#fem villain deku

[cheese-doorstop48]

A bunch of random (MHA) doodles/sketches I haven't shared on here!! 💕

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[imagination-mess]

Villain Deku X Fem!Reader

*Implied sexual activities*

The thought of Midoriya is realizing how hard he has fallen for you despite being the one who make the rule of no-strings-attached on having sex years ago, It doesn’t help that his son sees you as his mother, but aren't blood-related. It pulls his cold-blooded heartstrings at seeing the sight.

Tsukaka always follows you around like a duckling whenever he wasn't at the base since a toddler.

Even though, you were a terrifying person could be evil like them. You were fairly patient with his son who would ramble off about his interest. A habit that the boy has gotten from him knows could be irritating to others. Surprisingly, you listen and ask him questions about what he had said, showing you were listening to him. 

Tsukasa loves you so much that he asked for his 8th birthday. A gift that wasn’t for him, but for you. A quirk that will prevent you from dying. He knows the reason why because there was an incident that could have killed you. You took a blow for Midoriya when he was beyond exhausted and claimed “Tsukasa still needs his father.” behind your actions. You are risking your life for him. 

You love him as much as his son does. More often than not, if Tsukasa wasn't in trouble, he was with you regardless of what you are doing. 

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[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

I NEED IT! I NEED SOME OF IT!!!

vigilante deku and villain reader please pleasee thank youu 👉👈

NAJSKDHBSJD OFC OMGG I HAVE JUST THE THOUGHT :D

Masterlist <3

Warning: mentions of attempted assault...

Vigilante!Izuku x Villain!Reader

The greenette had been all over the news lately. Of course he has. He's always had a flare for the dramatic.

You, on the other hand, were a little different. You liked to keep yourself free of public attention.

The two of you were just so fundamentally different, that it's just genuinely difficult for you to imagine anything going on between you and him, despite how much he likes to tease and follow you around like a lost puppy.

At least your causes weren't that different though.

He had turned away the chance to become a hero because the title no longer meant anything. It no longer held the same wonder and prestige that it did.

The former heroes are powerless against the government, and law by law, their freedom has been stripped away, taking the magic away from what being a hero once was.

He wanted the freedom to actually be a real hero, without the threat of lawsuit, or the government officials breathing down his neck. He wasn't interested in going to dinner parties with rich snobs, or enforcing laws that were made to be weaponised against groups of innocent citizens.

Everywhere he turned, there was inequality and injustice, from women's rights being taken away, to the demonisation of the poor. He was sick of only being a hero to the rich man. So he turned his back on the legality, because the laws were wrong. He even had AllMight's blessing. He had built a fanbase. The people loved him. You love him.

But you weren't doing this for any greater cause. You were just fucking sick of living in poverty and being spat on by the public and the government. You had been labelled a villain.

Although, the main factor that lead to this label was the evidence provided in court after you had murdered two men in an alley while walking home from work in the dark.

You were a little more than just different from Izuku.

He wanted to save lives. You were okay with cutting them short.

Although the circumstances were very much "kill or be killed" at the time, the law still sees you as a murderer first, and a victim second. So you had ran away from everything. You couldn't get a job, thanks to the fact that you were now a fugitive, and so you had taken to robbing banks, and big industry stores.

At least you had an ethical code though. No stealing from charities, small businesses, or the elderly or disabled. You were completely okay with robbing the dick dressed in an ironed and dry cleaned suit who had just verbally assaulted a homeless man, though.

When Izuku saw this, he laughed, and said "Power to you..."

Don't you just love a feminist man.

You and this fluffy haired, skinny boy had hung out after that for a while, and he had fallen head over heels with you. You were obsessed too, but you weren't sure if you were good enough for him. You had continuously been disadvantaged, and you didn't want to be his disadvantage.

You just couldn't take it.

But he just won't stop bugging you!

Jesus Christ, it's honestly like travelling around with a five year old on a sugar high.

"Pleaaase will you date me? What about now?

"No."

"What about now?"

"No."

"Okay... What about... Nnnnnow-"

"Oh for crying out loud!!"

He was really starting to wear you down, and to be honest, it's hard to say no so many times to something you want so bad. Something that's right there...

"Fine! I'll fucking date you okay? Now shut your stupid face, or I'll shoot that stupidly good looking face off your face!"

He shut up alright. It's pretty hard to talk to someone while your smashing your lips against theirs. You're sure not even the great Deku could do that.

It's like the day chooses this perfect moment to brighten, and the sun comes out from the clouds making a previously, dark and lonely looking street brighten up and transform.

Your eyes widen as he grabs both sides of your face, biting your lip and pushing his tongue into your mouth to woo you. What an idiot. How is this working? The tenseness in your shoulders loosens and you relax as you allow yourself to lean into a kiss that's actually... quite good. How does this little nerd kiss so good?

When he pulls away to smirk at you teasingly, only pressing another quick peck to your lips, he winks at you, one of his hands lowering to your waist while you sigh, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

"So... Go team?"

He snorts and buries a hand in your hair, happy that he can finally stop chasing you, and have you as his own now.

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[gglitch1dd]

Hello how would villain deku be like with a fem reader that has adhd?

So I do not personally have ADHD (as far as I'm aware. I really don't know to be honest) but after some research and talking to some friends, I hope this fulfills your request and it isn't offensive in any means.

Note: Villain Deku, Speeding!, talks of taking medication, Deku just being head over heels in love with his baby.

Well lovely anon,

Izuku would find you the most precious being in existence, villain or not. He is already a pretty organized person in terms of his work, notes and most of his items but only when he's working. Outside of work, he's pretty disorganised and all over the place too so he knows how it feels to feel like your life is all over the place.

If the two of you were in a meeting with some of his men or the league, he would hand you his knife if you were fidgety. In hindsight, this is probably a bad idea. No one in their right mind would hand someone who's constantly moving and shifting in focus and in physicality a knife. Luckily for you, Izuku isn't in his right mind half the time that and he thinks you're hot with a knife in your hands. By the end of the meeting you've mastered twirling his knife in your hands or pulling it out with efficiency ready to stab anyone who ends up near you.

Now Izuku knows how much ADHD can effect you especially if you are studying or working. He knows sometimes it feels like nothing is working, you can't focus and everything isn't adding up.

Izuku is the type of man to sit with you and let you rant and express your emotions. He would help you in every little way he can, noting down everything that distracts you, noticing the times you are most productive, experimenting on the perfect conditions for you to work in.

One of the many things he has done is put your desk in his study. He would help bring you back to your tasks in front of you or just help you in whatever capacity he is able to and if he can't, he'll do his damn hardest to find a way to do so.

Now, if you get random impulses to do something crazy, Villain Izuku is all up for it.

"Izy..." You started looking down at him from behind his cushioned leather chair. It was late into the night and Midoriya was sending emails to many of his men around the country.

"Hm?" He asked. Despite what it looked like, with his eyes fixated on the screen in front of him, Izuku was listening to you. He always gave you his attention.

You moved to sit on his desk beside his work space. "Can I drive one of your cars!"

Midoriya was motionless for a moment. He turned to look up at you. "Hm..." He hummed. He spun his chair to face you as he thought. He tapped his chin inquisitively. "As long..." He started. "As I can come too and we need to make a pit stop." He lifted up two finger to emphasize his point of having two conditions.

You nodded your head excitedly, bouncing in your seat atop his desk. With a gleam in his eyes you knew that whatever was to happen you were going to be in for another thrilling experience, because that's just how being in a relationship with him was like.

That is exactly how you found yourself driving way past the speed limit through the streets of late night streets of the city that were barely occupied. Your hand was on the steering wheel, your eyes wide as you drifted the car to the right.

Midoriya had a bright expression on his face. Loud amused laughter echoing through the car as he held his milkshake and fries from MacDonalds (the pit stop he wanted to make. Mans was hungry).

The two of you would totally just have endless fun, drifting around and speeding in residential areas just for the thrill of it. Until it would become a police chase and Midoriya is behind the wheel. Flipping off the cops, it would end up with the two of you having to drive to another precinct (in order to have the cops stop following you) and hiding down low in one of Midoriya's many safe houses.

Life with him is always an adventure. Whether literal or figurative. If one minute you're playing games on your phone or the next the both of you are playing Jenga, you best believe he's taking it in stride.

Now in all seriousness, he would tell you like clockwork, when it was time to take your meds, If you had any. He had a timer on his phone set for it. No matter what he was doing, which was pretty sweet... Until you see your boyfriend on national television grab the nearest media camera with blackwhip (all while running from Dynamight), look deep into the camera, his eyes dialing down on the psychotic gleam they would get when he fought proheroes. He would be like:

"Dumpling, it's time for you to take your meds. There's a bottle of water in the fridge. See you at dinner." He would blow a kiss at the camera, give it back to the camera man unscathed and continue to run from ProHero Dynamight's explosions like it was the most normal thing.

He's just in love, that's all. He's not crazy.

Okay he is crazy. Psychotic according to some, but he just really puts you first before anything else.

At moments where everything seems like its piling on top of you, or you feel as though life is unfair and you wish it was simpler, Izuku would always make sure to hold you tight and assure you that he loves you just how you are. With everything about you, because that's just the type of man he is. Villain or not.

-Glitch1d

<My Izuku Midoriya Masterlist>

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[thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight]

Do u know the ”i chose my path you chose the way of a hero. And they found you amusing for a while…” etc tiktok sound. Or it’s from spiderman originally.

So. What if someone has a quirk that they can show the futute to class 1a and maybe all might. And they see y/n actually saying it to someone. Maybe deku?So he has turned to villain. What would class 1a/teachers think? And what would be the reason y/n did it?🫣

If you want to do character x reader you can choose who.

Interesting prompt! Hope this suits your needs:

𝔈𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔪𝔞

[Class 1-A x reader (no romance)]

Warning: mentions of blood and injury.

Enigma.

He was a mysterious villain that showed up out of no where years ago.

Many theorized that he was the man behind strange and sudden disappearances of random civilians. None of them had anything in common, but they were all killed in a similar fashion. Quick and painless.

More so you.

No one knew who he was or what kind of quirk he possessed, but what they did know was that he wanted Deku and you dead.

You were his main target.

You had to have body guards follow you around everywhere you went.

You were unable to attend your normal classes.

There had been multiple times in the last few weeks when you'd hear a loud bang and immediately duck to hide. You didn't wonder where the shooting was coming from, you knew it was Enigma, trying to take you out from wherever he hid.

The only person you had was Deku, as you two decided to stay close and support each other. It wasn't easy, but you both tried to be as positive as you could.

You'd often catch Deku muttering to himself possible theories as of to why you two could possibly be the main targets. If you had stopped villains that he had connections with, if there was something of yours he'd want...so many theories, not enough answers.

He never seemed to get anywhere.

Eventually, the pros caught Enigma. It was all over the news. Reporters immediately rushed to the scene to get answers. Everyone wanted an explanation.

Though students weren't authoritized to witness villain questioning, they made an exception for your class. You all stood safely behind pro heroes such as All Might, Aizawa, and Present Mic.

There he sat, tied up in a chair. Though he studied everyone in the room, he refused to make eye contact with you or Deku. Almost like he was disgusted by you.

Aizawa was the first one to speak, "Do you want to try to explain yourself?"

Enigma stayed silent.

Beside you, Iida stepped forward, "Are you not going to say anything? You can't back out now! Explain why you tried to kill my classmates!"

"It's not about what they've done." His voice was low and gravely. He spoke quietly, yet that one sentence alone managed to silence everyone.

Ochaco tried to calm Iida down, but all it did was fire him up more, "You've stalked them, terrorized them, and tried to murder them, yet when confronted you can't at least speak to them? Explain yourself villain! What could they possibly have done to deserve this?!"

"You are all doomed if you don't let me kill them...doomed, I tell you."

Enigma didn't respond.

"Why would we be doomed?" Aizawa's voice was calm. He didn't seem to take Enigma's words seriously.

"Yeah, is there something we don't know?" Present Mic pushed.

Aizawa tried a different approach, "What's your quirk?"

"Honest eye...whenever I look at someone, I know exactly who they are and what they'll become."

"Is that why you kill?"

"You should thank me. I cleared out the majority of potential future villains."

If Enigma only killed people who would grow to become terrible people, then...

A chill ran down your spine. Could it really have been true? Had this man been saving everyone?

There had been a popular question that had always been debated; If you could go back in time and kill an evil person while they were just a baby, would you?

The whole idea behind it was that there was no real right answer.

Some saying they would to save everyone.

Some saying they wouldn't because they fear the consequences it could bring.

Thankfully, no one ever had to think about it for too long because it was impossible to do. No one ever had to make that decision.

But Enigma did.

He faced that decision everytime he looked at someone.

You wondered what his victims would've grown up to do had he not stopped them.

Had he made the right choice?

As you wondered about his past targets, you began to wonder about yourself.

"You're doomed," Enigma sang, "doomed, doomed, doomed."

"What did you see in your vision?" Aizawa asked. For the first time during this whole questioning, your mentor actually seemed...slightly worried.

"Cities destroyed. Lives lost. All at the hands of two of your students."

"Young Y/N and Midoryia?" All Might gasped. "No, that's impossible."

A few chuckles were heard, followed by amused whispers.

"Oh please, as if Deku could do any of that." Bakugou scoffed, "He'd break all of his bones, blow up, and die before he'd ever get the chance to kill anyone."

"Very helpful, Kacchan." Deku muttered.

"Do you think this is a joke?"

Everyone went silent.

"Do you think this is funny? The sights I've seen? Oh yes, let's laugh at the crazy man. None of you ever listen." Enigma writhed in his seat, "Let's see if you all start laughing once you see this."

A giant eye materialized before you. Aizawa went to use his quirk, but All Might stopped him.

"Look..."

The eye blinked, and inside you could all see a vision. Enigma's vision.

You circled him, looking at him as if he were a kicked puppy, "Oh get up, Deku. Don't tell me you're already tapped out."

Crumbling buildings, foggy skies. At the center of this horror landscape, lied you and Deku.

Deku sat, his back rested against a rock. He held onto his side in pain, blood spilling from between his fingers as he tried to even out his breathing.

Deku tried to stand on his wobbly feet, his breaths short and shallow. "It's not too late to change. You don't have to keep doing this."

"I chose my path and you chose yours. There's no going back. Why do you even bother? Isn't it tiring always having to be the good guy?" You swept a foot underneath Deku's, and he fell to the floor. "Poor little hero...all alone... with no love or support. The people you're saving aren't even greatful."

"You don't know that."

"Oh but I do. I'm sure your fans found you amusing for awhile...but the one thing they love more than a hero, is to see a hero fall."

"That's not true–" You kicked him in the stomach.

"You've seen how quickly the crowd turns against the heroes. How easily their minds can be changed. What makes you the exception?" You kneeled down, grabbing a fistful of Deku's messy hair. You lifted his head, staring him dead in the eyes, "In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they'll hate you. Remember that." You dropped his head, letting it land against the cement.

You stepped away, off to who knows where before Deku spoke up, "Will the League...really...make things better?"

You smiled, "Of course."

"I'm in."

The vision ended.

Silence.

"Not so funny now, is it?" Enigma laughed. And he laughed. And he laughed. And he laughed so loud that it was all you could focus on.

You don't remember being pushed out of the room.

You don't remember all of your friends arguing about whether or not the vision was true.

You don't remember Deku avoiding you for the rest of the day.

You just remember Enigma's laughs,

And his promises of the inevitable doom you would bring.

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[queentheweeb]

Villain Izuku X Shy Female Reader

A/N: Izuku is basically Shigaraki but, with more connections and power

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You love your husband to death you really do but, sometimes you wonder how did you end up being the wife of the most dangerous criminal in all of Asia? It was unheard of especially with your personality. You were the complete opposite of Izuku or his codename 'Deku". While he was cold, ruthless, murdered with no hesitation, and committed robbery, kidnappings, torture, and domestic violence you were docile and always brought the sweet side that no one except you knew existed. He used to keep you hidden and you used to believe it was because he was ashamed that he's the epitome of a villain and he ended up with such a soft-spoken, awkward, stuttering docile woman such as yourself. Well, you thought it wasn't going to last and he was going to kill you within the first week but, here you were seven years later with a ring on your finger watching your four-year-old twins and no stuttering problem. Yes. You gave Izuku children and he adored them just as much as he adored you. 

"Mama." You turned to look at your girl Izumi who was born first. She was the spitting image of her father from the wild dark green hair to the red eyes and freckles however, she had your personality and was very docile. Her brother Kusan looked like you except he also had red eyes and he was a mix of both you and his father. He was quiet but was not hesitant in punching someone in the face if any of his daycare stories were anything to go by. Honestly, your children were almost polar opposites but, they complimented each other so well and they were both your husband and your own light

"Come here, baby." With zero hesitation she got up and climbed into your lap snuggling into your chest. She was your hugger and you were more than happy to indulge her. Kusan wasn't exactly a fan of hugs but never complained per se whenever you did initiate a hug or asked for one. He was going to grow up and be just like his dad. You felt your daughter snuggle into your chest more which meant she had something on her mind "What's the matter 'zumi?" She hugged tighter before sighing and pulling away a bit to look up at you 

"Why is daddy always so busy?" You gave her a closed-off smile running your hand through her hair trying to tame her untameable curls. How were you supposed to go into depth to your four-year-old that her daddy was the strongest villain in Asia and he had a lot of shit to do to keep his family safe?

"Well a lot of people don't like daddy and in turn don't like us. He disappears a lot to protect us from those people who want to hurt us." You hoped to put her at ease and it seemed to work until Kusan spoke up

"What would happen if one of them got past him?" You looked at him not bothered by the question at all. He was only four and it was okay to be worried about daddy and those you love as well

"Well we always got your aunts and uncles but, if push comes to shove I'll protect the both of you with my life." You gave them both a very open grin and when you got an armful of your second child you weren't complaining. They knew you weren't lying. They remember somewhat of a man who was trying to kidnap them when they were two and before Izuku can activate one of his quirks you were on both of them their throats slashed in a blink of an eye and your babies in your arm the next second. Safe to say you almost had baby #3 and he asked to marry you again. You smiled softly at the memory and as you looked down at their relaxed and peaceful faces you knew you'll kill a million people if it meant keeping them safe.

"I see that they're asleep." If you weren't so used to your husband popping up out of nowhere you would have jumped out of your skin. However, he was Izuku the man you've known for 10 years and married to for 7 so there wasn't much that he could scare you with.

"Yeah, Izumi was asking me why you're always so busy and I told them that you're just making sure we are safe. I made a promise too that if there comes a time you don't make it I'll protect them for life." He simply stared before giving you that private smile that he only lets you see. It wasn't the malicious grin or smirk, the angry scowl, grimace, frown, or gritted teeth. No this was a genuine smile that can full anyone into believing he was one of the good guys. It was fine though with you. Let them be fooled it was kind of funny when they thought he was some sort of bad boy but, he turns out to be more than they bargained for. 

"That's something that doesn't need to be worried about. I'll always be there even when I'm not." He made his way over to you giving his twins a kiss before planting a soft one on your lips. It was always so nice when he was like this. It was moments like this that made you forget that every hero on the continent was looking for him, that other villains wanted his head served on a silver platter, and that Deku wasn't used as scary stories to straighten out unruly kids. No. He was simply Izuku a man who got the short end of the stick time and time again when he was a kid and the death of his mother is what finally made him snap. You pulled away from the kiss giving him a genuine smile which earned you a pat on the cheek "Put them in the playpen and follow me." You did as told getting up carefully and placing your sleeping children into the playpen watching in amusement as they rolled over and clung to each other.

"They're going to be a force to be reckoned with one day." You heard Izuku grunt in agreement behind you feeling his hand slip into yours and pull you toward wherever the two of you were going. You had time to mull over a lot of things but, one thing always stayed the same. There was no place you would rather be.

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Fem Villain Izuku 🔪

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[yourslashersfinalgirl]

Sample for New BNHA Story

CW/TW: Mentions of suicide

A/N: This has an abrupt ending (I didn't feel like continuing). This is something I've been thinking about for months so I decided to just write it. Not sure if this has been done before, so if it has... whoops?

Btw let me know if you wanna see more of this :D

You didn't know how to feel, or how to think at the moment. It was as if your whole body just shut down at the sight of your best friend, no, that wasn't your friend anymore was it, the villain in front of you.

He was laughing manically like someone had just told him the funniest joke he's ever heard. Normally his laugh would bring you comfort. His laugh would have brought so much warmth to your chest as you stared at his face with a grin of your own.

But this wasn't normal. Nothing about this was normal.

Right in front of you was your best friend who you thought was dead. Your mind flashed to the image of his broken body, sprawled across the cold concrete after he had jumped off your old middle school's rooftop. The image of his still alive body groaning in pain even after he hit the floor. Your screams of agony and loss as you tried to reach him, Bakugo and his "friends" holding you back, shock and fear-ridden across their faces.

No, he had to be dead. There was no way he was alive. He literally committed suicide right in front of your eyes. So why? Why is he here? Why is he with the villains? With All for One?

You felt Bakugo's arms wrap around you, preventing you from falling to the ground. You both stared in shock as Midoriya Izuku, your best friend, stood, alive and well, laughing at the expressions you both were making.

"Ah, Kacchan! [Y/N]chan! It's really good to see you both! It's been a few months, hasn't it? You both go to UA now, right? That's great! I knew you could do it!"

Masterlist | BNHA Masterlist

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Villain femDeku

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[seleneprince]

Strongly consider writing the different aus I have for female! Izuku Midoriya, but I don't know where to start

Most of them are quirkless Izuku au! and villain! au, so

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[imagination-mess]

For Deku Fans,

I honestly need to know.

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[yanderenightmare]

Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku

TW: NSFW, dubcon, captive darling, abuse of power, coercion, deepthroating, penetration v, threesome, degradation

fem reader

Thinking of pro-heroes Dynamight and Deku finally capturing the villain��they’ve long been seeking, only to offer her a get-out-of-jail-free card if she gives them a little something in return…

You’re on your knees between them.

“Aww, now that’s a pretty sight~ ain’t it, Deku?”

“Agree, Kachan~ who’d've known the little felon could be so sweet~”

It’s but a small favor in regard to what they’re giving you in exchange. Suck their cocks, and you go free. You’ve done worse for less before. Being a criminal has never come without costs.

Still… the whole thing is so embarrassing. Mouth wide open with their leaky cockheads hugging for space inside it. They’re way too big to both have room, but they don’t seem all that concerned by it.

“C’mere,” The blonde groans, taking your head for himself – angling your plump lips back and forth on his shaft, sucking his teeth as you suckle on the fat veins found there. “That’s it, street scum- earn that freedom…”

Another weighty palm drapes your head, and you’re steered over to the other throbbing member. He nudges his tip inside your mouth and has the plush head fuck the pocket of your cheek, eerily smiling down at the sight. “Street scum is a bit harsh, isn’t it? I mean, look at that face~” He purrs, petting the abused cheek he was bulging.

Your hair is pulled in the other direction again, and you pop off the one in your mouth only to be invaded by the other again – this time deeper – and deeper again. He uses both hands to hold you down. 

“Still only useful for one thing-” He growls, and you gag, spit bubbles frothing around the shaft as your throat tightens up.

When he lets go, you jerk back with a cough – both your palms splayed flat on the ground, spluttering with hiccups, spit drooping down your chin while sipping sharp breaths that burn in your lungs.

“Aw- where’d all that confidence go, hm?” His hand tangles back in your hair and angles your face up again – now riddled with pretty deep-throat tears. Lips bloated and shivering with short shuddering inhales and exhales.

“’Think the poor thing bit off a little more than she could swallow…” The other man muses, grabbing your jaw and angling you his way again, pushing his slicken cockhead passed your lips. 

He drives just as deep as the former one did, aided by all four of their hands pushing you down until your nose pressed into the stiff muscles of his pelvis, buried in the ticklish green curls there – feeling his cock bend down the gorge of your throat. It does an excited jump each time you gag.

He pulls out slowly – but not all the way – looking down at you as you suck in breaths around the chub of his grith.

“We can always test ‘nother of yer’ holes if it gets too much for yah?” The blonde husks, tapping the weight of himself against your forehead, resting his balls in your hair.

“Don’t patronize her- I think a hardened criminal can handle this much...” The one taking space in your mouth says – beginning to slide himself all the way back down again, hitting your uvula like a punching bag with his balls slapping wetly against the slobber on your chin.

Your hands brace themselves against the stiff muscles on his thighs, feeling them flex through the spandex of his tight uniform. You close your eyes, squeezing them tight as he bores down your jugular again. Spluttering up spit and taking desperate breaths once you’re released.

You’re not given much time before another fist finds your hair again – though this time, your own hands come up to protect you – keeping yourself at arms-length by bracing against the oncoming hips.

“Wah-wait- break- just-” You blub, and the cock slides up your face instead, tapping its hefty weight against your cheek and temple.

“Hm, maybe you were right, Kachan. Maybe I was overestimating her…” The green-haired one mused, his voice sounding suggestive – followed by a soft scoff from the one resting his cock on your face.

“Okay then, up we go, lil’ crook-” He leaned down and grabbed you by the arm, lifting you from the floor. “Wouldn’t wanna make yah pass out, after all...”

He spun you around so your ass was pressed against his crotch, making you rest palms-first against the other man’s swole chest – standing tightly between them while the blonde behind you balled your dress up around your waist.

“No, wait- you’ll still let me go, right?” You stutter, reeling from the feel of his fat shaft, wet with your drool where it slid up between your crack while he softly humped his hips into your rear.

The one in front took your chin. “Oh- don’t worry~ let us have our fun, and we promise no prison.”

The cock is tapped on your asscheek whilst its owner places wet hot kisses up your neck. “Still up for it, hm?” He gruffs hotly at your ear, holding you steady by the hip whilst stroking himself in the other.

You bite your lips, brows doing little tremoring motions as you quickly try and mull it over in your head. Ending up with giving them a little nod.

He bites your earlobe with a rusty chuckle. “That’s a smart cookie.” Ushering you up to stand atop the other man’s shoes, making you just the right height for him to send his shaft down the cleft of your butt. Sliding it in between your thighs, rubbing himself against the puff of your cunt through the lacy silk of your panties.

He’s kind enough to get you a little warmed up first before peeling them aside and lightly slapping his manhood up against the slit. But the way you gasp is just way too cute for him to hold back – making him run his fat cockhead through your lips, back and forth to slick you up, rubbing over your clit – forcing an involuntary buck of your hips. 

He hums at the movement, finding your hole and kissing it with his tip, groaning out a “Yer’ way too pretty for prison…” against your ear – playing with your entrance without pushing in just yet, giving the ill-prepped thing a warning of what to handle. “Poor doll would be everyone’s favorite lil’ jailbird.”

You croon with a whimper when he splits you open, even as he does so slowly – and the other guy takes the opportunity to catch your mouth with his. 

“Wouldn’t stand a chance against the other inmates…” He moans, sliding his hand from your chin to your neck, holding it just tight enough to encourage you to keep your head up – as he slips his own thickness between the doughy fat of your inner thighs, rubbing over your clit on its way.

It makes you ache around the member bottoming out inside you. “Not to mention the guards…” He continued. “They’d all have a ball with fresh ‘n’ tight meat like you.” 

You moan into the mouth in front of you, panting on his lips when he speaks. “It would be too cruel of us to send you to a place like that…”

“Despite it bein’ where all you wrongdoers belong.” The hands placed on your hips keep you planted as he pulls out and lolls forward again.

Your thighs shudder from the feel of it, squeezing the one caught between them tightly. “Poor thing would get passed around from morning to lights out.” His words pour into your mouth where it gapes open – feeling his ridges and veins catch your clit – making your lower belly coil like an adder – clawing your nails into his chest in order to pursue it.

“Tied to the bars of yer’ cell for everyone to have a go.” The one behind grunted, kneading himself into your womb – fucking you deep and slow enough to feel you flutter on his length. “We’ll be a lot nicer with yah.”

 “Promise, sweet thing.” The one in front chuckles when you cum – shaking on both their cocks – weak in their hands – resting your sweet face against his chest with blank eyes glossed over from pleasure.

You’re not going to prison, but you’ll soon find out if you agree that staying locked up in their house as their personal pet is much different or better…

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Hollow Heart { chapter 1 - hurricane }

『♡』 pro-hero fem!reader x pro-hero bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ pro-heroes au | friends to lovers ꒱ ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡

summary: The dynamic duo of Dynamight and Deku are unstoppable, climbing the hero charts like they always dreamed of as kids. Their journeys were tough, but offered them the world - fame, fortune, protection of their family and friends, a comfortable hero life. The recent increase in crime around Tokyo kept their entire sector busy, sending heroes out non-stop, desperate to keep the statistics as low as possible to maintain a clean reputation. When a nearby sector is requesting assistance, the boys are tasked with a mission to inspect a villain’s lair in a deserted area outside of the city. Reports have noted people going missing, specifically with rare quirks. With plenty of other heroes being unavailable, you’re chosen to tag along with the duo for the night operation. Everything is going according to plan until the villain lands a surprise attack, resulting in the your kidnapping and whisking you away through a mysterious portal. It’s been a month since your disappearance with no help of the hero agency. Bakugo and Midoriya take it into their own hands and are determined to get you back - no matter how long or what it takes. tags & warnings: mentions of blood/violence, eventual & mild smut, kidnapping/abduction, experimentation, physical & psychological torture, PTSD, implied/referenced self harm, cursing, talks of trauma | angst with happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, regret, mutual pining, friends to lovers, insomnia, eventual romance a/n: Prepare for the heartbreaking journey of Bakugo battling with his feelings when it’s too late…or is it? :) ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; ~20.6k as of ch.4 ꒱ Chapter 1 | Hurricane [5,092k] Chapter 2 | The Ghost of You [4,799k] Chapter 3 | Choke [3,995k] Chapter 4 | The Grey [6,756k] Chapter 5 | The Good Left Undone Chapter 6 | Tourniquet Chapter 7 | There is Fear in Letting Go 『♡』 this fic has a playlist! ✩

CHAPTER ONE: HURRICANE

A beautiful summer morning, rays of tangerine light poured into the living room of your apartment as you sleepily make your way to the kitchen, desperate for that first cup of coffee. The clock on the stove read 8:35AM - the latest you’ve overslept in the last month. It was another long night in the office, writing reports for your previous week’s hero patrols that you’d put off for far too long. You'd think someone else would be responsible for inputting notes into the agency's system, but no - anyone below rank 10 was tasked with entering in their own data. 

Criminal activity in the area had increased significantly within the last 3 months, calling heroes of all ranks out nonstop, especially lower ranked heroes. Was it annoying? Sure, being awoken in the middle of the night out of a dead sleep to go stop a small robbery at the local late-night supermarket wasn't ideal. Especially when you dreamed of dealing with bigger threats, akin to crime syndicates and large scale villain organizations. As a hero, you’re taught to tune out the small details and focus on what’s in front of you - keeping the citizens of your ward safe and sound, even if it's helping a granny cross the street in the middle of the afternoon.

The agency accepted you with open arms right out of UA High, over the moon to have a hero with a quirk like yours in their roster. Psionic energy manipulation was shockingly uncommon amongst the 80% of the population of quirk users. The kinetic hero, Y/H/N, ranked number 37 - high enough to earn respect from your peers and low enough to not have to worry about being followed by paparazzi and negotiating brand deals. Cities were full of billboards with ads sponsored by heroes, heavily focused on those in the top 10 for allure to their product. Deku and Dynamight’s athletic wear collaboration, Uravity’s mochi bites, Shouto’s fire and ice energy drinks - it was impossible to avoid. Did you wish you had the smallest bit of spotlight? Sometimes, but being able to walk the streets off-duty and not be bothered was a luxury you'd like to keep. On the counter, your phone buzzed and flashed awake, shaking you out of the sleepy stupor.

Incoming Call: Katsuki Bakugo 

A picture of you and Bakugo appeared on to the caller ID screen - one of your favorite pictures with him. It was from a concert in Shibuya you'd attended a few months back. His arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as he flipped off the camera, wearing his infamous toothy smirk as you leaned against him with a small peace sign and a warm smile. 

It's unfair how effortlessly attractive he was. Admittedly, you'd had a crush on him since high school and drank up every ounce of affection he threw your way over the years. Even though you've known him and Midoriya since childhood, your friendship didn't truly blossom until your first year in UA. Thanks to your tenacity and fighting spirit, he respected you after a long six months. That broke down his walls just enough to tolerate you and continue to be friends ever since. 

You, Midoriya, and Bakugo became three peas in pod, a strong bond established to last a lifetime. Post-UA life wasn’t as easy to see each other, but you made it work - trainings, missions, conflicting work schedules, and general life couldn’t get in between the three of you, even if it was just over texts, phone calls and late-night movie marathons. It helped that you all lived in Tokyo, at least. Midoriya, of course, was extremely special and essential to your life. He’s like the little brother you always wanted and a constant ray of sunshine, always there for whatever you need. There was just something different and special about your bond with Bakugo - a spark, without sounding cliche. And after all these years later, he's still your favorite person and one of your best friends. 

You wouldn't trade it for the world. Oh shit, I forgot we planned to go for a run this morning. You answer hesitantly, knowing full well you’re about to get an earful about being late. 

“Yo, Y/N, you plan on showin' up anytime soon?” There was shockingly no annoyance in his tone. “It’s almost 9.”

“Sorry Kat! I overslept. Had a long night writing reports in the office. I’ll be there in 10,” you say, not making any excuses. You hear a loud tch in response - ah, there’s the annoyance.

“I was about to bust down your door and give you a personal wake up call,” he teases, laughing to himself. “Get your ass to the park. See ya, lite-brite.” The line ended with a click. 

He'd never let that nickname go, one that followed you all the way back from high school. You'd grown used to it as he typically reserved it to get under your skin or light a fire under your ass. Most of the time? It worked - and you liked it.

Setting the coffee cup in the sink, you jog back into your room down the hallway and change into a clean set of workout clothes. You'd just gotten the PR package from Midoriya last week with his new sports wear collaboration with Bakugo, saving you time by not having to dig through your laundry pile. He would have scolded you for slacking on chores if he were to have woken you up in person, and then folded it himself to prove a point. He’d often harp on you for not keeping up with basic shit around your place, but in the same breath, start cleaning up for you - it was one of his love languages. 

The company they collaborated with nailed the designs perfectly. It was minimalistic, but still paid homage to their hero costumes. You grab Bakugo's set - a cropped black sleeveless hoodie with an orange 'X' across the front, a forest green band with a drawstring around the midsection, and an orange hood. The matching shorts were all black with a simple orange stripe down the sides. The neoprene material allowed for the set to breathe in any weather condition.

Thankfully, the park you were meeting him at was only a couple minute walk from your apartment building. Not long after pulling your hair into a ponytail, splashing your face with water and brushing your teeth, you're kicking on your sneakers by the door and shuffling out of the apartment. A few minutes to spare, you duck into the convenience store along the way, grabbing two sports drinks and a bag of his favorite spicy-flavored chips. God, you hated the taste of them and never understood why he liked them so much. Some part of you jokingly thought it fueled his already explosive personality, literally heating him up from the inside.

───

"You wear that on purpose?" Bakugo snickers over his phone as you skip toward him, pointing to your workout gear. 

"What can I say? It's comfortable. Happy to be a walking ad for the number four hero," you say, elbowing him in the arm. He rolls his eyes, snatching the sports drink you've outstretched to him and mutters a thanks. 

"You should model our next set," he pats you on the back. "You're the perfect fit." 

You scoff, waving a hand at him. "Yeah, like I'm model material."

"I literally just said you were, dumbass. Take a damn compliment!" 

He peers over your shoulder to see the chips in your bag. "Damn, you're really kissing up to me today. What's the occasion?" He's beaming over the attention you're showering him with - he'd never admit how much he loved it.

You shake your head playfully. "What, I can't spoil my favorite person?" 

Bakugo barks out a laugh while opening the sports drink and chugging half of it in one go. Again, it was stupid how attractive he was, no matter what he did. The summer breeze made his blonde locks dance lazily in the morning sun, a sheen on his flawless skin as some of the liquid spilled out of the corner of his mouth, trickling down his jawline. A sadistic part of you thought he did this shit on purpose to rile you up, testing the boundaries of your friendship. 

If only you had the nerve to just scream from the rooftops - Katsuki, I fucking love you.

“You good, Y/N?” He's waving a hand in front of your face. “Space case much?”

“Yeah! Sorry, apparently still waking up,” you apologize while stretching your arms over your head. “Let’s go!”

───

An hour later, you and Bakugo finish your run in the park, completely drenched in sweat. The two of you plop under a nearby tree in the shade, the humidity adding a layer of exhaustion to your depleted stamina. Lazily slouching over onto your shoulder, he steals the sports drink out of your hand and downs the rest of it himself with a satisfied hah. Somehow, you always forget that he smells like caramel and burnt sugar after a run, invading your senses with that sweet essence that you loved. His bangs stuck to the sweat on his forehead as he dropped his head back against the tree, eyes closed as he caught his breath. 

God, he’s so fucking beautiful, you think to yourself, almost afraid he'd somehow hear you.

"I'm free the rest of the day," he comments between shallow breaths, lazily opening one eye and elbowing your side. "Down for a movie day? Been awhile."

"Hell yeah. Junk food, too?" Your eyes light up with excitement.

"Like you gotta ask. I didn't run three fuckin' miles just to look good," he quips. "Cool if I shower at your place?"

That catches you off guard, sending a flutter of butterflies off in your stomach. Why the hell are you so riled up today? Sure, you've had a massive crush on your best friend for ages, but its usually not this intense. Must be the scent of his sweat deluding your thoughts...or maybe it’s the potential scene of watching him walk out into your living room, shirtless - excess water cascading down his hourglass figure, tracing his abs and settling into the hem of his sweatpants.

Stop it! Calm the fuck down.

"S-sure. I have a pair of your sweats, I think…maybe Izuku’s? It’s like you guys leave your shit at my place so I do your laundry for free." 

He shoves you jokingly, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Hah! Knew it was you who stole my favorite pair. I’ve got shit with me, no worries.”

Bakugo climbs to his feet, extending a hand back to you. “C’mon, I’m fucking starving and dying to do nothing the rest of the day.”

───

The sunset’s sorbet-colored afterglow flooded the living room as the fourth movie’s credits rolled on the TV screen, a faint warm breeze coming through the open balcony door. The two of you had settled in after your run, marathoning through a collection of films you'd be wanting to watch, surrounded by a buffet of comfort food - taiyaki, meat buns, spicy fried chicken bites, mabo tofu, yakitori, and a box full of various flavors of dango. The cashier at the convenience store must have thought you two were hosting an insane party with how much food you bought, cleaning out their entire hot foods section in minutes. 

Bakugo stretched out like a cat, his abs flexing as his black tank top moved up his midsection. It was impossible not to stare, especially when he wore cropped shirts, showing off his hard earned muscles. You found it ironic how you mentioned once - and only once - how crop tops on guys are attractive as hell, and a few weeks later? He had a handful of them that he’d rotate wearing during the summer, claiming he only wears them for “regulating his temperature for his quirk.” You knew that was a bold-faced lie, but never called him on it. Why would you risk making him change his mind when they looked so good on him? 

He let out a satisfactory groan, putting his feet up on the coffee table and hands behind his head. You stretch as well, throwing your feet in his lap like always. Bakugo looked comfortable, like he was at home. You were home to him.

“I got somethin’ on my face?” He jokes, lolling his head to face you. 

Lost in thought, you have no time to stop the words falling from your mouth.

“No, just admiring you.”

Bakugo quirks an eyebrow, surprised by your flattery. You see a faint pink blush begin to make it’s way across his cheeks, an extremely rare sight.

“Th-thanks,” is all he can muster to say in a low voice. 

“Is that so weird to say? You’re gorgeous, Katsuki,” you blurt out, shocked by your own words. Where the hell is this coming from? You normally weren't so...forward. Not that you were lying in any capacity. You've complimented him plenty times before, why is now different? 

Right?

You pause, realizing you could be overwhelming him. He'd always been adamant on how much he hates when "fans" view him as just a sex object rather than respect him as a heroic figure. 

“I know you hate being objectified. I’m sorry -,”

“Don’t be, y’didn't.” 

The static of the TV hummed through the lull in your conversation, the credits of the last movie approaching the end of its sequence. You nervously fiddle with the hem of your shirt. Thank fuck he can't hear your thoughts.

Bakugo notices your nervous tick and grins. That damn shit-eating grin. 

"Relax, Y/N. I didn't say I didn't like it. Big difference between you and a fan girl sayin' shit like that." 

As he’s about to continue the conversation, both of your phones ring simultaneously. That’s weird…it’s 8:30PM on a Tuesday night. Neither of you were scheduled for patrol and all sectors had coverage from the last e-mail update. You pull your phone out to check the caller ID and sigh in annoyance.

Incoming Call: AGENCY - EMERGENCY LINE

“The fuck?” Bakugo huffs, his brow furrowed in confusion. 

───

After 15 minutes, you're debriefed with a new mission, and strangely, you’re assigned with none other than Bakugo and Midoriya. This was extremely uncommon for heroes of top 10 rank to work with those below rank 25 and only happened when other top 10 heroes are too busy. Emergency calls were normally automated messages, but this was a personal conference call from the board of directors.

We are in need of Y/H/N to assist Dynamight and Deku’s mission to stake out a villain’s laboratory tonight in Sector 42. We’ve received reports of civilians going missing near the area over the last few weeks, specifically those with uncommon and rare quirks. There is a probability that hostages are being using for the development of a secret serum, to which is unknown at this time. Report to the agency by 11:30PM for further instruction.

Man, you were really looking forward to more time with Bakugo. Granted, you’ll still be with him, but now you’ll be stalking around for work, not stuffing your face on the couch together.

“Kat, I don’t know what it is, but I…I have a really weird feeling about this stake out,” you admit, unsure of where this anxiety is coming from. This isn’t the first time you’ve been assigned to a mission like this, and certainly won’t be the last, there was just something odd in the air surrounding this one. 

“Yeah. Go grab your suit, I’ll call Izuku to meet us here and we'll go over together,” Bakugo says hesitantly, already dialing Midoriya and bringing his phone to his ear. 

“Hey, yeah just got the call. Y/N and I are at her apartment, swing by and we'll go to the agency together.”

───

By 11:45PM, the three of you are suited up and stationed in Sector 42. The area was very…barren? It was confusing to you how people would wander out here and disappear. It was in the middle of nowhere, miles from the city limits, an open field surrounded by a spotty tree line. Something still felt off about this entire set up - a gut feeling, but it was enough to keep you on edge.

“Y/N?” Midoriya called to you, blinking with concern. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.”

You rub your temple, desperately trying to push the feeling down. 

“Sorry, Izu. I’ve had a gut feeling something was wrong since the phone call.”

“What do you mean?” His interest is peaked, both out of curiosity and concern. 

“Can’t place it, but I feel it, too. Something’s not right,” Bakugo chimed in, surveying the field for any signs of…whatever the hell it was they’re looking for. An entrance to a lab? Masked minions abducting people? The agency was extremely vague in their details. That didn’t sit well with you, and Bakugo now, too. 

“You’re not wrong. This is an open area in the middle of nowhere. Why would anyone wander out here alone?” Midoriya muttered, continuing a conversation with his own thoughts aloud. “It's not a common road for travel, by foot or by vehicle. And how would the agency know what this villain is making without having the location of the lab in question?”

The abrupt sound of creaking metal echoed around you, a sense of danger spiking in your nerves. You place a hand on the shoulder of both Midoriya and Bakugo to halt them in their tracks.

“Did you hear that? It sounded like a door was opening…close by,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Whoosh!

You didn’t register there was another presence amongst you until the dart made contact with your skin. A warming sensation flowed through your right shoulder as you let out a cry, stumbling to your knee. What the fuck? Your hero suit was designed to prevent piercing damage to a degree, but this dart cut right through it. The dart resembled a syringe, automatically activating the injection mechanism as it pierced your skin.

“Y/N!” Midoriya shouted, immediately wrapping an arm around your waist to whisk you away from another potential attack. Bakugo whipped his head around, looking for any sign of where the dart came from. Was someone hiding, or was it a device hidden out of sight? Maybe in a nearby tree? That's not possible, these trees don't have enough leaves for coverage like that.

“Hold still, I’m going to pull it out,” Midoriya warned. You braced for the pain as he yanked the dart from your shoulder, tossing it out of reach. You wince, the sting slowly fading a few seconds later. “Are you feeling okay?”

Things were starting to feel fuzzy, the ache spreading rapidly through the rest of your body. Everything felt warm and cold simultaneously, as if your body was at war over what temperature to settle on. 

“I’m alright, just…dizzy,” you mumble, slurring as you attempt to reassure him.

Midoriya helps you to your feet, offering to let you use him as support. You wave a hand, muttering over and over again I’m fine, I’m fine. There’s a pulsing sensation starting to build in your shoulder, creeping its way through your right arm. It’s tingling, crawling - uncomfortable, but not painful. What the hell was in that dart? 

A flash of black invades your vision, throwing you off balance as things pixelate and sharpen repeatedly before completely disappearing. Things are spinning and your senses are dulling. You notice that you don’t hear Bakugo or Midoriya anymore…did they wander off? You should be able to hear explosions, gusts of wind, crackling energy - something.

A force knocks you on your back, slamming you to the ground. You don’t feel a damn thing, just a vague numbness as your body, what you presume, hits the ground. You can’t make out whatever, or whoever, it is that is attacking you. I still can’t hear anything! Can you speak? Can anyone hear you even if you could?

…Y…N! …Y/N!

A voice? It’s muffled, but you hear someone calling for you. Was that Midoriya?

“Let her go, jackass!”

Oh no, that’s Bakugo. 

His booming voice reverberates through your head, sending your thoughts whirling in a vortex more than they already were. A vision of the battlefield was starting coming into focus, hazy, but a semblance of scenery was making its way back to you. When did I get up from the ground? Didn't I get knocked down? 

The field before you was littered with debris.

…Branches and broken stumps of dead trees.

…Craters in the ground.

…are those broken pieces of Bakugo’s gauntlets? 

…patchy trails and puddles of blood soaking into the dirt.

The sights sent a chill up your spine - your gut instinct was right. 

To your right, Midoriya panted with force as he held onto his thigh, blood seeping through his suit and staining around the wound. He was close enough that you could see the detailing of his tendons exposed from the impact, frayed pieces of skin hanging from the damage. His hair was slicked back, matted with a mix of, what you think, is dirt and blood. The rest of his suit had a variety of slashes and cuts, the material tattered and torn all over his body.

To your left, Bakugo’s on the ground, battered and bruised as he’s struggling to get to his feet. His gauntlets were missing, along with the glove underneath on his right hand. His exposed forearm was beat red, what looked like hand prints blistering the area. Blood trickled from his forehead and pooled under his mask. He’s shouting again…you can’t quite make out what he’s saying as he’s extending his bare arm in your direction.

What the fuck happened?! 

Something inside you clicks abruptly, adrenaline surging, urging you to fight. It’s competing with the numbness in your muscles. How much damage have you taken if you can’t feel a damn thing?

Fuck. Come on, dammit. Move, fight - do something! Help them!

In your peripheral vision, a man appears beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turn on your heel, ready to activate your quirk and blast this guy into oblivion. Your hand meets his clothed chest with a thump.

Nothing happens. 

Your quirk doesn’t activate.

Another swing, focusing all the energy you have into a concentrated blast.

Nothing.

Panic sets in as you study your hand, mortified that you’ve been rendered useless. Your mind is racing faster than you can keep up with. Is this the serum they talked about earlier? How long was I unconscious...was I even unconscious? 

And then it dawns on you - it’s a quirk suppressant. 

The serum they’re using to abduct people nullifies their quirks to make them a willing target.

The mystery man cups your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Your vision tunnels on his face, the rest of your body shutting back down. You feel your arms flop to their sides as your knees begin to buckle - the adrenaline being zapped from your muscles at his touch. 

“Good, it’s setting in. You’ll be a decent specimen. We’ve been waiting for a psionics user like you to add to our roster.”

A giant swirl of matter begins to manifest in front of you, a gentle force sucking you closer to it’s entry point. You can't help but think about how helpless you look in this moment, confused as hell that this scrawny man could take down three heroes with ease. You fucking hated the feeling, never wanting to be the damsel in distress. It pissed you off beyond belief.

“It’s time.” The man, in what you can now see is a white lab coat, turns you around to face the boys sprawled on the battlefield. “We’ll be going now.”

Every inch of your body is screaming run. But you can’t. You can’t move, paralyzed by all the conflicting effects of the serum running rampant through your veins. Your vision is dimming once more, your eyes threaten to close as Bakugo’s voice drags you back to reality. Your eyes snap open as he appears in front of you, digging his heels into the dirt. 

“Hey, wake up! I’m not letting you go!” 

He’s screaming at the top of his lungs, pleading for you to hear him as he clutches your forearm, attempting to pull you to him. You can’t feel it, but by the strain shown in his bicep, he’s using all of his strength to hold onto you. His eyes are full of panic, wide and bloodshot, crimson irises aflame.

"Let her fucking go!" he roars a second time. His hand is slipping down your forearm, now desperately gripping onto your hand. You attempt to grasp it to no avail, your strength failing you. You hear him let out an anxious grunt, struggling against the force of whatever is pulling you away behind you.

Time seems to slow as you lock eyes, an exchange of unspoken words between you two. A sense of dread begins to flood through your body as you see tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

He's terrified. 

You remember a thought from earlier in the day, if only I could scream "I love you."

There will never be a perfect moment, never a time and place for you to say it. You have to create the moment yourself.

A steady breath escapes you, softly gazing at Bakugo as you see his fingers slipping through your own.

"Katsuki," you mouth, barely able to hear the sound of your own voice.

"I love you."

The last thing you see is Bakugo frantically scrambling toward you before darkness envelops your sight.

- - - BAKUGO POV - - -

Everything happened in the blink of a fucking eye.

Ambushed, both him and Midoriya were hazed with a mysterious smoke, rendering their quirks useless. His explosions fizzled out as he fought the onslaught of henchmen surrounding them, armed with various weapons. The two of them blitzed through a good number of them before quickly becoming overwhelmed - 25 on 2 wasn't ideal odds.

Their hero suits were ripped, equipment shattered as they were punched, kicked, stabbed at, battered, and thrown around.

"I don't need my fuckin' quirk to kick your asses!" Bakugo threatened as he swiped at a nameless henchmen, nailing a right hook to his jaw. Midoriya was holding his own behind him until he let out an agonizing yelp, falling to the ground audibly.

"Deku!" Bakugo called out, spinning in the direction of his cry as someone socked him from the left side. He skid onto the ground, particles of dirt trailing behind him.

Regaining his composure, he looked around to see that all of the henchmen had swiftly disappeared without a trace, as if they were never there in the first place. What the fuck?

He saw her body standing still, some man in a lab coat behind her. She resembled a lifeless puppet, the light from her eyes dim and limbs loosely at her sides. It looked as though she could collapse at any moment.

"Let her go, jackass!" Bakugo shouted, unable to get to his feet.

The unknown man gripped her shoulder as a large black mass appeared behind them. 

Is that a portal? That looks like Kurogiri's quirk from years ago, he thought to himself, willing every fiber of his being to get to his fucking feet.

He's able to muster enough strength get one knee off the ground, enough to launch in range of her and wildly grasp for her hand. 

“Hey, wake up! I’m not letting you go!” 

Bakugo doesn't realize he's screaming, he's acting on impulse and adrenaline - desperation to save her. His hand is slipping at an agonizingly slow pace, moving from forearm to her hand, hardly able to keep his hand clasped with hers. He's cursing internally, hoping that she can't see the terror in his eyes, the anxiety filling him to the brim. That's when he hears her speak, her voice hauntingly quiet.

"Katsuki, I love you."

His hand slips away, watching her disappear into the portal. It closes in an instant as he's hopelessly dashing to it, not noticing that Midoriya is charging from behind him. They briefly collide, stumbling from the impact before they both steady themselves. 

The silence surrounding them is deafening.

"Kacchan," Midoriya snivels, head hung low. "I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough to help." His voice was breaking, clenching his fists at his side.

Bakugo stares at his hand, collapsing to his knees. He felt nauseous, the crippling realization churning in his stomach.

I love you.

Her voice ricocheted through his head, bouncing around as it tugged hard at his heartstrings. An overwhelming sensation of loss fills his heart, refusing to come to terms with the current reality. 

A brief memory flooded into Bakugo's mind, reminding him of a feeling he'd long shoved away. One night - years ago - at his brand new apartment in Tokyo, they'd been up all night talking after the long day of moving his shit into the place. It was 3AM, boxes piled everywhere as they laid in his bed, bullshitting the night away with random talks of life. She started a vulnerable conversation of mental health amongst heroes, ranging from her own family issues and medicated struggles as examples of not knowing what people deal with beneath the surface. He'd been listening, watching as she poured her heart out next to him, able to smile through it all. It was in that moment that struck him like lightning - he'd fallen madly and irrevocably in love with her. He had convinced himself there was no way she would have felt the same, forcing himself to suffocate that feeling for years.

And he was wrong.

Midoriya crouched down beside him as he's lost in the memory, a hand on his shoulder. 

"We'll find her, Kacchan, don't worry," he attempts to declare confidently as his own tears are staining his cheeks. "She's strong, she'll be -,"

"She said she loved me." Bakugo's facade was shattering before his eyes as he watched his best friend crumble onto the ground, clutching his chest. He couldn't control the wail that escaped him, tears pouring from his eyes like the downpour of a rainstorm. 

Midoriya pulled him close, Bakugo falling limply into him, curling into a ball as they sobbed together.

and thus begins the traumatic story of bakugo and midoriya losing their best friend to a mystery portal to nowhere!

Divider by : @/saradika

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[alottieluv]

happy valentine’s day <3

mdni. yandere!villain!bakugou, fem!reader, dark content, noncon/dubcon, unprotected sex, char. death, somnophilia, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal penetration, creampie, breeding, possessiveness, violence, reader is called princess/baby/wife, he’s obssessed w/ u and ur ok w it

yandere!villain!bakugou who’s been pining for you since U.A. and even more since the start of your third year when you and deku started dating.

he tried to not let it bother him, he really did. tried to focus on his goal, on becoming the number one hero, on beating deku. but it’s useless if deku’s already beaten him to you.

it drove him crazy at first. your dating meant he couldn’t creep into your dorm at night, watching your sleeping figure under the thick covers that you would eventually throw off,

it meant he couldn’t walk right up to the side of your bed, where your quiet snores would make bakugou scoff because you just look so defenseless,

and it meant he would no longer be able to flick off what little of your blanket is left covering, finger trailing your bare waist before hooking onto the waistband of your shorts—fuck, he misses the way you clenched down on his digits, your breath hitching with arousal leaking into his palm and you never knew.

and the moment he heard the news of your engagement, only a year later after graduating, he went insane.

at first, it was labeled as a disappearance. everyone’s favorite brash hero dynamight had not shown up to work for multiple days on end with no explanation. no appearances by the public and not a word heard by his friends.

then dynamight reappeared, rebranded—as a villain.

step by step, little by little, the sound of his explosions soon became a warning to all besides villains. loud, bright, and burning—and that’s exactly how it went down as he watched your husband choke on the aftertaste of his explosions, eyes burning with the same passion as the fire that surrounded them until the number one hero was no longer heard from—nor his wife.

it happened in the middle of the night, far from your apartment where you wouldn’t be able to hear the sirens of the police or honks of the fire trucks as they rushed to the sight bakugou had the pleasure of seeing mere moments ago, but now he takes a breath of deja vu as he quietly steps into your apartment.

he’s courteous enough to lock the door behind him, lest anyone else get in his way, but his boots clunk heavy against the wooden floors, past framed pictures of your marriage, your high school days, your childhood.

finally, bakugou reaches your bedroom door, cracked open just a bit where he can see your sleeping figure bounce up and down in quiet breaths. bakugou can’t keep the grin off his face as he pushes the door open, like you were inviting him in.

he makes his way to your side of the bed, pushing off the covers to reveal your bare shoulder, and almost as if he was possessed, bakugou’s breath hitches as he slowly lifts the cover off your body to reveal the set of lingerie decorating your body.

he almost laughs. of course, you’re wearing that of all things, so delectable, so enticing. it’s like you knew he was coming, hooking those little straps and pieces of fabric around your body, all for him.

and when you wake up to the feeling of pleasure pooling in your core, you can’t even move him an inch off of you, not while he’s got your thighs trapped in his hands—so big, hot, and dangerous.

and with every little move you make to shove him off of you, he pulls you closer and shoves his tongue deeper into your pussy until he has you squealing.

fingers tug at his hair as he eats you out until you’re clenching around nothing while he’s sucking your clit, lapping up your essence before shoving it back in with his tongue.

you’re too worn out to move away when he finally lets up, thinking about how he got in, how long it would take for the police to get here, and where your husband is, until you hear the sound of a zipper.

you look up, wondering if you should try to fight him yourself or let him do what he pleases and hope that it’ll be enough to satisfy him and make him leave. you regret not becoming a pro-hero in the end.

you let bakugou push your legs up to your ears, shaking when you feel something hot against your exposed pussy. bakugou towers over you like a shadow, envelopes you until all you can see, hear, breathe, is him.

“don’t worry, princess, i’ll make you feel so good. better than he ever did.” giving no room to even talk back, your breath is stolen away as bakugou sinks into your pussy, clenching around his cock that fills you to the brim and has you moaning shamelessly.

every drag against your walls has you tightening, leaving creamy rings of precum at the base of his cock as he fucks you. lewd sounds of your pussy squelching around his dick fill the room, bringing you closer to the edge until you can’t hold back anymore.

“o-oh, oh fuck, bakugou—“ before you can get anything else out, one hand comes up to cup your jaw, squishing your cheeks to direct your eyes to his. “you call me katsuki when i’m making you feel good like this, got it, princess?” you nod, barely able to keep yourself sane enough to understand.

“katsuki, katsuki, oh—,” katsuki grins, balls slapping against your ass as he quickens the pace. you can feel the way his blunt tip kisses your cervix, making you clench and unclench as he easily slides in and out of your pussy. “katsuki, i’m gonna cum. wanna cum.”

katsuki muffles his moans in your neck, pressing kisses and sucking hickeys on your neck until he knows it’ll show in the morning. his. you’re all his now.

“you wanna cum?” you nod frantically. “go ahead and cum, baby.” you clench once more on his cock before a knot in your stomach unravels, coating his length in your cum. katsuki fucks you through your orgasm, relishing in your overstimulated cries as you milk his cock.

he groans as he fills you, hot sticky cum squirting from his tip that presses deep inside you. katsuki takes a minute to come down before pulling out, watching as cum gushes from your pussy and connects to his cock in white milky strings. without thinking, katsuki scoops a glob of cum and pushes back in slowly until he plugs you up with his dick.

your breaths start to mellow out after your intense orgasm, eventually pulling you to sleep before you could fully grip the reality that had taken place. katsuki finally got you, all to himself.

his. all his.

forever.

#lottie writings ! ~ ☆ #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo smut #mha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #bakugo smut #bakugou x reader smut #tw yandere #tw somno #tw dark content #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw death

[izvmimi]

daddy's home (2) - izuku x reader

cw: MINORS DNI, noncon/dubcon, horror themes, you and izuku have a child, parental dynamics, manipulation, villain!deku, yandere!deku, violence, fem!reader summary: izuku tries to make amends with his family after his absence. (~3.4k words) a/n: reposted. part 1 here.

As you continue to hear his footsteps approach, the dreadful sound amplified by genuine fear of your partner, you think wistfully of the past. 

Clearly, it hadn’t always been like this. Izuku, at his core, was someone sweet - bashful, kind, protective… not whatever monster was marching through your home this very second, causing your mind to race as you thought frantically of ways to protect your daughter. That was your first priority.

But he wouldn’t hurt his daughter, right? That’s where he would draw the line, no matter how altered his thoughts concerning allies versus enemies had become over time. And even if now you had drawn a clear line in the sand, you’d like to think that he wouldn’t hurt you - he hadn’t ever threatened to hurt you, now had he? He’d only given you warnings, reminding you that turning against him wouldn’t be in your best interest. After all, according to him, he’s the only one who really cares for your well-being. That’s why he married you, right?

“I... I think all of this is excessive,” you mumble to Mei as she demonstrates the security upgrades to your home. Iida shakes his head almost furiously, and seems to double and triple-check his wife’s work and potential blind spots, peering at new cameras shoved in the corners where the ceilings meet and laser tripwires invisible to the naked eye. There’s a panic device in the hallway between the kitchen and one of the living rooms hidden behind a wedding picture where both of your smiles are radiant enough to be blinding. The fact that it’s come to this makes your stomach turn. 

“In all honesty, there’s a good chance it might not be enough,” Mei admits, and the fact that for once she realistically communicates her own engineering limitations underlines how grave the situation is. If even she is admitting that she’s not infallible, that means your situation is bad.

What is he, God? You think bitterly, but resign yourself to saying nothing. You are not too distraught to accept kindness from your friends.

Bakugou, for example, now texts you every morning, a simple two words.

You good?

While you understand and appreciate where he’s coming from, every time you see those words, you can feel yourself losing your patience. If you could have your husband back, you’d be great. Fantastic even! You’d always texted back the same thing, in different variations - 

Yeah, thanks for checking!

He never responded after that. It wasn’t that he didn’t care; it’s that he still did not want to entertain the idea that his friend had gone off the deep end for too long. 

It’s hard for everyone, not just your family, you have to remember.

You can hear Izuku’s steps almost right outside your door, the pace almost synchronous with the pounding in your heart. There’s no use in hiding anymore. Steeling your resolve, you hold your slumbering daughter close for a moment, and kiss her forehead.

“Mommy loves you,” you whisper. She doesn’t stir, and you wonder what it is to be a child again, safe and naive and uncorrupted by circumstance.

And then you tumble out of the room to face him.

—

He stands at the end of the hall facing you; you stand, fists balled tightly by your sides and your expression unnecessarily fierce - it’s thought that fear and anger often are mistaken for each other, and Izuku seems to think so today as well.

He tilts his head slightly, and his voice is slightly raspy, deeper than usual, as he calls out to you. There’s a strained quality to it, as though his voice has been unused for a while, even though the two of you did technically just speak, or maybe he’s forgotten how to speak to you softly, how to speak to anyone with kindness.

But he tries.

“Are you mad at me, love?”

There’s a little bit of electricity in the air that you can feel in the strands of your hair that you know emanates from him. Energy that he hasn’t kept inside now that he has no reason to show any restraint. His eyes aren’t glowing however; if anything, they’re devoid of any light, dull like a lifeless forest in the dead of night. You wonder if, haggard as he appears now even if he is always and forever handsome, has come out of the wilderness. Where does he stay when he’s not here? Where is he physically when mentally he is lost?

You can’t get words out of your throat no matter how hard you try to answer him. He breathes from his nose, a sigh, and in the blink of an eye, he’s crossed the distance between you two, and has you pressed up against the wall. Caged in, his hands pressed on either side to make it clear that you have no escape, your faces are millimeters apart. This is not the man you love who values your space and your autonomy and the idea of you, above all, freely offering yourself to him. 

This is not your Izuku.

Nevertheless, not-Izuku kisses you roughly and bites your lip sharply as his mouth disconnects from yours. It’s painful and bruising and you think you taste blood, but the salt on your tongue probably comes from the tears that fall from your eyes as you tremble. 

When you look at him through a moisture-blurred view, for a moment it seems as though his eyes shine too. 

Maybe, maybe for a moment. You blink, and they’re dull again.

“Izuku, please don’t hurt her,” is the first thing that falls from your lips. 

His facial expression turns wicked for a moment and then he laughs and it is not his laugh. It’s something tinny and sick and wrong coming from him. He kisses you again, bites even harder this time, enough that you wince, and this time you are sure your lip is bleeding. 

“Hurt? Why would I hurt my princess? How could you even ask something so silly?”

Izuku presses his forehead against yours, and his cool breath runs over your wet cheeks. His hands grip your wrists and raise them up above your head, pressing the back of your hands to the wall.

“Why would I hurt her or you when you’re so vulnerable and need to be cared for?” The way he stresses that adjective - vulnerable - turns your stomach and your whole body tenses, which he notices, tightening his grip on your wrists. 

“See, love, that’s why I had to come back. I said I would come back, didn’t I? To think I’d leave the two of you alone in such a twisted, unsafe world… what kind of man would I be if I behaved like this?”

You swallow hard, unable to look at him as you search for other points to focus on. He notices.

“Don’t you dare look away from me,” he hisses. Your eyes snap obediently away from everywhere else in the room and focus on him. There’s nothing behind his eyes. You want to scream into the endless void you stare into. What happened to him? What happened to your Deku?

“W-what do you want?”

Izuku’s eyebrows furrow, and for a moment, he looks genuinely confused, like a kid faced with a particularly difficult arithmetic problem. You stun him enough with your words that he lets go of your wrists for a moment and steps back, rubbing his chin.

It wasn’t meant to be said harshly - maybe it was your grief that hardened your voice, but he seems to retreat to somewhere deep in his chest, before shaking his head.

He smiles again, that unnatural grin that doesn’t reach his eyes. 

“I thought I was coming home. Do I need permission to see my family?” he asks in a honeyed voice. 

He leans in further, pressing a scarred, calloused hand to your cheek and stroking gently. Once upon a time, you would have leaned into his palm and kissed it, maybe even pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt so that you could kiss him. 

But all you can do is freeze, and let it pass. 

And he gets impatient. His fingers now pinch instead of caressing; it would be cute, and it was once cute, when he pulled your cheeks like this to steal a kiss, but now the downturn of his lips show that he is trying very hard not to accept the truth that you are rejecting him, or at least the ‘him’ that you see before you now.

His voice flattens.

“You really thought you’d keep me out with those silly trinkets?” he growls. The other shoe has dropped.

“Who made them?” he asks. “Who did you ask to help you keep me out of my own home?”

Izuku’s hands move quickly, now cupping your chin in his hands and pulling you to him roughly as he stands, so that you’re nearly lifted up off your feet. It’s an action that’s lacking any tenderness as though he’ll yank your head clearly off your shoulders. 

“Honey? That’s a direct question, not rhetorical,” he repeats.

You don’t utter a single word, and by now he’s beyond frustrated. He lets go of your face and you lose your balance ever so slightly, but before you fall he grabs your wrist again. You pull away reflexively and a flash of anger rises in him, and he pulls even harder, enough that you can feel the tingle of his Quirk intensify. 

“Clearly, we seem to be having trouble with intimacy, so I guess we’ll have to address that first before I ask you to communicate basic information with me.” The edge to his voice is palpable but the pain of the pressure he’s putting on your arm is almost worse and you try so hard not to cry out at the sensation of him nearly crushing your bones, knowing very well that this is the least of his rough handling of you for now but then - 

“Daddy?”

Your heart stops. Izuku lets go immediately, and you turn around with a gasp to see your little girl, a flurry of nightclothes and curly green hair, leap into his arms without the slightest bit of hesitation.

No, no, no, how… of all the times to wake up! You ignore the dead feeling in your arm to run into him and shove him as he holds your daughter and twirls her around, but he barely feels you, and you practically bounce off of him like rubber on glue. 

She barely even notices you fall flat on your ass. Rather, she lets her father give her the affection she’s been missing for months, and you can only watch in abject horror as Izuku throws her up and down in the air a couple times, then asks her if she’s been good.

“Daddy, where’d you go?” She finally asks, once she’s stopped giggling. Her cheeks are rosy and excited and her eyes are bright enough to fill his darkened ones - you clutch your bruised arm and can only watch. 

Izuku glances at you then blows a raspberry in his daughter’s neck which has her giggling again.

“Mommy gave me a timeout!” he says cheerfully, holding her close. She nuzzles herself into the security of his chest, and holds tightly.

“Time out?” she murmurs. She clutches at his shirt possessively, and Izuku gives you a look. Your stare becomes hardened - it’s a plea but it’s also a threat that he better not try a single funny thing with her because then fear will give way to desperation and he will have to be prepared to kill you instantly and-

He laughs - it’s less tinny than before, but still it sucks warmth out of the room, unbeknownst to your daughter. “Yeah when you’re bad you get time out!” he reminds her, poking her belly. She laughs again and presses her hands on his cheeks squishing them.

“You can’t be bad!” she exclaims.

Izuku glances at you again, his chuckle drier and his eyes more narrow as he adjusts his baby girl in his arms.

“Well, your mommy seems to think so,” he replies, quieter this time. Somehow, she picks up the serious turn to his voice.

Your baby girl looks at you too, disheveled on the ground and breathing a bit heavier than usual, looking wrong, like a feral creature, the sudden reversal of positions being apparent in such a short time. 

She looks into your soul for a moment and furrows her eyebrows. She is thinking - assessing the situation. Her father who she hasn’t seen in quite a while is holding her tightly, her mother sits in a heap and does nothing. It is always too dark in this house these days. She can’t see clearly, not this, not anything.

“That’s not right, Mommy,” she says, finally. 

Your heart pounds. You want to charge at him,  knowing full well all you will do is traumatize your daughter at best and get yourself killed at worst. You swallow your saliva as your throat is hot and dry.

Izuku grins at you, then pats her hair gently. He sets her down and kneels to her eye level. 

“Can you be a good girl for me, sweetie?” he asks.

She nods enthusiastically, clutching fistfuls of her dress to contain her excitement at having her dad home. The longer you watch her beam the more you feel like you want to puke up your insides. What do you do? What do you do?

“Go to your room and I’ll tuck you in in a little bit, okay?”

She nods and runs off immediately, back to the center of the home where you’re not sure how much of the structure still stands appropriately, but Izuku wouldn’t send her where it’s not safe - that’s his little girl after all - and the two of you watch as her small figure disappears.

The moment she’s out of sight, you finally spit up the vitriol that’s been bubbling inside you since that horrible display.

“Fuck you.”

You’re shaking, you are so upset. The thought that he can just barge in here, and put you in an awful situation, making you look like a bad person no matter what you do. 

Izuku’s dusky eyes narrow, and in seconds he’s dragging you to your feet and pulling you into the nearest bedroom.

“Gladly.”

It doesn’t matter how hard you kick and scream and protest. Eventually, Izuku gets tired, and throws you over his shoulder, clapping a hand over your mouth. You bite his palm and he barely reacts and instead of biting harder, you break out into muffled sobs. You don’t want to hurt him, it occurs to you. You don’t have the resolve to truly take purchase into his flesh and tear away like a beast.

He throws you onto the bed and locks the door as you bury your face into the bedsheets, continuing to muffle your tears. You’re not crying because you hate him, it’s because you love him still and the situation is so awful and confusing that it’s clear that there’s no way out. You scream and terrify your daughter, and Izuku will make you the problem. If she, by some magic, understands what’s going on, is it worth it for her to develop that same darkness behind your Izuku’s eyes right now?

Izuku snorts derisively as he watches you come undone in your own mind, as the reality sets in that there is truly no way out of this situation. You sob, and you sob and you sob, and he lets you, watching you with neutrality that is so atypical of him. You’re not the first person he’s seen cry, and even if you are the most important person to him, he’s had enough of your tears. Any tears, in fact. 

He sits at the edge of the bed until your sniffles die out, then finally runs out of patience.

“Stop it.”

You rise slowly to watch him stare at you, his own eyes red-rimmed. It’s the most emotion you’ve seen out of him since today, but you can’t understand what he’s feeling. You can barely understand your own right now. 

You sniffle and he sneers.

“Stop it right now,” he repeats, harshly this time. His lips crash into yours again and he pushes you so that you lay on your back. He tears at your clothes and your defenses, and soon you are kissing back, miserable and pathetic a creature as you are.

He whispers something about loving you and never letting you go, and you don’t have the strength to whisper back but you know it’s true. Your body misses him, misses the heat of his skin against yours and the scrape of his tongue across your nipples. It misses his fingers that tease you apart and make you fall apart, the sensation of being full of love for him and physically stretched and strained to accommodate him. It misses his teeth marking you, palms sliding across every surface.

“It h-hurts, Izuku,” you moan, sucking at his shoulder to distract from the corrupted pleasure. He groans into you as he continues to dig, deeper still when your nails dig into his back, deeper still when your legs tighten around his waist. “It h-hurts,” you murmur into his neck.

“You’ll endure for me, won’t you baby?” 

He doesn’t stop; maybe he slows, but he doesn’t stop.

The truth is you will. It’s not the only thing you’ll endure for him, you think as your head swims in desire.

“You feel better than I remember,”  he groans into your ear. “Perfectly tight, like you’ve been waiting for me this entire time to reclaim you, haven’t you?”

You sigh deeply and your back arches as you climax. It’s the only answer he needs.

“You’re mine forever, no matter what, aren’t you?” he says.

Till death do we part, you think, and you crash into full, reckless indulgence. Your husband lets out a cry; his hips stutter to a stop and he pumps you full, over and over again, and before you can catch your breath, he begins again. Faster this time.

“I love you. I will love you to pieces,” he whispers into your ear, and for the first time that day, looks at you with his own eyes, the look you remember. Your eyes well up. You’ve missed him terribly.

Your arms wrap around his neck.

“I love you, too.”

There’s catching up to do.

—

Bakugou has not heard from you all morning, and while he tries not to think about it, he can’t help but think about it. 

It’s only been a couple hours - he sent the message somewhere around 8 am, knowing that you’re usually up by this time. However, it’s almost 11 am and you should at least be up to take your daughter to school and yet you’ve neglected to respond. 

Not even a read receipt.

Oi, just let me know you’ve seen this message, okay? He texts finally, before shoving his phone back into his pocket. There’s quite a few other things he needs to be worrying about today, including tracking members of the second iteration of the League of Villains and figuring out what exactly happened to his friend. You are fine. You have to be, he thinks. 

His phone buzzes.

Instead of a message, it’s a video according to the banner. Bakugou hesitates, and there’s a tiny bit of dread as he opens it.

And his eyes widen in horror. 

You are wrapped up in white sheets, body facing away from the camera, but he can tell from the transparency that you’re most likely wearing nothing else. By the steady rise and fall of your chest, he can tell you’re still alive, albeit fast asleep. The camera shakes ever so slightly. 

From the audio, which he turns up he can hear a voice, Izuku’s voice.

“She’s just fine, don’t worry about us.” 

The video ends and Bakugou can feel his blood run cold as his mind begins to race. Before he can play the video again to look for clues, there’s a text message that pops up.

If you text my wife again, I’ll dash your brains on the concrete.

Have a lovely day.

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #yandere izuku #daydreams: bnha #thoughts: izuku #mimi's notes

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1. Eiji (Fem Eijiro x Reader x Katsuki)

Day 1 of Breedingtober

Eijiro gets hit by a quirk and winds up turning into a girl, Eiji. Although Eiji is in much distress, everyone else can't help but to like this change.

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Warning: Genderbend, Pronoun change from He to She, FxF, MxF, Breeding Kink, chubby girls supremacy (Eijiro's a chubby princess), SMUT, slight peaking, top Katsuki, masturbation, voyeurism, cunnilingus, threesome

Eijiro grabbed the civilian out of the way, hearing the loud sound that came from the attacking villain. He put the civilian in the alley, away from sight and affect of the attack currently happening in this part of the city. “Stay out of sight. If you go straight, you’ll make it to Deku’s agency.” He told her. He quickly rushed out of the alley, racing back out into the street with the sound of thanks from the person he had just saved.

Eijiro wished that Katsuki was here today. It was his day off today and one that he was spending with you back home. Honestly Eijiro wished he was back home with the two of you, but it didn’t mean he didn’t love his job. He loved his job as a hero. He had worked so hard to get to where he was and he was pretty comfortably as the number eighth hero of Japan with the agency that he shared with Katsuki.  He was a beloved hero and he worked hard at his job, so he couldn’t really complain.

Besides right now, with this group of villains that came out of nowhere.

Luckily Prohero Deku was on the scene as well, making this probably much easier than it would have been.

Prohero Deku flew down from the sky, landing now near the rounded-up group of villains that were finally rounded up. The green haired hero put a hand to the back of his head. “Are you sure?” He asked the side kicks that were around.

“How are we looking, Deku?” Eijiro asked as he walked over to the group. His large strides carrying him over to the other large hero.

Midoriya let out a sigh as he folded his large arms over his chest as he looked to his fellow ProHero. “We’re missing one.” He reported to the redheaded hero. Midoriya had a frown on his face as he tried to think back to the fight and where the missing villain could have gone. The gears in his head were moving fast behind his jewelled emerald eyes. “I don’t know how we could miss him.”

Eijiro put his hands on his hips. “We can look through street footage and try and see where he went?” He suggested.

“Hm, problem is…” Midoriya started with a hum as he put a hand to his chin. “There aren’t many cameras in this area… but…” Midoriya started mumbling which put a smile on Eijiro’s face in amusement.

Knowing Midoriya from high school, Eijiro knew his little mannerisms and knew that the green haired man just needed a moment for his millions of thoughts to align to one another in order for him to get a solution. He always did. Eijiro turned to his sidekicks in the meantime, his facial expression turning a bit stricter. “The police?”

“Less than a minute out, Red Riot.” One of his new sidekicks, Terraquake a young girl fresh out of UA with an earth based quirk. She was training under him and Tetsutetsu and he had to say, he was impressed with how much of a hard worker she was.

He nodded his head. “Good, make sure you keep an eye on them.” He said as he motioned to the group of villains that were rounded up together. The sidekicks took it quite seriously as they focused their gazes on the group like a bunch of wide eyed owls. Eijiro opened his mouth to tell them to ease up but he found it rather humorous. It reminded him of when he was younger, just becoming a side kick and taking every word the pros said like it was gospel.

Something caught Eijiro’s attention. It was the villain from earlier, aiming their hand at Midoriya who had pulled up a holographic screen and was focusing on the street video of the fight that happened earlier. Eijiro’s ruby eyes widened. “Deku!” He quickly raced over to Midoriya, pushing him out of the, way hardening his body just as the quirk went off.

A huge burst of smoke went off in the street, earning a few shocked noises.

Midoriya stumbled out of the pink smoke coughing as he fanned the smoke out of his face. He turned back to the huge dense smoke, fear trickling down his spine at the lack of sight of Eijiro. His attention snapped to the direction the quirk came from. He had noticed it far to late and was lucky that Eijiro was paying attention. He glared at the villain, that tried running back down the alley. In a flash of light, Midoriya had them wrapped in Black whip, flipping them back to the rest of their villain group. Before the villain could start up his quirk again, Midoriya threw a hard punch to his head knocking him out.

He quickly ran back to the smoke. “Round him up with the others!” He shouted at the side kicks who were still shocked at all that happened in the span of five seconds. Midoriya however didn’t wait to see what they were doing as he neared the smoke. “RED!” He shouted into the smoke as he ran in, covering his mouth with his cape.

He heard coughing from within the smoke. “D-Don’t worry-” He heard someone cough in the smoke but the voice didn’t sound like Eijiro. “I’m alright! God, I feel weird though.” The person said within the thick pink smoke that started to lift.

Midoriya furrowed his eyebrows as he tried looking through the slowly lifting smoke. He noticed someone’s figure in the smoke but it did not look like Kirishima Eijiro. The figure was for one, shorter than Eijiro was. Eijiro was a huge bulking six foot seven man that was closer to three hundred pounds of pure muscle. This person was not that. Actually, whoever they were a pretty round, almost like a pear. They had tanned skin just like Eijiro though and the same vivid red hair. However soon, Midoriya came vividly aware that this person was in a rather… unfortunate situation.

Immediately, Midoriya rushed over and draped his cape around them. “Uh… Deku, I feel fine, what’s with the cape?” The person asked as Midoriya avoided looking down at the shorter than they were originally. They looked up at him with ruby eyes in confusion, furrowing their eyebrows. “Why are you so tall?” They asked worriedly. “Did I get hit with a-” Immediately the person put their hands to their throat with a gasp. “What’s wrong with my voice? I sound like… like a girl! Deku!” Midoriya kept looking anywhere that wasn’t down. “Deku, why won’t you look at me!”

“Uh… Kirishima-kun…” He started as he swallowed down hard, his face warm as he felt certain body parts against him. His face bloomed pink. At the use of their family name and not their hero name, the person grew tense and worried. “You… you’re pretty indecent right now.”

“What… what do you mean?”

Midoriya didn’t want to say it right out but it was hard to get around. “You’re… you’re different.”

“Different? Different how?” The person looked down at their hands and noticed that their hands were smaller than they used to be and much softer too. Their red eyebrows furrowed as they looked down. Well, they couldn’t see past what used to be well sculpted pecs and were now anything but that. Heat travelled to their face at the sight, large round breasts on his chest that were sadly not very hidden. The cropped long sleeved shirt that was made for their hero costume sadly weren’t designed to hold such wait or stretch that much. Honestly, their breasts weren’t even covered at all. Not to get started on the fact that their pants were too big for them now, but they hung off of wide hips. That was enough to come to a conclusion. “Oh… my… God…”

Midoriya cleared his throat. “Yah… Maybe I should just…” As fast as he could, Midoriya removed his cape and swallowed up Eiji’s form and carried her up into his arms. Eiji’s face bloomed pink finding himself easily surrounded by Midoriya’s large arms and being lighter than he was before. At least now her body was covered away from potential prying eyes. Midoriya cleared his throat to the sidekicks. Said sidekicks looked to Eiji with wide eyes, noticing that their boss had changed significantly. “I’m taking Eijiro back to the agency, he was hit by a quirk. Handle the police.” Prohero Deku didn’t wait for an answer as he quickly made off with Eiji before the media arrived.

Eiji wasn’t sure what was happening but he felt weird. Well that was actually incorrect. He felt normal but in a different way. He couldn’t really describe it.

Midoriya rushed into the DynaRiot agency, skipping all the formalities and reception, by practically running to the elevator. The elevator ride up was tense as Eiji was quiet and Midoriya genuinely didn’t know what to say. Luckily Midoriya had been to the DynaRiot agency enough times to know which level what was.

He moved out of the elevator just as the doors opened. He quickly raced to the male hero changing rooms. He moved inside, moving to put Eiji down onto one of the benches. He let out a breath as he stood up straight. “Eijiro… You…”

Eiji stood up in much too big shoes and quickly moved to a mirror. She looked at herself with wide ruby eyes. “I’m a girl.” She let out in a soft whisper.

Midoriya hesitated as he grimaced. “Well…” Eiji turned to look at him with wide eyes. “You’re a pretty girl.” Midoriya attempted to try lighten the situation with a tense smile.

Eiji didn’t smile. 

“Ayo, Deku.” That’s when the two of them became aware that the locker room was not in fact empty. Standing amongst the rest of the other male heroes was Tetsutetsu. Tetsu looked to the red headed woman and then back to Midoriya. He motioned to her. “I don’t think Eijiro would appreciate you banging his sister in the locker rooms.”

Immediately Eiji perked up at the sight of Tetsu. “Tetsu!” She quickly let go of Midoriya’s cape and raced over to Tetsu who stood in a low hanging white towel. She put her hands to his arms as she gripped his biceps and looked up at him with urgency in her ruby eyes. "Tetsu! It's me, Eijiro." She spoke, her voice, nothing like how the normal Eijiro would sound.

It took Tetsu a second before his eyes widened in surprise. He looked down suspiciously before looking up to Midoriya. “Is this a joke? Cause its not funny.”

Midoriya shook his head. “Nope.” He let out with a sigh. “Eijiro got hit by a quirk and… well… turned into a girl it seems.” The green haired Number one hero revealed.

Tetsu’s dark eyes than moved back down to Eiji who was nodding her head furiously. "Eijiro? Man, what happened to you? You look like Tamami."

"I know, but we lost track of this one villain and-" Now to be fair, Tetsu really did care about the situation, he really did. He really wanted to know what happened to his best bud, but he was also a man, and unfortunately, Eiji’s new body wasn't suited for her hero suit, that was now way too big for her body. Her tight cropped vest that would normally cover the entirety of her pecs as a man did nothing to cover her sinfully large breasts.

Tetsu nodded his head dumbly as Eiji spoke to him, her voice not helping the predicament. He let out a breath as he put his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Uh… Yah, Eij, let me stop you there. Now I really want to help you, right, but I can't get past your knockers right now." He spoke honestly.

Eiji looked down and noticed her breasts were on display again. She quickly used her arms to cover her chest as her face bloomed in embarrassment. She glared at the other heroes who immediately found interest in the floor, ceiling and their lockers.

Midoriya cleared his throat as he looked away from Eiji as well. “I think I should go notify the doctor.” He started as he turned around to head out the room. “Tetsu you help Eijiro get changed, meet me at the medical bay.”

“Oi wait just a-” And Midoriya was gone. Tetsu’s face fell in annoyance. He let out a deep sigh. This was going to be hard on him. Quite literally. Now, Tetsu had always found Eijiro’s sisters attractive. I mean, it was hard not to, but now that his best friend looked like one of her sisters… shirtless… wasn’t helping his predicament. He turned back to Eiji who was struggling to hold her breasts and open the locker with a focused look on her face. This would be torture. “Eijiro- wait can I call you that?” He asked as he walked over to help open the locker.

Eiji looked up at him confused. “That’s my name though.”

“Eijiro is a boy’s name, and you aren’t exactly…” He hesitated as he looked down at her. “How about Emi?”

“No.”

That made Tetsu laugh. He finally got the locker open, allowing Eiji to access the clothes in her locker. Tetsu put a hand to his chin. “How about… Ei…ko? Eiko!” Tetsu said lighting up like a lightbulb.

Eiji hesitated as she looked to him. Never before did she think she would be looking up at Tetsu, nor feel so small and… vulnerable. Suddenly she didn’t feel as comfortable as she used to be. “Eiji… Eiji is fine right now.” She decided as she looked back through her locker. She grabbed her shirt and held it to her chest. It was big. Really big. Was she always this large as a man? She let out a sigh as she took off the cropped sleeve top and put on the large shirt as it fell just below her ass. She pulled at the large shirt with a judging look. She moved to take off her belt and try and take off her large pants.

Tetsu watched as Eiji bent down. Her squishy round ass, that looked more fat than muscle now as her thighs were squished together. Luckily, she still had her boxers on, but that didn’t stop the way the now tight boxers that were trying to stretch over her ass clung to her nether lips as she bent down enough to see. Tetsu’s face was set ablaze at the sight. He had to remind himself. That’s his best friend. Eijiro. His bud that he literally would ride into war next to and basically his brother… but that was not Eijiro. Especially when all Tetsu was thinking about was whether Eiji’s sex was as fat as it looked.

He glanced around realising he wasn’t the only one staring. Tetsu let out a loud cough as he moved to open his own locker. He sent them all pointed looks. Immediately the others got the look and turned away with loud coughs as well.

Eiji stood back up straight as she looked around at all of them, confused.

You heard a knock at the door, interrupting lunch with Katsuki. Katsuki lifted an eyebrow as he looked to the hallway before looking to you. He shook his head. “Ignore ‘em. They’ll go away eventually.” The blond told you as he used his chopstick to lift up noodles into his mouth.

You gave him a pointed look at what he had just said. “Katsuki.” You stood up from the table, wiping your hands.

He raised his eyebrow confused. “What did I say?” He asked with a shrug.

You shook your head as you moved into the hallway. You had spent most of your day in bed with Katsuki because he didn’t want to get out of bed. He was exhausted from a mission he had just come back from and had the next week off luckily. He wanted to spend the day with you and his large redheaded meat loving husband too all in bed, but that could only happen when Eijiro got back home.

You unlocked the door and opened it. “Hello? Oh.”

Standing in front of you was Tetsu in his civilian clothes as well as… Tamami? The woman standing next to him looked exactly like a Kirishima. However what you wanted to know was why on earth she was dressed in just an oversized hoodie and large flip flops and nothing else. You hesitated before looking up to Tetsu. He gave you and awkward smile. “It’s not what it looks like.”

You just stared at him for a moment. “Katsuki!” You called back, calling the blond to get here as soon as possible, because there was no way you would have to be the only to explain to Eijiro how his best friend was fucking his sister.

“YN, sunflower!” Eiji let out in a whine as she walked over to you and opened her arms, and wrapped herself around you. Your eyes widened as the short woman buried her face to the side of your neck and sighed. Almost the same way your husband would. You raised an eyebrow down at her. She never used to call you sunflower, only Eijiro did that.

Katsuki walked over to the front door grumbling with a scowl at having to leave his lunch. His hands were buried in his pockets of his sweatpants as he neared. He looked down at the woman that was hugging you with a raised eyebrow before looking up at Tetsu.

Tetsu sighed as he motioned to Eiji. “Eijiro got hit with a genderbend quirk.” He announced making the both of you looking at him with wide eyes. “Now she- I mean he is like that. The doctors said the quirk should fade out in three days or so, so Eiji over here can come back when she looks less…” He hesitated as he motioned over to Eiji’s form. Eiji shot him a glare. He put on a tense sharp smile before looking back up at the two of you. “Good luck.” He dismissed, turning around and heading back to his bike.

Katsuki and you were silent as you glanced at each other and then looked back down to Eiji. She looked up at the both of you with wide ruby eyes that looked identical to your husband’s. Katsuki furrowed his eyebrows sceptically. “Eij?”

Eiji let out a soft gentle smile, almost adorable with round pushed up cheeks. “Hi Kitty Kat.”

Katsuki eased at the nickname. He let out a sigh and shook his head. “You really had to go ahead and get yourself hit by a quirk.” He shook his head with a tsk as he moved back away from the doorway. You chuckled as you closed the door allowing the three of you privacy.

A whine came out of Eiji’s throat as she followed him down the hallway with you in tow. She put a hand to her arm of her hoodie. “Kat, it wasn’t my fault. A villain got away and then I tried pushing Midoriya out the way but I got hit instead.”

Katsuki rolled his crimson eyes as he paused, folding his arms over his chest as he turned to look at Eiji. “How am I not surprised.” He spoke sarcastically as he looked down at Eiji.

As he actually looked down at her he realised how… soft she looked. Eijiro was a large muscular man that literally went hard for a living, but now… she looked so soft. She looked up at him with wide ruby eyes that suddenly looked so uncertain and innocent maybe. Her face was softer and rounder, a pout on her face as she looked upset with him. She wore her hoodie that she went to work with but it was so big on her that it sort of looked like home wear. Her thighs were so chubby that they couldn’t help but touch however her legs also looked sculpted, showing a bit of the work she put in to becoming a hero, come in now.

“-suki… -tsuki… Katsuki?”

“Hm?” Katsuki ripped his crimson eyes away from her thighs and up to her face. You could see it as plain as day. Katsuki didn’t know what to think about this but at the same time he was also not denying that his attention was on Eiji’s new body.

Eiji looked over to you as well. She looked down at her body hidden by the large black hoodie. “I don’t understand why I’m not larger.” She let out worriedly. “I mean, Akari, Ayah and my mom aren’t this size. They’re all big and strong woman. This isn’t me.” She let out, clearly insecure in this new body.

“Aww but Eiji, you’re so cute!” You let out as you moved to put your hands in hers. You looked over her body. “You’re so pretty. Nothing is wrong with being this size as a woman. Your mom and Tamami are this size. Every woman is different and this is the body that you are in for now. It’s so much fun and you never have to worry about being kicked in the balls.”

At that Eijiro’s eyes widened. She gasped as she raced down the hall, taking you both by surprise. Katsuki raised a blond eyebrow in confusion. You shrugged not sure yourself. Suddenly you both heard a scream. You both raced into the master bedroom. Discarded on the floor were a pair of boxers.

Standing facing the mirror was Eiji, her hand bunching up the hoodie up to allow view of her lower half. She looked genuinely scared of what she was seeing. “Where’s my dick!” She asked loudly looking to the both of you almost as if you had an answer for her. Your mouth went into a straight line for a moment before laughter started to spill from your mouth. You giggled at the look on her face. “Y/N this is serious!”

It didn’t stop your laughter however. Eijiro’s pride and joy was quite literally his cock and balls and Katsuki and you could both understand why. Eijiro had a cock to make any person scared and good lord was he as fertile and full as a bull. It was almost hilarious how worried he was. Katsuki however, wasn’t laughing, mostly because he was too focused on Eiji’s sex. New, fat and half calling for him to bury his face into.

“Eiji, it’s okay.” You spoke softly as you moved over to her, putting your hands on her shoulders as you stood behind her. She looked at you sceptically through the mirror. “It really is. I mean as much as I will dearly miss your cock for the next couple of days…” You let out with a sigh almost at the memory of it. Maybe you should get it framed. “You don’t need it. Personally, I think that” You looked down to between her legs making Eiji blush. “In and out of itself is amazing too.”

Eiji hesitated, dropping the hoodie, suddenly feeling vulnerable. “I… I mean, I can’t be the man I am in our relationship if I can’t…”

“What? If you can’t fuck us?” Katsuki asked as he slowly walked over to the two of you. He folded his arms over his chest, tilting his head to the side with a smirk. “Maybe we’ve just got to let you realise that man or woman, we still going to love you Eiji.” He moved to put a hand to the side of Eiji’s face, his fingers brushing her ear. “Hm?”

Eiji knew what that was. Katsuki always used to do it when he was in the mood. Now that he did it, she realised that you both seemed rather eager about this new change. He could see it in the way, Katsuki’s eyes never left her body and could see it in the way, your hands stayed on her hips, not moving. However, Eiji wasn’t sure what to do. Katsuki gave her a look that said something that she never saw before when she was a man, almost making her feel… at his mercy. Eiji hesitated but she wanted to see how this would work out. She nodded her head slowly, “Okay… what did you have in mind?” She asked softly.

The question brought a grin to Katsuki’s face. “Baby.” You hummed, perking up at the nickname. Katsuki glanced at you, moving one hand to your chin, brushing your lip. “Get Eiji ready for me, hm? Think you can do that?”

You nodded your head. “Sure thing.” You turned your eyes to Eiji who felt rather ganged up on right now. You dragged her by her hand over to the bed, leading her forward. However, taking her by surprise, you put a hand to the side of her soft face and kissed her. Eiji’s eyes went wide in shock but she kissed you back. It was odd being slightly shorter than you but it was something that she easily forgot about as she was swept up in your arms. You hummed into the kiss, searching her mouth for answers she didn’t know how to give to you.

Your hands found their way up past the hoodie. You felt her soft skin of her bare wide hips, wanting nothing more but to feel them. You felt up her stomach, the layer of fat around her making her feel soft and squishy to the touch. You moved your hands up making a shiver race down her back as she gasped for air, angling her head up to the ceiling as she gasped. You moved your mouth to her neck, licking at her bare neck. You hummed as you began to suck against it making her suck in a breath. Your hands found their way up before grabbing her breasts.

A loud gasp came from her mouth at the sudden action, making her look down. Before she could say anything, you were pushing up the hoodie, wanting it off so you could see her in her entirety. You pushed her down against the bed, allowing her to fall in front of you. Eiji looked up at you bashfully, a blush on her face of being open and bare for you to see.

“Wow, Eiji… look at you.” You started motioning to her. She looked away from you trying to swallow the embarrassment. Katsuki moved over to shift her head up to look up at him. He loved to see her like this. Bottom lip out with wide eyes almost wondering what he would do. It made him groan as he bent down and kissed her. While Katsuki did that, you took off your own clothes, moving to climb ontop of Eiji, your hands moving to her breasts once again.

A whine came out of her throat instantly making you throb. She turned her head to look down at you as you pinched and squeezed her nipples. Pink perky breasts that had you in a trance. You leaned forward, keeping your eyes on hers as you licked over her nipple making Eiji whine once again. You wrapped your mouth around her as you began to suck your other hand fiddling with her other breast. Eiji bit down on her bottom lip at the feeling. She had never quite experienced anything like it and damn did she feel sensitive. It was always the other way around, with her wanting to bite and suck at you and Katsuki. It was odd now having the playing field shifted but she wasn’t complaining.

Katsuki chuckled as he moved his mouth to her neck, hitting the spot that you were paying attention to before. Eiji closed her eyes as she angled her head away from him. “Kats…” She whined. “Y/N...” She let out breathy as she felt jolts of pleasure all over her body. You shifted to the other tit, making her jolt at the action. You moved your one hand up her thighs, spreading her thick legs apart, positioning yourself between them. You moaned at the taste of her skin as you moved your fingers up her slit.

Eiji gasped, opening her eyes as she sat up. She looked down at you, wondering what on earth that was. Katsuki glanced down at you before chuckling. You smirked around her nipple, moving your finger up to her clit. Immediately a moan came out of Eijiro’s mouth, pornographic and needy as she arched her back.

Katsuki chuckled as he moved behind her, keeping her back against his chest. “That feel good, Eiji?”

Eiji looked down at you with half lidded eyes as she looked down at you. You let go of her breasts, letting a line of spit connect your mouth to her nipples. You grinned as you moved to spread her thighs apart more. Eiji watched as you spread her fat lips. She let out a stuttered breath. “Is… Is that my-” You moved your middle finger to circle her clit. A keen came out of her throat. She was blushing at the sounds she was making but she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help it because it felt so good. “Oh my God.” She moaned as you watched slick drip out of her clenching hole as you gave her clit attention. “Oh fuck! Y/N. Shit- is this-” She watched you move down between her legs, your mouth kissing down her body. “Is this how you feel when I- DEAR GOD!” A groan came from her chest as she arched her back against Katsuki, your mouth sucking on her clit as you moved a finger inside of her.

She was so tight. So tight that she was hugging your one finger as if she was a vice. You tried to wiggle your finger inside her curling your finger as you tried to loosen her up for Katsuki. You wiggled your hips against the bed, humping your wet sex down against the blanket. You couldn’t resist it. Not when every sound that came out of Eiji’s mouth made you clench on nothing and ache with throbbing need. You could see how much Katsuki was enjoying this. His hands grabbing and massaging her tits as he watched hypnotised.

Eiji gasped as you forced another finger in. She bit down on her bottom lip writhing in pain and pleasure. She couldn’t even think beyond what you were doing to her body. How could pleasure feel this good? God did she love it.  

“Y/N, stop.” With the order from Katsuki, you paused, unlatching from Eiji’s sex as you stilled your fingers.

Eiji let out a broken sob, turning to look up at Katsuki with pleading eyes. “Katsuki, why did you do that?” She asked. She moved her hips, trying to fuck herself onto your fingers. “I want to cum. Let me cum.”

Katsuki wrapped his hand around her neck making her stop. She stilled as she looked up at him. He shook his head with a tsk. “You aren’t in charge now, Eiji.” He reminded her with a tilt of his head. “You don’t get to decide right now. Now stop being a slut, and listen.” At the degrading words, you felt Eiji tighten on your fingers, a small whine coming out of her lips.

“Oh?” You let out with a chuckle. “Eiji liked that, Katsuki.” You reported to him amusedly.

Katsuki raised a blond eyebrow before looking down to Eiji. “Oh?” He asked shocked. Eiji looked away from him, feeling bashful now. Katsuki squeezed her neck before moving to stand up beside the bed. He moved to push down his sweatpants, his hard cock not hiding itself at all. “Good wives wait for their husbands on their knees, Eiji. Now be a good wife,” With a large hand, he stroked his cock, the head flushed and already dripping pre. “and come here.” He smirked down at her, a dark glint in his crimson eyes.

You took your fingers out of Eiji and moved off of her. Eiji watched you with a desperate look, silently asking you to come and give her a hand. However, you ignored her as you moved over to Katsuki, positioning yourself at his side. He wrapped an arm around you, moving down to kiss you so that he could taste Eiji on your lips. He groaned at the taste, messily licking at your lips and mouth in pent up need. You chuckled at his desperation.

Eiji watched in need, pushing her thighs together at the sight of the two of you sharing saliva at the taste of her. She frowned but begrudgingly moved onto her knees. She moved closer towards Katsuki, spreading her legs and putting her hands in front of her.

Katsuki glanced down with a smirk, knowing that Eiji followed her sex more than her pride. He chuckled into your kiss. He reached down once more and held his cock for her. “Well go on.” He barked. “It’s not gonna suck itself.”

Eiji was silent as she glanced up at him with a glint in her eyes that said that when she was back in her original body, she would get it later. However she leaned forward, pushing her ass up as she moved to bend down and wrap her lips around his cock. She sucked at the head for a second, before moving one hand to hold it. She felt it throb in her hands, feeling the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. She tilted her head before looking up and bobbing her head up and down his cock, keeping her ruby eyes up on him. Katsuki groaned at the sight, moving one hand to thread through Eiji’s red hair. “Good fucking girl.” He growled down. “That’s a good girl. You want it, don’t you?”

You watched Eiji move closer, moving to try and take more of his cock into her mouth as she shifted, spreading her legs more. Katsuki motioned back to Eiji, allowing you to move behind her once more. You watched as her sex stayed dripping as she pushed her fat ass back, getting aroused at just sucking Katsuki off. You chuckled as you moved a finger slowly to her hole pushing it in. You saw her push back, wanting your whole finger instantly. A moan came out of her throat as you watched her try and fuck back onto your fingers and try to take Katsuki’s cock at the same time.

Katsuki looked down with a half-lidded gaze. Today just couldn’t get any better. Not when he looked down and all he could see was you and Eiji. Eiji looked up at him with teary eyes as she gasped, Katsuki’s grip on her hair tight as she dragged her face off his cock. However, it was almost as if the redhead was in a trance as she reached forward and grabbed a hold of the blond’s cock. She stroked his cock with her hands, looking up at him with pleading wide eyes as saliva dribbled down her chin. Katsuki groaned at the sight. “Fuck, Eiji.” He guided her back onto his cock as she sucked him off like her life depended on it. “Y/N baby girl, I need to fuck her.”

You chuckled at how needy he sounded. You nodded. “Eiji’s ready for you, Kat.” You told him, removing your fingers out from Eiji’s hot cunt that was practically trying not to let go of you at this point. A whine came from the redhead, but you gave her ass a nice slap making her jolt and moan.

Katsuki hummed as he looked down. He had Eiji deepthroating his cock, her hands on his thighs as her throat tightened around him. He pulled her back making her gasp as more saliva fell down her chin and onto her breasts. She coughed trying to get air back in her lungs. Katsuki pushed her down, flipping the redheaded girl onto her knees once more with her ass facing him this time. He used one hand to push her neck down, forcing her to stick a thick round ass out for him. God, he wanted to just throw his face in there and die.

“Y/N baby, you think you can take care of yourself?” Katsuki asked with a raised eyebrow as he looked up at you as he held his cock to Eiji’s waiting entrance.

He, however, got his answer pretty fast when he saw you lying back enjoying the view with two fingers already inside you and your thumb circling your clit. You chuckled as you leaned back, allowing Katsuki all the view he could dream of. “I’m good, baby. You go to town. I wanna see Eiji fall apart on your cock.”

If Katsuki could kiss the living daylights out of you, he would. Katsuki looked down at Eiji who was whining in need. That’s when it hit Katsuki. His face perking up in realisation as he let out a loud laugh. “I’m gonna be your first time, huh, Eiji?” He asked amusedly. He dragged the head of his cock up and down her moist slit. “It’s alright. I promise to be easy on ya’. Don’t wanna break our girl so quick.” He pushed into her slowly. Eiji let out a keen at the feeling of his cock pushing in and stretching out her virgin hole. It was painful but it was also deliciously good. She felt like she could barely breathe as she closed her eyes and let the amazing feeling of being one with Katsuki like this go through her. It was always different with a cock, but now? She could barely think.

Katsuki let out a groan as he bottomed out inside her. He took a moment to allow her to adjust to him, watching and loving the way her hole squeezed around him as she tried to accommodate with him inside her. Without prompt, Katsuki noticed Eiji slowly moving her hips. He chuckled. “You ready already?” He moved just leaving the tip of his cock in before, pushing back inside her harshly. A loud moan came out of Eiji at the thrust.

Carefully, Katsuki built up a rhythm, moving in and out of her at a steady pace. He watched as her ass bounced back against his pelvis, the fat of her ass slapping against him as she tried throwing her ass back in time to match his thrusts. “God, who’s a good girl, Eiji? Who’s a good fucking girl?” He asked her.

Eiji could barely even answer with how good she was feeling. Was this how it felt like to get fucked? To have a cock inside her? Eiji didn’t know if she was grateful to the quirk or to Katsuki’s cock more. She was practically drooling as she allowed him to use her as he pleased. The view made you clench on your fingers at how fucked out she looked already. “I-I am! Me! I-I’m a good g-girl.” She let out.

“Yah you are. What happened to being the dom in this relationship, Eiji?” Katsuki taunted as he landed a harsh slap to her ass. “You busy moaning on my cock like a damn whore. Is that what you are now? All you needed was cock in your cunt and suddenly you're so good for me?"

Eiji nodded her head dumbly. She looked back at him, cock drunk. “Yes! I’m so good for you.” Eiji was always one for praise, no matter the situation and it didn’t seem to change now.

Katsuki grinned as he felt her practically try and milk his cock. “Yah, thought so.” He grunted out. He pulled back, angling his cock down before slamming in roughly, hitting a spot that had Eiji squealing.

“FUCK~” She squealed out. You half wish you were recording this. The sound she was making were damn right euphoric.

Katsuki chuckled as his pace started to increase. He couldn’t help himself. She just felt too goddamn good. Too tight, too warm, too amazing. He half wished he had two cocks so that he could fuck the both of you at the same time. “How about a fuck I baby into you and keep you like this for the rest of our lives? All fat and pregnant and happy? All for me and YN.”

Catching Eiji completely off guard was the way her stomach did a flip as her thighs started to shake and she went tense for a moment. “AH!” Katsuki’s eyes widened as he watched her cum right on his cock, a white sticky ring of cum around his cock where she had him sucked in. Eiji’s thighs were trembling but she looked back at him with a flushed expression. Her expression so needy as her pussy just seemed to massage his cock in need despite having just cum. “Fuck me, please Kats. Don’t stop…”

Katsuki let out an amused scoff, half in disbelief and half in arousal. He grabbed at her ass, continuing with more vigour than before. Eiji let out a moan as she relaxed her body, allowing him to use her as his own personal fleshlight. She bit down on her bottom lip, saliva dripping down her bottom lip as she drooled. She giggled on his cock as he fucked into her, giggle being interrupted by harsh thrusts.

Katsuki grinned down at her. He glanced up at you, noticing your own smile in adoration to the redhead in front of the both of you. He scoffed in amusement. “Fuck, you like that don’t you?” he asked as he pounded into her. You had never seen Katsuki seem so breathless and so determined. A spark in his eyes as practically speared into her. “You still got that breeding kink we know and love?”

At the mention of a kink that was engrained into her, Katsuki felt her cunt tighten around his cock. “Yes!” She shouted, nodding her head as she looked back at him. “Yes! Breed me, Katsuki. Please, please fuck your cum into me. I wanna feel it.” She nodded her head with tears lining her ruby eyes and yet a smile on her face. “I wanna feel you inside me! Knock me up, Katsuki!” She cried out loudly, almost loud enough that you were sure that if you stood right outside your window you could hear. “Please!” She sobbed out, gripping Katsuki’s cock so tightly it had his head feeling light. “I wanna feel full. I want it.” She begged so pretty it almost made you feel sorry for her.

A low growl came out of his throat. “So pretty and all for me and Y/N. All for us, our perfect breeding bitch.” He growled. The title made Eiji roll her eyes back with a groan as she pushed her ass back against Katsuki, trying to work his cock into giving her what she wanted. You had never seen Eiji act so needy and you were actually pretty surprised to see this side of her, however it wasn’t an unwelcomed one. Katsuki’s grip on her ass was tight as he started to reach his end, the fat of Eiji’s ass seeping through his fingers as he gripped her with bruising strength. With a groan, Katsuki pushed deep inside her with a low groan as he came inside her.

Eiji shivered as she drooled against the bed, the warm feeling of Katsuki’s cum insider he making her giggle dumbly as she clutched the blankets with weak strength. Pure euphoria going through her head as she couldn’t come up with coherent words to say. Katsuki was breathing heavily as he closed his eyes for a second.

Katsuki heard a small muffled sound and looked over to you. You had your thighs closed around your hand, slick dripping down your hole as you had squirted just a bit onto the blanket underneath you. Katsuki let out a groan at the sight. He slowly exited out of Eiji, making her sigh as her thighs relaxed slightly but she stayed in a presenting position, her eyes closed tiredly.

Katsuki had to suck in a breath at the sight of his cum that started to spill out from inside Eiji. Seemed as though he was really pent up. Katsuki moved to the bathroom grabbing a damp warm cloth to quickly clean himself up before he went to the both of you. He moved over to you, making you open your eyes. Katsuki placed a kiss onto your cheek as he gently cleaned you up. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a kiss. Once you were all clean. He let you move into the covers, waiting to take a nap with your beloveds.

Katsuki moved to Eiji who hadn’t moved from how she was. She opened her eyes at the cold feeling against her sex. She hissed slightly but allowed Katsuki to do his thing. Katsuki placed a kiss on her ass, gently caressing her before finishing up. You moved to grab Eiji, easily swaddling her in your arms as you littered her face with kisses. The redheaded woman was silent but had a small content smile on her face. You both waited as Katsuki came into the blankets as well. You held Eiji in your arms, keeping her squished between the both of you.

The redheaded woman walked into the DynaRiot agency with a pep in her step as she smiled as she always did. Her face was bright as she looked around with wide ruby eyes at the lobby. She waved at the receptionist who didn’t bother her as she scanned her finger that allowed her past towards the elevators. The young woman held a big picnic bag in her hands as she hummed to herself in the elevator.

Maybe Eiji could get used to this for a little while… just a little while.

She stepped out onto the floor for the heroes where they would be until called upon by an alarm or when doing paperwork. She walked through the halls as she did occasionally with a bright smile and waves, noticing the way a lot of the heroes seemed to stop and stare or bow to her. She raised an eyebrow but didn’t see the need to question it.

She carefully walked into the lunchroom, taking the attention of the heroes there. She smiled broadly as she looked at the faces she knew. “Afternoon everyone! I brought cupcakes!” She chirped out brightly as she looked at all of them.

Tetsu didn’t know what to do as he looked at the Kirishima woman in the heroes break room in a white sundress. He looked at his fellow heroes who all also seemed confused. Immediately the rest of them straightened up and bowed their heads. “Good Afternoon, sir.” They greeted standardly.

She blinked once, twice, three times. She tilted her head confused. “Is… is today opposite day?” She asked confused as she turned to look to Tetsu. “Tetsu, what’s going on?” She asked.

Tetsu hesitated. There’s two possibilities. Either that Eijiro was still a girl and was so deep into it that he was wearing a sundress and baking (Which he never does) or this was Tamami. Tetsu was too scared to take a gamble.

He glanced at the others before looking at the redhaired woman in the doorway. “You made cupcakes?” He said ignoring her question.

Her face brightened up as she nodded her head. “Yep, chocolate and vanilla, I also brought Ei-nii lunch.” She motioned down to the bag she was holding. “Where is he?” She asked looking around the room, not noticing her older brother.

At the mention of the nickname that Tamami used for her older brother, Tetsu eased. “Tamami,” he let out with a relieved sigh. “He’s-”

“Right here.” Stepping out from behind her was Eijiro, back as a man and dressed rather casually for work. The heroes that were there looked at him shocked. They were surprised to see the large hero back as a man in front of them after all the work gossip that had happened over the past four days while he wasn’t at work. Eijiro raised an eyebrow at all of them, not understanding their confusion.

Tamami turned to her older brother, her face lighting up. “Eiji!” She let out happily. “I brought you lunch.”

Eijiro softened at the look of his younger sister, he pat her head gently. “Thank you, Tammy. How’s varsity treating you?”

She frowned with a slump. “A lot of work.” She let out a sigh but straightened up again. “But I think it will all be worth it when I finally get my teacher’s degree! I’ve been interning at one of the schools nearby and all the kids are so nice.”

Eijiro smiled down at his sister, her bubbly personality brightening up his day all together. He listened to her talk about her class and where she was interning for a bit, but then he caught eye of the rather quiet room they were now in and all the other heroes stopping to stare at his sister. Specifically, their gazes were at his sister who had her back turned to them and their eyes down casted.

Eijiro’s eyebrow twitched before he looked down at Tamami with a bright smile. “Hey, Tammy, mind taking it to my office. We can have lunch together.”

Her face lit up at the thought. “That would be perfect!” She gave him the cupcakes as she turned and waved to everyone in the room before leaving towards her older brother’s office.

The room descended into silence as Eijiro glared at all of them. He opened the large box of cupcakes that Tamami had handed him. He walked forward and placed the box on the counter, taking a cupcake before moving to lean against the counter next to them. The cupcake looked like a large swirl of death by chocolate but it was beautifully pipped and done. “Any of you check out my sister again, you’re getting stuck with graveyard patrol duty for the next month.” He spoke casually.

Terraquake looked at her wrist where a nonexistent watch was. “WOW! Look at that, lunch is over.” She spoke dramatically with pointed gazes to the heroes around her.

“OH jeez, what a bummer.”

“It’s so good to see you again boss.”

“Your sister makes wonderful cupcakes.”

“Absolutely delicious.”

“You should thank her for us, Red.”

“You’re hair looks phenomenal.”

Soon all that was left was Tetsu and Eijiro. Eijiro rolled his eyes as Tetsu laughed. He moved to grab a cupcake. “It’s good to see you back as yourself Eij.”

“Thank you.” Eijiro said genuinely with a smile. He debated whether or not he should go to his office or eat the cupcake first.

“So…” Tetsu hesitated for a moment. “How was it?” Eijiro glanced at him. “Just wanted to know how you were.”

Eijiro let out a sigh. “I’m fine, T.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” Tetsu took a cupcake and moved to lean against a counter. “Now… Hypothetically speaking, if I were to ask if I could take Tamami out-” Eijiro’s arm hardened. “To the dentist cause she wanted to go. It was just a rhetorical question.” He put his hand up, moving to head back out before pausing. He turned to look at Eijiro, debating something in his head. He mulled it over. “Eijiro you know me.” He said putting one hand to his chest with a sharp smile. Eijiro glared. “And let’s say you had photos of when you were a girl-”

“Not a chance, Tetsu. I am not giving them to you.”

Tetsu paused as he processed that. “So they exist?”

Eijiro paused as he looked at his best friend. He shook his head as he closed his eyes putting his fingers to the bridge of his nose. “Get out.”

“So they do?”

“I said get out!”

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