Minors DNI 🔞😾

steddie

headcanons

our smart baby

night night

no no to needles

our sad baby

shy baby

rockstar eddie + milkshakes

skin to skin contact

my jaw hurts daddy

our fairy

tea party

wash your stuffie

going to pride

kisses

fluffy hair

scary movie

pumpkin patch

new clothes (trans masc reader)

shy baby (male reader)

bath time

visiting stevie at work

cursed

just want daddy

christmas thief

christmas gift for stevie

mistletoe

time out

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: snapshots of you, an innocent senior at hawkins high, and eddie, the no-good weed dealing perv. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: perv!eddie munson (stranger things 4, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: innocent!reader, dubcon, coercion, trading sexual favors (nudity) for drugs, male masturbation, daddy kink, some degradation, corruption, names (princess, baby, slut, good girl), fingering, drug use, angst, fighting, injuries, unprotected sex, p in v sex, praise kink, overstimulation, premature ejaculation 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: finally compiling this and making it an official series! <3 love me some perv!eddie lol let me know if you'd like to be added to my taglist for this story!

𝟏: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟐: 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟑: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝟒: 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝟓: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝟔: 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 (𝐧𝐨𝐭) 𝟕: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝟖: 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝟗: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟏𝟎: 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

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Hello, can I get a short fic a/b reader who's dating Deku, but both are unaware that Bakugou likes reader also? Reader isn't a fan of Bakugou and always complains to Deku about how he kisses his ass too much and lets him get away with ish. Reader is definitely more sensitive/indignant than Deku tbh.

*ahem* this took embarrassingly long. But,, here. I like it <3

Bakugou X Reader X Deku

SFW, mild angst

Contains: yelling, insults, implied self harm *briefly at the end, very vauge*, bakudeku if you squint, references of suicide *in refrence to middle school Deku*

    Katsuki Bakugou was not jealous. Bakugou was confident and was going to be a top hero, and top heroes didn’t have time to be jealous. And, above all that, he was not jealous if stupid Deku. 

    Sure, maybe he was mad that dumb Deku got a partner before he did, but it wasn’t personal. Bakugou definitely didn't think about you. He didn’t think about the way your hands would look in his, the way it would look when his much larger arm rested around your waist. He didn’t think about sparring with you all the time, the way your body would look glistening in sweat as you cave him all you had. He only thought about sparring with you because he wanted to kill you, you were just another extra… right?

    But you were soft, delicate even. But, you also were assertive, not all peppy like the other girls. You were always looking for a fight. You wanted to protect people, not just save them. You weren’t afraid to kick Mineta in the balls (both sets), and you weren’t afraid of hero work. You never hesitated to jump into the fight. You were heroic- worth Bakugou’s time. 

It made sense you would like Deku more than him, it made sense Deku would get you. Deku was going to be a pro hero too, and with the way All Might dotes after him, he would be a hell of a hero too. Deku was smart, he was kind, and he was a decent fighter. He was everything that Bakugou wasn't. 

Because to you, Deku was a hero. He was going to save the world one day. But Bakugou was just a villain who managed to fool everyone into letting him be a hero. To you, Deku was kind and caring; Bakugou was just loud and violent. When Deku was emotional, Bakugou was just loud. He was a prick to you, and he knew it-and that destroyed him. 

***

“Hey Kacchan! Come hang out with us tonight!” Deku stood over Bakugou's desk, freckled face glowing as he smiled. Bakugou noticed your presence behind Deku. You were trying to hide your annoyance, Bakugou noticed. 

“No way would I ever hang out with you losers.”

Kirishima grabbed Bakugou’s shoulders, squeezing him playfully. “C’mon Bakugou! It’ll be fun.”

“Fuck off, shitty hair. I’m not going.”

Deku looked defeated. You knew how badly he wanted to hang out with Bakugou again. You didn’t see why of course- Bakugou was a jerk and wasn’t worth your boyfriend’s time. But, alas, you would do anything for the green haired boy.

You gave Bakugou a side glance, “Everyone is going- it would make you lame if you were the only one who missed.”

Bakugou looked at you, both angered and intrigued. “Huh? What did you say to me?” He rose from his seat, leaning around Deku to see you closer.  You looked him in the eyes, not intimidated or threatened. Deku looked vaguely panicked next to the both of you.

“I said you would look like the class loser to skip. It’s just a group hang out, Kacchan.” You teased his nickname, knowing it would set him off. 

Bakugou tried to leap forward to you, sparks setting off from his hands. “Shut up, dumb bitch!” 

You were about to hit him first, before Deku grabbed you to hold you back, his large arms containing you. Kirishima held down Bakugou, having to harden his arms to hold the explosive boy back. 

Deku drug you off somewhere, whispering in your ear in an attempt to calm you down. Kirishima sat Bakugou down. “Dude, you have to accept that she doesn’t like you.”

Bakguou rolled his eyes, looking out the classroom window. He knew you didn’t but he wasn’t going to accept it. 

“You have to move on. It isn’t manly to fight a girl.”

“It’s plenty okay to fight her, she started it!” Bakugou sat down in his seat, mumbling angrily. “and I don't like her- she's just as shitty as all of you extras.” 

Kirishima looked Bakugou up and down, seeing through his bullshit. “Whatever you say, bro.”

Bakugou let out a ‘tch’, thinking back at your interaction. He never wanted to actually hurt you, maybe playfully rough you up, but not genuinely hurt you. He never meant to yell at you either, you clearly preferred softer guys anyway. 

***

“You really shouldn’t fight Kacchan so much-”

You snapped your eyes to Midoriya, blood still boiling. “And why is that?”

“He didn’t do anything.”

“He did everything. He’s a jerk.”

“He’s going to be a hero just like us, Y/N, one of the best-”

“Not with the way he treats people. He’s going to be a shitty hero-”

“Don’t say that. You don’t know Kacchan the way I do.” Midoriya tried to reach for your hand, but you swatted it away. 

“Do you even know him? He bullied you in middle school and was never really your friend as a kid. Honestly, Izuku, I don’t know why you kiss his ass so much, he will never respect you back and is always going to make your life, everyone’s life, hell.”

Midoriya’s jaw dropped at your words, unsure of what to do. You had never been this mad at him, or at anyone. Small fits of anger were a normal occurrence for you, but normally a minute alone and a kiss to the forehead would put you at ease- but this was beyond Midoriya. 

You crossed your arms, walking away from Midoriya. He ran behind you, trying to catch up. 

“Wait, Y/N, you can’t just leave.”

“Yes I can. I can’t be around that blond headed shit stick anymore or I’ll fight him.”

“You would win-”

“Don’t kiss my ass now, Midoriya.”

Midoriya looked to the ground. He really wanted to support you, but he also knew that he respected Kachan. To him, Bakugou was a hero, someone he looked up to. Bakugou was powerful, his quirk was amazing. He had the talent and skills to become a hero. He was someone who demanded authority and respect, he was a talented hero. He was amazing. 

“I’m sorry, just don’t go yet-” he peaked up at you, your body leaning against the wall, head in hands. 

“I won't go anywhere.”

“Good. Perfect.” Midoriya walked to you, pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms to rest on your waist. He placed soft kisses on your hairline. 

“I’m sorry I got mad.” Your voice was not much more than a mumbled, muffled in his shirt. 

“It’s okay. I’m sorry Kacchan doesn’t listen.”

You tensed, aggravated Midoriya just wasn't getting it. 

“Why do you respect him?” You peeled back, looking up at him. Midoriya’s arms stayed firm around your waist. “To me, he just seems mean. I mean, the kid bullied you your entire life. He told you to kill yourself ‘Zuku. Why do you keep pining after him?”

Midoriya blinked. “I don’t know. I just think hes going to be a great hero, and I admire that.”

You let out a defeated sigh. “So is Todoroki, and he’s nice to you!”

“I do respect Todoroki-”

“Not as much as you respect Bakugou.”

Midoriya stayed silent. You were right, he just didn’t agree with you. He was someone of reason who tried to work his way through things logically, but your view of Kacchan didn’t make sense to him. Yea, he was sort of loud and abrasive, but that was just one of those things about him, like how Todoroki is blunt and Iida is controlling. It wasn’t bad, it was just part of him. He knew that he didn’t have the best relationship with Bakugou in the past, but things can change; people can change. It was all water under the bridge now. You were all going to be heroes soon, none of that middle school stuff mattered, not to Midoriya anyways. 

“Let's just go back to class. We can worry about this later.” You started to pry yourself out of Midoriya’s grasp, his arms only pulling you in closer to him. 

“Thank you for trying to listen to me. I promise Kacchan wont lash out to you again, okay?” 

You nodded, not really believing him. Most of the time, you were the one who pissed Bakugou off first anyways. Midoriya placed a chaste kiss to your lips, letting his hands fall from your waist to find your hands. He placed a small kiss to your knuckles, watching your grow pink with the familiar blush he loved to see. 

***

Bakugou watched Deku kiss you, his arms holding you close. It made him sick. You should have been in his arms, his hand on your waist, his lips on yours. His hands tightened into fists, small burns forming on his own palms. He knew he wasn’t what you wanted, he knew you weren’t ever going to like him, but he couldn't stop pining after you. He couldn’t stop daydreaming about you, how he would treat you, the places he would take you. 

When you walked back into the room with Deku, both of you avoided his traveling gaze. You shot him a fast glare before Deku could usher you both back to your seats next to each other, Iida immediately lecturing you. 

It was the first time you saw Bakugou without his angry scowl, but rather, a sad frown. 

Katsuki is the definition of getting prettier on the inside makes you prettier on the outside

Like look at him now

I’m not crying 🥹 yes I am 🥺😭

But that’s okay. There was a time before me, and there will be a time after me, and they’ll be fine. We were very lucky to have that time together. 

helloooooo i wanted to ask to see if you’ll write a bakudeku x fem!chubby!reader smut, where reader has hip dips and stretch marks and isn’t proud of them. but then deku and katsuki come along and show her what she’s not seeing in herself.

if you don’t feel like doing this then please ignore thanks >.<❤️

First off this is my first inbox ask and I cried a little bit when I saw it! Thank you so much for reading and sending this ask! I’m so excited and I would love to do this! I actually already had something in the works as a comfort piece for myself and this was just the motivation I needed to finish and post it! Hope you enjoy!

Convincing

Warnings: NSFW. 18+ only. Minors DNI. Aged-up Characters, threesome (mmf), pre-established poly relationship, angst with happy ending(s—see the double meaning there? *wink wink*), hurt-comfort, horrible self-image, internalized fatphobia, a little self-indulgence writing, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, slight praise kink, slight degradation but in a good way. Please lmk if I missed anything!

This was more of a plot with porn because I wanted to end it on a sweet note that I had, but I’m happy to add a second part with more smut if you want—this honestly ended up being more of a self-healing writing experience featuring my own struggles with my insecurities than I had wanted, and I’m sorry if this isn’t what you were expecting anon, but sometimes that’s just where the writing takes me. I can always add another dirtier part but I hope that you still enjoyed it! Please lmk!

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Word Count: 2.5k

It was supposed to be a nice surprise for your boys. You were supposed to look so cute and sexy, just for your heroes. But looking in the mirror, you don't feel that way. Your chest is practically spilling out of the pretty black material with orange and green trim, and not in a way you like. You had bought a set for both Izuku and Katsuki with the release of a line of hero lingerie, hoping that the night might turn into something that could take their minds off work after such a stressful week, but looking at the Dynamight set you're sporting, you suddenly don't feel like it. You feel uncomfortable in your skin as you stare at the reflection, thinking about how it looked so much better on the model. And suddenly that thought is ruining the makeup you'd spent so much time perfecting.

You wanted to look and feel so pretty, but now you just look and feel like a mess. You have no idea what was wrong either. You bought the right size with the cutest garter and stocking to go with the sets...and you were so excited for them to arrive! You'd done your hair and makeup, you shaved and moisturized every inch of skin that you could, you put on your favorite perfume (coincidentally Katsuki's favorite too), your favorite lipgloss (coincidentally Izuku's favorite too). You felt good about yourself...until you put on the first set. You hate the way it looks on your body...but maybe it's just the specific set! Maybe it's just that the cut wasn't falling right on your figure. You have a newfound hope as you strip the Dynamight-inspired set and replace it with the green lingerie that matched Deku's hero suit. You even switch out the black stockings for a pair of red ones to match his signature red sneakers.

But again, your smile falls as you face your glass reflection. Your eyes begin to scrutinize every imperfection and you watch the tears roll down your face and smudge your makeup. Your hands gently graze your breasts, trailing down over your stomach, fingers tracing the stretchmarks there before continuing their track over your hips, diving with their dips and flaring out over your thick thighs. Your nose scrunches up and your mouth pouts out as your breathing picks up angrily with your irate sobs, your frustration rolling off of you in waves.

You're so stuck in your head about how upset you feel over your own body that you don't even hear Izuku opening the front door and padding through your apartment. He opens his mouth to call out for you when his pro-hero-level hearing tunes into your small hiccups and whimpers. His bright smile falls immediately, and he resists every urge to activate One For All to speed over to where he could hear your quiet cries. His steps are so soft as he peeks through your bedroom door, seeing you in the cutest lingerie that perfectly shows off the lovely curves he and Kacchan adore so much. And it's designed after his hero suit! But...he can't understand your sobs. Why would you be crying while looking like such a perfect vision?

"Bunny?"

It's like a switch. Your sobs go silent, your shoulders tense, and your arms curl around your torso. But how could you be so cruel to obscure Midoriya from his favorite view?

"Bunny, what's wrong?"

You scoot over to your bed gently, pulling the top blanket over your shoulders. You refuse to show your face with your back towards him. "Hey, honey, I wasn't expecting you to be here so soon." Your voice was broken and shaky, tearing little holes into his heart with each syllable. "I was just...changing."

"Bunny...I-I'm actually a little late..." He watched you freeze before hearing your desperate attempt to lighten the mood with a breathy little laugh.

"Oh, I must have lost track...I'm almost ready. Just finishing up. I'll be out in a minute."

"Bunny..."

You shuffled around in a hurry, busying yourself with getting ready. "Really, I'll just be a moment if you'd like to wait in the living room. Or you could go wash up. I'm sure work was a bit hectic."

"Bunny." His voice was stern and you froze in your frenzy of pretending to be okay. He walked up behind you, slowly, cautiously. He gently placed his hands on your stiff shoulders and urged you to turn around. He maneuvered your body to face him, but you refused to look up into his emerald eyes. His fingers grip gingerly at your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. He's always loved your eyes glistening and the sight of your makeup smudged, but it was always under different, much more passionate and erotic circumstances. But this—the broken and deer-in-headlights look on your face—this he didn't love. "Talk to me, pretty girl."

Something just...breaks inside you and the tears start up again. You feel so vulnerable, so...not pretty, that you don't know how to react other than to push at his hard chest as hot, angry tears roll out of your eyes. He barely budges from his spot though as you attempt to throw him off you. How dare he? How dare he call you pretty when you look like this? When you had mascara streaking down your ruddy cheeks and your skin was spilling over the cursed set strangling your body? How could he look at you so sweetly and so adoringly? His arms enveloped you, pulled you into his chest, and shushed you sweetly. "Bunny, please talk to me. What's wrong?" You shook your head against his chest, a denial on the tip of your tongue. "Don't say it's nothing. It's not nothing." You push away from him again, nearly stumbling back. Before he could utter another word, however, a gruff voice made itself heard.

"What's going on here?" The both of you turn to look at the ruby eyes that bore into you. Your arms instinctively wrap tighter around yourself, hiding away from the second gaze that was roaming over your blanketed body. As the silence grew more potent, Katsuki's trained eyes studied the two of you, a brow twitching at the sight of your tear-streaked face. "You two get into a fight?"

"No, no," Izuku immediately defended, flailing his arms in front of himself as if the motion would swipe away the thoughts in Kacchan's head. "Not fighting...Bunny, however, is keeping something from us."

Us. So alienating. They had a habit of doing this, of teaming up against you when it was for your benefit. You want to say you hate it but, typically, that was a lie. However, tonight was an exception. And you hated how they were so determined to pull back the curtains that kept you hidden and protected from their pity and false flatteries.

"Oh, yeah?" Katuski takes a step closer to you, his heavy combat boots booming across the flooring. "What're you hiding, Teddy Bear?"

Your nose wrinkles, your brows pull together, and your hands push against a solid chest. "Nothing." You turn your head away from the two, your eye catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and your scowl only deepens before you turn your head away, grip tightening on the blanket around you.

"Seriously?" Katsuki tsks. "You gonna fuckin’ lie to me, pretty girl?"

"Can you both just stop that?" You feel the fury rising from your gut. You can't even verbalize what you’re feeling to yourself yet the two men are demanding answers from you about it, teasing you with such a cruel nickname. And you just have to put a stop to it.

"Stop what?" Izuku pleads. "Stop asking what's wrong?"

Katsuki's eyes squint at your figure. He noticed how you bristled when he addressed you moments before. "Or stop calling you 'pretty girl'?" He definitely sees your shoulders stiffen more at that. Bingo. Izuku's eyes go wide at that, noticing the chilliness in the air suddenly. "I'm not gonna stop calling you that, it's the truth."

"Bullshit," you grumble lowly.

"'Scuse me?" Katsuki snaps back. Your head rolls back on your shoulders, a bratty huff releasing in an exhale. Turning around, you finally look the explosive blonde in the eye with your own eyes rimmed red and an impassive expression marring your lovely features.

"You heard me," you slowly utters, your tone eerily calm. "Stop calling me pretty. It's just bullshit." Izuku looks as if you had physically smacked him with your words, his eyes going wide and teary. Katsuki looks like you'd just insulted his mother—well, maybe not his mother—but like you'd just dragged All Might's good name through the mud.

"Oi!" he snaps viciously, his body immediately moving towards you, rough hands grabbing at your face, fire in his eyes. "No one talks about my girl that way! Not even you!" Scoffing, you slap his hands away, though you refuse to back down. Instead you retaliate by getting in his face. You and Katsuki had that bad habit of refusing to back down. Whether you were right or wrong, it didn't matter.

"You cannot seriously tell me that this is pretty!" Dropping the blanket, you turn away from them and back to the mirror, your hands clawing at every imperfection that you had picked apart beforehand, fingers pinching at the bits of cellulite and the stretchmarks that outline your skin. You're so busy marking off your least favorite parts of yourself, your eyes blurring with the frustration spilling out in salty droplets, that you don't notice the looks in their eyes. "Can you honestly tell me that you find this pretty?"

"Yes," Katsuki stresses, his frustration seething into that single word heavily. "How fucking dense are you, bunny?"

With a wrinkle of your nose, you open your mouth to spit back a retort, but it soon dies in your throat at the meek sound of your greenette boyfriend.

"Do you think these are ugly?" Izuku spoke up, voice watery and broken. Your eyes meet him in the mirror as he pulls up his sleeve, showing off the scars sporting the previously mangled and crooked limb. Your wrath ebbed at the inquiry. A hand ran shakily through your hair, an unsteady breath tickling past your lips. You turn towards him, noticing the tears shining in his gemlike irises that you hadn't noticed through the looking glass.

"Izuku..." you breathe out softly. "You know that's not what I meant."

"But how's it different?" He pesters, a scoff rising from his throat as he rips his shirt off. “These marks are apart of me now, and no, I don’t think they’re pretty, but every time I think of you and Kacchan, I remember why I have them. And…every time I look at them I remember when you’ve touched them or kissed them. I look at them now and I don’t remember the pain of getting them. I remember how you made them feel special and beautiful.” He stomped over to you at that, hooking his hands on the backs of your knees and sending you falling against the mattress, your body splayed out just for them. “And now, I’m gonna show you exactly how you made me feel about my scars.” His lips hungrily claim yours, a surprising contrast to how his fingers ghost over the sides of your stocking-covered thighs, and then drag up to your hip dips, then your love handles before localizing his grasp to your waist while his thumbs trace over the stretch marks weaving up your stomach. He barely pulls away from your addictive mouth to breathe against your lips, pulling a shiver from your body. “How’re you so blind? Do you really think that this wouldn’t get to me? To us?” His hips grind into yours, pulling small moans from both of your throats at the slightest friction against his achingly hard dick. “God, look at whatchu do to me, bunny…look at whatchu do to him.” His fingers dig gently into your cheeks to turn your attention to your other boyfriend who strokes himself through his sweats, bottom lip slotting between his teeth. The blonde makes a show of pulling out his hardness from the confines of his sweats, gripping the base and groaning before tugging slowly, as his eyes never leave yours. Despite knowing that cock intimately—its shape, its weight, its velvety drag against your sensitive walls—you still blush whenever you see it and its true size in comparison to his meaty hands. The sight always leaves you to wonder how it ever fits inside you. "See that, bunny?" Katsuki let out a chuckle as you mindlessly nod your head in answer.

"Whatcha gonna do about it, honey?" The blonde asks while slowly stroking the monster between his legs. "You gonna let us show you how pretty you are?" Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, your eyes downcast, and your stomach turns, trying to push down the negative feelings that arise at the word. A rough hand reaches out and grips your chin, turning your eyes to the pair that stare down at you. "Why do you hate being called pretty so much? You're perfect, baby, we want you to believe that."

You can't help the way that your voice comes out in such a soft lilt. "I don't know how to believe that..." And the sound just breaks your boys' hearts.

A scarred hand comes up to tilt your head back, sets of vermillion and viridian eyes gazing into your own. Izuku leans down, his lips brushing over yours while whispering, "Take your time, we'll prove it to you," before he surges forward to capture your mouth in a sweet kiss. He barely pulls away from you to stare into your eyes, silently conveying his pure need for you to understand his words. His lips slowly start to pepper your lips, the corners of your mouth, cheeks, nose, jaw, neck...and then another set of lips was pressing into your temple, traveling down to your nose, making their way back to your lips. Hands are everywhere, gently grazing your breasts, trailing down over your stomach, fingers tracing the stretchmarks there before continuing their track over your hips, diving with their dips and flaring out over your thick thighs. A gentle set of palms rest against your knees for a moment before tearing them apart as a body is slot between them. The finger swiping through your core over the fabric sends a strong shiver up your spine and a moan bubbling in your throat.

Katsuki chuckles while watching your reaction. “Doin' somethin' right, Deku. Our girl is so sensitive.”

“Love how responsive she is,” Izuku groans, nose nudging at your puffy lips through your panties before a tongue shyly pokes out, making your legs twitch. Izuku huffs out a laugh as he pulls your underwear to the side to appreciate your shaved pussy. “Aww, you put in all this effort for us, bunny? You didn’t have to do that. We love how you are always.” Before another bratty response can come out of your mouth, a warm, wet muscle is swirling around your clit tentatively. Yeah, that effectively shuts you up and shuts out those ugly insecurities floating in your mind.

You barely register the mirthful lilt of Katsuki’s laugh as he watches Izuku work. “Gone dumb already, bun? Is that whatchu need, huh? Need us to wipe your mind clean and start from scratch to make you believe that you’re beautiful? Then so be it, honey. I’ve got all the fucking time in the world, baby.” He nearly rivals Izuku’s sinful tongue tracing his and Katsuki’s names in kanji over your clit with those words of his. Every time he opens his mouth in the bedroom is a work of fucking art, and this moment was no different as the men wear you down and pick your body apart in the best way possible. “Oh, you got nothing to say now, bunny? Good. You just shut up, lay back, and let us take care of our gorgeous girl. It’s all about you tonight.”

And they do. In every sense of the word, they take care of you. In the way that Izuku’s mouth slurps up your arousal and teases your entrance with a set of crooked fingers, in the way that Katsuki spills pure filth and praise from his lips while he strokes his cock in front of your face, showing and telling you all the ways that you make his body crave yours, in the way that Katsuki’s fingers soothingly drag through your sweaty locks as Izuku brings you to your first orgasm, and in the way that Izuku just doesn’t stop worshipping your body or your sweet pussy. Your boys know how to take care of their beautiful girl.

quirkless!Deku working at Dynamight’s agency in IT, he keeps messing with Bakugou’s stuff cause he has a crush on hates him

scammers to lovers <3 part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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Bibliophile Brew Vol. III

Summary: When managing your parent's book cafe while they're away, you meet Wonder Duo Dynamight and Deku.

Warnings: NSFW. Minors DNI. Fluff, aged-up characters, language, smut, lots of smut, this is just pure smut, threesome(mmf), fingering, oral (f and m receiving), petnames (darling, babygirl, bunny, princess, sweetheart, slut), slight praise, slight degradation, spit-roasting, face fucking, throat bulge, stomach bulge, panty stealing, overstimulation, slight choking, cockwarming. Lmk if I forgot anything! And please enjoy!

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A part of you felt bad for throwing away all of the thought and effort it took the boys to get such a last-minute reservation to an elite venue such as Nonpareil…but you can’t currently bring yourself to care as you have the number two hero sticking his tongue down your throat while the number one hero works at your dress’ zipper in the back of their chauffeured car. Yeah…life seems pretty good right now, especially as you feel the peppering of kisses down your neck and a thick hand sliding between your legs, the scarred palm smoothing over the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your clothed sex. It causes you to shiver and the blonde nipping at your kiss-swollen lips chuckles at the feeling of your trembling body pressed between his and Pro hero Deku’s.

"How-how private is this backseat?" you ask softly, nodding towards the partition as you strain to hold yourself back.

"Soundproof," is the simple answer Izuku gives, but it's enough for you to give an understanding nod before you finally release the deep whine you've been holding onto for so long once Katsuki's lips find that sweet spot behind your ear.

"Mmm, we’ve barely touched you and you’re already such a mess?" He snickers. "We better be careful with her, Izuku." You can’t help the pout that takes over your bottom lip or the crease that dents your brow.

"No, you don’t," you protest, and it’s the most eloquent sentence you’ve managed the entire car ride. The way Katsuki’s brows shoot up makes you feel a bit indignant then. You feel the vibration of a laugh against your skin more than you actually hear it as Izuku brushes his lips up your neck.

"No?" Izuku asks as he presses a wet peck behind your ear, his teeth grazing the cartilage teasingly. "Think you can keep up, princess?"

"Isn’t it unwise to underestimate others?" Bakugo barks out a laugh at that as Midoriya groans behind you.

"Yeah, Deku, you should know better," he snorts. You feel a bit smug until you feel that idle digit on your thigh brought to life, kissing the edge of your panties. Now, you aren’t feeling so superior. But you still refuse to back down from the challenge as determination has been lit in your core, along with something else as those dangerous fingers skim past the fabric barrier. Reaching your smaller hand down, you grasp his wrist, guiding him closer to your waiting pussy.

"Trust me," Izuku groans in your ear as you put on a show for the two men by arching your back into the greenette behind you and making sure to look into carmine eyes with a sultry half-lidded stare. "I won’t be making the same mistake again."

"Be sure you don't," you say as your fingers thread through blonde spikes, tugging the hero into a messy kiss. A pair of scarred hands pry your thighs apart, the cold air tickling your wet entrance. You let out a muffled moan the moment his digit circles your bundle of nerves. It isn't long before Katsuki drags your panties down your legs, his hand soon joining Izuku's in stroking his fingertips through your weeping slit, teasing your entrance. Your grip tightens in the golden locks, tugging Katsuki away for a moment as you crawl onto his lap, your hips coming down to slightly grind your bare cunt on his clothed hardness. A strong pair of hands glide over your ass, squeezing the globes before Katsuki rolls your skirt up further past your hips. Your hand cups the greenette's neck and guides him to your lips as Katsuki's palms skim your freshly uncovered skin. A jagged hand cups your jaw, a surprising juxtaposition to the sloppy kisses you had been sharing before. He coaxes your lips apart, but he doesn't stray far from you, his lips brushing yours as he speaks.

"You want this?" he breathes over your lips, the whisper dancing over your skin and down your spine. Your fingertips graze his jaw, gently cupping his face and making sure his eyes are on yours.

"Yes," you sigh. "I want this." You place a soft peck against his pillowy lips before doing the same to Katsuki's. "I want both of you." And it's all the confirmation needed as Izuku dives into your mouth again, Katuski's lips trail down your throat, over your collarbones, and over your shoulder as he pulls down the sleeve of your dress. The car comes to a stop too soon in front of a house, its privacy preserved by a gate and its distance from any other building. The moment the car comes to a full stop, Izuku wastes no time in opening the door and jumping out. He turns back to you, offering a gentlemanly hand to you. Your eyes look nervously at the partition again, you turn in the seat and look up at Katsuki with a sheepish expression.

"Umm, my panties?" you ask. Katsuki chuckles, reaching down and picking up the flimsy fabric from the floor. He dangles them in front of you before enclosing them in his fist as you try to snatch them up. He smirks at you and your pretty pout, leans in, and presses a barely-there kiss to your cheek.

"Mine now, babygirl," he murmurs against your skin. His palm smooths down your skirt over your thighs. "But why getting so shy on us again? Fucking loved that confidence in you before, princess. We're yours now. Use us. Let us spoil the fuck outta ya. No need to be shy." The softness of his tone betrays the suddenness of his next actions as he scoops you up and passes you over to Izuku who is quick to throw you over his shoulder.

You squeal out a giggle as he does so, your laughter infectious as he joins in. Bakugo chuckles as he follows the both of you at a more leisurely pace, twirling your abandoned panties around on his index. Izuku fumbles a bit with the keys but afterward, it doesn’t take him long to kick open his front door, making a mad dash toward the master bedroom. The moment you enter the room you’re dropped onto the heavenly mattress, staring up at the walking sex symbol you previously viewed as a wholesome green bean. But nothing about the way he looks at you in this moment says wholesome. His crooked hands make quick work of the buttons on his shirt, welcoming you to the view of his exposed scarred skin. Your eyes follow the movement, visually tracing his hands down as they travels towards his belt. He takes this moment to slow down, and you can’t for the love of All Might figure out why that is. You only assume it’s to torture you. Because it truly is torture to watch the man unhurriedly unbuckle the strap of leather locking you out of such a magnificent view. It's almost like time is in slow motion, and you let your impatience be known with a whine that bubbles from your throat. And he meanly laughs at you. His hands leave the work on his belt and you pout at that. His hand instead comes up to cup your chin, drawing your eyes back to his. He leans in and nibbles at your protruding bottom lip until you can't help but giggle. He gently kisses you, his other hand taking yours and guiding it to the half-undone belt. His grip doesn't leave you, however, only holding your hand in place.

He pulls away only a breath apart, looking into your eyes, whispering, "We can take our time, darling." His voice is husky, dripping in utter sex appeal and falling over you like silk. "We have all night. But don't worry, me and Kacchan will take good care of you, sweetness." The promise makes your digits twitch in his hold, your fingertips pressing into the smooth metal of the belt buckle. You barely offer a nod before Izuku straightens his back, offering to let you finish what he started. Your gaze falls onto the accessory in front of your face before looking up at him through your lashes once again. You sit up more, tangling your hands in the curls at the back of his neck and drawing him back into a slow kiss. His huge, jagged hands come up and cup your cheeks, pillowy lips moving languidly against your own. Izuku is right, the three of you have all the time in the world.

Your lips barely leave his skin as you make your way across his cheek, down his neck, trailing over the raised, white skin of the scars on his shoulders, chest, abs, until you make it to that protruding V-line. Your hands languidly unloop the final fastening of the belt. The sound of the accessory falling to the ground rings in your ears and the gentle zip of you opening his pants plants goosebumps over your flesh. You're finding it increasingly harder to believe that this is really happening. The sudden introduction of another warm body tilting the mattress behind you doesn't help convince you that this situation isn't just a fantasy. However, the sensation of quirk-heated hands gripping your hips from behind and the feeling of hot kisses being pressed into your neck is very persuasive.

Your chest heaves as those kisses move up your skin and your hands finally pull away the restricting fabric of Izuku's pants and—oh. No underwear. You glance at Izuku only to find a Bakugo-esque smirk gracing his features. For some reason, that wolfish expression makes your cheeks heat up more than the recent wardrobe discovery. You feel like you're being teased with the look alone.

Speaking of teasing, those hot hands resting on your hips spread out to your thighs, softly scraping back up your skin and hooking his fingers beneath the hem of your dress. He slowly extracts the fabric from your frame, his palms dragging over every inch of you in doing so. The clothing is pulled over your head leaving you in your pretty underwear in front of the two men. You hear them both take in a breath, both still as their eyes traverse over your newly bare body. a flat palm smoothes over your stomach and between the valley of your breasts before gently grasping your throat, pulling you back against the blonde's hard body. His lips are more urgent now, fervently pressing wet, open-mouth smooches into your skin while his other hand coaxs your thighs apart. Simultaneously, Izuku sinks into the mattress, resting on his stomach as your knee part before him. He leaves little nips and pecks along your smooth legs, creating a cacophony of new sensations as he works in tandem with Katsuki’s wandering digits.

When Katsuki steadily rolls his hips into you from behind, Izuku drags your legs over his shoulders. When Katsuki’s grip tightens his hold on your throat, Izuku tugs your panties from your soaking heat, exposing you to the cool air and sending a shiver down your spine. When Katsuki thumbs over your perky nipples through the lacy fabric of your lingerie, Izuku’s fingertips kiss your sensitive clit. It’s one sensation after the other, giving you no reprieve in the onslaught of new stimulations. And they’re so slow in their movements, each caress, each kiss, each whisper of touch torture to your ready and waiting body. You rest your head back against the blonde hero's shoulder your eyes fluttering close and a gasp escaping your lips at the first swipe of Izuku's tongue over your slit.

"He's so good with his tongue, right?" You absently nod before your spine arches at the swirl of his tongue against your entrance. "So sensitive," Katsuki chuckles, his other hand leaving your throat to unclasp your bra. He cups both of your breasts, rolling your nipples harshly and eliciting a whine from you. "How long has it been since someone last touched you, darling?"

"Umm..."

You could feel the rumble of laughter between your legs, the vibrations causing you to whimper and your legs to shake. "If you have to think about it, it's been too long, bunny," Izuku says softly, immediately going back to making a meal out of your pussy. Your fingers tangle into those wild green curls and twist into the loose fabric of the open button-up still hanging over his shoulders.

"Don't worry, we'll take really good care of you," the blonde hero utters against your ear, his hips rutting up into your backside. You can feel the shape of his dick trapped in the confines of his pants. You wonder for a moment if he went commando for tonight too. Your fingers reluctantly unfurl from the greenette's shirt to reach behind yourself and find out. You can't help the tinge of disappointment you feel once you slip your hand into the front of his trousers to find that yes, he did put on boxers. Your dismay must show on your face because his pleased groan is interrupted by mild laughter and he turns your face towards his to nip at your pouted bottom lip. The two of you pant and moan against one another as you then sneak your hand behind your back and beneath his briefs, wrapping your shaking digits around his girth. You take note of the fact that your fingertips don't touch as you glide your palm over his hardness. "Fuck, such a good girl," he groans.

The next moment you're lying on your back. Izuku keeps eating you out like a man starved while Katsuki stands to strip—finally. Your view is upside down as you crane your head back to watch the man peel his shirt off and you nearly drool while he rolls his bottoms down his thick thighs, his dick springing out and popping his abdomen before bobbing in front of your overturned face. He gives himself a few languid strokes before lining up with your kiss-swollen lips. His ruddy cockhead spreads his precum over your mouth. "Ready, babygirl?"

You emphatically nod, parting your lips and sticking out your tongue presenting for him. It's all the confirmation he needs as he slips into your warm, wet cavern. Your lips stretch around him as he slowly feeds every inch of his cock to you. You take a deep breath in through your nose and try to relax your jaw. "Fuck," he groans, taking a lengthy inhale through his nostrils. "Such a good slut. Your mouth feels fucking amazing, sweetheart." You twitch harshly when Izuku laughs against your sopping heat before pulling away and easing two digits into you, resting his chin on his hand while looking up at the two of you.

"She must be the perfect little slut for us," Izuku addresses Katsuki but pinches your clit and adds another finger in acknowledgment. "You're never so quick to praise, Kacchan."

"F-Fuck you," the blonde bites back, voice shaking and muscles spasming over you as your cheeks hollow while sucking the life out of him, your tongue moving over the hardness in your mouth. "Fuuuck yes, darling. Fucking perfect. Shit, Deku, she is fucking—ahh—fucking perfect."

"That right?" The greenette teasingly asks. He pulls himself up on his knees, scissors his fingers before pulling them out, and lines himself up with your entrance. "Let's see how this pussy feels then, yeah? Sound good, bunny?" In lieu of a verbal answer, you desperately grip his forearm, tugging him toward you. He leans over you, gripping your waist as he gradually presses into you. Your back bows the moment he pops past the initial resistance. He runs his thumb sweetly over your side, holding still to let you adjust. With the thick cock in your mouth you can't tell Izuku what you need and instead gently drag your nails along his inner forearm, silently begging him to move. He got the message, pulling his hips back slowly before snapping them into you once again. The motion pushes you up the bed, forcing you to take in more of Katsuki and sputter a bit. But it also offers a new discovery. Bakugo practically salivates at the image of his cock bulging in your throat. He thrusts his hips experimentally, watching the bulge move along with him. His hand comes up to cup your throat, gently pushing down to feel his dick through the layers of muscle and flesh that separate him. "Fuck."

Izuku notices too, a rakish grin taking up his features and his hips pistoning faster in and out of your body just to watch the way you bob on their cocks from his force alone. A strong, scarred arm curls around your waist, lifting your lower half and bending your back. At this angle, Izuku can feel his own cock when he presses his palm into your lower abdomen. He lets out a huff of amusement, experimentally pushing himself in further just to feel his cockhead poking his palm through your stomach. The new angle and the pressure on your lower belly tickle a new spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut. your nails dig slightly into Izuku's arms, leaving trails of raised, red lines of scratch marks on his skin. Katsuki's grip on your throat tightens just a bit more as he pistons his cock into your throat, the lack of air that comes from this being exactly what you need to finally push you over the edge and you gush around the thick girth. Your throat trembles with the moan that ripples through you, the vibrations pull Katsuki into that high along with you, filling your tummy with his hot release. He heaves above you before slowly pulling out his softening cock from your throat. Your jaw aches as he frees himself from your mouth. In doing so, he releases your previously contained moans and you let out a long, loud stream of pleasured sounds as Izuku keeps pounding into you. A breathless chuckle escapes his lips and his rough fingers come up to gently caress your sore jaw. He descends and softly presses an upside kiss into your lips before peppering your face with them. You're surprised that a giggle manages to break through your whines and whimpers as he does so.

"Kacchan," Izuku huffs, his hips still jackhammering into yours. "Fuck, Kacchan, she feels so good. You—ngh—you need to feel how tight she is. Ahh~"

"Next time," Katsuki answers dazedly, delicately running a thumb over your cheekbone and offering you an adoring glance. Hmm, next time. You smile softly at that.

You feel the buzz of electricity in the room. Looking down towards Izuku, you notice the sparks of green tendrils dancing over his limbs and torso as he loses himself to the feeling of plunging in and out of your tight, wet heat. Katsuki's hand sneaks down and circles over your clit, bringing you to another release along with Izuku. The greenetteleans over you, gripping onto Katuski's forearm and holding himself up on his elbow. He tucks his face into the crook of your neck, nipping and pecking your throat. You feel those coils of energy tickle against your skin as well.

"Such a good girl, bunny," Izuku groans against your skin. "Good fucking girl." If it were even possible, he snaps his hips faster. You both are right there at the edge...almost—Katsuki's fingers tangle into green curls and an open, panting mouth is pushed sloppily into yours, a forced, makeshift kiss, as it were. The blonde's digits circling your clit pinch your bundle of nerves and everything comes crashing down. You see white as you arch into the hard body pressed into you, feeling how Izuku's hips grind into yours as you're filled up.

Everything goes still. The only sound that echoes in the room is wet panting, though you're sure the heroes can hear the way your heartbeat drums against your ribcage. After a few minutes of rest, Izuku leans up, his emerald eyes searching you.

"You okay?" His voice sounds so soft and concerned, a complete 180 from the cocky teasing voice he used before. Your throat still feels raw from the monster that had been penetrating it beforehand so you just nod, offering a reassuring smile. He gives you one of his own before pressing a sweet peck to your temple. You both hiss as Izuku slowly pulls himself from your entrance, a gush of your mixed release pooling from you. Strong hands grasp underneath your arms before pulling you up into a firm chest. The blonde cradles you to him as the greenette makes a beeline to the bathroom, returning shortly with a couple of washcloths. He offers one to Katsuki who wipes your drool and cum coated chin before cleaning off his half-hard member. Izuku swipes the warm, damp cloth between your legs, causing your thighs to shake and you to whine at the oversensitivity. Katsuki chuckles, tucking you closer into his side as Izuku walks out of the room again. Thick, callused fingers grip your chin and then you're drowsily staring up into a set of vermillion irises.

"Words this time, sweetheart," he gruffs. "Are you okay?"

"Ye—" you croak out, voice cracking with the strain. Clearing your throat you try again, uttering a simple, soft, "Yes." He smirks at the obvious damage he's caused, a sense of pride overpowering the sheepish guilt that should be filling him. He presses a sweet peck to your temple, scratching his blunt nails soothingly over your scalp and through your tangled, sweaty hair. Izuku is quick to come back with a few water bottles, a bowl of fruit, and a bag of Mighty's potato chips.

The rest of the night is spent being hand-fed snacks while getting to know the two heroes better—naked of course. Eventually, your eyes water with exhaustion and your yawns get in the way of conversation. You fall asleep on the blonde's scarred chest...being speared on his cock to warm him through the night.

You wake up in the same position, nuzzling into the warm chest beneath your cheek. You blink your blurry eyes and look at the greenette tucked into the blonde's side, one scarred hand curled around Katsuki's bicep and the other lazily draped across your lower back. You slowly try to stretch out your sore muscles without waking the two, though you're sure that the inflating cock in your cunt will mean that they'll be awake soon anyway. You turn your head the other way to at least crack your neck and notice someone has plugged up your phone on the nightstand. Aww. You reach over and grab it because at least you can go through it while letting the boys get their sleep. Only, when you turn your cell on, you're bombarded with a horde of message notifications, most of them seeming to be a link. You click on the messages that Sukki sent, a cacophony of 'Are you okay?' 'Have you seen this?!' 'Where are you??' and so on. You click the link to be assaulted by the headline "Two For One? Mystery Girl Spotted With Dynamight and Deku" along with the image of Izuku carrying you over his shoulder, a carefree grin etched into his features, Katsuki twirling your panties on his finger, and you, smiling widely without an ounce of awareness to the camera capturing this perfectly damning image.

"What the fu—"

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What I think is one of the worst things about the sludge villain incident is that the crowd totally could have saved Katsuki before All Might or even Izuku arrived.

Like sure there was fire but they could have gotten past it (14 year old Izuku did).

It wouldn't even have taken that many of them. At the very least five people.

Izuku was a scrawny 14yo kid and even he was able to pull Katsuki out a bit. Imagine what a group of adults could have done. Even if none of them were strong individually they still have strength in numbers, they could have grabbed his arm and pulled him out.

But no, an entire crowd of people and none of them did a thing when a child was getting murdered before their eyes.

And maybe that's part of why Izuku ran in. Because every time Izuku was hurt, or bullied, or literally any time Izuku needed saving there was always a (metaphorical) crowd who could have helped. Other kids, parents, teachers, literally any adult could have stepped in. But none of them did.

Izuku knows how it feels to reach out, to people he knows are there, begging for help and have no one step forward to save him. It's why he saves others. It's why he saved Katsuki.