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Chapter 1 ~ She’s Got Two Little Horns & They Get Me A Little Bit ~ part 3

Rating: E 18+ minors DNI

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader / Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader / Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shoto / Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader x Todoroki Shoto

Warnings: teasing ~ sub Bakugou vibes ~ sub Shoto ~ swearing ~ slight dom/sub ~ sex toys ~ denial ~ devil/demon reader ~ public acts of the sexy kind ~ slight dub con elements

Part of the Twos Company, Threes A Crowd series but can be read on own.

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“Bakubro! There you are, we thought you had already run off,” Eijiro shouted happily, slinging his arm around the blonde's shoulder. Katsuki grunted, snatching the man’s drink from his hold and downing half of the bottle in one go without taking his eyes of the man stood opposite him. The fucker looked good in a fitted dark blue shirt, the top couple of buttons open to show off his sharp collar bones. He had pulled his hair back into a ponytail, loose strands falling around his face and Katsuki’s fingers twitched to reach across the table and tuck it behind his ear.

He was staring back at Katsuki, his eyes seemingly fixed on a spot just below his jaw and Katsuki had to stop himself from slapping a hand over the purple bruise he knew was there, his cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment. Instead he took another long drag of the beer in his hand, wishing it was something stronger. “Again? Dude could you not have waited till you got home?” Denki laughed loudly, everyone’s attention snapping to Katsuki at the idiot’s words. “Shut it Pikachu,” he hissed angrily, glaring daggers at the other man.

Shoto was frowning, his eyes dragging across Katsuki and cataloguing every mark she had left on him. Katsuki swallowed, feeling the other man’s gaze like it was his hand, trailing over his body and leaving a trail of heat behind that had him squirming. He could almost perfectly imagine Shoto following the trail she had left with his own cool lips, sucking new marks and soothing over the already sore spots with his warm tongue. Just the thought of it had Katsuki’s dick twitching, reminding him of how hard he was and what he was most likely going to have to suffer through tonight.

“Damn blasty, were you attacked by a vampire,” Mina teased, reaching over to try and turn his head to get a better look at the marks. “No,” he growled, smacking her hand away and leaning out of her reach so she couldn’t try and poke at the tender spots. “More like a leach,” Ochaco added teasingly, smiling widely as the others laughed, even Deku giving a nervous chuckle. All except Shoto who hadn’t said so much as one word to Katsuki yet. His face was blank, his mismatched eyes boring into Katsuki and the blonde couldn’t tell if he was angry, intrigued or horny. Could be all of the above know him.

“More like a succubus,” Hanta mumbled, sipping at his own beer and pouting. Katsuki turned to glare at his friend, ready to smack him one again if he didn’t shut up. “I’m sorry, what was that?” Ochaco asked, looking at soy sauce with confusion. Fuck no they need to stop, Katsuki couldn’t think about her right now or he was going to burst a blood vessel. “Oh my god, you guys haven’t seen her yet,” Denki gushed excitedly, practically vibrating with excitement as the others turned to look at him in question. Please for the love of god don’t ask, Katsuki begged in his mind. He didn’t want the reminder and he also didn’t want the surprise to be ruined for Shoto. No Katsuki wanted to see the moment the man laid eyes on her.

“Hey, where did she get to anyway? Thought she would be all over you,” Mina asked casually as her eyes darted around the crowded room, looking for her. Out of the corner of his eye Katsuki could see Shoto doing the same, his eyes darting around for any sign of you. Jokes on him, even if she was in the room he would probably look right past her. “She already has,” Denki mumbled next to Katsuki, probably only loud enough for the blonde and Hanta to hear from the way soy sauce chokes on his mouth full of beer. “How the hell should I know? I’m not her god damned keeper,” he growls out angrily, downing the last of the beer and slamming the empty glass down on the table. Fuck his life. Fuck his friends and fuck Y/N and her shitty fucking games. No. Not fuck her. Shit no, don’t think about that.

“So rude,” came a chiding and familiar voice from behind. Katsuki whipped his head back round, glaring as she came to a stop behind Shoto. The others saw her first, Deku choking on his drink and turning red, Ochaco’s mouth hanging open in shock. Shoto didn’t seem to notice his friend’s reactions though, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he turned to face the women behind him. “Hey lo...” the greeting died on his tongue, becoming a garbled mess as he finally laid eyes on her. Katsuki watched as his eyes went wide in shock, mouth hanging open and a delicate pink flush started to spread across his cheeks.

“Hey handsome,” she said cheerfully as she brushed a strand of hair away from his face, her nails gently strolling across his cheek. She lent in placing what looked like a soft kiss on Shoto’s lips and Katsuki pouted, annoyed that he had gotten a kiss so soon when he had been made to wait for it. Shoto didn’t do anything to reciprocate, just stood there as still as a statue and let her kiss him. She pulled back with a chuckle and Katsuki could see her tongue dart out quickly to drag across his lips before she stepped out of his space. Shoto made a weird noise somewhere between a whimper and a whine and she raised a delicate eyebrow at him, a stupidly satisfied smirk on her lips.

“Dude, I think he’s broken,” Denki said, head tipping to the side as he reached across and snapped his fingers next to Shoto’s ear. The mismatched man didn’t react at all, just staring at her and seemingly having shut down completely. Katsuki couldn’t blame him. The shock of seeing her so suddenly and considering how she looked probably sent all his emotions haywire. “Erm Shoto? You okay there?” Deku asked tentatively, reaching round to place a hand on his shoulder and shake him a little. There was still no reaction and even though Katsuki was enjoying Shoto’s stunned look it was starting to get a little concerning.

Huffing out in amusement, Y/N lent forward to speak into Shoto’s ear. Katsuki couldn’t see her or even hear what she was saying but he could see Shoto’s reaction. If possible his eyes got wider, pupils expanding and his blush deepening. He snapped his mouth shut as he quickly turned back round, staring down at his hands and refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. She pulled back with a wide smirk, catching Katsuki’s eye and winking at him. The blonde didn’t have to know what she said to be able to guess the meaning. Shoto was blushing like a fucking virgin so she had either told him what she had done to Katsuki or what she was planning on doing to him.

“Awww your wings are gone,” Mina whined, pouting as she just realised what was missing. “Wings?” Deku asked in amazement, eyes going wide as he turned to look at her but Shoto looked like he was about ready to pass out, his hands shaking as he reached out for the glass of wine in front of him and took a large gulp of it. Katsuki huffed in annoyance. The bastard should think himself lucky, not having to see her in all her demonic glory. Maybe she would show him when she undoubtedly dragged him off to get him invested in their little game.

“Yeah, they’re not really practical in a tightly packed space like this,” she said sorrowfully, a sad smile on her lips. She stepped in closer to Shoto, wrapping a hand around his waist, her clawed fingers splayed low over his abs. She turned to whisper in his ear again, her eyes staying on Katsuki the whole time. The man’s eyes widened, darting up to look at the blonde and Katsuki knew then that he should be worried.

“Shit,” he hissed out, hands grabbing at the edge of the table as he doubled over. The vibrator had come on, probably on the lower setting but he hadn’t been expecting it and the shock of pleasure had blindsided him. Screwing his eyes shut, he tried to gain some form of composure, his body tensing as he waited for the concerned questions from his friends but nothing came. Frowning he lifted his head, looking at the people around the table only to find them all turned away from him, talking to one another and not paying his sudden outburst any attention.

A low chuckle had his head snapping up, finding Y/N grinning down at him. Katsuki sucked in a breath at the image before him, unprepared for what would greet him. Her hand had slid under Shoto’s shirt, tugging it up and giving Katsuki a tantalising glimpse of his abs. The other was curled around his jaw, tipping his head back so she had room to get to his neck where she was currently placing gentle kisses along the exposed skin. His mouth was parted slightly, panting heavily as he watched Katsuki with wide and desperate eyes, his pupils large and giving him the impression of being high. Was that how Katsuki had looked, so completely and utterly gone? Like a desperate, horny mess that would be willing to get on his knees and beg.

Movement out the corner of his eye had Katsuki’s eyes dropping just in time to see her tail as it wrapped around Shoto’s thigh, the flat head pushing down on the erection he was already supporting. They both moaned, Katsuki’s hands tightening on the table as he fought the urge to reach down and palm at his dick. Not that it would do anything to relieve the pressure building up inside of him. “Umm, aren’t you two just delectable. I could just eat you up,” she purred, eyeing Katsuki as she dragged her nose along Shoto’s neck before nipping at his jaw. The man whimpered, his eyes falling closed and his hands blindly reaching out for the women next to him.

This must be really doing it for the pervert. The fact they were out in the open, in a crowded room no less getting him even harder whilst the embarrassment of being surrounded by his friends whilst he gasped and moaned like a desperate slut just turning him on even more. Fuck Katsuki wanted to put his mouth on him. Wanted to suck and lick his way down the other man’s chest whilst she held him place. He wanted to suck the other man down right here, surrounded by people and listen to those desperate little cries he would try and muffle as he raced closer to his climax.

Katsuki growled, low and menacing at the thought, his dick twitching as the vibrations got faster. Shoto let out another choked off moan at the sound, his hand going down to rub at his dick but her hand darted out, fingers curling around his wrist and keeping him from touching himself. “No you don’t love. If you want to play then you have to follow the rules. Isn’t that right Katsuki?” Her black eyes moved to him, Shoto’s flickering open to look at him as well. The blonde cried out, nails digging into the table as the vibrations got faster and stronger, sending shock waves shooting up his spine.

“Do you want to play love?” she asked teasingly. Katsuki could tell she was enjoying herself, getting off on the power she had over them and Katsuki would be a liar if he said he didn’t like it but he just wished she wasn’t doing all this in front of their friends, even if they apparently couldn’t see them. “Yes,” Shoto gasped out, his hand twitching and ice coating his fingers. He looked hopelessly gone and Katsuki knew that feeling, willing to say anything to get some relief. “Good boy”. She placed a kiss on his cheek, Shoto moaning at the gentle touch.

Abruptly she let go of the other man, stepping away from him and letting him stumble without her support. The vibrations shut off and Katsuki groaned in relief, the tension easing as he was finally able to let his death grip on the table go. Opposite him Shoto blinked slowly, his lust blown eyes returning to almost normal. “What was that?” he panted out, turning to look at her with a small frown. She shrugged, smiling at him. “Just a little something to help you get in the spirit of things”. She winked at Shoto, the man’s frown deepening at the action.

“Fucking drudged us is what that is. Like being on god damned ecstasy,” Katsuki grumbled, reaching over to take Deku’s bottle of beer from the table and downing the majority of it in one go. She turned to him with an amused smirk, an eyebrow raised in question. “Oh and you would know what that’s like?” she said sarcastically. Katsuki scowled at her as he put the nerd’s now mostly empty bottle back in front of him. She knew full well he had never taken a single drug in his life and was only aware of its effects from reading about it.

“Are we invisible?” Shoto asked as he turned to the other side, waving his hand in front of Deku’s face. “No love. It’s more like they can see us but their brains don’t actually register what’s going on. They block it out and just act like we’re not even there,” she explained and Katsuki snarled. So people have been able to see them. Shit they better hope no one had been taking god damned photos or all three of their reputations were shot to hell.

“What else you pick up at that fucking slave auction?” Katsuki snapped, his arousal starting to ebb into annoyance. “Enough to make tonight interesting,” she said with a smirk, winking at him. “You ready?” she asked, glancing at both of them but not giving them any time to answer before suddenly Eijiro was bumping into him, jostling the blonde and letting out a startled noise. “Bakugou?” he asked in confusion, turning to look at the blonde with a frown. “Where’d you come from?” Eijiro mumbled and Katsuki grunted, turning his attention back to the women opposite him.

She lent in, whispering into Shoto’s ears, the other man blushing but nodding slightly. “Anyone for another drink?” she asked cheerfully, distracting everyone from their sudden appearance. There was a chorus of cheers, Y/N taking note of their order before disappearing off to the bar. As soon as she was gone Shoto picked up his wine glass and downed the remainder of the red wine. “Excuse me,” Shoto mumbled, stepping away from the table and shooting Katsuki a knowing look as he walked by. Katsuki watched as he made his way over towards the door for the bathrooms and Katsuki knew then exactly what she had whispered to him before she left.

“Is he okay?” Deku asked, his eyes watching the other man as he looked around him before pushing the door open and disappearing into the corridor beyond. “He’s fine,” Katsuki grumbled, wishing he had a drink too busy himself with instead of letting his mind wonder too what could possibly now be happening in the men’s room. Deku frowned, giving the door one more concerned look before picking up his beer, frowning down at in confusion at its now almost empty state.

Not long after Shoto scurried off one of the waiters appeared at the table with a tray ladened with drinks, handing them over to the excited hero’s before clearing the empty glasses and bottles away. No one questioned why Y/N hadn’t been the one to bring them over and as he took a sip of his whiskey Katsuki was thankful he wouldn’t have to try and cover for her because he knew they would be able to tell what was happening before Katsuki had even gotten the words out.

The group fell into easy conversation, jabbering on about things that Katsuki wasn’t listening to, his attention stuck on the door as he waited for Shoto to come back out. They had been in there a while, a good ten minutes having passed since Shoto had headed in their yet no one was questioning it. Katsuki had been sure that by this point he would have had to keep Deku from storming in there after his friend, concerned about his prolonged absence but they didn’t seem to notice or care and Katsuki could only assume it had something to do with whatever quirk Y/N had picked up.

The longer they were in there the more on edge Katsuki felt. He couldn’t help but imagine what was going on, wondering if she was on her knees for the duel quirked man just like she had been for Katsuki. Shoto liked to please though and Katsuki could easily see your two roles reversed with Shoto on his knees and one of her legs slung over his shoulder as he eat her out, her tail between the man’s legs and jerking him off only to constrict around him when he got close to cumming. Either idea was good and had Katsuki’s dick twitching.

He was just about ready to go in there when finally the door opened and Shoto stepped out. He looked fucking wrecked with his shirt a little screwed up and his hair a lot messier than before, almost like it had had hands in it and then hastily been flattened down. He had a blush on his cheeks and his lips looked kiss swollen, his eyes still a little glazed over with lust. Unlike Katsuki he didn’t have a single mark on him apart from one. On his collarbone, unhidden by his open shirt was a dark purple splotch that looked ten times worse than any of Katsuki’s.

Their eyes met across the crowded room, the both of them seeming to still as they stared at one another. Katsuki sucked in a sharp breath, watching the other man do the same as the vibrations started again, low and slow and all so maddening. His hand clenched on his glass as he bit down on the inside of his lip to keep from moaning. He could see Eijiro eyeing him with a mix of worry and confusion but Katsuki was too fixated on the way Shoto’s lips had parted on a gasp to really care. It was going to be a long night and suddenly Katsuki was regretting his confidence about making it to the end.

The night carried on in much the same fashion, the vibrations coming and going seemingly at random as she teased them to the point of insanity. He and Shoto had shared a silent understanding that the two of them should stay apart to avoid suspicion or giving into temptation and for the most part they had, only really crossing each other’s paths going to and from the bar.

Katsuki felt like every inch of his skin was a raw nerve, every part of him feeling like pins and needles as the pleasure kept building up only to suddenly disappear. He had lost track of time but he was sure it had only been a couple of hours but it was a few hours to much and he was just about ready to explode.

He had abandoned the others, finally having snapped at them when they had asked one too many times if he was okay as he tried not to squirm as the vibrations had been ramped up to the top setting. He had retreated to the bar, ordering another double whisky and leaning against the counter as he tried to make himself sip from it. Being drunk wouldn’t help anything at this point and would probably only make him more likely to do something embarrassing like ask her to just let him cum already in front of all their friends.

Thankfully the vibrations had been turned down low, the vibrator slowly and gently buzzing against his sensitive head. He was still on edge, feeling keyed up and almost like he was ready for a fight but like this his arousal was less demanding and Katsuki was able to think a little clearer. Not that he could think about anything other than sex at the moment, his brain stuck on the act. At this point he didn’t care if it was her or Shoto, he just wanted to get his damned dick into one of them and fucking cum already.

He felt arms wrap around his waist, a head burying against his shoulder blades and he didn’t have to look to know who it was. “Get off me,” he grumbled half-heartedly. “No,” came Shoto’s mumbled reply, his arms tightening as he grabbed at Katsuki’s shirt. Katsuki could feel his erection against his ass, the man pressing in closer and whimpering from the friction. “God fucking damn it. Get the hell off me bastard,” he growled, putting his glass down on the counter and reaching round to grab at Shoto’s arm, tugging until the man got the idea and moved round to stand next to Katsuki instead. As soon as he had moved Shoto let his head fall forward to rest against the blondes should, clutching at Katsuki’s chest and moaning gently.

“You’re not making this any fucking easier,” Katsuki tightened his grip on Shoto’s arm, his nails digging in as he let out his own shaky moan. He had been doing just fine before the idiot had plastered himself against Katsuki and now all he could think about was how Shoto was squirming against him, his dick rubbing against Katsuki’s thigh and muffling his little moans against Katsuki’s neck. It was fucking maddening and Katsuki was slowly losing the battle.

“Just stop already or someone is going to see,” Katsuki hissed but he didn’t let go of the other man, instead shifting slightly so his thigh pushed harder against Shoto’s dick. He could feel the vibrations through their clothes, the damned thing making his leg tingle. “Don’t care,” Shoto pushed out in a gasp, his hand tightening on Katsuki’s chest and tugging his t-shirt down. Letting go of Shoto’s wrist Katsuki looped his arm around his waist and pulled the man closer against him.

“Course you don’t. You like knowing people are watching, don’t you slut? You like knowing all these people could watch you fall apart. I bet you would let me jerk you off right now. Press you against the bar and shove my hand down your pants, bet you’d beg for it so pretty,” Katsuki growled his words into Shoto’s ear, making sure to keep his voice low enough that only he would be able to hear the filth he was spewing. Shoto shuddered against him, letting out a moan that was probably too loud but Katsuki couldn’t care less as he pulled back to admire the mess of the other man.

He looked so gone, his hair a mess and his entire face flushed red. His pupils were blown wide, swallowing all the colour in his eyes and if anyone else was to look at him they would be sure to think he was on drugs. “Look at you, so fucking desperate for it. Bet I could get you to cum just by telling you everything I’m going to do to you”. As he spoke Katsuki reached up, tugging the tie from Shoto’s hair and letting it cascade down his back and shoulders. Katsuki loved his hair. It was always so fucking soft and he could spend hours just running his fingers through it and playing with the long strands. She liked it to, liked to brush and braid it and Shoto enjoyed every moment of it.

Slipping his hand into the silk strands Katsuki leant forward to start placing light kisses up and down his neck, his grip tightening to move Shoto’s head back to give him better access to his jaw. “Please,” Shoto gasped, both hands now fisted in the front of Katsuki’s shirt as he turned him so they were facing one another. Instantly Katsuki slotted his thigh between the other man’s legs, his other hand going to the small of Shoto’s back and urging him forward to grind against his thigh.

“Fuck me. Please, just fuck me already. I want it. Want you. Want to feel you inside me,” Shoto babbled and Katsuki groaned at the images it supplied. Fuck he wanted that, wanted to bend the man over the bar and just fuck into him hard and fast until he cried. Growling Katsuki lifted his head from Shoto’s neck and yanked his head down to press his lips hungrily against the other mans. It was desperate, their lips moving against each other’s hard and fast, teeth clacking against each other’s.

Katsuki slid his hand down, grabbing at Shoto’s ass and pressing him forward. He loved the noises the other man made, he and Y/N having spent hours coaxing the sounds from him. It was like a game for the two of them, seeing witch one could get him to scream the loudest but it normally dissolved into the two of them just working together to take him apart. Katsuki nipped at Shoto’s lips, swallowing the startled moan he let out. His hand began to wonder, slipping back to brush his fingers against the seam of his trousers, tracing along it and pushing down only to find something solid in the way.

Shoto’s mouth opened on a gasp and Katsuki took the opportunity to shove his tongue inside as he pressed down on the plug. Fuck. Had he come wearing that or had Y/N bent him over the men’s room sink and worked it into him. Shit it was no wonder he was so desperate to be fucked, Katsuki could feel the thing vibrating in time to the shitty thing on his dick. Katsuki pulled away from the kiss with a groan, pressing his forehead against Shoto’s. They were panting against each other’s mouths and staring into each other’s eyes. Deliberately Katsuki pushed down on the plug, watching in delight as Shoto’s eyes screwed shut, a low groan tumbling from his lips as Katsuki continued to press down on it.

“Having fun?” came an amused voice from the behind them and Katsuki groaned in frustration. Shoto whined as Katsuki let go of him, pressing his ass back in search of Katsuki’s fingers but they were already gone, the blonde gripping the other man’s hips tight to keep him still. “Oh don’t stop on my account I was rather enjoying the show”. Katsuki glared at!her, looking over Shoto’s shoulder to see her leant casually against the bar, glass in one hand and a wide smirk on her lips.

“Fuck off,” he grumbled, glaring at her as her smile got bigger, showing off her fangs. “Always the charmer,” she said sarcastically, lifting her glass to her lips and taking a drink of the clear liquid that Katsuki knew would be vodka. “Why’d you stop?” Shoto mumbled against Katsuki’s shoulder, his hands gripping at Katsuki’s shirt. The blonde could feel the temperature difference through his clothes, the heat and cold sinking in and making him shiver. “Yes Katsuki, why did you stop?” she said teasingly, giving Katsuki a knowing look as she leant back against the bar. He hated how good she looked, all casual confidence and the promise of something dark and tempting lingering around her.

All that red skin on display, her leather trousers low on her hips and the bra only just managing to contain her tits. Her head was tipped back slightly, exposing the long column of her neck and making Katsuki want to bite down into it until he felt the skin give. She was looking at them through her lashes, her red lips parted slightly and just showing off her teeth and snake like tongue. He wanted to reach forward and grab one of her horns and yank her down into a kiss, trapping Shoto between the two of them.

“Because we’re in the middle of a god damned bar,” he growled out angrily as he tried to stop himself from giving in and Shoto really wasn’t making things easy with the way he had attached his lips to the blonds neck, sucking a deep bruise under his chin. She let out a snort of amusement and pushed herself away from the bar, placing her glass down on top of it. “Well if you’re not going to play with him then I certainly will”.

That was all the warning either of them got before the vibrations kicked up to full speed and power. Katsuki couldn’t stop the startled cry if he had tried, his head tipping back and eyes screwing shut. Shoto wasn’t any better. He was grinding against Katsuki’s leg, gripping tightly at him in desperation and almost sobbing against his neck. It was too much, everything pressing down on Katsuki and he could feel it bubbling up inside of him, his insides burning and twisting with the need to cum but he couldn’t, the damned cock ring cutting off any chance at relief.

“Knock it off,” he groaned as he tipped his head forward to rest on Shoto’s shoulder. “No, don't think I will,” she teased. Katsuki didn’t have to see her to know she was still smirking, so smug in her enjoyment of their frustration. Shoto moaned, shifting his position slightly and suddenly his thigh was pressing against Katsuki’s straining dick. Katsuki bit down onto the other man’s shoulder in an attempt to muffle his moan, his hips jerking forward as he sought out more friction. Fuck it felt so good and he was quickly kissing his will to stop.

Y/N laughed lowly and Katsuki felt her arms brush against his stomach as she wrapped her arms around Shoto. When she spoke she was closer, her cool breath fanning out across his forehead and ruffling his hair. “Are you close Katsuki? Is it all too much? You know all you have to do is ask and all this will be over. Just beg me to let you cum and I’ll gladly end your suffering”. Her voice was a smooth, a sultry purr that had both he and Shoto moaning. Her hand slipped down, her knuckles pressing against Katsuki’s dick as she began to rub her hand across Shoto’s erection.

It was too much and Katsuki didn’t think he could take much more, especially not with both her and Shoto there now. The man was grinding against her hand, pushing it against Katsuki and clinging to the blonde like he was the only thing keeping him up. It would be so easy to say yes, to give in and let her do whatever the hell she wanted to him. All he had to do was beg for it and she would grant him relief. “Fuck. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up,” he hissed angrily, his voice muffled by Shoto’s shoulder. He just wanted her to stop and let him fucking focus for a second.

She shifted, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered her next words. “Make me.” Her forked tongue flicked out to drag along the side of his face and Katsuki felt her moan of delight to his core, like she could taste just how far gone he was. Growling he shoved away from the bar and forced her and Shoto away from him. Without another word he quickly made his way towards the toilets, slamming doors open and stumbling into an empty stall and slamming it closed behind him.

Katsuki didn’t think, leaning against the door as he fumbled with the belt and the zipper on his jeans. He shoved his jeans and underwear down to his knees in one quick movement, his dick springing free. He wasn’t thinking as he yanked the vibrator and cock ring off, letting them fall to the floor with a clatter. He moaned loudly as he got his hand round him, a wave of relief washing over him as he quickly jerked his hand up and down his length. It felt so good, the glide of his hand across his sensitive and neglected length and after the last few hours it didn’t take long before he felt that white heat rushing up. He bit at his lip to try and muffle his moan, his body going tense as finally he came, his hot seed spilling over his fingers and his vision going white.

His come down was hazy, his whole body feeling heavy and raw and he came to with a clarity he hadn’t had just a few moments ago. Groaning Katsuki let his head fall back, hitting the door with a thump. Shit, what had he done? He’d let her get to him, her whispered words and sure touches pushing and pushing until he hadn’t been able to take any more. Shoto hadn’t made it any better and he knew that she had used the other man’s state against him. It had all gotten out of hand so quickly, that stupid quirk she was using making them both clash against each other with a hunger he hadn’t felt since the first time he had slept with the other man.

“Fucks sake,” Katsuki grumbled, shoving away from the door and grabbing some toilet paper to clean his hand off. He flushed it before yanking up his pants and jeans, tucking his now flaccid dick back inside his pants. He bent down, grabbing the abandoned toys off the floor. The thing had stopped vibrating, just laying unassumingly in his palm like it hadn’t been the source of his torment for the last hour or so. Huffing he shoved them into his pocket, he wouldn’t be able to get them back on any time soon, not that he wanted to but he might be able to hide it from Y/N for a little while longer if he was lucky.

He pulled the door open, striding over to the sink and washing his hands aggressively in an attempt to hide the evidence of his failure. He had caved, had been so sure in his confidence but he should have known she would win. She had set them both up to fail from the start and it was Katsuki’s own fault for not asking for specifics, too focused on the things she was doing to really pay attention to what she was asking him to do. He was never going to live it down that he had been the first out of him and Shoto to give in.

Checking out his appearance in the mirror Katsuki decided that there was nothing he could do to hide the fact he had just gotten off. The only thing he could do was avoid Y/N as best as possible and hope that she waited till after they got home to call him out on it and maybe she would let up on Shoto so the poor git did end up setting the whole place on fire. Groaning he headed towards the door, squaring his shoulders and readying himself for whatever he would face back out in the bar and yanked the door open only to come face to face with the one person he had wanted to avoid.

She had both hands braced against either side of the door frame, her black eyes trained on him and a vicious smile on her red lips. “Enjoying yourself love?” she teased and all Katsuki could do was stare at her in a mix of shock and embarrassment. “I..,” he stammered out but before Katsuki could say anything else she shoved at his chest and forced him back into the room. He stumbled back, barely keeping himself on his feet but she didn’t relent, shoving him backwards towards the sinks before grabbing his arm and forcing him to turn around. She shoved him over the sink, Katsuki only just managing to get his free hand on the mirror before his face collided with it. He hissed out as she twisted the arm she was holding behind his back, kicking his legs out and pressing her front against his back.

Her free hand snaked under his arm and gripped at his jaw, forcing his head up so he was looking at their reflection in the mirror. She was smirking widely, her fangs showing and her wings back, spread out behind her. She looked every bit the devil she was pretending to be and Katsuki felt like he was about to get eaten. “I must admit I was surprised you were the one to break first. I was convinced Shoto wouldn’t make it past an hour. Guess he won that bet”. She spoke directly next to his ear, her horns brushing against his temple and her tail curling around his leg.

“I’m glad it was you though. I get to play with Shoto often enough but you, oh you are a rare treat to sink my teeth into.” To emphasise her words she dragged her teeth across his neck, her sharp fangs scratching and leaving thin red lines behind. Katsuki groaned, his whole body jerking as he tried to break free of her hold but she just squeezed tighter, pushing her body against his and pinning him against the counter. The edge was digging painfully into his hips and he was sure there would be bruises come morning but they would probably just be one of many. “Your punishment will be such sweet torment,” she whispered in his ear, sucking the lobe between her lips and nibbling on it.

Katsuki grit his teeth, growling at her words. He had known something like this would happen, could tell what kind of mood she had been in from the moment he had seen her but she had never been so aggressive with him before and he would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. He liked she could pin him down just from skill and without using a quirk, liked it too much apparently because he could already feel the first little stirring of arousal as she pressed her crotch against his ass.

She dragged her lips across his jaw, her eyes staying focused on their reflection as she sucked another mark high up by his ear and smirking as he groaned. With a satisfied smirk she pulled back slightly, her tail slowly uncurling. “You have ten minutes then I expect you to be outside and ready to go,” she said abruptly as she let go of him and stepped away, leaving him bent over the sink. “Don’t keep me waiting,” was the last thing she said before disappearing with a crack and leaving Katsuki alone once more.

Groaning Katsuki brought his arm round and pushed himself up. He didn’t know what she had planned but he could guess it wasn’t going to go well for him, not to start with anyway. There would probably be more teasing, more of working him up and leaving him unsatisfied just for her own amusement. It was going to be a long night and the sad fact was Katsuki could already feel himself getting worked up, excitement and anticipation building up inside of him. She had won their little game, even though she hadn’t played fair and Katsuki’s freedom was forfeit, just for tonight and he would enjoy every moment of it.

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ramenaddicted · 2 years

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The Shoto x Momo x reader angst fic is coming along nicely. Look at the banner I made for it, I was riding the struggle bus on this one, but I had a lot of fun.

#ramenrants #yaz talks #momo x shoto #momo x shoto angst #shoto x reader #shoto x fem!reader #shoto angst #momo angst

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rxdidz · 1 year

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hi love!! can i request the bnha boys when they're jealous? please and thank youu!! :D hope you're having a great day and remember to take breaks whenever you need to ♡

⨳ the bnha boys when jealous !!

hcs / ft. katsuki, izuku, shoto, sero, denki

katsuki

the worst out of everyone here

gets jealous even when denki says hi to you 😭

like he’s OKAY if the person doesn’t know your together but when they do he’s about to throw hands

SO much eye rolling n grumbling when that guys talking

insults him at least once

he trusts you but like he wants to be the only guy to make u smile

when the guy tries to hug you bye?? he instantly grabs your hand and turns you guys in the other direction.

probably makes fun of him as soon as he leaves 😣

he’s so petty, he’s quiet afterwards n not responding to u 😭

izuku

he’s so cutie patootie

he looks so concerned like his eyebrows are furrowed HELP

probably frowning a bit as you talk because did he just touch your shoulder???

like he’s quietly fuming in the background

holds your hand <3

overthinks a lot n hes so quiet that you have to wave your hand in front of his face 😭

tries to make it not obvious but fails

afterwards he looks so sad kiss him

“he was just, kinda looking at you funny..” he mumbled.

he just gets more insecure than jealous i think pls reassure him

shoto

quieter than usual

also he’s never felt jealous before so he’s like??? why am i so mad???

also frowning and just observing your behaviour with this guy

wants you guys to leave rn

once the guy makes a comment about how u look good today he bluntly asks “y/n, what time it?” so you guys can go 😭

you guys stay for like 5 more minutes and the whole time hes trying not to glare at him

he grabs your hand “we have to go, sorry.” he apologizes but he does not mean it.

he’s also really quiet because he’s embarrassed 😭

sero

the chillest of everyone here

he’s mature so he doesn’t make a big deal outta it

like if the guy doesn’t know your in a relationship it’s okay because your pretty he knows that ⁉️

but if he does know then he’s mad cause like back off 😭

looks annoyed while he talks but it’s okay

agrees with every compliment he gives you and brings up something about you dating

plays with your hands as you talk

once he asks you out that’s when he’s genuinely annoyed cause what

“uh, shes with me.” he stated.

teases you afterwards with a stupid grin “idk go ask your boyfriend.”

denki

pouty.

very clingy

he gets jealous but not in the mad at you way

he came over to u and threw his arm over your shoulder

“hey babe! who’s this?”

once the guy flirts with you his grins fades and he’s just staring blankly at him.

he trusts u ofc but he doesn’t trust this guy 😭

hugs you from behind as you talk

“cmon, let’s go eat lunch now!” he whined, playfully dragging you away. (but he’s fr like let’s leave rn)

when your eating lunch together hes talking about it the whole time.

“did you think he was funny? because i didn’t..” he pouted.

“kaminari i have to talk to him we’re doing a project together??😭”

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x fem!reader #bakugou x reader #denki x reader #kaminari x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #sero hanta x reader #sero x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #deku x reader #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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How would Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, Dabi, Eijirou, Mirio act when they cum early?

Have I ever written something like this? I don't think I did, odd, but fun.

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya, Bakugo Katsuki, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Mirio Togata x Fem!Reader

Taglist: nsfw, smut, marathon sex, rough sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, embarrassment, praise, affirmation, cuddlefucking, kissing

A/N: I love new ideas, keep them coming (like these characters will be)

Poor Izuku is so embaressed that he finished in a few pumps that he pulls out and backs up, face aflame and getting worse as he sees his cum pouring out of your pussy. It's a hot sight but he barely got in there and he already came. He feels like he should have more stamina then that because of his training. He's feeling the anxiety and the pressure to make you come and doesn't know how to fix it because he's already soft. You see how much its affecting him right now and you pull him close and on top of you, his soft cock pressing against your clit and the outside of your pussy. He might be soft now but you can get him going again. Besides, it took a lot for him to get into the prime fighting shape he's in now right? Same thing with sex, you just have to keep practicing until he can go all night.

Bakugo is pretty snappy when he finishes early. He's angry, not at you, at himself. He's not selfish, not when it comes to sex, he loves to make you come, loves knowing he's making you feel good, hearing you moaning his name so of course he's not stopping just because he finished early. He keeps his cock snug inside your hole, feeling the combining warmth around his cock. If you think he's quitting now you must not know him as much as he thought you did, if he can't make you come with his cock then he'll use his hands, he's always been good with them. Besides he'll be hard again soon and then you're in real trouble because he intends to creampie you until your pussy can't take anymore, in a manner of minutes or hours, doesn't matter.

Shoto blinks a few times, in minor disbelief that he just came. Huh. You must have effected him more then he thought. Take that as a compliment because very few pussies have made him come earlier then he wanted to. He keeps his hips rolling slowly while kissing your neck, running his hot and cold tongue across your sensitive skin. Moan like that again, say his name like a prayer and he'll be hard again in minutes. If he does pull out it will be to change positions and get behind you, your ass in the air for him, his cum trailing down your thighs and onto his hard again cock. You ready for round two? He promises to make you see stars first this time.

Eijiro laughs a little at himself before his face gets sad. Well... that very embarrassing for him. And he's the kind of guy who can go for a very long time when he's in your mouth, who knew that just a taste of your pussy would make him lose his composure. In that case... can he use your mouth to clean up? While you're doing that he's not gonna leave you hanging, he made you dirty too. With your mouth on his dick and your sopping cunt in his face he doesn't have to ask to know when you're close. He can feel your thrusting into his tongue, your pussy flowing with his cum, dripping onto his fingers before he wipes it away and pushes it back in. His cock will be ready for your pussy again soon, you just keep working your magic tongue on it.

Mirio holds your hips upwards, pounding into you with full force, he's rushing towards him coming, he wants to come, even if its faster then he usually does. When his cum is spilling down your stomach he chuckles and winks at you, rubbing his hands together and wrapping one hand around his cock, giving it a few quick strokes before putting you on your side and thrusting his cock back in, he doesn't care that its currently soft, your pussy will get it rock hard in no time won't it? Yeah, because you love how it feels, how he feels, how he whispers into your ear, your pussy all but jacking him off at this point.

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neptunesopening · 4 months

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𝐌𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬’ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

contains: bakugou, kirishima, kaminari, sero, todoroki, and midoriya

warnings: fem reader

a/n: first post of the year 🙏🏽

bakugou

definitely acts of service & quality time

maybe a splash of physical touch, but only in private

“suki. i can carry my own bags into the house.” you said trying to grab the bag back from him. “no i got it. you just sit there and look pretty.” you roll your eyes at him and just walk beside him and asking him questions about his day.

kirishima

if there was someone who was all of them it’s definitely him

he gives you them all in one date by itself

you heard a knock of your door and you opened it to see your boyfriend, eijiro. “hey ei, come in.” you stepped aside for him to walk in the house. “i bought you something” he hands you a small box. you open it and it’s a necklace.

“this is so pretty thank you!” you said and he walked to your kitchen. you followed him confused and he started washing your dishes. “what are you doing?” you peered over his shoulder. “washing my pretty girl’s dishes.” you shook your head as you watched him wash the dishes.

kaminari

physical touch & a splash of words of affirmation

he always has to be touching you & he’s always complimenting you

denki showed up to your dorm and you were sitting on your bed and he plops beside you and lays down on your lap. “you look so beautiful, what did i do to deserve you?” he whines and you just smile. you run your hand up the side of his face. “you were just you.” he moves to hug your waist as he’s laying down. “ugh i love you” he sighs.

sero

words of affirmation & quality time

honestly he would sit in a room with you just watching tiktok in silence and he’d be happy

“bro i forgot you were there sero. we haven’t said a word in 30 minutes.” you said and he laughed. “i like just spending time in your presence, it’s comforting.” you kissed him and smiled. “i hate your nice words.” he gave you another kiss, “well it’s not going anywhere sweetheart.”

todoroki

words of affirmation

i think it makes up for what he didn’t get in his childhood 🙁🙁

“hey sho.” he looks up from his book at you. “yes?” he asks and you kiss his cheek. “i’m proud of you, i know i haven’t told you lately.” he blinks once and then twice. “um. thank you and i’m very proud of you and proud to be your boyfriend.” you smile and kiss him. “you’re so precious.”

midoriya

gifts & physical touch

i think he would like to make things and give them to you, not just store bought stuff

“i made you this.” he gives you a bouquet of paper flowers. “what! this is so cute. what the heck zuku.” you gave him a hug and a face full of kisses. he laughs at your antics. “i’m glad you like it. i watched like 3 videos just to make sure they were correct.” you gave him more kisses. “i literally have the best boyfriend. like what.”

why are all the mha boys so pretty??? that bakugou picture actually rots my brain.

#fluff #x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #denki kaminari #denki kaminari x reader #hanta sero #hanta sero x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader

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chaepink · 1 year

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awoken | sub!todoroki shoto

wc: 600+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, somnophilia, dacryphillia, mommy kink, humping, begging, slight edging, ruined orgasm

note : oops accidentally confused dacryphillia with somnophilia but its okay

also repost

"oh fuckkk pleaseee—"

You groan and turn your head the other way, trying to shade your eyes from the sun. Unsuccessful with that, you feel yourself start to wake up. However, a relatively heavy weight moving on your thigh wakes you up even further. Not only that but whines and whimpers are coming from the said weight on you. Weird.

Your eyes flutter open, trying to adjust to the bright light. Now, imagine the shock on your face when you find out that the weight on your thigh was actually your beloved boyfriend, who was oh so shamelessly humping your thigh.

He makes eye contact with you but doesn't stop. Instead, he only speeds up faster, throwing his head back with a choked moan as he fucks himself on your thigh just right. There's a rather obvious tent on his underwear that—even if you try—you can't take your eyes off. The wet stain there from pre-cum doesn't help either.

"Fuck shoto," you rasp, voice slightly deep from just waking up. "What's gotten you so riled up, hm?" Your hands find their way onto his waist, rubbing the exposed skin there from where his shirt rose up, which riles shoto even more, making him speed up.

He looks down at you, tears brimming his eyes. "H-had a dream about you.." You raise your eyebrow.

"A dream about me, huh? Tell me about it, baby," you say, "I assume it was rather dirty? Considering the way you're all horny this morning." You give him a grin. "You know, humping my thigh and all that."

Though he must've done it subconsciously, you feel him speed up a little. He must like the teasing.

The hands on his hips tighten, almost possessive-like.

"Go on, baby." You grin at him. "Tell me all about your dirty, dirty dream about me."

The breath hitches in his throat as he stares at your nervously. His face is turning red, how cute.

"I-I... I.. was underneath you," he whispers, covering his red face with his hands but a sharp snap of his hips on your thigh made him let out a mewl, his hands going to grab onto your arms instead. You grin.

"Yeah, baby? Tell me more, what was I doing?"

"Y-you were ah! playing with my nipples and-" He lets out a choked moan. "T-there was a v-vibrator in me, I-I think."

"Yeah? It went like that?" He lets out a sob as he nods. "a-and I was calling you m-mommy.."

Taking pity on him, you decide to help him out a bit. The pace you set is brutal, just the way you know todoroki loves it. He's quick to try to match your pace but decides it's helpless as he just sits back and lets you take full control. It's not long until he turns into a drooling, sobbing mess on your thigh.

A few tears begin trickling down his adorable, red face as you continue. He lets out another sob.

"mommy please! plea- ah! please!!"

He's close, you know it. However, you beat him to it and stop your movements, making todoroki let out a whine. Tears begin running down his face from his ruined orgasm. Before he starts to beg, you flip him over so you're the one on top and kiss his cheek, shutting him up quick. You wipe his tear-stained cheeks as he stares up at you with red, pleading eyes.

"Shhh don't worry baby. You'll get to cum soon, I promise." You smile at him. "Though how about we make that dream of yours come true while we're at it?"

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

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slayfics · 4 months

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You know how you did You get caught trying to sneak into Katsuki’s room. Can you do a reverse one? Like, one where the guys get caught sneaking into the readers room? I feel like it be a chaotic mess and super funny lol 😂

Katsuki gets caught sneaking into your room.

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Chapter Two

"Man, are you sure we won't get caught?" Eijiro said, following Katsuki reluctantly to the girl's side of the dorms.

"We will if you keep complaining so loud shitty hair!" Katsuki barked back at him.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous, you know?" Eijiro said in a much quieter voice.

"It's fine, trust me," Katsuki reassured his friend. "Besides, they both miserably failed and got caught by Iida last time so- it has to be us to sneak over this time," Katsuki explained as he hit the button for the girl's elevator.

Eijiro laughed at the thought of the girls getting scolded by Iida for trying to sneak into the boy's dorms, "It makes it easier that both of our girls are on the same floor, hu?" Eijiro said, smiling at his friend.

"I guess. It doesn't matter either way. We're not going to get caught like they did!" Finally, the elevator dinged open. However, to Katsuki's and Eijiro's surprise, it was not empty.

"Oh, um- hi," Shoto greeted the two boys, surprised to see them waiting for the girl's elevator.

"The hell are you doing here, Icy Hot?!" Katsuki asked.

"I'm just leaving from studying with Yayarozu," he answered.

"Studyinggg~ right," Eijiro said, laughing.

Shoto looked at Eijiro, confused by his statement.

Katsuki let out an annoyed huff, "Well, get out of the damn elevator then," he demanded.

"Oh- actually I forgot to give her back her book so- I was going to go back up," Shoto said, holding and pointing to a book in his hand.

"Well, guess we are all going up then," Eijiro said, cheerfully stepping into the elevator.

"Ugh- fine," Katsuki groaned and stepped in.

"Where are you two going?" Shoto asked as he waited to hear what button to press for everyone.

"None of your damn business!" Katsuki yelled.

At the same time, Eijiro politely said, "Fourth floor please."

"God damn it shitty hair!" Katsuki yelled.

"It's fine- I'm not going to say anything," Shoto said. "But um- what are you two doing up here this late?"

"Studying!" Eijiro answered too hastily, voice filled with anxiety. However, Shoto didn't question the two boys' motives any further.

"The fuck?" Katsuki remarked as the elevator stopped and dinged on the third floor.

"Oh- someone is getting in," Shoto mused.

The three boys stood uncomfortably in the elevator as the doors opened and revealed Denki on the third floor.

"Ohhhh~ hey you guys! What are you all doing here, hmm?" he said, giving the boys a wink.

"Shut the hell up and get in Dunce Face!" Katsuki yelled.

"Why are you acting so weird?" Shoto asked.

Denki just laughed and entered the elevator, then glanced over at the buttons.

"Hmm ok, so the fourth and fifth floor. I think I can guess what rooms everyone's headed to," He teased.

"Hey man, don't make it weird, ok?" Eijiro pleaded.

"What's weird about studying?" Shoto asked.

"Uh," Denki murmured, but before he could make a comment Katsuki intervened.

"Where the hell were you anyway?" Katsuki asked.

"I think it's only Jiro and Hagakure on the third floor, so- my guess is Jiro?" Eijiro said, turning to his friend.

Before Denki could confirm or deny, the elevator opened up to the fourth floor.

"Finally, I can get away from you morons," Katsuki grumbled, but before he could step out, Izuku came from around the corner and crashed into him.

"THE HELL?!" Katsuki hollered.

"Oh! Kacchan! I'm sorry!" Izuku said, apologizing frantically.

"The fuck are you doing here, nerd?!" Katsuki questioned.

"I was just leaving! I was um- studying with Uraraka!" Izuku explained.

Denki laughed, "A lot of 'studying' going on tonight hu?"

"UH- I guess so. Is that why you're all here?" Izuku asked.

"Yep! Just um- about to get started," Eijiro said, laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's kind of late to just start studying, isn't it?" Izuku asked.

"Yeah, don't you think you guys should get some rest for training tomorrow?" Shoto asked.

"Are they for real right now?" Denki asked, holding in his laughter.

"Tch, probably," Katsuki exclaimed.

"Wait so- you two," Denki said, pointing to Izuku and Shoto, "Were actually studying?"

"What else would we be doing?" Shoto asked plainly.

Before Denki could make any more comments, the boys heard a loud bang followed by-

"Almost there, the forbidden lands~"

"Is it just me or- did that sound like Mineta in the vents?" Denki asked, looking between the boys.

"He never stops, hu?" Izuku said exhaustedly.

"Fucking perv!" Katsuki yelled and stalked over to the vent. "Yeah, that's him in there... Hey! Half and Half, heat up this vent!" Katsuki demanded.

"Won't that hurt him?" Shoto asked.

"Tch- nah it'll just teach him a lesson," Katsuki replied.

"Yeah besides, it's super unmanly to try and spy on girls in their private rooms," Eijiro convinced Todoroki further.

"I suppose you're right," Shoto said as he moved closer to the vent and shot some fire down, heating up the vent red hot in the process.

"OW!" Minoru's scream came ringing out of the vent.

Katsuki, Denki, and Kirishima burst out laughing.

"LAUGH ALL YOU WANT I'M CALLING AIZAWA AND BUSTING YOU GUYS FOR BEING AT THE GIRL'S DORM SO LATE!"

The boys exchanged glances with one another.

"BACK IN THE ELEVATOR GO!" Eijiro yelled, and they all hurried back in fear of being caught by Aizawa.

"Oh, this is bad!" Izuku exclaimed shaking in the back of the elevator.

"Come on Dunce Face! Press the fucking first floor already!" Katsuki yelled.

"I'm rushing, I'm rushing!" Denki said frantically, but as he pressed the button, his anxiety overtook him, causing him to pop off his quirk. A loud buzzing sound went off as the doors closed to the elevator and the lights shut off.

"YOU SHORT CIRCUITED THE ELEVATOR DUMB ASS!" Katsuki yelled.

"OH CRAP!" Denki yelled back in response.

"You guys! We are going to get caught!" Eijiro said, panicked.

Shoto sat in the corner of the elevator calmly.

Izuku panicked, mumbling to himself, "What do you think Aizawa will think? Surly, we were just studying so- that's fine, right? But it is 9pm, he might think that we were up to no good like Mineta bu-"

"SHUT UP NERD!" Katsuki barked.

"Hu, this is worse than the girls getting caught by Iida don't you think, Bakugo?" Eijiro laughed, finding comedy in the situation now.

"I'm going to murder every last one of you," Katsuki grumbled as he sat down on the floor, accepting his fate.

The other boys shrugged and gave in, waiting for their inevitable punishment from Aizawa.

Thank you for requesting a part two! I had a lot of fun with this!

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries

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quitesins · 2 years

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Calling them bro after you start dating

Masterlist

Katsuki | Shouto | Izuku | Eijirou

Tags: SFW, but suggestive, Fem!Reader, Crack? Fluff, Comedy, kinda ooc, Characters are all aged up, Deku’s is a lot more suggestive. The tense on this is all over the place, I’ll fix once I have the brain power to do so

Bakugou Katsuki

Even before you were dating it sort of ticked him off- being called bro by you- so after you start dating, does it drive him MAD!

“Stop that shit.”

You’re too used to his huffy behaviour so you pay it no mind, just rolling your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He glares, albeit not harshly.

His stare lingers and you find yourself finally caving and asking what’s wrong. “Bro what?”

“That.” He points at you, looking dramatically offended. “Calling me bro? I’m your Boyfriend.”

The realisation that it’s being called ‘bro’ that had Bakugou acting all pouty, has you choking back a laugh.

“Katsuki, bro, is that it?” You sputter through the giggles.

“Oh fuck off [Name].” It isn’t angry sounding and he takes a seat by you, almost cuddling. “What if I started calling you extra, Hah?”

“You used to!” You poke him and he shoots you yet another glare. “‘Fucking extra, go out with me’ if I recall correct.”

Then he’s groaning and turning his head, sporting an evident blush. “I thought we agreed to not talk about that again.”

“What, I said yes didn’t I?” You go to cup his cheeks so he faces you. You then push yourself to his lap, seating yourself comfortably “And here I am, in your arms, 5 years later.” His frown had started to soften, but like the menace you are, you couldn’t help but tease a little more. “Bro.”

This time he rolls his eyes, smitten enough to let you tease. “You’re the fuckin’ worst, ya’ know that?” His words mean nothing with how gentle they leave him.

“I know.” You grin, pecking him on the lips. “But you love me anyways.”

He returns your kisses almost instinctively, then sighs out a soft. “Yeah… I do.”

“But actually stop calling me bro, next time I’ll kick your ass.”

“Kats’!! You’re so mean!!”

Todoroki Shouto

Thinks he’s in the bro zone.

Although he’s not unaware of the feelings of those around him by any means, he can be a little ignorant to nuances of speech, taking things too literally at times. So when you refer to him as bro, oh he assumes the worst.

To be fair it isn’t just on him, you’re just as bad calling your crush bro. What did you expect.

It takes multiple hurdles, an abundance of google searches along the lines of “Does my crush like me back?” or “How to tell if a woman is interested you.” Unbelievably useless advice from resident-playboy Denki, and a more than awkward conversation with his father, for Shouto to actually find himself in a relationship with you.

So when you call him bro even after you start dating, oh god is he even more confused.

“[Name], Do you see me as a brother figure?”

The question is out of the blue and you can only stutter out a “What?”

“You keep calling me bro, even ‘broski’ once.” He prompts.

You hadn’t even noticed that, and it’s a little embarrassing to finally realise; you very much have been calling your crush-now-boyfriend ‘bro’ for years.

“Oh god, it’s just habit.” You insist. “I don’t see you as a brother, no.”

He doesn’t respond immediately, seemingly in thought.

When he does reply though, his words are a little stuttered. “You call- Katsuki and Izuku ‘bro’ too…”

You’re not sure why that matters until it clicks, he wants to be called something special.

“Would you like it if I called you something else, how about love? I think pretty suits you too.”

It’s not often you see Shouto flustered- confused maybe- but hardly bordering shy. Instead he’s one to be blunt and direct, sometimes even shameless. But now he sways, warm in the face, nodding his head and whispering out gently. “Yes. I’d like that.”

Midoriya Izuku

It’s not even you that gets to him, it’s Bakugou.

Laughing about “She calls you bro?? You fuckin’ nerd, bro-zoned by your own girl!”

Izuku knows it’s just habit and you see him as your man, more than knows mind you.

But he’s never been immune to Bakugou’s torments so it does keep him on high alert, taking note of the multiple times you call him bro.

When you’re leaving the house, it’s a “See you bro.” When you return, it’s a damn kiss alongside “I’m back bro.” Even when you go to say those three special words, it’s somehow tainted by being followed by “bro.”

Izuku doesn’t get mad often, but it’s really starting to agitate him hearing you call for him so casually.

“Okay, no more.” He one day stands up without any warning. Practically stomps over and tackles you to the ground.

It’s a tumble of laughter but one look at Izuku and you know you’re fucked.

His eyes are dark, his expression stern. It’s a look you hardly see on him, being so doting all the time. But it’s one you certainly don’t mind.

“You’ve gone far enough.” His voice is deep, almost rough, you can feel it on your skin. “I think we should just remind you what I’m really called…”

Kirishima Eijirou

Doesn’t notice the difference. And it’s probably because he calls you bro.

Everyone is a bro to him, all his crushes growing up were bros [and he wonders why none of them worked out] even his own Mother is a bro.

However draws the line during sexy times.

He’s kissing your neck, clearly initiating a little time away from work, while you type away at your desk.

“Ah come on bro, not now.”

He quite animatedly deflates, literally sinking with a frown.

“You ruin my fun.” He speaks, pout on his face.

“Sorry Bro, just a lil’ more paragraphs and I’m all yours.” You turn and give him a quick peck.

“No- It’s not that- you just.” He really is a sweetheart who would never be upset by being turned down. “Stop calling me bro.”

“Oh.” You almost laugh. “But you do it all the time.”

“Not while kissing you!!” Kirishima insists.

“Broooo.” You let out a dramatic sigh, paired with a smirk that Kirishima catches on to. He frowns.

“That’s it. I’m banning the word.” Kirishima stands up, determined. “Neither of us can use it anymore.”

You raise an eyebrow in his direction, amused by his new found commitment. He takes no mind to your lack of belief and remains dead set on his new pledge.

Doesn’t last a day.

Gets a call from Bakugou and picks up with “What’s up bro.”

As if he already expects you to be there laughing at his mistake, he shoots his head round and makes direct eye contact with you.

“Told ya’ you couldn’t do it-” You both stare each other down, silently daring the other to say another word. You take on the dare with a brilliant grin. “Bro!”

This is a very me thing to call everyone bro/brother or broski… anyways, clearing out my drafts and found this, I don’t particularly like each part but it did make me laugh a lil so hey! Why not post lol.

#fanfic #x reader #fanfiction #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #Todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #deku x reader #izuku x reader #Midoriya x reader #shoto x reader #mha headcanons #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines

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darlink-xoxo · 10 months

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CALL ME WIFEY!๑♡՞

in which, your boyfriend accidentally calls you something

it just seemed so natural to him..

GIF isn't mine

─ͥ─ͦ─ͮ─ͤ➼♥

reader's pronouns are never said, think of it however you'd like <3

Warnings: Fluff, Established relationship, Shoto being smitten, Nervoushoto, Puppy Love 🫶... and spelling mistakes

❥ · ﾟ₊ To celebrate finally having a day off from hero work, your boyfriend of 4 years had taken you out to dinner at a famous restaurant. So here you sat, in front of the love of your life, dressed in your formal attire and happily looking over the menu. when you looked up to ask your boyfriend what he'd be getting, you found him already gazing at you. his eyes glazed over with pure innocent love, his head resting on his hand as his focus zeroed in on you.

"shoto? honey you okay?"

your lover blinked a few times, perking up when he registered your attention on him, "pardon my love?"

"you were staring," you smiled teasingly at him, setting the menu down with a singsong voice.

his eyes widened, bashfulness creeping up his neck from being caught. the icyhot hero faked a cough behind his closed hand as he averted his gaze, "i cant help it.. not when you look so beautiful tonight my dear.."

you shyly smiled, turning away and holding up the menu to hide your embarrassed face, how dare he turn the teasing on you. and do it so unintentionally??? a finger hooked on top of the crease of the menu gained your attention, gently tugging it down, your boyfriend flashed you a soft smile.

"did you have something to ask me, dear?"

"wha? oh yeah! so i was wondering,,,"

and so the dinner continued, with him listening attentively to your rants and you giving him your full attention when he told you what happened just last week between pro heroes ground zero and deku. in the midst of eating your dessert, you're overthinking brain suddenly reminded you of how much this dinner was going to cost.

shoto must've seen your widening eyes because he gently placed his hand on yours and calmly asked what was on your mind.

you waved it off with your free hand, "it's nothing honey, just calculating how we'd split the bill."

his face morphed into something between hurt and confused, "split?" he asked with a tilt of his head.

"yeah nevermind, i'm able to pay for the entire thing anyway-"

the intertwining of your hands made you pause, the intensity of the stare he gave you caught you off guard, was it something you said?

"my darling," he raised your intertwined hand to his lips, pressing a loving kiss on your knuckles, "as my wife, you shouldn't feel obligated to pay the bill at all. i'll take care of these things love, dont worry."

your jaw dropped open, a silent gasp escaping as you felt a pound in your chest. a melting sort of warmth crept up your neck, threatening to make it up your face in record time.

shoto blinked at your reaction immediately backtracking in case he offended you, "i mean, if paying the bill means that much to you, then i'd never force you. i just wanted to make my point clear."

no words came out of your mouth. it felt like shoto's gentle squeeze on your hand was the only thing keeping you sane.

"what did you call me?" was the first thing that spilled from your lips.

your lover thought over his words for a second, "love?"

you gripped his hand tighter, "no before that." it was almost funny how desperate you were to hear him say it again.

he thought even harder, nearly drawing a blank, until the realization flashed across his face and suddenly he was averting his eyes from you again.

seeing the red hue on his cheeks was enough to make you melt, "shoto? what did you call me?"

he bit his lip and forced himself to make eye contact, nearly stuttering as he answered you with the most bashful tone you've ever heard from him, "i.. i may have called you.. my wife.."

your bright smile and the gentle caress of your thumb on his hand seemed to relax his tense shoulders, "y'know, i like it when you call me that." your voice was barely above a whisper, luckily your lover was already straining to hear your response.

he sputtered at your answer, "you do?"

you simply hummed in affirmation while going back to eating your dessert, hoping your calmness could hide how wild your internal thoughts were.

shoto stayed still for a while, happy to just stare at you while his left pocket suddenly felt impossibly heavy. shoto gently grazed his pocket with the hand that wasnt holding yours, already feeling the tiny box inside that held a platinum ring that he just couldn't wait to see placed on your left ring finger.

"that's.. that's good to hear.." he whispered.

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kechiwrites · 6 months

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kerberos

touya, natsuo, and shoto todoroki x f!reader kinktober countdown day four, (foursomes)

synopsis: "...the air is sucked out of the room, and you’re frozen in place as they move above you, forming a beast overhead, one with a sneering maw, frigid hands and a piercing gaze."

wc: 4k

cw: a dabi-less au, but touya is still a lil fucked up, fem + afab!reader, drunk sex, threats of violence/harm, anal play, fingering, dubcon, foursomes, creampie, oral (m + f receiving), praise, pet names (honey, baby), hair pulling, light choking, degradation, finger-sucking, a little bit of powerplay / dom sub undertones, mdni.

author's note: a fic that didn't make it in time for kinktober last year, finally finished. this originally started as a natsuo fic, but the other boys wanted to play too. (everyone is 20+)

It sounds like someone’s humming, jovially, quietly, when you stir to consciousness, the alcohol in your system thrumming through your veins, loosening your limbs, making it near impossible to guess the hour. The curtains are drawn in the room, the lights low, leaving the room just bright enough to make out the figure above you. Then, the figure seems to split in three.

“I can't believe you got me to do this with you, and I can't believe you dragged Shouto into it too."

A derisive sounding scoff bounces off the walls, and the bed you're lying on sinks with the weight of someone sitting on it. The voice speaking is so familiar. You know you could place it if the world would just stop spinning so quickly.

“C’mon, you saw the way she flirted with us. She’ll love it. I promise.” Another voice stage whispers. A hand brushes your cheek and you follow it, nestling your face into the calloused palm, opening your mouth when a finger presses against your lips, letting the digit settle on your tongue.

“Cute.” The first voice sighs, and it’s too far away to be whoever is touching you, the person who pushes their thumb (you’re sure of it now) deeper into your mouth.

“Good morning sunshine.” Touya Todoroki smiles down at you, all big hands and white teeth and cerulean eyes that meet yours when you finally rouse from half-consciousness. Your face warms in embarrassment, and you draw back, Touya’s thumb withdrawing from your mouth and leaving it woefully, humiliatingly empty.

Your voice is high and tight in your throat when you finally speak, after your eyes have adjusted to the low light of the room. "Ah. Good morning?" You respond, apprehensive and more than a little startled. When you realize exactly who else is in the room with you, the last few hours of the night flood your mind in an instant.

Arriving at the Todoroki Estate for Shouto’s birthday party, drinking a ridiculous amount of tequila with Mina and Momo, grinding against Bakugo until he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, sidling up to Natsuo and Touya in their little “older brother corner”, pressing your hand to each of their abdomens and giggling before prattling on and on about the “family resemblance” and mumbling something about wanting to see if all Todoroki men had “super huge feet”.

You distinctly remember Touya’s knife-sharp smirk when he grabbed you by the chin and murmured to you, “Ask what you really want to ask, honey.”

You also remember whimpering before blacking out right in front of them, crumpling to the floor.

Jesus, that’s embarrassing. Pretty quickly you reason that they must’ve carried you upstairs, and you couldn’t have been out that long, because you can still hear the party raging on downstairs. Your friends are most likely getting drunk in your absence, assured of your safety stashed away.

“I didn’t mean to pass out like that. I just…” You drift off, peeking at the eldest Todoroki through your eyelashes.

“It's fiiiiine." Touya stretches out the word like a seedy car salesman, giving your eyes time to skip from him to Natsuo by his side, to Shouto, who's leaning against the far bedroom wall. "You know Natsuo wanted to keep you all for himself, wanted to lock you up and knock you up.” Touya laughs at his own joke, elbowing Natsuo in the side and receiving a scowl for his troubles.

"But I convinced him it’s only right to share, after all, he wasn't the one who saw you first."

You hear Natsuo mumble something that sounds suspiciously like "neither did you" before he crowds into your vision too. His face up close is a marvel. Steel gray eyes, clear skin and perfect white teeth.

"Is your head alright?" His fingers lightly graze the back of your head and it takes everything within you to not shiver at his proximity.

"Haven't had any complaints." You hiccup your response without missing a beat.

You are definitely still intoxicated.

Natsuo looks concerned while Touya laughs at your expense. Shouto stays blissfully quiet. And though it’s one of your favourite traits of his, it seems it’s short lived. He pushes off the wall and stands at the foot of bed, bringing all three men into your field of vision for the first time.

“Maybe we should wait. At least until we’re sure she doesn’t have a concussion.” the youngest Todoroki looks you over in concern, his face still typically placid.

You sit at attention, head swimming at the sudden shift in your position.

“Wait for what?”

“For us to give you what you asked for.” Touya intones, brows almost reaching his hairline.

Your palms sweat and your heart thumps in your chest, so loud you worry it can be heard over the pounding bass downstairs.

“I don’t wanna wait.” You mumble it so low you can almost convince yourself you didn’t say it. Like the words appeared out of nowhere, spoken by a stupid, reckless, horny spectre.

Four words.

But apparently, that’s all it takes. The air is sucked out of the room, and you’re frozen in place as they move above you, forming a beast overhead, one with a sneering maw, frigid hands and a piercing gaze.

Natsuo is the first to kiss you, and his skin is so cool, you're surprised you can't see your own breath when you pant a sigh against his lips. His kiss is slow and building, constant, consistent pressure that only stops when he pulls back to stare at your dazed expression. Touya is next, shouldering Natsuo out of the way, his hard on is urgent and searing against your stomach when he plasters himself to your front. Touya crushes his mouth against yours, impatient and searching. If Natsuo is a glacier then Touya is a goddamn wildfire, hot and fast and vicious, all teeth and branding tongue.

Your dress was pretty much non-existent to begin with, strappy black fabric and gold buckles. Natsuo and Touya's hands make quick work of the cloth, stripping you down to your underwear, clothing tossed haphazardly to the ground, discarded, unneeded.

"Are you just going to stand there, Shouto? Because if you wanna watch, that's fine. I just figure our girl here needs as much attention as she can get.” Touya calls over his shoulder, pulling your underwear down your legs. He drops the panties at his brother’s feet while Natsuo circles around you, situating himself behind you so you're reclined between his spread legs, your back resting against his chest instead of the headboard. His fingertips graze a trail in-between your shoulder blades, unhooking your bra, clasp by clasp, pressing a barely there kiss into the middle of your back. You smile at the tenderness of the action even as your brain struggles to catch up with what’s happening.

The moment doesn’t escape Touya’s attention.

There’s an indent between his eyebrows, betraying his irritation.

“Y’know,” He simpers, settling on the bed in front of you, leering, “I feel like my handprint would look so good,” The eldest brother places his open palm over one of your hips, “right here, permanently. It’d only hurt for a minute” You choke on your answer, but it’s not really a question to begin with. His palm heats on your skin and you scramble back further into Natsuo’s chest, letting him wrap his arms around you,

“Touya, don’t be an asshole.” Natsuo bites, his tone acidic, “You’re scaring her.”

“Then why don't you take charge for a bit, little brother?” Over your head, Touya meets his brother’s eyes, his challenge clear.

You can feel Natsuo bristle behind you, his hackles rising at Touya's goading.

"Fine. Touya, why don't you shut the fuck up and tongue her tits for a while?”

The corner of Touya’s lips curl up, before he descends on you as ordered, mouth nibbling, sucking and kissing at the skin of your chest. The piercings decorating the shell of his ears glint back the light from the lone illuminated lamp in the room, blinding you momentarily before Natsuo angles your head upwards, covering your mouth with his own.

He traces the seam of your lips with his tongue, groaning when you open up for him, the cool surface of his palm tightening around your throat. Your nipples pebble under Touya’s attention, he uses his teeth more than anything else, biting and scraping and only soothing the pain when you cry out when it gets to be too much.

“Fuck,” and Natsuo’s voice is already so wrung out despite you barely having done anything, “you like when he hurts you?” He whispers, rubbing his thumb over your cheek repeatedly, a perfect contrast to Touya’s canines on your skin. You nod frantically, letting the second oldest sink his teeth into your bottom lip, then soothe the pain with the tip of his tongue.

Shouto crouches at the foot of the bed, watching his brothers touch you with hooded eyes. “I would’ve done this months ago. If you’d just asked me. But you’re greedy aren't you? I wouldn’t have been enough. You wanted them to fuck you too. Didn’t you?” His eyes never stray from your cunt, his voice is pitched low and so, so quiet, it’s almost as if he’s speaking to himself. You stare at Shouto, jaw dropped in shock at the filth pouring from his mouth, and when he finally drags his eyes from your pussy, it takes only a second for him to shove Touya out of the way and kneel between your thighs.

“I-I.” You stumble over your words, the lingering haze of alcohol weighing your tongue down in your mouth, making you clumsy, needy. You give up on speaking coherently, deciding to just shift lower, spread your thighs further, so Shouto can situate himself in between. He places a hand over your thigh, digging his thumb into the underside, crowding so close you can feel the puff of his breaths against your pussy.

“I won’t touch you until you tell me the truth.” He mutters, and you aren’t sure if he’s telling you or reminding himself. Even with Natsuo behind you, away from view, you know they’re all staring at you, you know they’re all waiting.

And it’s mortifying.

You bob your head in the affirmative, hoping it’ll be enough.

“Say it.” Touya urges, his hand on Shouto’s shoulder, finger digging into the fabric of his brother’s shirt.

The words stick in your throat at first, like your tongue is sitting in your mouth wrong, blocking the admission. “I-I wanted all of you.” Touya whistles saucily, Natsuo smiles into the crown of your head, and Shouto sighs, then he gives in.

“What a slut.” There’s so much blood rushing in your ears you almost miss Touya saying it. Instead, you opt to focus on Natsuo sinking his fingers into your mouth, covering your tongue with the rough, cold surface of his digits.

“Our slut.” Shouto corrects immediately and his tone is so insanely earnest you hiccup a laugh, even with your lips stretched around two of Natsuo’s fingers.

Shouto makes good on his promise immediately, his hand sliding between your legs, palm covering your pussy gently before his calloused fingertips move in a silky slide down your wet folds. Your body breaks out in goosebumps, all while Shouto eases two fingers in and out of you, deceptively quiet, letting the room fill with the sounds of you creaming against his hand. Your breath flees as his fingers thrust just inside your slick heat, teasing you with soft friction. You try so hard to stop yourself from holding your breath, periodically remembering how to inhale.

Your thigh is almost uncomfortably warm where Touya’s head lies, cheek pressed to bare skin. He groans happily as he watches his youngest brother’s fingers disappear into the dripping, tight clutch of your cunt.

“Right.” He murmurs, sinking his teeth into the plush flesh below him. “Ours.”

Shouto drops his head to lave at your clit in sweet, probing circles, making your toes curl and your hips twitch. It’s all you can do to not rip his hair from his head when your hands fist in his red and white locks. Natsuo tugs at the tips of your chest, rolling your already hypersensitive nipples between his fingers. It’s mind altering, how badly you want to come from this, your skin is covered in a fine layer of sweat and you jerk and buck against Touya keeping you held down. It feels as though Shouto is doing everything in his power to keep you lingering right on the edge, balancing the rapidly tying knot in your stomach with your desire to have this go on forever.

“As fun as this is to watch, I’m getting a little impatient here.” You watch as Touya palms himself through his jeans, undoing the fly when he realizes he has your attention again.

“We agreed I’d go first.” Natsuo grunts from behind you and Touya's eyes turn flinty in response but his stare never leaves yours, even as he talks down to his brother.

“Well I’m the oldest, dipshit.”

Natsuo continues groping at your chest until you break eye contact with the eldest Todoroki. Your head hangs down, getting an eyeful of Shouto pulling away, licking the taste of you from his lips. You open your mouth, to thank him? To cuss him out for stopping? You just don’t know and ultimately it doesn't even matter because before you can say anything, Natsuo sinks his teeth into the nape of your neck, biting down so hard he almost breaks skin.

“Fine.” He concedes, and Shouto wordlessly pulls away from you, eyes downcast and disappointed, like he can’t bear to part his mouth from your cunt. You bear down around nothing while Touya replaces Shouto, tapping the already hard tip of his dick against the puffy lips of your pussy. You buck your hips, silently begging him to get on with it, hoping to provoke Touya into action.

“Should I hold her open, little brother? I wouldn’t want either of you to miss me breaking her in.” He slides his thumbs up the lips of your entrance, keeping you exposed while Natsuo grinds the hard column of his cock against the small of your back. The shine in the eldest’s eyes is borderline scary, his gaze strips all artifice, any blustering confidence. Under Touya’s stare it’s not just your body that’s naked, it’s your fucking soul.

God, you’re really drunk.

Touya fists the root of his dick, slipping the angry red tip over your clit, once, twice, teasing you until you tilt your hips, wordlessly pleading with him again to push inside you. Finally, Touya concedes, shoving himself deep all at once, letting the girth of his cock spread you open. You cunt drips its contentment all over his pelvis, the sound of your hips colliding with his almost drowning out your fevered, breathless pleas.

He presses both hands to your shoulders, pushing you impossibly closer to Natsuo, making it absurdly difficult for you to squirm away.

The way Touya fucks you takes you by surprise. He’s slow, maliciously so. The heavy weight of his dick carves into you inch by inch, like he wants you to go insane. It isn't until he’s halfway in that you realize Touya has a piercing, several actually, concealed by the angle he’d had from above. What feels like six stainless steel orbs bracket the underside of his cock, three on each side. They’re not massive, thank god, so the sensation is barely perceptible at first, but once he’s finally all the way in, his hips flush with yours, the metal nudges and presses against the spongy spot inside you that makes you see stars. You dig your fingernails into his shoulder and when he smirks at you, you struggle to not bite the motherfucker. It’s clear he takes pride in the overwhelmed and impatient expression on your face, keeping his predatory glare on you while he grinds in deeper, not stopping until your eyes turn skyward.

He barely thrusts in and out, opting instead to pick and prod at your already pathetic mental fortitude by crushing his front to yours, bullying your insides with the head of his cock while you shriek and hum and sob with the overwhelming pleasure he brings you. He presses a flat palm to your abdomen, pushing down hard and greedily rubbing his pelvis against yours; “Fuck, you really are something. Natsu, pull on her tits again, bet she gets so goddamn tight.” Natsuo follows the instruction, tugging mercilessly, coercing you into arching your back. Touya takes advantage and slides his free hand under your ass before you can bring your hips back down again. Two fingers rub boldly at the entrance below your pussy, and you flinch violently when Touya pushes against you. You shake your head, hissing from the beginning aches of a forced intrusion and Natsuo and Shouto bite in unison; “Knock it off!”

Touya, to his credit, merely rolls his eyes and moves his hand lower, rubbing at your perineum in slow purposeful circles that occasionally allow the pad of his fingers to catch the rim of your asshole. You squirm beneath him until he starts fucking into you again, piercings, now warmed by your body heat, brushing what feels like every nerve ending you’ve ever had. Touya watches you bounce on his cock, all while you lay in his brother’s arms, thrashing when the feeling gets to be too much. Your cunt pulses around him, milking an orgasm out of him before he can warn you.

Not that you think he would to begin with.

“Fuck. Fuck. That’s it, squeeze down on me, baby.” He jolts forward, and the sound of his pelvis hitting yours is punctuated by the long drawn out groan of Touya being spent. You kick your leg out in frustration when he pulls out, whining low and watery in your throat at not getting to come again. All Touya does in response is lay a quick open-palm slap at your thigh, wink at you and smile, pleased, you assume, to have gotten a nut off before anyone else.

Mission accomplished you guess.

Shouto shoves his brother aside, and you could cry to God with how happy you are to see him between your thighs again. When the youngest brother seals his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking in long, desperate pulls, it feels almost vindictive. Like he’s punishing you for enjoying yourself, for enjoying how his brothers touch you, fuck you. Occasionally, his tongue flicks against it, pressing the peak against the ridge of his teeth, all while he grazes his rough fingertips against your inner thighs. His cheeks are flushed and he’s panting, honest to god out of breath at the sight of you, pussy puffy and used, hazy eyes heavily lidded, mouth slick and parted around gentle, quiet sighs in the shape of his name. He thumbs at the lips of your cunt, pulling you open, spreading you so he can see everything, watching you clench around nothing, watching you leak Touya’s come onto the bed sheets. “So needy.” he mumbles, and you both hang there, just for a second, while Shouto stares, consumes.

And then...he’s on you.

He isn't as big as Touya, but dear god does he make up for it in enthusiasm. So unlike the teasing, drawn out grinding and half strokes of his older brother, Shouto ruts against you like your pussy is the only thing keeping him alive.

The black t-shirt Shouto wears makes his shoulders seem even broader than before, his frame looms above you, arms heaving up and pushing back the weight of your thighs, until Natsuo helps by holding them up too, until you're very nearly bent in half for them. your toes are curled and bounce with every thrust he completes against you. The slow, thick drip of his brother’s cum leaks from your cunt, where the greedy pace of his thrusts disturbs it, sliding down the plush curve of your ass before dripping down into an obscene puddle below you.

The easy glide is perfect, nudging over and over at the rough spot deep within you. The tip of his cock knocks repeatedly against your insides and the sensation disables any and all coherent thought.

You choke on your spit as he fucks into you, gripping the bedsheets so hard you swear you can hear them tear in protest. Your core protests at the strain but you manage it, keeping your legs steady while they bracket the youngest Todoroki’s ears. Shouto tugs you further down the mattress, forcing you to slide down Natsuo’s front, and when your cheek makes contact with the middle brother’s hard-on, you place wet, open mouth kisses on his fly. Natsuo takes a fistful of your hair and tugs, separating you from his cock, brutally. You keen in pain, but Shouto’s dick distracts you from the worst of it, tunnelling inside you and striking that spongy spot that makes your vision go blinding white. Natsuo fishes his cock out frantically, as though he’s been waiting for your go-ahead, which is...sweet. Rather, it would be if he hadn’t agreed to debase you with his brothers while you were still heavily intoxicated. The younger, white haired brother releases you only when he’s completely free of the confines of his jeans, and smacks the length of his cock against your mouth, rubbing the shaft over your tongue when you present it to him for use. Natsuo is thick, thicker than both his brothers. His dick is mouthwatering, straining and red and threaded with angry looking veins you are desperate to taste. He won’t let you take it all though, will only let you kiss and mouth at it while he jerks himself off. Guides you to suck on his balls and stare into his eyes while Shouto fucks you harder, bringing his thumb to the hood of your clit and rubbing with intention. He must’ve been at his limit, because of the three of you, Natsuo comes first with a pleasured grunt, jerking his hips and covering his hand and the side of your face with his come. And though you know logically that it’s impossible, you had kind of expected his nut to be...cold.

Hands trembling, the middle brother returns his attention to your chest, smearing his spend over your nipples, pinching at them in time with the swipes of Shouto’s thumb.

You finally get to come, waves of it hitting you and dragging you undertow, smacking into your body so hard you give yourself a burgeoning headache from clenching your jaw. Your body spasms, over and over and Shouto fucks you through it all, eventually adding his own seed to the mess between your thighs.

At least you think he did. It’s hard to distinguish what happens around the time you pass out from the fucked up cocktail of exhaustion, intoxication and the sedating power of the best dick you’ve ever had.

When you surface some time later, Touya is gone. “Fucked off somewhere,” Natsuo provides when you ask and...well you aren’t sure if it’s a relief or a disappointment.

Best not to think about it.

Shouto is there though, gliding a warm, damp towel over your heated skin, while Natsuo, who it seems, hasn’t moved from behind you, presses soft kisses to the crown of your head, your cheeks, your throat. He plays with the gold hoop earrings you're still wearing, rubbing your earlobes, and tugging on the jewellery every so often.

“How was it?” Natsuo asks, his voice quiet and soothing, and despite having just woken up, you could see yourself succumbing to its gentle tone and slipping into sleep once again.

“Good,” you respond, murmuring quietly. Shouto finishes cleaning you off, tossing the towel into a nearby hamper. “Really good.”

Natsuo chuckles, and his breath huffs over your ear.

“Good.” He tightens his arms around your middle.

“Good.” Shouto nods, sitting at the foot of the bed.

“Good.” You repeat.

and so, i make my glorious return to bnha. support city girls who would do anything, including kill, for one night with soft yet firm dom natsuo. reblog what you like.

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yaimlight · 2 years

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Part One

Part of the Twos Company Threes A Crowd series

Rating: T

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader / Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader / Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shoto / Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader x Todoroki Shoto

Summary: Katsuki and Shouto have no choice but to move on with their lives after your kidnapping. They graduate, get placements together as sidekicks at an agency that had nothing to do with Endeavor and move into their own place, determined to prove they can make it on their own. They get exposure, climbing up the ranks slowly and getting the attention of sponsors and the public alike. It doesn't stop them for looking for you though. It doesn't stop them from trying to hunt down the man who had taken you from them and left nothing behind but a whole bunch of blood and trauma. They would never stop looking though, not till they got you back. One way or another.

It takes them almost a year before they get their first real lead but then everything really does go to shit.

part two ->

Katsuki and Shoto moved into their apartment about a month after graduating U.A. It’s nothing fancy, they couldn’t afford it but it did have two separate bedrooms, a small bathroom that just managed to fit a shower in next to the sink and toilet, as well as an open plan living room of a reasonable size and a decent sized kitchen that Katsuki had found adequate. The place is old and outdated though, what with the walls being a weird mix between brown and cream and the carpet covered with some questionable stains that they don’t even try to get off, instead pulling the condemned thing up to expose the wooden flooring underneath. It is affordable though and considering both of them had refused financial help from their families it was the best they could do on their rather meagre savings.

All their furniture is either second hand or had been discounted enough that it didn’t leave them eating those disgusting instant noodles that Shoto liked so much. A lot of the larger items had come from Yahoo auctions, dunce face having offered the site up when Katsuki had been bitching about how much it was costing to furnish an entire apartment for two people. They had managed to get a couch, a coffee table and a TV stand for under ¥5000, all of them in pretty good condition if not a little old fashioned. It was fine though. Just because they were pushing on broke didn’t mean Katsuki would settle for subpar carp. He had even been very vocal about it when he thought people were trying to rip them off, asking for way too much for stuff he considered only fit for the dump. Someone had to. Shoto just handed over whatever people asked for without questioning why the price had gone up ¥100 since the start of the conversation and they really couldn’t afford for that kind of crap to happen more than once.

Yaoyorozu had offered to buy all their furniture for them, high-end shit that Shoto was used to but the half-n-half had turned her down with a firm ‘no’ that no one had the audacity to challenged. They wanted to do this on their own, especially Shoto who wanted out from under his old man’s thumb and accepting handouts from people hadn’t really been either of their style. Katsuki was just proud and stubborn, refusing to admit that he needed help even when it was offered to them. He and the half ‘n’ half would be just fine on their own, even if Katsuki had to sit the idiot down and give him a lecture about how to manage his finances.

So they get the couch, the coffee table and TV stand, as well as two double beds, a couple of dressers, two wardrobes and a matching pair of bedside tables that he and Shoto split between the two of them. Nothing matched but it’s not like the weird mashup of furniture looked out of place in their crappy apartment. It works for them, like the apartments reflecting them because that’s what they are, a weird mashup of styles and personalities that somehow seem to work together. It’s a surprise for everyone, how well the two of them function together, not just as flat mates but as hero partners as well.

They do argue a lot to start with though. Well Katsuki argues, yelling loudly about things that annoy him whilst Shoto’s face stays irritatingly blank and only offering up the odd sigh or eye roll as evidence that Katsuki is getting to him as much as he is to the blonde. Sure they had lived together in the dorms but it hadn’t been like this. They hadn’t constantly been in each other’s space 24/7, the both of them jostling for space and both under the impression their way is the right way. About a month in, Katsuki even thinks about calling it quits, packing a bag and crashing at the three idiots' place but he quickly shoved that idea aside. It had been hard enough at the dorms but if he had to spend a prolonged amount of time in close quarters with them idiots Katsuki was sure Denki was going to end up dead within the week. So he grits his teeth and bares it, trying to limit his outburst to just serious stuff like the idiot candy cane using a whole bottle of softener on his ridiculously oversized knitwear. Shoto tries too, Katsuki’s patience that is but he does attempt to at least listen when Katsuki’s lecturing him on the correct way to fold and iron clothes because just hanging it up is not acceptable. Ever.

At some point something seems to click and in the end it doesn’t actually take that long for Shoto to learn how Katsuki likes things to be done or for Katsuki to realise when Shoto’s actually being dumb or just a rude little brat who knows exactly how to rile the blonde up and is faking incompetence just for his own twisted amusement. They manage to settle into a routine that works for them both and things get better, a lot better actually. Katsuki does all the cooking, occasionally letting Shoto help with prep but after he manages to burn rice he isn’t actually allowed to cook anymore. In return Shoto acts as a pot wash and takes on the responsibility of washing all their clothes, now that he knows what the acceptable amount of detergent and softener to use and what all the many settings actually mean. They split the house cleaning duties between the two of them, taking it in turns to be responsible for cleaning the bathroom and things like the oven because if Katsuki’s got to suffer through that then so has the candy cane.

The first few months pass by quickly and things continue to get better between the two of them now that they’re settled and comfortable with each other. The tension that had been there to start with eases until it seems to vanish all together and the two of them become truly comfortable with the other without you there between them to act as a buffer for their competitiveness and frustrations. They do feel it though, hard not to considering how big a part of their lives you had become despite the short amount of time they had known you. They don’t talk about it, the sense of loss and anger just simmering away under the surface. They blamed themselves, each other as well and dwelling on it won’t bring you back, nor will taking it out on the other. They had both fucked up and they would carry that guilt with them for the rest of their lives, regardless of if they got you back or not.

Weeks turned into months, their hero work keeping them busy as they try to prove themselves as top contenders amongst the rest of the new heroes on the scene. The apartment becomes a safe haven from the constant struggle and stress of everyday life, both Katsuki and Shoto sagging in relief as soon as they are through the door. They knew it was going to be hard, especially this year. Their class had made quite the name for themselves and it was harder than ever to stand out and be noticed, especially with bloody Deku being the poster boy for everything good and right in the world. They were managing it though, Katsuki and Shoto putting in the hours and work to get the attention of not only the general public but sponsors and fellow heroes as well. They had even gotten a few offers for ads from some no name companies but they had turned them down, both of them wanting their notoriety to come from their hard work and capture rate, not their willingness to let randoms gawk at them on billboards and magazine ads. Unlike some of their friends.

Though Katsuki disapproved of some of their methods and complained constantly about how loud and annoying his friends were he still had them over regularly, willingly letting them into his and Shoto’s home. He willingly lets Denki sprawl across the floor with Hanta, both of them munching on snacks whilst arguing about video games. He doesn’t complain when Eijiro takes up half the couch, Mina curled up at his side or sat on his lap until her own competitive nature takes over and she’s as invested in whatever game they're playing as the rest of them. Sometimes it’s just Eijiro who comes over, though more often than not Mina’s with him and instead of taking over the couch and TV they sit around the burnt and scratched dining table, talking about work and life and any other random topic that comes up whilst sharing a meal that Katsuki had cooked.

They never make Shoto feel unwelcome, Hanta always trying to coax him into joining them on squad nights and Eijiro attempting to draw him into conversations over dinner but though they are friendly they are unmistakably Katsuki’s friends and Shoto understands that sometime he need a break from Shoto’s constant presence in his life, just like he does from Katsuki every now and then. So Shoto either makes his own plans or hides away in his room, giving the blonde his own space and in return Katsuki does the same when Shoto has Izuku, Ochako, Tenya and Momo over though their nights together are normally a lot less loud then when Katsuki’s friend group is over. They also made less mess, the nerd squad actually knowing how to clean up after themselves, unlike Katsuki’s useless lot.

Having people over though was a rare thing, only happening once or twice a month. Hero work took over their lives, everyone working double if not triple shifts in an attempt to build up their careers, though Katsuki and Shoto had less free time than most. Every opportunity they got they spent looking for you, going over every report and scrap of information Detective Evans sent them in an attempt to find something. They never did though, nothing that the police detective hadn’t already found anyway and her whereabouts remained a mystery, one that weighed heavy on everyone involved in the investigation. With every day that went passed any they didn’t get any closer to finding her their chances of doing so went down and before long the search expanded, the investigation team turning their attention to Europe and leaving Japan as well as Katsuki and Shoto behind in hopes to find something that would point them to where you and your old man had disappeared off to. That didn’t mean Katsuki and Shoto stopped looking. They never would. It was their fault you were missing, their fault that you had even been outside the safety of the school. It was because of them that psychotic asshole had the chance to even get close to you let alone snatching you off the street. So they would keep looking until they found something, anything that would lead them to you.

Life continues on that way, winter passing until spring is looming and Valentine’s Day comes creeping up on them again. Katsuki’s angry outbursts get worse and Shoto becomes quieter, the both of them remembering last year when their biggest worry had been if they would get chocolates from you or not. They get worse the closer the romantic holiday gets, the two of them tense and on edge. Shoto barely says a word to anyone, resorting to giving simple one word answers if he has to say something. Katsuki on the other hand snaps and snarls at everyone, yelling at people for the stupidest of things. People avoided them and that suited them just fine. They didn’t need those useless extras getting in their way and slowing them down.

When Valentine’s Day rolled around they took on an extra shift, both of them trying to lose themselves in their work and avoid the guilt they feel when trapped alone in the apartment. It’s a horrible day, the two of them snapping at each other and getting along about as well as they had in their first year at U.A. It’s awkward and uncomfortable, their friends forced to watch as they take out their anger and pain on the only other person who could understand what they were going through. It’s probably why then, when they are at their worst that they finally get a lead on where you are.

The chocolates are a slap in the face, the exact same ones as the year before, left on their desks seemingly by magic. They’re even wrapped the same, black boxes tied with a ribbon, a red one for Katsuki and a blue one for Shoto. It feels like they’re being taunted, some sick bastard playing with them and considering what they now knew about your old man Katsuki wouldn’t be surprised if that was exactly what this was, a taunt at them for having let you go and for failing to get you back. The longer he stares at them the angrier he gets and in his rage Katsuki throws his box halfway across the room, scattering the confections across the floor. Shoto is painfully still, holding his own box in trembling hands and looking down at the box like he’s expecting to open it and find another body part waiting for him. Again, that was a real possibility but considering that nothing like that had fallen out of Katsuki’s box when he tossed it the likelihood of there being a body part in Shoto’s was slim. Then again the sweets themselves could be filled with something horrific, if not parts of you then maybe even blood.

The police are called, a couple of agitated and sleep deprived detectives turning up not half an hour later, confused and agitated about the strange call out. Shoto’s a mess, completely silent as he continued to stand there staring at that stupid little box. Katsuki should have acted soon, should have snatched the thing out of his hands long before the detectives had tried to get him to hand it over but he had been to consumed with his own angry and hate, shouting and screaming and promising pain on the sick fuck who was responsible of this. Shoto lets go of it easily when Katsuki goes to him, tears cling to his lashes as he looks at Katsuki with that same loss and heartbreak as the last time they had received a mysterious box that led back to you.

The police take it away along with all the ones Katsuki had scattered across the office floor, grumbling under their breath about stupid valentine’s pranks but Katsuki’s too focused on Shoto to yell at them about what it really means. They go home, Shoto staying silent the whole time. It’s unnerving but it gives Katsuki something else to concentrate on and he welcomes the distraction like the pathetic coward he is. He’s soft with the other man, slow and gentle as he gets Shoto into the living room and down onto the sofa. Katsuki makes them tea, presses the still hot cup into Shoto’s left hand. They sit in silence for what seems like hours, both of them lost in thought. Katsuki knows it’s probably the same for both of them, that horrific movie running in their heads once more followed by a whole bunch of guilt and hopelessness. Katsuki hates it, feeling so useless and pathetic. He wants to lash out, wants to hit something but most of all he wants to find you and set right what their childish and self-absorbed bickering had let happen.

At some point, once the tea was gone and Shoto had found his way back to reality they start talking. Katsuki’s the one to break the silence, wanting to know if Shoto was ok. It’s a stupid question because clearly he’s not, neither of them are but Shoto still gives a small nod and a mumbled yeah, like all the shit they had been through can just be swept away and forgotten with a cup of tea and an ounce of human compassion. It’s a start though and soon enough they are trying to figure out where the confections had come from and why they had been sent now after almost a year of nothing. The simple answer is that Alexander Vasiliev is fucking with them, driving home the point that they had messed up and gotten someone they cared for hurt at best and dead at worse. It’s the logical answer but something about that doesn’t quite sit right with them. Why now? Why jeopardies his safety just to cause them more pain then he had already inflicted on them? It doesn’t make sense and they stay up late into the night trying to figure it out, the two of them lead side by side in Katsuki’s bed, hands clasped between them and staring up at the ceiling.

As it turned out they only had to wait till the next day to find out why it had all felt kind of off.

They were rudely awoken the next day by a loud pounding in the apartment door that felt like it rattled every door and window in the building. Atsugi hadn’t been surprised to find Shoto still in his bed but he had been to find himself cuddling the other man, Shoto’s back pressed against his chest and Katsuki’s arm slung across his waist. He had been quick to put some distance between them, especially when the banging had finally woken the other man up. Neither of them said anything and that was just fine with Katsuki, the blonde not wanting to think about how comfortable he had felt when he had first awoken.

Detective Evans is waiting on the other side of the apartment door when Katsuki finally yanks it open, barging past and striding into the apartment before Katsuki even gets the chance to yell at him. He’s already talking by the time Katsuki gets back to the living room, a blurry eyed Shoto looking at the older man in confusion. It doesn’t take long to find out what exactly he wants, the detective brandishing a handful of photos of those stupid chocolates. Katsuki can’t believe he missed it but he had been so angry he hadn’t even bothered to look at them properly. If he had then Katsuki would have seen the series of random letters stamped on the bottom of every single one of them.

They spend a good few hours going over the photos, rearranging the letters and searching the variations on the web. It’s mostly pointless rubbish that comes up and Katsuki on the verge of descending into another angry rant about how this was just that asshole Alexander Vasiliev playing more games with them, letting them feel hope for the first time in months only to snatch it away again. He probably would have if the computer hadn’t chosen that exact moment to ping with a result that actually made sense.

It’s an address for some old abandoned warehouses on the outskirts of the city. They’re suspicious, how could they not be? It screamed of being a trap and any other day Katsuki would have agreed with the detective but not today. It was stupid and he couldn’t explain how but he knew it had been you that had sent them, a fact that had been proven a couple of hours later when they managed to get the CCTV for the shop that had sent the sweets. Even before that though Katsuki had known you had been the one to send them, finally finding a way to get the help you desperately needed. Shoto knew it too, Katsuki could tell and they quickly started talking strategies as they planned your rescue. They felt confident, hopeful now that they were so close to getting you back so of course everything went up in flames.

They’re not allowed to go with the raiding party, the whole thing deemed too dangerous for them as still relatively new sidekicks trying to make their mark on society. Katsuki’s anger had exploded out of him like a volcano erupting as soon as the words had left the detective's mouth, his palms crackly as his quirk reacted to his emotions. He actually blasts the door off the meeting room when they are told, cursing every hero present to hell and back before storming out, unable to even stand the sight of the so-called professionals for even a second more. Shoto’s left behind to pick up the pieces, quite literally considering the state Katsuki had left the door in. His mismatched eyes were cold and full of anger as he told them to make sure they bring you back because if they don’t there would be hell to pay and he wouldn’t stop Katsuki from blowing a mountain sized hole in the side of the building. Evans swears that he will but at this point Shoto had lost most of the faith he had in the older man to do so.

They watch the specially selected strike team leave, full of anger and resentment as the mix of heroes and special forces agents stalk through the office. It doesn’t help that Endeavor is part of the team, all confident and surly as he tells them that it’s for the best that they sit this one out. They should leave it to the professionals to bring the scum in, that’s what he said and honestly he’s lucky Shoto doesn’t freeze his feet to the ground and Katsuki doesn’t try to blow his face off because they both know that he isn’t talking about Alexander Vasiliev. It’s obvious that he knows things that they don’t, the two of them kept out of meetings and briefings to the point they barely knew what was happening. They only knew about the planned raid because Evans had thought they deserved to know. A fat lot of good that but of information did them, side-lined as they were and forced to wait for however bloody long it took them to get you back.

The task force has barely left the building before Katsuki starts after them, red eyes ablaze with anger and jaw set in determination. Shoto doesn’t even attempt to stop him, quickly following after the blonde as he heads for the exit. They should have stayed, should have listened to the detective and let them handle it but even knowing what would happen Shoto didn’t think they would have. This was their fault, their mess and they had to make it right. They had to be the ones to get you back because it was their fault you were gone in the first place.

They make it maybe half a block before they come across their first obstacle in the form of an agitated Shinso Hitoshi. The creepy ass zombie wannabe steps out of the dark shadows clinging to the building, right into their path and almost getting his dick frozen and face blower off. Katsuki starts yelling almost instantly, telling the other teen to get lost when he insists that he’s coming with them, like it’s some sort of group project instead of real life. Katsuki is livid, demanding that he leave before Katsuki makes him but Shinso’s resolve never wavers, determined to help his friend despite what Katsuki wanted. Before they get into a full blown argument though Shoto manages to get in between them, his hand pressed against Katsuki’s chest and reminding him that they could use the help considering what your father’s quirk was. Katsuki glares and Shinso over Shoto’s shoulder, the muscles in his jaw twitching but he does give in, reluctantly admitting that he may come in handy considering his quirk.

They hash out a plan as they continue towards the warehouse, Shoto and Katsuki passing on every bit of information they have about the place and what could be waiting for them. It’s then that they find out that Shinso had already known about your past and the man who had taken you. That had hurt, finding out that you had trusted the perpetually tired man with your secrets over them but he had been quick to say it hadn’t been your choice, Shinso using his quirk on within the first week of you being at U.A. He said you had been unsettlingly easy to use his quirk on, not showing any sign of resistance until afterwards. You hadn’t wanted to tell him and after the threat of pain from Aizawa he hadn’t wanted to tell anyone else either. Your friendship had been built in the fact you hadn’t trusted him and his unease of having a convicted murderer amongst the students. The genuine friendship had come later, after a rather brutal heart to heart that had left you a crying mess and Shinso determined to give you at least some semblance of normality before your prison sentence started back up.

Katsuki’s jealous, insanely so. He knows that the shitty zombie wannabe had tricked you into giving that information up but he can’t deny that jealousy and anger twist viciously in his chest at that bastard having known you better than he did. He had been jealous of the purple haired freak since the get go and this just brought it all back to the forefront again. Shoto had been quick to change the subject, directing their attention back to their hastily made plan and how best to get you out. They are all aware that the likelihood of all of them getting out of this unscathed are slim to none but it’s a risk they are all willing to take and despite how much Katsuki hates Shinso he can admit that he is a good fighter, loyal to his friends and willing to take risks when needed. It’s what they need right now and Shoto had been right, annoyingly, they really could do with the help. So he keeps his mouth shut and by the time they make it to the warehouse their plan seems a lot more solid then it had been.

Getting in had been the easy part, the place appearing to have had no security measures in place whatsoever. It screamed trap but they had yet to come across any members of the strike team so they could only assume they had made it safely into the inner parts of the compound. At least that had been the assumption but the further in they got the more evidence they found of a fight. Parts of the wall and floors were scorched, some of it even smouldering still. There were large gouges in the brick as well as what looked like slime dripping from the ceiling and what seemed to be roots bursting through the floor but they were a deep purple with weird glowing and pulsing lumps across them. There were no people though, no bodies of fallen heroes or criminals, not even any blood. It’s worrying and puts them all on high alert, Katsuki’s fingers twitching with his readiness to let off an explosion.

They finally caught up to the strike force about half an hour after they had entered the building, the three of them coming through some side door into the large main area of the building. They’re all just stood there, staring up at one of the suspended walkways and looking like fish in a barrel. Above them a handful of pointless extras circulate but it’s the two people standing at the far end that hold their attention.

Seeing you again should make them happy, should have them both clutching at their hearts and tears in their eyes. That’s not what happens though because as soon as they lay eyes on you they know something is wrong. Your face is blank, your eyes glassy without even a flicker of recognition as you look down at your former teachers and custodians. It’s horrible, like you’re just an empty shell or a puppet on strings, only moving and speaking when the puppeteer demands it. Katsuki wants to scream at you to stop, to demand that pull yourself together and do something but he stays silent, not stupid enough to compromise their position or put them and yourself in danger, no matter how angry he is.

Shoto, Katsuki and Shinso stay mostly hidden at the back, obscured by shadows and able to see everything as it plays out. There’s a lot of talking, Detective Evans demanding that Vasiliev hand himself over whilst the Russian continued to ignore him and make little jabs and mocking comments about how the detective had failed not only with his job but in keeping the promise he had made to you. Endeavor is the first to get bored, his booming voice cutting across the other two men and demanding that the criminals hand themselves over willingly or he would have no choice but to use force. That doesn’t have the desired effect that the number one hero had probably been hoping for. Vasiliev scoffs, promising that Endeavor would be dead long before he could ever lay a hand on him. It’s a threat and a promise, one the man follows through on when he turns to you and tells you to kill them all, his voice ringing with that strange echo that they now recognized as his quirk taking effect.

You moved instantly, wordlessly shedding your jacket before grabbing the railing and vaulting over it, plummeting towards the concrete below. You land on a knee with a crack but your face still remains blank, even as you stand and turn towards Detective Evans and tell him that he had a promise to keep if he wants anyone to make it out of here alive. Shoto’s scared, he can admit that. Your radiating danger and considering how powerful you are he knows that you are capable of carrying out that monster you call father’s command. There’s a pause, the air thick with anticipation as they all wait to see who makes the first move. Predictably it’s Endeavor, stepping forward with a raw of flames that you meet unflinchingly. All hell breaks loose after that.

It had been like something out of a nightmare. The ground blood splattered and the sound of pained cries filling the air. People get hurt, heroes cut down and left for dead amongst the crumbling building. There are other villains involved, low level no one’s that had willingly fallen in line behind the psychotic madman but you don’t seem to care that technically they are on your side. You went after your would be rescuers with a blind determination, unbothered if one of your fathers men got in your way or if the building's stability was affected. It was beautiful and terrifying, the three of them able to see for the first time what you were like as the villain Devoratrix.

The three of them being there wasn’t a surprise, Aizawa huffing about them being problem children and insisting that if they were going to be there they might as well be useful. Detective Evans hadn’t been so accepting, the man threatening to have their licenses suspended for disobeying a direct order. Something Shoto’s price of shit old man second. The fight is too intense though to pass up the help and they have no choice but to let the three of them take up their places amongst the chaos. They don’t get close to you despite how much they try, only catching glimpses as they face off against your old man’s lackeys. The low level villains had been easy enough to subdue, Katsuki and Shoto managing to take down a guy who vomited some disgusting black tar and a woman who looked more lizard than human. He doesn’t know how long the fight lasts but when the dust settles the scale of devastation becomes apparent.

The buildings only half standing, the entire middle of the large room blown out with long towering columns of smoke billowing out into the night sky. Almost everyone is supporting an injury of some kind. One of Aizawa’s eyes is swollen shut, blood dripping down his face and soaking the capture scarf wrapped around his neck. Shinso is supporting him, a large splattering of acid burns down his side, having burnt through his clothes and leaving angry red marks on his skin. Shoto’s got a few scrapes and bruises whilst Katsuki thinks he might have a cracked rib or two. Others hadn’t gotten off so easy. Heroes lay unconscious and bleeding on the floor, some trapped under fallen rubble whilst others tried to get them free. Even Endeavor hadn’t gone unscathed. You broke his leg, eyes cold and uncaring as you stomped down on it with unnatural strength. His raw of pain and outrage hadn’t been loud enough to mask the sickening crack of bone snapping. Most of it had been superficial though, designed to get them out of the fight but not permanently disable them, you somehow managing to get round Vasiliev’s command. Not completely though. There had been one person whose life you hadn’t been able to spare.

The devastation and heartbreak had been clear to see, your face stained with tears as Detective Evans took his last breath, your grip around his neck so tight that it had seemed like the detective's head would pop off. Vasiliev had laughed at your suffering, so callous and cruel but in the end he too had lost his life that day.

Things had moved quickly and you had been summoned to your father’s side as soon as the detective had taken his last breath. Shoto and Katsuki had been quick to follow you, ignoring the shouts of their names as they followed you and that monster out onto the roof. What had followed had been something that neither Katsuki nor Shoto had been ready for. They had fought you before, having sparred at school for trying and in class but this was different. You didn’t hold back, didn’t worry about hurting them because that was the point, your old man had wanted you to hurt them and you had been forced to comply.

It hadn’t lasted though. As soon as you had drawn the first drop of blood you had seemed to freeze, that hazy blankness from your eyes vanishing and being replaced with a kind of horror that neither of them had ever seen before. Whatever control Vasiliev had had on you was gone and even as he screamed and shouted for you to kill them you had remained resolutely disobedient, pleading with the man to stop and hand himself over but he hadn’t listened, growing angrier with every second that passed. When it became clear that you were no longer under his control the villain had turned his cold and manic gaze onto them and Shoto and Katsuki had been lost to the fog of having their minds taken over.

He had never felt such anger before, not even towards his father but when faced with Katsuki all Shoto had wanted was to rip the man limb from limb and he had seen no reason not to. It was a violent and bloody fight, ice and fire roaring across the roof as explosions rock the very foundations of the building and send chunks of concrete and metal flying into the air only to rain down upon them. Flesh gives, bone cracks and still they attack one another like the world depends on one of them finally killing the other.

They hurt you, both of them so consumed with their need to destroy the other that they barely even notice as you cry and beg for them to stop. Katsuki blows a hole in your side and Shoto puts an ice spike the width of a baseball bat through your shoulder and though deep down they both feel the horror and disgust of what they are doing, crying out to stop they can’t. Even when Shoto grabs a fistful of Katsuki’s ripped and charred top, his hand covered in ice and shaped into a dangerous looking spike, raised above Katsuki and ready to pierce his throat Shoto can’t stop and he feels sick with the realization of what he is about to do.

He pulls his arm back, taking a deep breath before bringing it down swiftly, screaming through the fog to stop but his body will not listen, trapped under the control of a man who would torture his so called daughter as punishment for liking a boy. The end of the spike pierces Katsuki’s exposed neck, blood swelling to the surface. He’s going to kill him, Shoto knows it and even although his hand trembles and he has tears streaming down his face and dripping onto the boy below him Shoto can’t force his hand to stop, only managing to slow it down as the blade of ice digs in. Something snaps though, that mind numbing fog disappearing as quickly as it had taken hold of him.

Shoto drops Katsuki to the ground with a horrified cry, stumbling back in an attempt to distance himself from what he had done. Katsuki gasps and coughs, hand pressed against the steadily bleeding wound and looking at Shoto like he doesn’t know him anymore. Slowly as one they turned to look at the place the mad man had been and breathe catches at what they found. You’re crying, cradling the lifeless body of the man you called father in your arms, hands covered in blood and the remains of an ice spike melting at your feet.

It doesn’t take a genius to work out what you had done to save Katsuki and Shoto’s lives.

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