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ɪɴᴛᴏxɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴀ ✧.*
Drunk! Izuku Midoriya x reader
Reader uses she/her
Reader and Izuku are aged up! He’s also a pro hero.
part 2
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Izuku Midoriya. Japan’s top pro hero. Number 1. Was unbelievably drunk. Wasted. A simple punch would bring him down. That’s why you were tasked to make sure that didn’t happen. You and the gang had been out at a bar, to let loose and forget the troubles of being pro heroes. You and Tenya never really had the taste for liquor. He was currently driving their other drunk friends back to their houses. There hadn’t been room for you and Izuku, luckily his house wasn’t far off. A simple 10 minute walk. Normally Izuku wouldn’t have been drinking so much. But Bakugo had egged him on, a drinking competition. Now poor Izuku was feeling the after effects.
You sighed, nearing his house as he wobbled on his feet, even with you supporting him. Izuku looked up at you, face flushed and eyes watery. “T-thank you pretty girl..” he slurred, giggling. “Everything spins..!”
You grimaced, “No problem Izu.”
His cheeks flushed red when she said this, he smiled at her and leaned against her for support, he chuckled a bit after she said this before he spoke up once more, he was having a hard time keeping balance without leaning on her, "You a-are really...hip...Pretty you know?...Pretty eyes...and p-pretty..." He reached a hand towards her face and poked her forehead, then gently pinched her cheek “Soft..."
You flushed. It’s just the liquor talking.. you thought. "Thanks, i guess."
When he had heard her response, a pout formed on his face, he then spoke in a more whiny tone, it was as if he was being a bit bratty. “N-no...not just 'Guess'... You are pretty... You are pretty... P-pretty... Pretty..." He once again pinched her cheek and began tugging at it gently as he repeated the word pretty in a slightly childish tone.
“Izu, you’re intoxicated.” You answer, trying to keep a calm tone.
He pouted again when she responded, he then once again spoke up in a very whiny and childish tone, continuing to pinch her cheek and tug on it a bit more, his eyes still half-lidded and watery. “I am not... I am not..."
He then let go of her cheek and leaned against her once more, letting out another hiccup before speaking up. “I t-thought you'd be happy if I t-told you you a-are pretty..."
You smiled softly as you reached the door. “I am. Promise. Now you gotta get to sleep.”
He continued to pout but his expression softened slightly when she said she was happy, as she said that last part a small yawn escaped from his mouth, though he tried to hold it back. He then nuzzled his head against her shoulder a bit, before he spoke up in a quiet but still slightly whiny tone. "hip..But... I don’t want to go to bed..."
“You’re going to bed Izu.” You responded adamantly.
He continued to pout and protested a little as he was brought to his house, but it was obviously clear that he would easily give in soon enough when he got tired since after all, he was still really drunk. "sigh... F-fiiiine..."
You nodded, fumbling for the key, quickly unlocking the door and helped him through the door.
He stumbled a little when going through the door but quickly composed himself, he was still very wobbly and was clearly having a hard time maintaining balance, he leaned against you the whole way, practically using you to keep him standing up, though he didn’t really mind that at all.
When they got inside he looked around very obviously still a bit tipsy, he seemed confused for a moment before he spoke up. "hic... Are we at my place...?”
You nodded, “Yup. Now sit.” You helped him onto the couch, and went into the kitchen, getting a cup of water. “Here.” You said, giving him the water. He frowned, making a face.
“D-do I have to?” He whined, acting like a child.
“Yes. Now here.” You passed it to him, careful not to let anything spill. He grumbled, “Water tastes bad.”
You sighed, “Izu, water doesn’t taste like anything. Just drink it. Please? You’ll get dehydrated. It’ll help with the hangover.”
“No! Water tastes bad..” he mumbled.
You bit your lip. “Will you do it if I give you a reward..?”
Izuku’s eyes widened in excitement, nodding enthusiastically. “Y-yeah!” He paused, “Kisses on the cheek! I’ll d-drink it if you give me kisses on the cheek!”
You visibly flushed, “Ah..” you took a deep inhale. “Fine. If that’ll make you drink it.”
He giggled, smiling. He quickly downed the water, licking his lips. “Kisses!” You sighed, “Fine..” you hesitantly crouched down a bit, getting to his level, leaning in. You pecked his cheek, stepping back. “Happy?” He frowned, “I said kisses, n-not kiss.. Y/N..”
You furrowed your eyebrows. He was stubborn. “Fine.” You leaved in again, giving him two more pecks. He flushed, giggling. “S-see? That wasn’t so hard.! I feel special now.. a p-pretty girl giving me-me kisses..”
You smiled softly, feeling a flutter in your heart. “Now to bed.” He frowned, “Whyyy? I’m not tired..” he yawned, blinking.
“Yes you are. Come on.” You helped him up, taking him to his room. “Lay down.” He grumbled, collapsing in his bed, rolling over. He paused, “Can you stay with me?” He whined.
You blushed, pausing. “I don’t think so..” he whined again, “P-pleaseee?”
You blinked, thinking it over. “Fine..” you climbed into bed with him, lying down opposite of him. He giggled, and immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “Cuddles.. with a pretty girl..” he smiled, “You’re so warm..I like that.. I want you to stay with me forever..” you blushed. That sounded like a proposal or something. He’s drunk Y/N.. don’t get your hopes up.. you thought, blushing.
You paused, “Izu? What do you think of me?” You ask hesitantly.
He paused, deep in thought. “I looove you. A lot-lot.” You stopped breathing for a second, eyes wide. Finally you spoke. “Is that so..?”
He nodded as he snuggled even more into her, smiling and nuzzling his face into her shoulder again as he spoke in a tired but absolutely honest tone, his words were a bit slurred but still clear as he spoke to her. “Yeah… I love you so much… You’re just so pretty… And sweet… And nice… And you give me cuddles like right now… I love cuddles… Especially with you….”
You paused, gulping. “You know we’re friends right?”
He nodded a bit a mumbled something in response that sounded like “I know…” though it was somewhat muffled by the fact that he was talking into her shoulder, after a moment he pulled his head back a bit so her could speak more clearly, and in a drowsy voice he spoke up again with the tiniest hint of childish sadness to it now “…Yeah… I know… I wish we weren’t just friends though…”
You felt your heart speed up at that. You cleared your throat, “You don’t mean that. You’re drunk Izu.”
He whined a bit when she pointed it out, but he quickly spoke up to try and reason with her, his voice still slightly slurred and definitely a bit pouty, but also slightly sad too, obviously the drunk version of him made him very emotional since all his walls were down.“I knowww… But I really do love you… I’ve loved you forever, since high school… It hurts me every day that you don’t love me back, but I deal with it because I’d rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all…”
You made a choked gasping noise. “Say what? Highschool?”
He blushed a bit himself when she asked for clarification, not expecting her to question this part of what he was drunkenly spilling out. “Well… You’re so pretty… And you’ve always been so nice to me… You always make me feel better when you smile at me or pat my head or give me a hug… So I fell in love with you, I didn’t even know at first though… I didn’t even realize my feelings until I noticed I was thinking about you more than I should be thinking about a friend….”
You blushed deeply, “Oh Izu…”
His drunken mind immediately interpreted her reaction of his words as her sympathizing with him and not reciprocating his feelings which made him very very sad, so he suddenly started to tear up as he spoke again in an emotional and somewhat childlike tone, he was clearly holding back tears while he spoke. “I know… It’s stupid… You don’t love me like that… you’ll never love me like that, will you?..”
You blushed. "Izu.. it's not stupid. But we'll have a proper talk tomorrow when you're in your right mind."
He sleepily nodded. “Fine.. good night Y/N..”
You sighed. Tomorrow’s talk would be very interesting.
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I tried.
Requested(?)by @lovelywritersgarden !
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ɪɴᴛᴏxɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴀ ᴘᴛ.2 ✧.*
Drunk! Izuku Midoriya x reader
Warnings: swearing and slight suggestive thoughts
part 1
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Pain. Pain. Pain. Izuku groans, holding his head as it throbs. Drinking. It’s coming back now. Y/N helping him to his house. He blinks, hearing some stirring beside him. He glances beside him, and freezes. Y/N is sleeping beside him. His face goes red. He immediately glances down at himself, oh thank god.. he thinks, I still have my clothes on. We didn’t do anything inappropriate. He pauses. What did we do though? He can’t remember.
He breathes, calming himself down. He can’t think straight because of the pain. Thank god Y/N gave him water and gave him kisses to convince him. Wait, kisses? What. The. Fuck. He feels sick. His face is flushed. Not only because of the hangover, but because he may have let his feelings for Y/N slip out. He messed up so bad. She was so understanding during his drunkenness. He mentally slaps himself. He wants to pull out his hair and scream. Stupid stupid stupid. He berates himself. You fucked up so bad. Now she’ll never wanna date y-no, no, you’re friends! FRIENDS I SAY. YOU CALLED HER PRETTY, (well she is, but you meant it in not a friend type way) What would Kachan do? He’d probably freak out and just spill his guts. But who knows. He continued to think a mile a minute, turning redder and redder.
Suddenly, his thoughts stopped, and his brain froze. “Izu? That you?” He gulped, glancing down to his side. Y/N had awoken. He nervously scratched the back of his head. “Uhhhh, no?”
Y/N blinked, sitting up and muttering to herself. “How’s the hangover?” Through all his panicking, he had completely forgotten about the pain. Now that she had reminded him, he felt it. “Fricking awful.”
Y/N nodded, rubbing her eyes. “Figured as much.”
He cleared his throat, better talk about it now than never. “So… how much do you remember about last night?” He said, blushing furiously. Y/N blushed as well, her face turning a deep shade. “Um..I’d say all of it.”
He buried his face in his hands. “I’m so sorry!” Y/N patted his back. “I know. But.. did you mean it..?”
He gulped, “I-I-I-yes! Everything! Except that part about water tasting bad!”
She cracked a smile, though it quickly disappeared once his words registered. “I..I see..”
She paused, taking a deep breath. “Izu, I really don’t know what to say.” He nodded, looking at his hands. “It’s fine. It’s my fault for ever drinking in the first place. Are we still friends?”
Y/N paused, taking a deep breath. “Honestly? When you confessed, I had never really thought of you in a romantic way. But…”
He held his breath.
“It got me thinking. I had always pushed away feelings during Highschool. Whenever I felt something fluttery in my stomach I blocked it out. Didn’t dwell on it. And, well, now that I remember, you were the one who usually gave me the fluttery feeling.” He blushed, gripping the bedsheets. “R-really?!”
Y/N nodded. “Really.” Izuku deeply inhaled. “So.. now what? You basically just confessed you like me to, so..”
Y/N bit her lip. “I honestly don’t know.”
Izuku paused, then gathered his courage. He took Y/N’s hand in his, blushing deeply not looking at her. “Y/N, can you please consider going out with me? I really really like you. And I want to be more than friends.”
Y/N blushed deeply, the red hue covering her cheeks. “I..yes, Izu.” He mentally pumped his fist into the air. “R-really? Yes! I mean, that’s cool. That’s cool.” Y/N giggled, and he practically melted. He had done it. He had actually managed to get the girl. He would rub that in Kachan’s face. Denki and Uraraka were gonna be so proud of him. Oh wait, he was supposed to be feeling the effect of the hangover. Oh, there it is. Oh shit he’s gotta vomit. WHY NOW??!
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Soooo, was it good? I tried. If anyone wants me to write another one shot for MHA, I’d be happy to :))
(I only do x readers cause I have no imagination.)
I gotta figure out how people organize their oneshots so pretty-
this poem is so bkdk im crying
Warnings: Rough sex, rude and horny interns, Izuku’s praise kink.
Credits to @cafekitsune for the divider!
I’ve been thinking about this for a while and it’s been plaguing my mind ever since.
Just imagine:
After a long day at the agency, Izuku just wants to go home and unwind with you. Cuddling as you both lay on the couch, scarred arms wrapped around you as you lay on his chest watching some cheesy rom-com that you’ve seen over a thousand times.
Just as he was about to leave his office to go find you, he heard a few of the younger interns walking down the hallway talking rather loudly.
“She’s a total package. She’s smart, hot, and has a nice rack.”
“And that ass? Who wouldn’t want to grab at it?”
“Not to mention her hero suit, it’s like she’s asking to be fucked.”
“I’d hit that.”
And that’s when he knew. They were talking about you. To be fair, your hero suit did show a little too much skin. More than what Izuku would’ve liked but he understands why. You wanted to look confident in what you wore, not to mention your quirk required having some skin shown.
But the anger and jealousy he felt wasn’t soothed by that. They talked about you as if you were an object to their sick horny fantasy, a piece of cunt to use to get off to. You were his, his fiancée.
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“F-fu..ck! Izu!”
You moaned out, face smooshed against the pillow as you felt the thick girth of his cock pounding into your already abused pussy from behind, his tip hitting your cervix relentlessly.
“That’s it baby,” he groaned out, his large hand smacking the already red flesh of your bottom that pulled a yelp from you. “Such a good girl for me.”
His body was on top of yours, one arm wrapped around your middle while the other played with your clit. His lips placing gentle kisses against your neck while the touch of the calloused pads of his fingers circled ‘round your needy bud.
“That’s it princess..doing so well for me. No one can fuck this pussy better than I can, right?”
All you could do was give a nod as an answer, your whines and moans being the only sounds you could make at the moment as he fucked you.
You secretly loved seeing him like this, seeing how the large green haired man could easily turn from the softy he is to a beast in the sheets.
Pro hero Shouto : *showing off an empty pedestal.*
Pro hero Shouto : And this is where My husband would keep his self preservation instincts.
Pro hero Shouto : *clenches fist* If he had any!
*Distant offended Pro Hero Deku noises*
Pro hero Deku is in the hospital. The sidekick who was with him on the fight was mostly reduced to the sidelines and feels very very guilty so they go to check up on him.
When they get therr they peek into the room and see someone with him.
Imagine this newbie's surprise when they see a Wholeass hobo looking man, clutching at a sleeping bag giving the No. 1 hero the dressing down of his life.
The most surprising part is Deku is just taking it? Looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar?
From behind them they hear Pro hero Shouto, "Oh you're here to see him?" And then looks into the room and sighs, relieved, "oh good Dad's already here."
And the poor sidekick's internally going "??????? That's not endeavor though?"
Worship Me Like I Worship You | Bakugo Katsuki & Reader
Summary ~ You love Katsuki. You worship him like the God he is. You would do anything for him. So what is this switch that flipped in your mind when you finally have him?
Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!Psycho!Reader, yandere themes, characters are in their 20's, stalking, roofying, dubcon/noncon but sex doesnt happen, Idk what else to tag.. psycho-shit, I guess lol
Note ~ Hey y'all.. I really have no explanation for this one.. I wanted to try my hand at writing twisted/psycho stuff and this is what I churned out. Now, it is based off of a couple of songs (All Around Me by Flyleaf and God Complex by Violent Vira) so just like Nicotine, I'm sorry if it's cringe. Welp, buckle in Lovelies because Reader really said "Marbles? What marbles??"
The day you got hired on as a secretary for Dynamight’s hero agency was the single greatest day of your life. You had been following the progress of Dynamight’s career since he started to get famous back in high school. Ever since you were thirteen years old and had first seen him on your TV during the UA Sports Festival his first year, you had known that he was the one.
Every video, news article, and picture uploaded online of Dynamight, aka Katsuki Bakugo, was automatically saved to your phone or computer so that you could look at him anytime you wanted. His loud and brash personality, explosive Quirk, and frequent encounters with villains made sure to keep him within the media’s sights and it really felt like he was all around you.
“Every time I see his face.. it’s like he’s thickening the air I’m breathing but in the best way possible. Like I’m burning and not used to seeing him, not used to seeing a God. Something about him makes me feel like I’m alive.” You dazedly tried explaining to a friend one day when they had noticed your obsession taking off not long after Katsuki’s hero debut.
Of course, your friend had no idea what you were going on about and had looked at you with such concern and.. fear. You couldn’t understand how your friend didn’t see the white light that shone behind Katsuki, illuminating the sacred being so brightly that you cry sometimes. How, in your dreams, Katuski takes your outstretched hand and promises to never leave you as you shout your beliefs in him, tell him that you worship him, and make sure he knows that he owns your heart and soul.
Now, years later, you no longer speak to that friend or any of your old friends. You don’t speak to anybody, really, but you don’t care. All you need is Katsuki and now, working at his agency, you’re going to have him.
Your Quirk, when it manifested, was registered as a weak and non-threatening anesthetic gaseous-type Quirk. When activated, your Quirk came out of your mouth upon an exhale as a colorless and odorless gas that you could control the potency of if you were to train it. The only tell that your Quirk had when it was activated was your body feeling physically colder to the touch. And, luckily enough for you, you are immune to the effects of your anesthetics with the exception of hypothermia from overuse.
Weak and non-threatening; that’s what your Quirk had been.. when you were a little kid. But you’ve trained with it in secret over the years, your test subjects being any animals you could get close enough to and unsuspecting people. You have worked hard to master the levels of potency depending on the subject, the proximity you would need to be to a subject, and keeping yourself warm so as to keep from developing hypothermia when pushing the limits of your Quirk.
You spent years putting together your plan and perfecting every single detail. The final piece of your puzzled plan falling into place when you discreetly snagged the Quirk canceling cuffs from an overly flirtatious officer that was chatting you up one day at the agency. You had blown a puff of weakly potented gas their way and the fucker had spent the next 20 minutes in a dazed high too busy poorly flirting with you to realize that you had made any move to touch them at all.
Currently, it’s a little after ten at night and Katsuki has just walked into the agency to finish up his shift then change out of his hero costume. You’re sitting in your car that’s parked not far from his in the lot and getting into character. You have about twenty five to thirty minutes until Katsuki walks out of the building and to his car, the perfect amount of time.
Your forehead is resting against the top of your steering wheel, your hands clutching the sides tightly with white knuckles, and loud sobs leave your mouth. A knocking on your window startles you and your head jerks up to see who it could possibly be at this late hour. There is a watery and truly pitiful look on your face when your eyes connect with sharp crimson ones.
You reach a shaky hand out to the door handle and open it slowly so Katsuki has time to move back to allow you to open the door fully. Your car’s interior lights don’t kick on, in fact none of your car’s lights come on, when you open the door and you let out a pathetic whimper.
“What are you still doing here?” Katsuki asks, his gruff tone holding slight irritation and discomfort.
Mentally you melt over the sound of that rough voice speaking words to you. You let the sound play on loop in your mind as you answer him in the most ‘helpless-damsel-in-distress’ voice you can manage.
“I-I’m s-so s-sorry, Dynamight, S-Sir.. M-my car w-won’t s-start.. I-I’m not s-sure wh-what’s wrong with i-it..” You stutter out between sobs.
“You didn’t think to call a friend to come get ya? Or maybe a tow truck?” Katsuki questions exasperatedly and you let out a couple more sobs.
“I-I h-haven’t m-made any fr-friends, y-yet.. I-I’m s-still new a-around h-here.. Pl-plus m-my ph-phone i-is d-dead..” You cry and stutter out then put your face into your hands.
Katsuki lets out a heavy and annoyed sigh, “Okay, okay, just calm down. Fuck, alright, let me take a look. I know some shit about cars.”
Your head snaps up and you look at him with max amounts of pathetic relief, “R-really?! Th-thank y-you so much, Dynamight!”
Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, and just call me Bakugo. I’m not in my damn hero gear right now. And pop the hood.”
“S-sorry, Bakugo..” You quietly apologize, then attempt to look for the lever to pop the hood. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the emotions of Katsuki’s short fuse flicker across his face before he schools his features and takes a deep breath.
“Move. I’ll do it.” He says curtly and you move out of the way for him.
“Thank you so much, Katsuki.” You say, your voice sultry and free of the shaky patheticness it’s held the whole time.
“The fuck did you just s-” He tries to angrily question but you’ve already blown a cloud of gas his direction and the effects are almost immediate. His face changes to surprise as his body gives out and falls back into your driver’s seat, then within seconds his eyes close and his breaths deepen.
You act quickly, pulling the Quirk canceling cuffs from behind your back and securing them around his wrists. You hum a happy tune to yourself as you move his unconscious body to the back seat with minimal struggle. Luckily, you have been hardcore working out in preparation for this part of the plan. You just knew that like any other God out there, Katsuki was built and densely packed full of muscle.
Once you have him situated in the backseat, you pop open the hood, reconnect your battery, then slide into the driver’s seat and start the car. ‘I know some shit about cars too, my lovely Katsuki!’ You think with a giggle as you leave the parking lot.
You drive for a few hours, occasionally blowing mentally measured doses of anesthetic gas into the backseat to keep Katsuki asleep. Finally, you drive carefully down a dirt road that leads to an old family farmhouse that you have fond memories of. The better of those memories being the most recent ones where you came out here to prepare the house so that it may be fitting of a God such as Katsuki. Though as you half drag, half carry his unconscious body into said house, something in you begins to feel.. ungratified.
You bring Katsuki to the guest room on the first story of the house and get him onto the bed. As an extra precaution, you blow a bit more gas into his face before going back out to the car to get your bags. Quickly getting back into the house and locking the front door behind you, you bring all of your stuff to the guest room and get to work.
In hindsight, it may have been a bit excessive buying chains to keep Katsuki in place.. but what if the cuffs failed at some point, huh? If you used rope then he would be able to blast right through them. At least chains would give him more of a challenge, and if there is anything that you know for sure about Katsuki, it’s that he loves a challenge.
So you get to work chaining each of his ankles to the bed posts at the foot of the bed. Then you disconnect the chain between the wrist cuffs and attach chains to each of his wrists that connect to the headboard. You stand back to look over your work, to take in his peaceful sleeping features, and realize that maybe you should have changed him before chaining him up.. Oh well, too late now, hopefully his jeans are comfy. All that’s left to do is wait for Katsuki to wake up.
It takes a total of three and a half hours for Katuski to finally stir and begin to wake from his forced slumber. Grumbles of slurred curses fall from his mouth and his eyes flutter open as he brings a hand up to his head. You watch this whole waking process from a chair in the corner of the room, some thoughts that have accumulated over the last few hours weighing heavy in your mind.
“Where the fuck am I? The fuck’s going on?” Katsuki angrily asks, the slur of his words starting to wear off.
“You are in the presence of your biggest worshiper, Katsuki.” You answer calmly, your legs crossed and hands clasped in your lap.
“Jesus fucking christ! I’m gonna kill you, you psychotic bitch!!” Katsuki shouts and aims a hand at you in an attempt to send a blast your way while he also tries to launch himself off the bed.
When neither action is successful he stares down at himself in horror while you just let out a semi-tired sigh. He looks back up to you as horror, shock, rage, and whatever else may be bubbling under his skin fights over who gets to contort his face.
“Maybe I was your biggest worshiper.. I’ve been having some interesting thoughts and feelings since we got here.” You ponder out loud as you pick at the threads of your pants.
“You’re fucking crazy!! What the fuck have you done to my Quirk?! Do you know how fucking screwed you’re about to be when people find out you’ve.. Find out about what you’ve done?! Ever heard of fucking Tar-”
“Enough, Katsuki.” You say sharply while holding a hand up. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Why you became a hero? So you could be praised? Loved? Worshiped like the God you are? I mean, your full hero name is Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.” You say, a now dark and twisting devotion gleaming in your eyes and a small smile on your lips.
“You have always been a God to me, Katsuki. Someone I have always found worthy of my love and devotion and worship. But finally having you here with me, something has changed..” You look down from Katsuki to stare intensely at a spot on the floor.
“You mean you finally lost your last fucking marble?!” Katsuki snarls out as he looks at the chains on his limbs.
“You can’t lose something you never truly had, my lovely Katsuki.. No no, it’s these feelings inside of me. They’re not so much conflicting as they are two sides of the same coin..” You try to explain but Katsuki is having none of it.
“You’re not making a lick of fucking sense to me, psycho bitch! Now, let me the fuck out!!” He shouts but you wave him off which aids in pissing him off more.
“My old feelings.. I’ve spent all of these years screaming to you that I wanna be your true love, the only one for you.. That I could be just who you need.. But now.. These new feelings.. I want to be the God now.” You say, your voice distant as pieces inside of you click.
You stand from your chair and Katsuki’s body tenses as he glares harshly at you and snarls. You step towards him with the body language and face of a mother who is trying to sweetly calm their child. Right as Katsuki brings his hands up, making to punch at you, you blow an invisible cloud of low dose anesthetic gas towards him.
You watch as his body relaxes and his glare softens to something more neutral-dopey. You send him just a little bit more, just to ensure your own safety, and wait for it to take effect before you climb onto the bed. You straddle his lap, your arms looping over his shoulders, and look into his clouded and dazed crimson eyes.
“Won’t you just plead for me now, Katsuki?”
“Y-yess..”
“You make me your God, Katsuki, and I’ll tear down the sky for you.”
“Y-Youu w-willl?”
“Mhmm, I’ll do it all for you for life, my love. We are meant to be, Katsuki Bakugo.”
“W-wee a-re m-eant t-to be..”
“Darling, please worship me..” You breathe against his neck, then start to kiss along it slowly.
The bottom of his jaw is as far as your lips get before something is suddenly coiling around your body and yanking you away from Katsuki. You shove down the urge to scream in favor of pulling in air so that you can exhale a large cloud of anesthetic gas but something wraps around your nose and mouth before you get the chance.
Your eyes dart to the doorway and connect with the glowing green eyes of Pro Hero Deku. Tears involuntarily begin to pour from your eyes and you’re not sure if it’s the fear, heartbreak, or lack of oxygen that’s getting to you. Your cries are muffled as Deku brings you closer to himself via the tendrils of his Blackwhip. He turns your body away from him while he slaps Quirk canceling cuffs on your wrists but you can feel his livid and burning gaze melting through your skull the whole time.
“Z-Zuku? Y-you’re here?” Katsuki questions dazedly from the bed.
It’s then that you see the ring on Katsuki’s left ring finger. It’s glowing a slowly pulsing red color and you scream at yourself for not checking him for tracking devices.
“Yes, Kacchan, I’m here. It’s okay now, Kacchan, you’re safe.” Deku says as he moves over to the bed to free Katsuki, all while Blackwhip squeezes tightly around you.
“Th-thanks, Zuku. Love you.” Katsuki murmurs to Deku but you could still hear him.
“I love you too, Kacchan, let’s go home.” Deku says as he breaks the final chain and picks up Katsuki.
“If there is any God that Kacchan worships it’s me, you psychotic bitch.” Deku darkly informs you as Blackwhip squeezes you even tighter and he drags you out of the house.
Note ~ Sooo.. did you like the little sprinkle of BKDK at the end there? Cute, right? *insert nervous laughter* Anywho, I hope that this fic does better here than it did on my AO3, Nicotine certainly has, so I have some hope. Stay tuned, My Lovelies, I think I'll start posting my newest fic soon! Oh and.. Happy Valentines Day, Lovelies, much loves to you all! <3
The dekuverse series is still going! Go check it out!
Also have me being a simp lol.
