very weak healing magic. You ah”—you swallowed thickly—“you were out cold for a while. Your wounds were infected. I had to um, use it to help you.”

The dragon let out a low rumble, eyes still narrowed at your hands. You let the light die out once more and tried not to let the exasperation bleed through your voice. “Come on, I’ve been taking care of your wounds all this time. Do you really think I’d harm you after that?”

Maybe it was your words, maybe it was the look on your face—the tone of your voice. But eventually, it stopped its growling and exhaled a plume of smoke. You waved the cloud away with a hand and had to suppress a sigh of relief when the dragon made a deep clicking sound and shifted to resume its previous position near you. “Thank you. Now stay still, I’m trying to stop the infection in this wound.”

Once it settled down, you took in a deep breath and stepped closer, concentrating to get your magic up and running again. You hovered your glowing hands above the wound and focused. As you did, you were acutely aware of the dragon watching you, but eventually it seemed to get tired and turned its head back around so it could rest on the ground. You didn’t blame it—if your body was fighting infections this bad you’d probably get exhausted too.

You started to feel the deep, deep weariness settle in your bones again from using your magic so extensively. You did your best to keep yourself going—you didn’t have much more to work on, after all. You could probably finish this large wound and then tackle the one on its head a bit before you collapsed.

And that you did. You finished up at the dragon’s mid-back, then shuffled around it to its head that was still laying on the ground. It opened its eyes when you got near and started to rise, but you flapped a hand at it. “No, no, it’s fine, keep your head on the floor. It’ll make my life easier.” It did as told with a little huff and you smiled faintly as you sat yourself on the ground to its right and reached your hands out to the wound near its right eye.

Being so close to its face was a bit unnerving, seeing that the dragon did nothing but stare directly at you the entire time. You focused your attention mostly on the wound, but you couldn’t help the goosebumps. It felt like the dragon was trying to bore right through you with its stare, not relenting in any least bit. It made you feel a bit self-conscious—you knew you looked like shit from being in the cave for so long and for using your magic practically nonstop.

You were just so tired. You exhaled and moved your gaze away from the wound so you could look into the dragon’s right eye—the only one you could see from your position. “Are we cool?” The way it had reacted before was still making you feel a bit uneasy. You thought you’d been doing pretty well with getting on good terms with the dragon, but now you weren’t sure anymore. It blinked slowly at you and you continued, “Like, you know I’m here to help you, right? You clearly can’t do it yourself.” It made an aggravated sound that had you rolling your eyes. “Yeah, frustrating, I know, but I’d still appreciate it if, y’know, you didn’t bite my head off for trying to heal you.”

The dragon was quiet for a short moment. Then it snorted out some more smoke and made a rumbling sound at your words. You smiled weakly at it and focused back on healing its wound. You’d take that as a yes.

You were laying on the floor, taking a break between healing sessions, when a sudden thought occurred to you that made you slowly sit up.

“Got a name or do I have to keep calling you ‘the dragon’ in my head?”

The dragon turned its head to look at you, a huff of that caramel-scented smoke leaving its nose that fanned over your head. You looked at it as well, an inquisitive hum caught in your throat. “Well, yeah I guess you can’t really tell me, huh?” Another huff. You waved your hand in the air to dissipate the grey smoke, then used the same hand to rub your chin thoughtfully. You snapped your fingers together. “What if I just give you a nickname? Whaddya think?”

This time it snorted and you grinned as it turned its head to watch the slowly lightening storm outside, the sky turning from an inky black color to a more grey one—a relief, considering the fact that it meant you’d be out of here soon. You couldn’t wait to be back at your little cottage. You really needed something to eat and a good night’s rest in a bed that wasn’t rock hard.

You hummed as you thought up a few names on the spot. “Okay… how about… Goldie?” It let out a huff and looked at you with an almost offended expression on its face. You grinned at it again. “Not a fan? Aurem, maybe? No? Hmm…” You trailed off thoughtfully as you tapped your index finger against your chin. “Saphira? Eragon? Ah, you’re so picky!” The dragon kept huffing out smoke at your face, its teeth bared at you in displeasure. “I’m doing my best here! Okay uh…” You had to suppress a smirk as you said, “Widdol dwagon baby?”

You made a sound between a yelp and a laugh as the dragon snapped its jaw close to your head, making you slide to the side slightly so you could avoid its sharp teeth. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I think I might off myself if I had to call you that all day.” It let out a snort and retreated, which allowed you to resume your previous position. “Let’s see… Hmm…” This was really difficult, actually. It didn’t help that the dragon was so goddamn hard to please. “Smokey? What, you’re always huffing smoke at me, don’t blame me for offering it!” You rolled your eyes when the dragon made a deep clicking sound. “Uhh… Lord Explosion Murder? Bitch that was a joke, I am not calling you that!”

The dragon had cocked its head thoughtfully when you’d said the prior name, but at your admission it huffed again. You threw up your hands in defeat then plopped yourself back down to lay on the cool cave floor. “Well I’m all out of ideas.”

You stared up at the ceiling of the cave as the dragon puffed out smoke that rolled over your body like a wave. There was a moment where all you could hear was the steady pounding of rain from outside and the faint rumbles of thunder. Then, there was a tapping sound—like something sharp clicking against something rough and hard. You blinked when the tapping shifted into a terrible grating noise. You raised your head and curiously watched as the dragon used a claw on its front foot to scratch at the cave floor. Hmm.

You sat up and scooted closer to the dragon so you could peek at what it was doing. It was still pretty dark in the cave, but the lightening clouds at least allowed you to see better than you had when the storm first started. You tilted your head and squinted at the ground as it finished scratching at it and waited for you to read what it wrote.

“Oh!” You blinked and turned your head to look up at the dragon’s face. “Bakugo? That’s your name?” Who knew dragons could read and write…

Bakugo made a deep sound and snorted a puff of smoke directly into your face as though to say well, duh. You waved it away and gave him a grin along with your name. “Nice to officially meet you.

in another universe, he's not a dragon but a....

part two

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kittywritessmut · 2 years

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Don’t cry princess - Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

Entails: porn with a bit of plot, jealousy, sex, heavy making out, confusion, rough sex, man handling, cream pie, profanities, use of nicknames (princess, daddy, whore and slut).

Your pov:

You sat in a circle, surrounded by fellow members of the bakusquad. Mina had her arms slung around your shoulder, Kaminari was failing at an arm wrestle against Sero and Kirishima and Bakugou were trying to fix dinner for you all.

“Hey (y/n)? Wanna play kmf?” Mina tilted her head and pulled you closer.

“What does that stand for?” You ask looking around at everyone.

“Kiss, marry, fuck” Mina says with a smirk.

“You guys are playing that? I wanna playyy” Kaminari whined massaging his arm.

“Sure, do you also wanna play Sero?” Mina asks with a chuckle situated at the end of her sentence.

“Of course, constantly beating Denki is you know, getting a bit to easy ha” Sero chuckles.

Kaminari shoots a dirty look at Sero, they both scoot closer to you and Mina.

“Alright, I’ll go first. (Y/n) kmf, Bakugou, Midoriya and um Todoroki?” Mina says with a smirk as she looks at you.

A blush covers your face, you scope out the surroundings making sure that Bakugou was out of the area.

“Um kiss Midoriya, marry um Todoroki and uh…” You look around “Fuck Bakugou..” You say cautiously with your eyes closed.

“The fuck did you say?” Your heart dropped to your stomach when you heard Bakugou’s voice.

You opened your eyes to see the angry blonde towering over you. Mina, Sero and Denki chuckled, covering their mouths to avoid being yelled at by the blonde.

“U-um..I..” You we’re stopped with the angry male yanking you upwards by your arm.

Bakugou pulled you into the bathroom, locking the door behind you both. He put both muscular arms next to your head, trapping you.

“The fuck did you say you’d do to me?” Bakugou snarled moving closer to you. His warm breath fanning your neck.

“I-I said I would um fuck you..” You looked away in embarrassment.

“And were you lying princess?” His crimson eyes looking deep into your soul.

You felt heat pooling in your sex, clenching your thighs together to create friction. Your face was a deep red and your breathing had become heavier.

“No it..it wasn’t a lie..Katsuki” You mumble looking away from him.

He pulls you to face him, his lips plastered in a shit eating grin. A soft dust of pink on his cheeks and a recognisable erection.

“That’s daddy to you princess, understand?” He brings his hands to your waist pulling your pelvis to him, rutting his erection against you.

You nod nervously and grip his shoulders with shaky hands.

“So princess, do you want daddy to fuck you?” Bakugou purrs and grabs your chin with one of his hands, tilting it towards his face.

“Y-yes please daddy” You whimper and part your lips slightly.

Katsuki chuckles and smashes his lips against yours. His tongue licks your lips, asking for permission. Once you part your lips, his tongue instantly explores every cavern of your mouth. His hands fumble on your jacket, quickly unzipping it. Only for him to find you in nothing but a crop top. Your pebbled nipples showing through the fabric.

“Fuckkkkk princess, no bra?” He groans, his pants tightening as he feels precum staining his boxers.

He moans and begins to need at your breasts. You let out a soft groan and begin to unbuckle his belt and then unzip his jeans. He chuckles and bites his lip. He then proceeds to lift up your (f/c) skirt. He lets out a loud gulp as he sees you wearing (f/c) panties.

“Fuck princess…holy fuck” He moans feeling his climax near, just from looking at you.

Your hands fly to your womanhood. Trying to cover up your dripping sex. He snarled at your hands covering you up, pulling them away.

“Princess you’re beautiful” He lets out a wonton moan and rubs himself through his boxers. A wet patch forming in his already stained boxers. You bit your lip and hook your fingers on the top of his boxers. With a light tug you pull them down, his dick slapping against his toned stomach, pre cum leaking down his tip. You observed his leaky mushroom tip and the serval veins pulsating on his thick dick. He hiked both of your legs onto his waist. He pecked your check before hiking both your legs up, placing them on his hip bone. His pulsating dick leaking with pre cum so close to your dripping sex.

“Princess- fuck- I need to put it in now” He groans sliding his dick between your slick folds. Both of your juices mixing together.

“B-but…daddy it’s too big” You tremble and dig your nails into his muscular shoulders.

He moaned rutting himself against your wet folds. You groaned as he rocked his tip against your clit.

“Fuck daddy…just put it in” You moan, slick starting to run down the curve of your ass.

Katsuki chuckled and pressed the tip against your dripping hole. With a snap of his hips. His dick was buried in your tight hole. Your gummy walls squeezing his dick. He sucks in a breath and tosses his head back. His dick settled at your cervix, his dick shaping the inside of your cunt. After a while he began to bottom out, his hips rutting into you like a dog in heat.

You were both covered in sweat, moaning like pornstars into each other’s mouths. His hand slid down to your clit, rubbing messy circles. You felt the coil in your stomach snap, tossing your head back. Your gummy walls milking his dick. You let out a string of moans and look into Katsuki lust blown crimson eyes.

“F-fuck tryna milk my dick huh? Want my cum inside you slut?” Katsuki snickers and picks up his pace.

You nod, to overstimulated to speak a word, all you could do was moan and grip his shoulders, leaving dents of your nails. Katsuki’s eyelids flutter and with a sharp snap of his hips, he came. His tip kissing your cervix, his cum filling you too the brim.

“Holy...holy fuck” Katsuki pants and slides out of you, cum dribbling down your leg.

He gets toilet paper and cleans the both of you up. He peppers kisses all over your face.

“How are you feeling princess?” Katsuki cups your cheeks, and he looks into your beautiful e/c eyes.

“Great..” You pant, a light chuckle at the end of the word. You lean into his hands.

You’re about to have a sweet kiss when a knock on the door startles you both.

“Guyssss I know you were fucking...I just really need to pee”

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tootiecakes234 · 5 months

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Warnings: cheating Katsuki (not on you tho, but with you, eventual smut next part)

Bakugo’s POV

I hate her. I hate her, yet she’s always around. She’s raccoon eyes’ best friend so that means she at every party, every hang out, and every sleepover. I can’t fucking escape her.

She’s so goddamn annoying. Always starting up conversations with me about shit I don’t care about. She laughs at the shit I say, but I’m not being funny, I’m being deadass serious. And don’t get me started on the way she laughs. She does it with her entire body and it’s loud too. Pisses me off so bad.

She’s a problem for me because the more I hang out with her, the more I can’t stop thinking about her.

I have a girlfriend. A great fucking girlfriend. She’s sweet, too sweet to be dating me, and kind. Probably the most thoughtful person I’ve ever met, so explain to me why when I’m with her and I’m thinking about Y/N. She’s literally invading my waking thoughts as well as my dreams.

I’ve tried distancing myself from her and being more of a jackass hoping she’d get fed up and just leave me the hell alone but nothing works and I’m running out of options.

We were having a movie night at Kaminari’s apartment tonight. I was in the kitchen cooking dinner, by myself, the way I prefer it.

“Heeey. How’s it going Kit Kat”, she was all cheeks and smiles

“I told you to stop fucking calling me that you idiot.”

“But it’s the cutest nickname I can think of. You have any other suggestions??”, she looked at me like she was being serious.

I turned to her, giving her my full attention so she knew I was being serious, “Bakugo. You can call me Bakugo like everybody else.

“Your friends don’t call you Bakugo, they all call you Katsuki.”, the insane woman still had a warm smile sitting on her lips. There was also a really shiny lipgloss on them too. Did it have sparkles in it? Why did her lips look so-

“Hello?? Are you ok?” She started walking towards me.

“I’m fucking fine. I’d be better if you got the hell outta here.”, why the hell was she even in here. “ and yea my friends call me Katsuki, you’re not MY friend. You’re Mina’s friend. Speaking of which don’t you need to get back to her.” The last part came out more grumbled than firm the way I meant it to.

“No, she’s flirting with Eiji rn and I don’t wanna be a third wheel. Well I guess a fourth wheel cuz Denki is third wheeling.” Apparently she thought that was funny because she started chuckling to herself.

Her hair was all wild, framing her face and her cheeks… fuck me I don’t know what it is about her cheeks plumping up when she smiles or laughs.

“Well then go be a fourth wheel or whatever the hell. I’m cooking and I don’t like other people in my kitchen.”

“Your gf usually sits with you in here. Speaking of where is she? I haven’t seen her in forever and we need to catch up . She always gives the best gossip on you.”

“She had other shit to do and what kind of gossip does she tell about me???!”

“ oh nothing really”, she leaned over on the counter and her fucking tits were smooshed in between her arms.

“For the love of god can you please just get the fuck away from me?! How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t like you. I don’t wanna be your shitty friend or listen to whatever the hell it is you constitute as jokes. Just get the fuck out!”, that last part was a hell of a lot louder than I expected it to be.

That’s when the tear fell. What the hell had I done?

She reached up quickly and wiped it away.

“Hey, why are you yelling at her like that you jackass? Y/N are you ok?”, Mina was the first one in the kitchen. And the rest of them followed suit. All asking question I didn’t have answers to.

“You guys I’m fine. Really. We all know how he gets when he’s cooking. Let’s just go back in the living room and let him finish.”, she smiled again but it didn’t reach her eyes. Damn it all to hell I felt like worst person to ever exist.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”, Mina asked her again as everyone started retreating the the living room.

I wasn’t able to hear her answer. I tried to put the whole thing outta my head and finish what I was doing but I couldn’t. It kept replaying in my head.

My phone brought be back to the present. Who the heel was calling me? When I looked down at the contact my girlfriend’s name was sitting there. Perfect fucking timing.

“Hello”

“Hey baby. What are you up to”, she sounded giddy.

“Im finishing up dinner, where are you?”

“On the way back my friends house. We are having a slumber party.”, he words were a little slurred.

“So I guess you guys have already started drinkin.”

“Haha yep.”, I heard someone in the background telling her to get off the phone. No boy calls at girls night. “Well I gotta go doll. My friends are getting upset with me. Love you!”

She hung up before I could even say it back. Women.

I had everything ready to go now, so I went out to tell the idiots it was time to eat.

She was gone.

“Is Y/N in the bathroom or something??”

Mina looked at me like she was ready to murder me, “ no she left. You yelled at her and hurt her feelings and she didn’t wanna stay. We tried to convince her.”

“Yea bro I think she was about to start crying. Why’d you yell at her like that?”, Eijirou said.

“She’s so cool. I don’t know why you don’t like her. You’ve been mean to her since she started hanging out with us.”, Denki chimed in

“Mina send me her address.” I grabbed my keys and started heading for the door.

“Why would I do that when she’s upset with you? You gonna go over there and yell at her some more cuz let me tell you-“

“I’m going to fucking apologize, so just send me the goddamn address.”

I got in my car and started driving. What the hell was I doing? Why am I going over here? I could give a rats ass about hurting someone’s feelings but here I am with my GPS on looking for her apartment building.

I got up to her door and paused because I knew that I should turn around. I knew I should just let the whole thing blow over but like the idiot I am, my hand starts banging on her front door.

I hear muffled through the door, “coming”

She opened the door and looked at my face. Had my foot not been in the door, she would’ve slammed it close.

“Move your foot before I stomp the shit out of it.”

I could feel the smirk pulling at my lips, “these are steal toe boots. I’d like to see you try.”, I told her.

“What do you want Bakugo? Why are you paying unwanted visits to my house? How did you even get my goddamn address?”, she looked disgusted with me. That’s fair. Also didn’t miss that she was calling me by my last name.

“Mina gave me your address. I’m coming to bring your back.”,

Part 2

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