It’ll Forever Haunt Me That I’ll Never Be Kissed Like That By Sebastian Stan…I’m Fine 🥹

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Bubblegum [todobakudeku x bi! chubby! fem! reader]

PART ZERO, PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE, PART FOUR, PART FIVE, PART SIX, PART SEVEN, PART EIGHT, PART NINE (coming soon)

ೃ⁀➷ description; When you join Class 3-A as Recovery Girl's protégé, you find a lot more than knowledge.

What you find is even more valuable - love in three of the strongest boys that your generation has to offer.

However, between a search for your mother, two crazed villains utterly in love with you and protecting your siblings Katsuma and Mahoro, you don't know if you can keep up.

But for some reason, those three boys won't leave you behind.

ೃ⁀➷ genre; romance, action, drama and mystery

ೃ⁀➷ content warnings; slow burn, angst, fluff, eventual smut, todobaku, bakudeku, tododeku, side ships

ೃ⁀➷ characters; izuku, katsuki and shouto

ೃ⁀➷ link to spotify playlist.

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@princesssmimi this is for you and your Anon based on these!!⬇️⬇️

Minors DNI 🔞😾

Smut

Humiliation/degradation

Slapping

Fingering

D/s

Pairings: StevexEddiexReader

6.3k word count!

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Their Glistening Whore

You did want to be used, god so fucking bad.

But it was always hard to admit. Oh Steve had done it, gotten you to sputter the truth numerous times, but only when you were a pooling mess over his fingers and tongue.

Keep reading

Is Bibliophile Brew going to be out soon ? , no rush 🤍

Hey! Thank you so much for your interest in Bibliophile Brew! It really means so much to me that people seem to enjoy this!

And I know that I have mentioned this in another ask, but again I want to say that I’m so sorry for the delay! While we have met the goal of reposts and likes for part 2, life kinda caught up with me in the form of ✨college finals and graduation✨🥲 Honestly, I hadn’t expected to reach the goal for part 2 for a while from my previous post activity 😅 so I am really happy that this fic is doing so well!

I’m almost finished with my last semester of college and haven’t had as much time as I thought I would to finish writing the second part. However! I graduate May 11th and then I will have SO MUCH FREE TIME! For now, I’m working on the second part during my free time, but it’s just a bit difficult with everything going on. But it is coming!!

Thank y’all again for your patience! Make sure to put on notifications too if you’re following for when I do post part 2! 🧡💚

Stranger Things Masterlist

Guide to the stories!

Smut = ❥

Fluff = ✿

Violence = ➼

Characters

Steve Harrington

╰─► First Kiss ❥ (Steve Harrington X bestfriend! Reader)

╰─► The letters ✿

╰─► I promise you ✿(Steve Harrington X Fem! Reader)

╰─► I love you ✿(Steve Harrington x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Bratty Much?❥ ✿(Steddie! X girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Car Trouble ❥(Steve Harrington x Girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Tricky ❥ (Steve Harrington x Girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Enough ❥ ✿(Steddie x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Hate me ✿ ➼ (Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader)

╰─► Access ✿(Steddie x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Look here ❥(Steve Harrington x (Afab) Fem! Reader)

╰─► Ask nicely ✿ (Steddie x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Don’t worry ✿(Steddie x little! Reader)

Eddie Munson

╰─► innocent love ❥(Eddie Munson x innocent! Reader

╰─► Bite me ❥ ➼ (Vamp!Eddie X Girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Munson ✿ (Eddie x Harrington! Reader

╰─► The letters ✿(Eddie Focused)

╰─► The princess and the freak series ✿ ❥ ➼

╰─► New tattoos ✿ (Eddie munson x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Sweetheart ✿(Eddie Munson x Girlfriend! Reader.

╰─► Sex on fire ✿(Eddie Munson x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► I’m your god ✿ ❥( Eddie Munson X girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Bratty Much? ✿ ❥(Steddie! X girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Enough ❥ ✿ (Steddie! X girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Moving on ✿ (Eddie Munson X ex! Girlfriend reader.

╰─► Never leave ✿(Vamp! Eddie x Fem! Reader)

╰─► Little Gremlins ✿(Eddie Munson x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Access ✿(Steddie! X girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Better man ✿ (Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader)

╰─► Bite mark ✿ (Eddie x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Ask Nicely ✿(Steddie X Girlfriend! Reader.

╰─► Don’t worry ✿(Steddie x little! Reader)

╰─► Attention ✿(Eddie x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► If by chance ✿(Eddie X Ex!Girlfriend reader)

Jim Hopper

╰─► Hopper’s Favorite (Hopper x Fem! Reader)

Robbin Buckley

╰─► The letters

╰─► Missed you (Robin Buckley x girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Robins Ribbon (Robin Buckley x girlfriend! Reader)

Billy Hargrove

╰─► Play along (Billy Hargrove x Fem! Reader)

╰─► Bikes (Biker! Billy X girlfriend! Reader)

╰─► Tired of it ❥(Billy x (afab) Fem! Reader)

Dustin Henderson (aged up)

╰─► To be written

Mike Wheeler (Aged up)

╰─► Little Bunny (Mike Wheeler X age regressed girlfriend!)

╰─► Helper ❥(Mike wheeler X girlfriend! Reader)

Secrets - Part 1

BakuDeku X f!Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Kacchan has been a bit rocky lately. It was really bothering you and you didn't know how to fix it. Super slow burn. Bakugo's feelings for deku are resurfacing. How will this play out when he's still in love with y/n? Keep reading to find out. ;)

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship, shower sex, biting, angst, language, Bakugou x Deku ship (KiriMina and DenkiShinsou as side ships) Everyone in the fic is aged up 21+ except for flashbacks. (there is no smut in the flashbacks)

A/N: ᕱ⑅ᕱ- This is the first fic that we (@dabislilbaby and @haru-x-ren) have written together. it's meant to be a sequel series to Your're The Only Thing That Makes Sense, which is a Bakugo x reader I (@dabislilbaby) wrote a few months ago. You should definitely go read that before starting this series. Haru had some ideas, so we collaborated on this sequel :) He didn't want to take much credit for the fic but it is Co-writer.

✷*はる*✷- Just want to say, hey everyone. It's haru. we can answer any questions you have through asks.

This is just the first of many collabs we'll be doing. Let us know if you'd like to be added to a the Tag List for the series, enjoy<3

Word Count: 8.8k

@electricnovaa @juslili

It was winter. You didn't take well to the cold, but the snow was so pretty. Sparkling from the streetlights and the big full moon. It was quiet and you could hear the snow crunching underneath your boots. As you walked home, you think about the last 6 years. The start of your relationship with Kacchan, U.A. graduation, moving in with him and starting your hero agency together. You were on your way home from the local supermarket. You picked up some groceries you needed, treating yourself to some sushi, making sure to get spicy udon noodles (his favorite) to bring home to him.

Yours and Katsuki's relationship has been rocky lately. And it had been making you a little uneasy to say the least. You'd had a few big fights and both of you had been working a lot, not having much time for each other. Recently, it's felt like there's been a heavy tension whenever you'd see him. It bothered you. You hated how things had been lately, and you wanted it to go back to the way it was. You'd been feeling like this for a while and it's made you fall into a bit of a depressive rut. You felt stuck. It's not that you didn't wanna be with him. You loved Bakugo, more than anything. But this bump in the road the two of you were having was frustrating and you didn't know how to fix it.

You'd finally made it home to your shared apartment. "Baby? Are you home?" You called out into the empty room. Silence. You checked the time on your watch. It was already 11, he still wasn't home? You set down the few grocery bags you carried on the kitchen counter. You pulled your phone from your pocket, getting ready to call your boyfriend, but you stopped yourself. Surely if he was still at work this late, then he must be busy with something important. You thought it best not to bother him, and just wait for him to come home. You finished putting away the groceries, putting the noodles you bought for him in the fridge with a sticky note on it, saying that it was for him. You changed into something more comfortable and found your way to the couch. You ate by yourself in front of the tv, watching something mind numbing.

You looked at your phone. It was 1:20 and he still wasn't home. You wanted to stay up and wait for him, but before long you'd fallen asleep. You were still in the same spot you'd been all night. On the couch, facing the tv, waiting for him. You didn't like going to bed without him, so often times you wouldn't. You'd stay up and wait for him, or until you were so tired that you couldn't keep yourself awake. You'd gotten so used to the way he held you, that it became hard to rest comfortably without his presence. The past couple of weeks he'd been coming home from work later and later. Which meant you had been getting less and less sleep.

Around 2:30 in the morning, Katsuki had finally come home. He made sure to enter the apartment quietly, not wanting to wake you if you were sleeping. Which he was positive you would be at this hour. He kicked off his shoes and he noticed the sound of the tv. Either you were awake or you'd forgotten to turn it off before going to bed. He walked towards the noise, stepping into the living room. The room was dark other than the fast-changing colors coming from the tv. He leaned over the coffee table to find the remote, and he noticed your hunched over sleeping form on the couch. You must have stayed up waiting for him again, he thought. He quickly turned off the tv, laying the remote back on the table. He knelt down to the edge of the couch, stroking a finger over your cheek softly. He slid his arms underneath you, picking you up bridal style. In your unconscious state, you instinctively buried your head in his neck, mumbling something incoherent.

He carried you into your shared bedroom. He gently laid you down on your side of the bed, trying his best not to wake you. He covered you with a blanket before finally getting out of the clothes he'd been wearing all day. He was too exhausted to do anything else other than go to sleep. He climbed into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. His nose was buried in your hair, and he could smell your scented shampoo. He laid there for a few moments, waiting for his mind to relax the same way his body did. Suddenly, the thought of Izuku flooded his brain. He missed him.

Before you'd come back into his life, the two of them had a secret relationship. It was hidden from the rest of your class, including you, for many reasons. Mostly because both of them were just discovering their sexualities. It was difficult for them both, but especially hard on Bakugo. It made him question everything. Especially since the person who made him discover these feelings was someone he thought he despised. It lasted for a few months at best. But in those few months they both became so attached to each other. Of course, in front of everyone else, he was still mean to Izuku. The same bully he'd always been. But behind closed doors, he would soften. A kind of behavior that only you and Izuku had ever been able to pull out of him.

Your return stirred up a lot of trouble in their relationship. At first, everything had been fine. They were both happy to have their childhood friend back in their lives after such a long time. But Izuku became jealous of how much time Kacchan was spending with you. And then that night you spent in his room caused a huge fight between them. The memory started to fill Katsuki's thoughts as he began to replay that day.

6 years ago at UA highschool

Izuku sat off to the side, watching everyone fight at ground beta. He'd just finished up his fight with Sero, moving him up one spot in the bracket. He was watching your fight with Kacchan. At the end of the fight, he watched how Bakugo had you pinned to the ground. He watched the look in your eyes while they stared into his. It made him uneasy. He wished he could see the expression on Bakugo's face, but he couldn't at this angle. It made him nervous. The way you looked at him. The same way Kacchan looked at Deku when they were alone. He leaned over to Shoji, who was sitting next to him. "Hey, do you think something is going on between the two of them?" Deku asked as he nodded his head in the direction of the two of you. "Y/n and Bakugo? Probably." Shoji replied. Izuku flinched. He turned his head to Shoji, wanting to know more. "W- uh...why do you say that?" Shoji crossed two of his many arms, leaning back in his chair. "I mean, she spends like every night hanging out in his room. And I saw her leaving his dorm this morning." Deku sat up straight in his chair. "What? She was leaving his room this morning?" Shoji nodded his head. "Don't tell anyone though, I told them I'd keep my mouth shut about it." Izuku relaxed his expression, not wanting to give away his thoughts. He nodded to Shoji, assuring him that he wouldn't say anything. He leaned back in his chair, and his brain was running a million miles an hour.

'Y/n spent the night in his room...'

That same thought kept playing in his brain for the rest of combat training. After the brackets were finished, he headed straight back to the dorm, too in his head to focus on anything else.

He sat in his room staring at the ceiling. He fidgeted with his fingers while his thoughts ran wild. This must have gone on for hours because the next thing he knew, the sun was setting in his window. His overactive thoughts were becoming too much. He needed to talk to Kacchan about it. Especially since their relationship was always a secret. Closed doors and no affection from Bakugo in public. Does Kachaan really love me...? Doubts flooded his mind. The image of your and Bakugo fighting still fresh in his mind.

He dragged his phone out of his pocket, opening Bakugo's contact and sending him a message. "We need to talk. Meet me at the place." There was a small lake just off campus. There was a spot at the edge of the water that was shielded by trees. There was a park bench there, though no one ever visited the area. Kacchan and Deku would meet up here a lot in the middle of the night. It was somewhere they could spend time together without the worry of being seen. They used to come here a lot but since you'd come back, they haven't as much.

Bakugo sat at his desk, doing some homework on his laptop. His phone dinged. It was a message from Deku. "We need to talk. Meet me at the place." He looked up at the top corner of his screen, it was 9pm. Usually you would have come to his room by now to hang out, but tonight you didn't. He worried that he messed something up by the tension he caused earlier in the day after your fight. But he didn't have time to think about it. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and closed his laptop. He wasn't sure what Izuku wanted to talk about, but he was happy to have some alone time with him, nonetheless. Maybe "we need to talk" was just code for sex. He really didn't know. It wouldn't have been the first time Izuku called him there for something, just to pounce on him once he arrived.

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Izuku stood at the water's edge, hands stuffed in his pockets, waiting for Kacchan to show up. He closed his eyes and listened to the quiet ripple of the water, in an attempt to calm his nerves. The moonlight glistened off of the lake. He heard footsteps in the grass behind him. He turned as Bakugo approached him, and out of habit, leaned in for a kiss. Something they normally did when they met here. But Deku pulled away. Bakugo was confused. He'd never refused his affection before.

"Are you mad or something?" He questioned. Izuku immediately shoved him backwards. Not very hard, but enough to make him stumble. Katsuki froze, unsure how to react. Izuku stepped closer to him, shoving him again. And again. And again. Katsuki grabbed his wrists when he tried to push him a fifth time. "Hey, what's up with you?" Deku had never initiated a fight between them before, something was wrong.

Izuku struggled in his grasp, breaking free from his grip almost immediately. He pushed him back again, this time using his quirk. Bakugo flew back a few feet. Green lightning flickered around Izuku's body. The look in his eyes was dark. "Fight me." He said sternly. "Deku, I'm not gonna-" Kacchan was cut off by Izuku yelling. "I said fight me!" He threw a hard punch, making Bakugo's face bleed. He kept throwing punch after punch. At first, he didn't fight back. But he realized that his attempts to get him to calm down weren't working. So, he fired up his palms and started swinging. He'd never seen him like this before. Angry and letting his emotions get the best of him. It wasn't like him at all.

Kacchan was on the defensive. He tried desperately to pin Deku down so he could talk to him for just a second. He didn't want to hurt him, but he fired a few heavy shots at him anyway, hoping it would wear him down. The fight went on longer than he wanted it to. But he finally managed to catch Deku slipping.

He could tell that Izuku's emotions were getting in the way. He was usually so coordinated and precise in battle, but right now he was being sloppy. He caught him off his guard with a blow to the knees, making Izuku fall to the ground. Before he had a chance to get up, Katsuki pinned him to the ground. Straddling his waist and holding his wrists against the grass. Izuku squirmed and struggled beneath him, like a child throwing a tantrum. "Hey- HEY!" Bakugo yelled, making Izuku sit still. "Are you gonna tell me what the fuck is going on with you or what? You said you wanted to talk." Izuku let out a deep breath, feeling defeated. Katsuki took that as a sign that he was done throwing punches. He got off of him and stood, reaching out his hand to help Izuku stand.

Deku sat down on the bench, wiping the blood from his nose on his sleeve. Kacchan sat next to him, resting his arm over the back of the seat. Neither of them spoke at first, but Bakugo broke the silence. "What's going on? What are you so upset about?" Deku was silent. His hands balled into fists as they rested on his thighs. After a long pause, he spoke. "Do you wanna be with her?" He said softly, voice a bit shaky. Almost like he was afraid to ask.

"What?" Bakugo replied, readjusting his position so his body was facing more towards Deku. Izuku took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts and reining in his emotions. "Y/n. Do you wanna be with her?" His head turned, green eyes meeting red. Kacchan hesitated. "...no... yes... maybe? I don't know..." He second guessed his answer every few seconds. The time he spent with you and the growing feelings he felt came into his brain. But just because his feelings for you resurfaced, doesn't mean that he loved Deku any less. Maybe never saying it was a huge mistake. He started to feel... scared. Izuku's eyes shut, and tears streamed down his cheeks. He felt his heart drop into his stomach. Bakugo put a hand over Izuku's balled fist. "That doesn't mean I don't wanna be with you though..." Deku's eyes opened. The look on Kacchan's face was something he couldn't read. It was a mixture of a concerned, loving gaze and fear fueled by self-doubt.

Bakugo hadn't quite figured out what exactly it was that he had with Izuku. He was never good at anything involving feelings, much less feelings as complicated as this. All he knew was that he wanted him to stay. And yet when he thought of you, it was the same feeling. He had feelings for you both, strong ones, and it was so confusing and frustrating. He didn't know which way to go, or what he was supposed to do. But he knew that he couldn't have you both.

Both of them fell silent for a few minutes. Neither of them really knowing what to say. Bakugo put a hand to Deku's cheek, wiping away the tear that threatened to stain his skin. He leaned in, hesitating before pressing a kiss to his lips. Deku didn't pull away this time, placing his hand over top of Kacchan's. He pressed his forehead against Deku's. "I'm sorry..." He whispered. They both shut their eyes, staying in that moment.

Deku sniffled, nose stuffed from his tears. There was another long pause before he responded. "I..." he hesitated, unsure if he should really say what he's about to say. "I love you Kacchan. But I...I can't...not like this." Bakugo felt like his heart stopped when Deku said those words

'He...loves me?'

He was at a loss for words. But he had to say something right? When he opened his mouth to speak, they both heard distant footsteps, so they quickly pulled away from each other. Separating themselves on the bench by a foot or two.

Mr. Aizawa emerged from the bundle of trees that shielded the area. He stopped, noticing the two of them on the bench. Both Bakugo and Izuku looked bruised and battered. "I swear to God if I catch you two fighting in the middle of the night one more time, I'm gonna make you both do summer classes." Izuku stood from the bench, inconspicuously wiping away his last tear, pulling himself together. "It won't happen again sir, it's over now." He walked past Aizawa, heading back to the dorms. To anyone else it would sound like he was talking about the fight. But Kacchan knew what he meant by "it's over now." And his heart sank.

The two of them followed Aizawa back to the dorms, only to be scolded for their behavior while they stood in the common area. Bakugo wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying, he'd heard it a million times before. He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking around the room waiting for Aizawa to be done with his lecture. You caught his attention; you were leaving the girls washroom and your hair was wet. He fidgeted with the toy he kept in his pocket that used to belong to you. He watched as you walked towards the elevator, meeting Iida at the door. Your eyes met. His red irises catching in your e/c eyes. He saw you whisper something to Iida, and Iida whispered something back to you before you both disappeared in the elevator.

Aizawa finally finished his scolding, sending them both to their dorm rooms. Kacchan and Deku both stood in the elevator in complete silence. It stopped on the second floor. Izuku stepped out of the elevator without a word. Not even bothering to look back at him. He watched him walk away as the elevator doors closed again, taking him up to the fourth floor.

He hesitated outside his bedroom door. His head was all over the place and he didn't really want to be alone right now. But who else could he go to? Clearly, he couldn't go see Deku like he usually did when something was wrong.

He thought of you. You brought him so much comfort when he was around you. And to be honest, you were the only thing that was making sense to him right now. He was contemplating going to your room. He fidgeted with the toy in his pocket again and sighed. He walked away from his dorm, around the hall to where yours was. His knuckle came up, hesitating before giving a light knock.

You opened the door, and the sight of you calmed his thoughts. "Kacchan, what are you-" he interrupted you. "You didn't come to my room tonight."

[A/N: If you have some confusion about this part, please read the fic this flashback is from. Again, this is a series sequel to You're the only thing that makes sense. with established relationship between y/n and Bakugo. -]

Katsuki sighed, remembering that night. It was both one of the worst, and the best nights. he hated the fact that he lost Deku. But he was so happy to have you. He felt so guilty for having these thoughts lately. For the past couple of weeks, Izuku had invaded his mind on a regular basis. He thought he'd gotten over it a long time ago but now he was starting to question if he ever really did, or just pretended like it didn't happen.

He's never spoken of it since then, never even admitted to being interested in men to anyone aside from Kirishima. His best friend was the only person who knew. Not even y/n. Though Deku had come out as bisexual not long after. But Bakugo decided to remain in the closet publicly.

He wasn't sure what caused this influx of thoughts about him. Maybe it was the fact that him and Deku had been working so closely together lately? The two of them, as well as a few others had teamed up to work a big case against a dangerous villain. You were part of the team too, of course. But having Deku around so much lately might have been causing these feelings to resurface. Or maybe he was just making excuses.

He had to get rid of them. What happened with Deku was a long time ago and he needed to focus on his relationship with you. He knew he'd been distant lately. Staying late hours at work, avoiding you. It wasn't because he didn't want to be around you. But you were good at reading him. Too good. He didn't want you to know. He didn't want you to question what he was thinking about. Because if you'd asked him, he knew you'd catch his lie. He just needed a little more time to get over these resurfaced feelings. And then everything would be okay again.

It wasn't long before he finally drifted off to sleep with you in his arms. Letting the thoughts fade while his consciousness went black.

He dreamed that night. He dreamed that he had you both. He didn't have to choose. He never had to lose Deku. He dreamed that the three of you were happy. Together. But was that even possible? It was just a dream after all...

The next morning, you woke up to Katsuki's alarm. He slept right thru it, but you were now wide awake. You leaned over and grabbed his phone, turning off the alarm. You took note of the fact that you were in bed, and so was he. He had his arms wrapped around you in a tight bear hug, like he always did. You laid there for just a minute. Taking in this moment when things felt okay.

You rolled over, still engulfed in his arms. You brushed the hair out of his eyes. He looked so calm when he slept. He wasn't angry, or sad. He wasn't frustrated or stressed out. He was just at peace. As nice as it was, you decided to wake him. If he didn't get up soon, you'd both be late.

You gently tapped on his nose; he was a bit ticklish there. You watch as his face scrunched, and his nose twitched under your touch. He hummed out a low groan. "You gotta get up so we can go fight crime" you teased in a low whisper. His eyes fluttered open to meet yours. You smiled at him. "Good morning, Teddy Bear." He sighed. "Good morning" you responded. He slowly sat up, while you stayed in your laying position. You watched his back muscles flex when he stretched his arms above his head, the sunlight peeking thru the curtains making his skin glow. He climbed out of bed, heading towards the large master bathroom. You rolled out of bed soon after and followed not far behind. The two of you had a semi-consistent morning routine when getting ready for work, and today was no different.

When you stepped into the bathroom, he was readjusting himself in his boxers while he stepped away from the toilet. Over the last 6 years you've been together, you've both become extremely comfortable with each other. He walked over to one of the double sinks in the bathroom and began washing his hands. You stepped over to the toilet, pulling your shorts down and following suit. "What time did you come home last night?" You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Around 2:30 I think" he responded, drying his hands on the towel to his left.

He picked up his red toothbrush that sat next to your purple one, wetting the bristles and squeezing the light blue paste onto the brush. You finished quickly and joined him in that action. It was silent for the length of two alphabets. He spit into the sink, picking up the glass he kept next to the faucet and rinsed out his mouth. then shut off the water and put his toothbrush back in its spot.

He turned with his back to the mirror, leaning on the counter and his head turned to you while you finished up. He broke the silence. "I got a call from an Agency in the states yesterday."

"Yeah? What'd they say?" You mumbled with your mouth full of paste. He sighed. "They need me in America for a big case they're working on. They asked me to go overseas for a bit, Kiri and Shinsou too." You spit in the sink and rinsed your mouth. Putting your toothbrush back next to his. "What did you say?" Your eyes didn't leave the sink. He hesitated before answering. "The both of them already agreed to go, so I figured I might as well if they needed the help."

Your heart sank a bit. It wasn't the first time he had to go away for hero work. It usually wasn't overseas, but even then, it wasn't really a big deal. You just didn't like being alone. After you'd finally escaped the hell that was your father, you and Kacchan moved in together immediately. He was your home, and whenever he was away for too long, you'd get anxious. It was a trait about yourself that you greatly disliked, but he's assured you many times that he didn't mind how much you tend to miss him.

"How long will you be gone?" He hesitated again before answering. "...Five weeks at most." You looked over to him, the look on his face was sympathetic. He knew you hated when he was away for long periods of time. "...when are you leaving?"

"Three days." You nodded your head. You didn't really know what to say, you couldn't protest. Ask him to stay. No, that would be too selfish. He was a great hero and people needed him. What right did you have to keep him all to yourself. "Okay..." The tone in your voice was a bit sad, and he caught that.

"Come here" he pushed off the counter and took a step towards you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and yours lazily rested at his hips. He pulled your face into his chest and let his chin rest atop of your head. "I'm sorry things have been so rough lately, Teddy Bear. I know it hasn't been easy...but we'll be okay. I promise, I'm not going anywhere." He kissed the top of your head, and you fully wrapped your arms around his waist. Then two of you just stood there for a few minutes, holding each other. He'd gotten a lot better at knowing when you needed comfort over the years. And he'd also gotten better at giving it to you.

You finally pulled away from the hug. "I'm gonna take a shower." you sighed while your arms dropped from his waist. He removed his from your shoulders and placed his hands on your hips. "Is it okay if I join you?" He smirked, pulling you a little closer and kissing your cheek. You nodded your head, face turning a little red. He let go of you and let you turn on the shower. He came up behind you while you stuck your hand under the water to test the temperature. His hands snaked up your shirt and slid over your soft skin. He kissed at the nape of your neck. He was being very soft and gentle with you. Once the water reached your desired temperature, you removed your hand from under the water. His fingers hooked into the hem of your oversized shirt, lifting it over your head and pulling it off your arms. He kissed your neck again, wrapping his arms around you and taking one of your breasts in hand. He squeezed lightly and pressed himself against you. You felt the bulge in his boxers and your face ran hot. Even after so many years, he still managed to get you flustered.

You stuck your thumbs in your shorts, pulling them down and letting them fall to the floor. Bakugo's hands left your body, and he did the same. You stepped into the shower, and he followed close behind. The water was warm against your skin, the steam filling the air. Kacchan grabbed your purple loofah that hung on one of the hooks on the shower wall. It was already wet thanks to the large shower head hitting the wall before the two of you stepped in.

He squeezed some of your lavender scented soup onto the loofah, rubbing it in until it turned to suds. He dragged the spongy material across your shoulders, coating your skin in soapy bubbles. "You remember the first time we did this?" His voice was soft. His hand that held the loofah snaked around to the front of your body. He pressed his chest against your back, letting the soap cover him as well while he coated your breasts with suds. "You were so nervous" he chuckled, smiling at the memory. You felt the loofah travel to your neck, covering it in soap as well. "Your hands were shaky..." He paused, moving the loofah towards your lower stomach. "...and you wouldn't even look me in the eyes." He shoved the loofah in between your legs, bringing a small yelp from your lips as you felt the material drag across your clit.

"Yeah, I remember" you spoke quietly. Your hand grabbed onto his large bicep that wrapped around you. Your hand slid down his arm until it was over top of his. You pulled his hand, along with the loofah, up your body until it was at your chest again. You took the loofah out of his hand and turned to face him. The steaming water hit your bare back and it felt so nice. He peered down at you as your hands raked over his muscular torso, coating him in your lavender soap. You dragged it over his shoulder and around the back of his neck, pulling him a bit closer to you. Your lips pressed against his, and his tongue found yours. His hand rested at the back of your jaw below your ear, thumb on your cheek. His other reached around and squeezed your ass hard. His lips left yours and met the skin of your neck, a spot where there was no soap. He sank his teeth in you, and you moaned. "I'm gonna miss those pretty noises you make, teddy bear" you bit your lip and clenched your thighs together. His praises never failed to soak you at your core.

He slid both his hands to cup the back of your thighs and lifted you up so easily like he always did. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips, looking for stability. He turned slightly, resting you on the metal bar of the shower wall, though he still held most of your weight. He kissed you passionately, pushing your back against the cold, wet tile. He shielded most of the water from you with his tall figure.

He grinded against you, dragging the wet skin of his shaft across your clit. He kissed your neck again. "Please Kacchan" you moaned out. You knew how much he liked it when you'd beg for him. It made him feel wanted. Desired. Something you did a good job of anyway, but this just sent it home. You felt him twitch against you. His hand reached between you, and he lined himself up with your entrance, not bothering to give you any kind of prep. He pushed himself into you, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls. Your breath hitched and your eyes shut, followed with a sinful whimper.

He really would miss this feeling while he was away.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close. You moaned and whimpered into his ear while he fucked you against the wall. It was driving him absolutely mad. His palm slapped the tiled surface, looking for stability when he quickened his pace. His other arm wrapped around your arched back, holding onto you tight. Your moans got louder. So did his, echoing in the small space. You'd figured out a long time ago that neither of you were very good at being quiet. He was hitting so deep, abusing your sweet spot. You threw your head back against the wall, eyes rolling with it as you reached your climax.

Your scream echoed off the shower walls and you tightened around him. So much so that it became difficult to move in and out of you without a bit of force. But that didn't stop him. His thrusts became rougher, bullying his way inside of you. The feeling caused your orgasm to last much longer than it should have. The way your walls gripped him, and the sound of your broken cries sent him over the edge. It wasn't long before you felt hot, sticky ropes of cum shoot into you. He slowed down but not by much, continuing to push it deeper. His breathing was heavy, yours shaky. He finally pulled out of you, slowly. He looked down and watched the cum drip out of you and onto the shower floor. God, what a pretty sight this was. The woman he loved most, filled to the brim by him. Screaming for him.

He leaned over you, resting his head on the wall next to yours, still catching his breath. "I love you. So fucking much" he panted in your ear. "I love you too." You spoke softly thru your broken breathing.

He lifted you off the metal bar, though your legs were a little weak. He let you hold onto him for support. The two of you finished washing up in the shower, feeling the cold air as you both stepped out naked. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around you before grabbing one for himself. He grabbed another smaller towel and ruffled his wet hair. He laid that towel around his shoulders while you both walked out of the bathroom and back into your room. You stood at the foot of your bed and continued to dry off your wet skin. Kacchan slipped on a fresh pair of boxers and some jeans. Following with black hoodie, pushing the sleeves up to his elbows.

You were just pulling on a pair of panties and clasping your bra when you felt his hand on your waist and he leaned over your shoulder. "I'll make breakfast while you finish getting ready." He kissed your cheek before walking out of your bedroom. It'd always taken you a bit longer to get ready then him, since you had more steps.

He was being extra sweet today. At least more than he'd been lately. You'd hoped this meant that things were getting better and this rocky period wouldn't last much longer. You went back into the bathroom, blow drying your hair and putting on light makeup. You pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and a cream-colored knitted sweater. You left your hair down, like you did most days and grabbed your phone before walking out into the apartment.

The smell of bacon filled your nose, and you followed it into the kitchen. You saw a bowl of egg yolks on the counter with a whisk sitting in it. You watched as Katsuki laid two pieces of egg-covered bread into a skillet, listening to the sound it made with it started to sizzle. "Bacon AND French toast? Is it my birthday or something?" You teased as you sat in one of the island counter stools. He smirked flipping over the bread in the pan. He grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and put one large piece of French toast on it along with a few strips of bacon. He grabbed the maple syrup out of the fridge and set them both on the counter in front of you. He walked around the counter to where you were sitting and grabbed your face gently. He turned your head to look at him and pressed a kiss to your lips. "Thank you for the udon. I'm sorry I wasn't home to eat it with you, but I'll make sure to take it for lunch today." You paused for a moment. This felt weird. Not in a bad way, but just... Different. He was being nice. Too nice. This was unlike him. "...you're welcome?" Something was up but you weren't quite sure what. "Are you feeling okay?" You asked him as he made his own plate and sat next to you. "Me? Yeah I'm fine. Why?" He responded before dousing his toast in syrup. "You're super lovey dovey this morning, and I just wanted to make sure that nothing was wrong."

he scoffed. "Am I not allowed to show my girlfriend affection?" He teased, trying to break the heaviness of the question. The truth was that he felt really guilty about being distant. About thinking of Deku. And on top of that, leaving for five weeks while you guys were working stuff out. He'd never say it to your face, but he'd always had a fear of losing you. Scared he wasn't good enough or that one day you might see him the same way everyone else did. So, he was trying to make up for it by doing all the things he knew you liked. But he didn't expect to be questioned about it.

"No, that's not what I'm saying. I like it, it's just..." You paused, trying to find the right words. "You don't usually act like this, so I was just checking in." You felt a bit insecure about questioning his behavior. Maybe you shouldn't have said anything, after all it wasn't really a problem. You couldn't complain.

There was that tension again. That heavy tension that hung in the air. The one that has been bothering you for so long.

The two of you finished your breakfast in silence and headed to work. The drive to the agency was silent, apart from the radio that played at a low volume. You walked into the building together, still in silence. You separated into a different locker rooms, both of you returning in your hero costumes.

You both stepped into the elevator and headed up to the 5th floor where both of your offices were. "I'm going to hold a team meeting today so be in the conference room at 10, okay?" He spoke, adjusting the sleeve of his suit. You responded with a simple mhm before it fell silent. As the two of you stepped out of the elevator, you were both greeted by your many sidekicks and assistants. "Diana, could you do me a favor and get a hold of everyone on the PVT case? Tell them I'm holding a meeting at 10am." He instructed one of his assistants. She nodded to him before walking away, presumably to do what he asked.

The PVT case was the "Pit Viper Tokara" case that everyone had teamed up on. The investigation had been running for a few months now and the past couple weeks have been full of immense progress.

Tokara Doku is the high-class villain that's been wreaking havoc on Japan. Up until now, Japan's biggest threat was the league of villains. But since the war had ended, and the new generation of heroes took over, things have been pretty quiet.

Tokara's first appearance was just 3 years ago. There had been a string of Murders linked with poisonous venom. None of the victims had a pattern that the detectives could see, and the type of poison used couldn't be matched in any database. It was a hard case for the police to crack, so they brought it to the pros. It was Chargbolt who made the first discovery of the Venom Villain, a young man by the name of Shio Takumi, more well-known now as the villain Tokara Doku.

Since then, his attacks on innocent civilians have become increasingly frequent and his methods seem to be more and more sadistic. A handful of agencies thought it best to work together and share what information we had on the villain, spending months on detailed investigations. The people attending are Pinky and Red Riot with their shared agency, Creati, Hitoshi and Chargebolt (also together) Shoto Todoroki, along with Deku, and last but not least Bakugo and your's shared agency.

~

You opened the conference room door, noticing Kacchan and Eiji talking at one end of the room. A few of your fellow pro heroes littered the large space in various locations. The room bright with florescent lights, a long dark Mahagony table with chairs surrounding it. You took a seat at your usual spot, right beside Katsuki's chair at the head of the long wooden table. You sat and waited for the meeting to start, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve to keep you distracted. Quiet chattering filled the room while your brain scattered.

Thoughts about this morning filled your mind. 5 whole weeks without Kacchan. Come the think of it, the two of you never spent more than just a few days apart since high school. Only ever a week at most maybe.

What if being away from you for that long made things worse...

You were pulled from your thoughts when the chair next to you was pulled out with a quiet scraping against the white tiled floor. You heard a familiar voice. "Hey pup!" You looked to see Izuku beaming his sweet smile at you. "Oh- hey zuku." His smile faltered for just a second before he turned soft.

He noticed something seemed... Off.

"You alright y/n?" He tilted his head down just slightly to level with you. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but he just had a feeling that something was weighing on your mind. "What? Oh- yeah no no I'm fine." You waved off his concern. He leaned his head forward, raising his brows and giving you a look thru his lashes. "You sure?" You nodded and gave him a soft smile, assuring him that you were indeed, fine.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could, you heard your boyfriend's booming voice fill the room. "Okay, a few things we need to get thru today. But first..." He paused, readjusting his posture, crossing his arms as he shifted his weight onto one foot. His frame towered over the table. "Kirishima, Shinsou, and I will be leaving in a couple days to take up a mission in America for a few weeks. While I'm gone, Deku will take over on leading this case with y/n." He glanced over to the two of you before continuing.

"As of now, we only have one lead on a possible location on where Tokara is hiding out." He picks up a small black remote from the table and turns to the white projector screen behind him. He turned the screen on and cleared his throat gruffly. "He's been able to escape our surveillance for about 2 weeks now, but one of Red Riot's sidekicks said he spotted him outside Shizuoka prison, and he was headed into this abandoned factory just a few blocks away." He clicked the remote and a slideshow of photos popped up of the abandoned building he was talking about.

He turns back to the group at the table. "We will not be taking any steps of action until I return, unless it is absolutely necessary." at the opposite end of the table you heard Hypno huff in annoyance. Bakugo turned towards the purple haired hero. "Got a problem, Shinsou?" he glared at him, red eyes burning. "As a matter of fact, I do, Dynamite." he said gruffly. "Denki still hasn't fully recovered from the most recent attack. He barely made it out of that fucking fight alive. I don't think we should be waiting to solve this issue just so more people can end up hurt!" his voice raised, and the rest of the group looked at Bakugo with expecting eyes. He replied, "I don't think rushing into something this serious, with the little information we have, is such a bright idea, idiot." the last word coated in malice.

Momo chimed in from the seat across from you, trying to lower the tension before it got worse. "Are we positive he's working alone? I know we've found no evidence of a partner or other villains, but his crimes as of late seem to be too complex for just one person to accomplish alone." Katsuki sighed. "We aren't positive, no. But just like you said, we have absolutely no evidence of him working with anyone else. I don't underestimate him to do all of this on his own, however we will be prepared for the possibility of other participants." he said this with a certainty in his voice. Strong and confident.

The meeting continued like any other, after 2 hours of heated conversation, it ended with a final conclusion of what was to take place while he was overseas. Though the two of you started this agency together, and it belongs equally to you both, Kacchan ran this place like a well-oiled machine. Always on top of things, keeping everyone organized and in check. There was a reason he was second only to Deku. And he never let being "number 2 hero" phase him. Getting his job done with efficiency.

On your way out of the meeting, Izuku catches you by the arm. "Hey, so uh, I didn't really have a chance to say this earlier... But we should get lunch sometime, we haven't really hung out in a while and I miss you" there was that sweet smile again, the one that always felt so warm and welcoming. "Yeah, that'd be great! I miss you too Zuku." You replied eagerly, returning his smile. "Maybe I'll even get ya another pup-cup" he teased, brushing his knuckle on the end of your nose.

Two years ago...

The four of you in Deku's black BMW, sat in the drive thru, waiting for Izuku to finish placing his order. You sat in the passenger seat being the DJ (He always gave you the aux.) Kacchan and Eiji were squeezed in the back seat with Ichika, Zuku's black and white spotted Great Dane.

You turned down the music while Izuku spoke the order out the window and into the speaker, mindlessly scrolling thru your phone. You weren't paying much attention to what he was saying, but you did hear your name. "Y/n, what do you want?" You looked up from your phone. "Uuhh I don't really know the menu all that well. Just get me whatever it was you brought me last time that tasted like cookies and cream." He turned away from you and continued with the order.

Next thing you knew you were being handed a cardboard tray of drinks and a little paper bag with warmth radiating from its contents. "Here baby" you handed Kacchan his drink, following with Eiji's right after, then setting yours and Zuku's in the front seat cup holders. He then handed you two small paper cups that were filled with nothing but what looked like whipped cream. You'd never seen this before.

You stuck your finger into one of the cups and tasted it. It was sweet and fluffy against your taste buds. You stuck out your tongue and licked at the cream some more. As Izuku turned back to you, he noticed. "y/n? Why are you eating the pup-cup?" He laughed, and you paused. "The what-cup?"

Out of your peripheral, you saw Ichi with her head poking thru the seat, head tilted, and ears raised as she watched you eat her treat. Izuku laughed again, picking up the second small paper cup and holding it up for the dog. "a pup-cup. It's supposed to be a treat for Ichi." He looked over to his pet, whose large tongue was going everywhere but the whipped cream. Your eyes darted between the two of them for a second as you realized. You heard Eiji in the back seat start laughing when he caught on.

"How's the treat, pup?" Izuku teased. And he never let you live it down. you laughed embarrassed as the three of them chuckled, blushing as you hide your embarrassment behind your hands.

The memory of where his nick name for you originated, seeped into your thoughts as you watched him walk away, pulling his coat over his hero suit before the elevator doors closed.

You could see the last sliver of sun peak over the horizon from your office window as it set. Mostly everyone had left the office by now, only few employees stayed late to finish their paperwork. Kacchan came thru the elevator doors, finishing up his evening patrol. Through your open office door, you watched him enter his own and set his gauntlets in the small chair.

You quickly logged off of your desktop computer, making your way over to him. footsteps quietly echoing in the empty office hallway. You leaned against the open-door frame and lightly knocked on the wood to get his attention. He turned to face you, taking off his green and orange gloves and setting them on the corner of his desk. "You 'bout ready to head home?" You asked quietly as you shoved your hands in your pockets. "I've got some paperwork I need to finish up, but you should go get some rest." He replied, stepping closer to you, pulling a set of keys out of his pocket and handing them to you. "Go ahead and take the car, I'll get a cab when I finish up." He cupped your face and pulled you a bit closer to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. "Okay." You mumbled. He sighed, moving his hand to lift your chin and look him in the eyes. He saw the slight pout on your face. He pursed his lips slightly, mimicking your pout. "I love you." He said in a bit of a whiney voice, trying his best to make you feel better. You let out a huff, staring into his vermillion eyes for a moment. "Yeah, yeah I love you too... Idiot."

He smirked. "That's my girl." He gave you a quick peck on the lips before turning back to his desk. "Drive safe, I'll text you when I'm on my way home."

~

Katsuki sat at his desk; chin rested in his palms while he filled out reports. Sun fully set now, and only soft fluorescent light filled the room.

"Why am I not surprised that you're still working?" Kacchan looked up from his computer to see the green haired hero leaning against the door frame of his office. "What are you doing here? Thought you left after the meeting." His eyes turned back to his computer screen to continue his work.

"I did. But I had a sneaky feeling you'd still be here, and I wanted to talk. " He pushed off the door frame, taking a seat at one of the chairs opposite Katsuki's desk. "Talk? About what?" He continued to type.

"Something's been off with you lately." Izuku stated. "Hm? Nah I'm good." Kacchan brushed it off.

"That wasn't a question. I can tell." He paused as Bakugo looked over to him. He smirked. "You forget that I can read you like a book." Katsuki scoffed, turning back to his computer once more. "Okay. And if there was something going on, what are you gonna do about it?" Deku shrugged as he spoke; "We can talk about it?" Bakugo scoffed again. "You've known me how many years? And you think asking me to talk about my feelings is gonna work? Yeah, okay." He shook his head.

Izuku pressed his lips into a thin line, not surprised by his apprehensive behavior. It was quiet for a moment before Izuku broke the silence. "I was invited to go drinking with some of the team tonight, you should come."

"I'll pass, thank you very much." Bakugo didn't even bother looking away from his computer. "Oh, c'mon Kacchan, when was the last time you took a breather from all this hero stuff? You're a worse workaholic than me."

"I'm also not number one." He retorts. Izuku stayed quiet and Bakugo looked over at that signature puppy-dog pout that always got him what he wanted. He sighed, rolling his eyes. " who's gonna be there?" Izuku smiled a little. " Kiri and Mina, and also Denks and Shinsou. And me of course." he chuckled. Katsuki looked over at him again, noticing his smile.

'That damn smile...' He felt himself caving to Deku's request. 'it's just a night out. Maybe a few drinks and CASUAL conversation will help me get over these feelings. He lied to himself.

"Fine. Let me finish up this last report and we'll go." He finally agreed, tongue in cheek. Izuku beamed a triumphant smile, telling Kacchan he'd meet him outside before leaving thru the elevator.

He shot you a quick text.

Kit-Kat❤️:

Deku wants me to go drinking with him and a few others, you wanna come?

Teddy Bear🧸:

I'd love to, but I'm really tired :( I haven't gotten much sleep lately

You have fun tho baby<3

Kit-Kat❤️:

Okay teddy bear, love you💕

Teddy Bear🧸:

Love you too🥰

he smiled softly at the message, warmth in his chest from your quick reply. He really was in love with you. Although he was confused and distracted those feelings never changed. He headed to the agency locker room and quickly shed his uniform before finding Deku in the parking lot.

He didn't realize what was about to come...

✰🅱🆄🅽✰ + ❦︎ʜᴀʀᴜ❦︎

Part 2

I love this so much 🥹

life and death meet up for a chat

(special thanks to @/ghast1yghosts on twitter for giving me severe brainrot)

Training

Shinzawa x fem!reader

Summary: ShinZawa rush home to their pretty new kitten.

So many of you have been asking for another ShinZawa x reader one-shot so I tried something a little newer than what I’ve written before. I hope this does not disappoint! Thank you for reading!

Warnings: NSFW. 18+ only. Minors DNI. Aged-up Characters, threesome (mmf), fingering, oral (f receiving), pet play, inexperienced!reader, sub!reader, slightlyinexperienceddom!Shinso, experienceddom!Aizawa, lessons on sex, overstimulation, pet names (pet, kitten, kitty, kitty cat, pussy cat), bondage, spanking, humiliation, toy use (vibrator, anal plug, cat costume, leash, collar), slight manipulation, slight water sports, sadisticdom!Aizawa, bukkake, cum eating. Please let me know if I forgot anything! Hope you enjoy and remember to show some love by liking, commenting, and reblogging!

Word Count: 3.2K

"We’re late," Hitoshi sing-songs to Shota as they run through the crowd, their eyes set on the amateur purse snatcher they’re after.

"Nothing we can do about that now," Shota grumbled. His wrist flicks his capture weapon out, the material snapping around the person’s ankle and pulling them to the ground. "The kitten’s fine. She can wait a bit longer."

"Think so?" Hitoshi asks as he gets close enough to bring his boot down on the thief’s wrist, preventing them from reaching out for the dropped bag once again. They groan in pain, activating their quirk to summon a dagger of light in their other palm. They swipe the blade of energy at Hitoshi’s leg, cursing at him all the while.

"Fucking meddling heroes!" They scream, blindly wielding their weapon. "Can’t mind your own fucking business! I—" Their screeching comes to an abrupt halt, their eyes dulling and muscles relaxing.

Hitoshi sighs, aggravated by the lack of a challenge and disappointed with the abundance of stupidity. If he was going to be spending his time away from home, away from his new kitten, then he wanted the patrol to be worth his time. "I didn’t even have to trick you into opening your big, fat, fucking mouth." It’s not a moment later that Aizawa is slapping a pair of quirk-canceling cuffs onto their wrists, ending the shit-show of a robbery quickly. Hitoshi silently commands their perp to stand, guiding them to follow wordlessly to the nearest precinct. Shinso is quick to pick up their conversation again. "I just hate leaving her all alone. She’s still in the training phase."

"That’s how kittens learn," Shota reminds. "We can’t be home 24/7. She needs to learn how to behave even when we’re not there."

Hitoshi’s shoulders slump and he heaves out another sigh. "I know, I know. I still hate it though. Her little sad eyes and pitiful mews are like fucking daggers to the heart." Aizawa raises an eyebrow at the pun, but whether Hitoshi meant it as such, he doesn’t address it, so neither does the older hero.

"You’ll spoil her," the dark-haired man scoffs. "You can’t just pamper her. You gotta look away from the eyes."

The deep-seated sigh that escapes the lavender-haired man’s mouth causes the sensei to roll his good eye in exhaustion over the same tired argument. "But what if she hates the potty pad and won’t use it? Or what if—"

"Look, kid, you gotta trust me, okay?" Aizawa interrupts. "I’ve been through this before. She’ll learn. The training phase will be over sooner if you don’t coddle, alright?"

Hitoshi agrees with the older man, but his tone is less convincing. Not that it matters much as there is little that can be done about it now. They’re already late, the few minutes it takes to make it back home won’t make much difference. But their kitten will be fine in the amount of time it takes to travel to their shared apartment.

Once they open the door, they’re greeted with the sight of their pretty new kitten, sitting right where they left her before their patrol shift. Hitoshi chuckles at the sight and coos at the little creature, quickly making his way over to pat her head and scratch behind her ear.

"Hello, kitten, did you have a good day without us?" Aizawa snorts at the question, knowing they won’t receive a verbal answer. He looks over your quivering form and the puddle beneath you. Your face is flushed in humiliation and tears trek down your face, your eyes glassy as you look up at the two men. Shota tries his best to ward off the obvious sadistic pleasure he gets at seeing you still bound to your spot on the floor and the potty pad they left under you full, but he can’t help the twisted upturn of his lips at the sight. "Aww, see, sensei? We were gone too long! Our kitty cat made a mess of herself." Hitoshi grants mercy upon you and switches off the vibrator taped to your overstimulated pussy, slowly pulling it off. You’re finally able to catch your breath, and you attempt to gulp down cleansing breaths but the muzzle over the bottom half of your face makes it hard to do so.

Aizawa squats down to your level, observing the golden pool beneath you. His huge hand cups your throat, the touch gentle but the power evident by the simple display. His gaze gauges you, his head tilting to the side as he wordlessly watches you. "I’m gonna take this off, and you’re gonna be our good girl, yes?" His eyes bore into you, waiting for a response. You finally nod. "And good girls don’t speak unless told to, correct?" You nod again, knowing better than to hesitate a second time. Aizawa smirks, lightly patting the side of your face approvingly. "There we go. We’re learning." His fingers work the clasps of the maw-shaped muzzle, gently working the suffocating contraption off your face. The moment you’re released from the muzzle, you gulp greedily at the fresh air, the unobstructed oxygen filling straight into your lungs. Good thing too. You weren’t sure how much longer you could have been in that thing while being so close to panicking. He gives you a moment to catch your breath, scratching gently behind the ears clipped into your hair. "Now, how long have you been sitting in your mess?" You blush brightly at the acknowledgment, but you refuse to look down at the evidence of your indiscipline. You look towards the oven’s digital clock, and your shoulders slump when knowing the answer.

"T-two hours, sir," you whisper. Your voice is rough and quiet, not only from disuse but also from the lack of hydration. Using the little cat water bowl was much harder to do with the leather muzzle on. You try your best to ignore Hitoshi hissing through his teeth at your answer. Shota tsks and shakes his head.

"Did you get permission to relieve yourself?" He asks. You hesitantly shake your head. His hand claps down on your thigh and you jump. "Words. We use words now. You speak when we’re not actively playing pet. We took you out of pet play when I asked you a direct question and you answered with words. We’re training, so this is the only time I’ll be telling you this. You’ll go back to being a speechless pet when I say so. You understand?"

You go to nod again but manage to stop yourself and mutter, "Yes, sir."

"I’ll ask again," he says lowly, his fist closing around your throat once more, but not so gently this time. "Did you have permission to go?"

"No, sir," you barely manage the words, your voice shaking almost as much as your thighs.

"You got anything else in here?" Shota pokes at your tummy harshly. Before you can respond, Hitoshi slides behind you, an arm caging around your shoulders and pressing your back flush against the front of his body as his other hand presses down on your bladder, pushing out anything remaining. You whine as the last of your piss dribbles onto the overfilled potty pad, the warm liquid tickling over your extra-sensitive cunt. Your thighs tremble harshly, your hands clenching against them and pulling at the restraints keeping your wrists attached to your thighs. Hitoshi laughs at your struggle. He presses your body back into his own once more, hands roaming your rope-clad figure. He squeezes the bits of flesh that spill over the tight bindings and runs his fingers delicately over your quaking thighs. Shota grabs the leash hooked to the collar around your neck, giving the material a yank.

"Sorry, kitten," he sighs, "but you have to learn." He’s not sorry. Not at all. He was actually elated that his plan was executed perfectly. It’s why he insisted they finish their patrol without skimping the final few minutes. That’s why he made Hitoshi chase that last criminal with him, the one before that, and the one before that, despite going over their scheduled patrol time. And as he tugs on that leash cord taut, your collar straining against your pretty neck as he pulls you over his lap, he knows it’s all worth it.

He loves having you on your knees, shuffling across the floor on reddened shins towards the bedroom. He loves the sight of your sticky thighs as they press together shamefully. He loves bending you over his lap. He loves that the angle shows off your pussy glistening with your creamy juices and golden release with your perky ass pressed into a presenting pose. The view reminds him exactly why you were the perfect pick for their pretty new kitten. So eager to please that you didn’t even object to your alleged mistake. Good pet owners are better about punctuality so they can take care of their helpless babies. But their precious pussy cat is just accepting her punishment without arguing like a brat. Oh, yes, you were definitely the right choice. And now, Shota can take this opportunity to teach Hitoshi how a good owner disciplines their kitten.

Aizawa’s rough fingers dig into Shinso’s cheeks as he pulls the younger hero’s reluctant attention onto him instead of your dripping heat. "Pay attention, Toshi," he whispers. "How many do you think she deserves for making such a big mess with permission?"

"Well," Hitoshi starts, voice strained looking down at your dirty ass, "we were late."

Shota lets out a heavy sigh. "And good kittens should know better. We laid out the rules, it’s her job to follow them."

"But isn’t that unreasonable?" Hitoshi asks, a push-over whine to his tone.

"I was gonna give her five, but ten it is," Shota decides. Hitoshi looks as if he wants to protest, but Shota doesn’t leave room for argument. "If we’re not strict with her in the early days then we have a brat on our hands. You want that, Toshi?"

Hitoshi’s lip quirks up at the corners, imagining his bratty little kitten. "Well…"

"No." A rough, calloused hand smoothes down the globes of your cheeks, goosebumps following its trail. You do your best to remain still, knowing he’ll be harsher on you if you flinch away. You’re a quick learner that way. His fingers wind the leash around them, yanking at the fabric. You look up at your master with wide, innocent eyes; the kind of eyes that make his pants tighter. He pinches the sides of your face between his fingers, blunt nails lightly digging into your cheeks. He speaks slowly, ensuring your little, kitty mind comprehends his next words. "We’re back in pet play. The only sound you can make is cat noises. I only wanna hear your little meows, kitten. Understand me?" You nod, offering a small mewl and nuzzling your cheek into his palm.

It was like a switch went off in your head the moment he confirmed pet play was back on. Your movements become more fluid, more soft, more cat-like. You really play into your role as their pretty pet so well. And when Hitoshi slowly works the fluffy, pink toy into your puckered hole, you easily arch your back as if he were playing with your actual tail. You slip into your kitten mind-space so easily, that it’s as if the paws and tailpiece were mere extensions of your body. Hitoshi was so nice to lube up the toy for you, but his quick work-in of the plug leaves your hole to clench around it, keeping it snug and in place. When Hitoshi tugs at the tail, it feels as if it’s a part of your body and you arch with it, presenting prettily over Shota’s lap. Hitoshi’s fingers comb through the toy’s fluffy fur before his touches scratch up to your back. His digits work your sore limbs out of the restraints strapping your wrists to your thighs. He works at the stiff muscles in your arms as you stretch after so long being in one position. You practically purr at the comforting attention the lavender-haired man gives you.

"Cut it out," the older man snaps at Shinso. "This isn’t a treat. You’ll confuse kitten." Hitoshi sighs before pulling his hand away. You resist the urge to whimper. Instead, you pull your arms over Shota’s thigh, resting your head over them and burying your face atop your paws. The raven-haired man meanly tugs your tail out of the way before he grips at one of your ass cheeks roughly. He leans down, whispering softly, "Ten, and then you’re done, kitten. I know you can do it, pet." You nod into the fluffy paws covering your fists, taking a deep breath to prepare. His hand pulls back, hanging in the air for a moment of anticipation before clapping down onto your left cheek. Your shoulders tense but otherwise you don’t move. The force was fairly light, the sting dissipating faster than you thought, but the reprieve was short-lived after the light test hit. His hand comes down firmer the second time, your asscheek reverberating with the smack and the sound resonating through the room. Lucky for you, the clap covers your tiny, unintentional squeak that slips from the force. Despite the bite blossoming through your ass, you arch your back more, giving your masters easier access to do what they wish.

Shota can't help the breathy chuckle that escapes, pleased by your easy compliance. The next series of strikes are quick and painful, the power behind them leaving your skin red and welting. His hand shifts between each cheek before his hits come down onto the back of your thighs. You can't keep the squealing and squirming down for those. Aizawa shifts you onto your back across his legs after the eighth swat before his palm slaps between your thighs. Your back arches off his legs, your head throwing back at the tingling sting spreading through your lower region. And Shota smirks at this, sadistic joy blooming in his chest as he watches you writhe and whimper in his lap. One more spank between your legs and he's done.

He admires the tears that stream down your cheeks, the way your bare chest heaves when trying to catch your breath. His eyes drift up to Hitoshi's, reveling in the unbridled amazement in his gaze. Shota knows that the younger man has never been a dom for anyone before, the closest he came were the nights the older man allowed him to top, so he also knows that his former student has never experienced the thrills that such a power over someone can bring. The pure ecstasy that taking care of a pretty pet can give. He can see it now, in the way the same perverted pleasure at the sight of your pain and humiliation seeps into his eyes. But Aizawa Shota is a merciful man. Despite the gleam in Hitoshi’s eyes, he knows that you need a little treat for taking your punishment so well.

"Toshi," he calls gruffly. You jolt at rough digits sliding through your folds, breath hitching and body shivering as they spread you out and expose you to the cool air. "Why don’t you kiss the pussy cat better?"

The lavender-haired man is all too happy to accommodate the request. He dives in without hesitation. But his rush to get his mouth on your cunt does nothing to betray how slowly his tongue works your oversensitive clit. It's torture. The way his wet muscle intimately picks you apart, circling your bundle of nerves with expert precision. The pressure makes you want to cry. It’s not enough. You need more. After being edged during their entire patrol, you need more than kitten licks and kisses. It’s almost as if the lilac-eyed man reads your thoughts, his callused digits tenderly prodding your slit. Your older dom pets back your hair as Hitoshi penetrates your entrance, his fingers tapping up into your anterior wall.

You're close—fuck—so close. Looking down at the tuffs of lavender as his head moves between your legs, you get lost in his movements. He's so focused, determined to pick you apart with only his languid tongue and deft digits. Despite his unhurried work, he's quick to pull out your pleasure with skilled movements. Just as you're about to let go, your eyes shoot open in panic. Are you supposed to ask for permission to cum? You look up at your older master, a pout taking over your features while you try to silently communicate with him. The raven-haired man smirks at the obviousness on your face, but he doesn't give you any indication of what he wants you to do. You whimper and whine, writhing in his lap as Hitoshi drags on his torturous methods. You paw at Shota's chest, mewling pathetically for his sympathy.

He chuckles, combing through your sweaty locks. "What's wrong, pet? Do you want something?" Your bottom lip wobbles. You nuzzle your head into his big palm, moving your faux paw-covered hands more insistently over his chest. "Oh, does kitten wanna cum?" You drop your pout for a relieved smile. Instead of nodding, you do your best impression of a purr and kitten-lick his palm as a sign of confirmation. He laughs at your cat-like interpretation and gives Hitoshi the go-ahead. He works faster, harder, bringing you close to the edge. "Okay, kitten, you can let go." And you do. You gasp, releasing silently, your mouth dropping into an 'O' shape. Your thighs shake uncontrollably around Hitoshi's head.

Shota gently brushes sweaty strands from your face as you breathe through the aftershocks. Your chest heaves, lips parted with your gulps of air. And your swollen, bitten lips look so dry, your mouth seeming so thirsty. So your loving masters decide you need something to drink up. Your dark-haired dom cradles you to his chest for a moment before laying you out across the mattress. Your fluffy paws rest over your chest adorably, mimicking a real kitten lying on her back. Hitoshi and Shota find it incredibly endearing. Though, you'd look even more adorable with your tummy full.

Shota nods his head to Hitoshi as he sits up on his knees beside your head, pulling himself out of his jumpsuit. He's been so hard since the moment he saw the golden pool beneath you. They both have. Achingly so—and they've been so patient while waiting to give you their milk.

Shinso follows his mentor's lead, scooting on his knees to hover over you. He tangles your leash around his fist, tugging lightly to capture your attention. "C'mon, kitty cat," he whispers. "Open up. Time for your cream." A small smile twitches your lips before they part, your tongue falling out, awaiting. Both of your masters work their fists over their cocks, their chests heaving with ragged breaths. It doesn't take long for salty spunk to spurt over your face, spraying into your mouth, along your cheeks, dripping off your chin, and tickling your nose. Once you swallow what was deposited into your mouth, you do your best to lick up the rest. It's such an odd sight—a weirdly adorable gesture in such a lewd context—and both of your doms breathlessly laugh at your effort. You wrinkle your nose, swatting with heavy paw gloves at what your tongue can't reach, and that's the moment they know.

You truly are the prettiest, most perfect, pussy cat that they could've ever asked for.

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Eddie Munson - Master List

Wow! I had no idea this was going to happen! Thank you for all the love on my Eddie story!

Blossoming of a Shy Violet

- Reader…the new girl at Hawkins meets Eddie Munson…and her life will never be the same.

Story contains…fluff…angst..smut…possible violence…so please 18+ and the reader is fem!

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen

Part Twenty

Part Twenty - One

Part Twenty - Two

Part Twenty - Three

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