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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, wrong number, phone sex, drinking, Daddy Kink

Me: Hey asshole! Leave my friend the fuck alone already!

Me: Don’t ignore me!

Me: Fuck you! Piece of shit mother fucker!

Me: Next time I see your ugly ass purple mug I’m going to fucking kill you!

Unknown: Sorry dude, think you got the wrong number.

Katsuki stares down at his phone, trying to ignore how his already warm face is getting warmer by looking at the picture he was just texted.

The dude in it is very much not the shitstain that’s been stalking Mina for a few weeks now.

For one, the guy was huge, muscles stacked on muscles under tanned skin. God Katsuki wanted to lick those abs.

Wait. Nope. He’d had far too much to drink if that was his first thoughts after seeing the atrocious mane of bed messy red hair.

He must have woken the guy up with the text cause his ruby eyes were slightly droopy but somehow it made him sexier. Damn Katsuki just wanted to-

No! Stop that!

Me: Shit.

Unknown: Yeah dude. Sorry about your friend though.

Unknown: Hit me up when you kick his ass, I’ll hold him down for you.

Katsuki lets out a wheeze and doesn’t notice his thumb touch the voice-to-text button on his phone’s keyboard.

Me: I’d let you hold me down Daddy

His phone lights up with a phone call and Katsuki nearly throws his phone across his living room.

Shit. Fuck. Shitting fucking shit!

His hand is shaking as he accepts the call and puts it on speaker.

“Damn baby, you sure you aren’t the stalker?”

Katsuki is truly abso-fucking-lutely fucked.

The guy’s voice is rich and low, right on the edge of a sleepy growl that sends a shiver down the blond’s spine and his blood straight to his dick.

“Shut up! I just got the number wrong asshole!” He defaults to insults since his brain is running on crisis mode and has to bite his tongue to keep in the moan when he hears the guy chuckle on the other end.

“Baby boy,” Katsuki can’t stop the sound that time, “I believe you. Don’t worry. It’s manly to take care of your friends. Wish I knew what you looked like…since you know what your Daddy looks like after all.”

Holy Hell in a handbasket.

Katsuki’s hand is pressed firmly against the bulge in his sweats and he can already feel the wet spot in his boxers. He has never gotten this turned on this fast before in his life!

“Well Baby Boy. Gonna show off for me?”

“Give me a minute, asshole!”

The chuckle is back as he holds up his phone for a selfie. The camera turns on and Katsuki tries his best not to grumble at his post drinking appearance. His hair is it’s normal poof of ash blond, crimson eyes a little blood shot and glassy, cheeks bright red from the alcohol and flirting and lips pulled as best he can into a scowl. And one last touch he holds his other hand up to flip him off.

He sends the picture.

A whistle breaks the silence and Katsuki feels his cheeks get even hotter somehow.

“Fuck what I wouldn’t give to have those cock sucking lips around me.”

He lets out a full on whine.

“Oh you’d get on your knees for me? Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?”

He didn’t know when his hand had wrapped around his cock but now he couldn’t stop.

“Ye-yeah…”

The chuckle was back, “Wrecked already Baby Boy? Don’t you wanna know what else I’d do to you?”

“Please.” Katsuki never begged, but here he was. Stroking his cock like a madman as some hot as fuck random asshole was telling him filthy things and begging like a whore.

“I’d worship you Baby Boy. Lay you down and kiss every inch of your skin, maybe even give you a few bites to bruise up that pretty pale skin.”

Whines and moans were falling free from his throat now.

“Yeah, you like that. I can tell, you’d fall apart as soon as my teeth sink into your neck. They’re sharp, my teeth. Filed. They’d leave such pretty marks on such a pretty boy.”

“Fuck.” His hand sped up.

“After I got you all squirmy just from my teeth, I’d pay attention to that pretty cock between your legs. I can hear you getting off. Keep going.”

He couldn’t stop if he tried.

“That’s it. Make yourself cum for me. Think about my tongue dragging up your cock, it’s my hand instead of yours.”

“Pl-please fuck I- fuck-”

“Keep going, don’t stop. Cum for me Baby Boy. Cum for Daddy.”

Katsuki’s back arched, his voice cracked on a moan and his cock erupted over his fingers.

“Good boy. That was hot. Hit me up if you wanna do it again baby.”

Click.

Katsuki stared at the end call screen then chucked his phone.

Fuck.

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, size difference, implied subtop Kiri

“Uh, Katsuki…?” Eijirou’s eyes kept flicking between the back of his best friend’s blond head and the slightly sweaty hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Shut up.” The blond growled over his shoulder and just kept dragging him down the back hallway of the bar they were currently at.

“But our friends-”

“Shut up!” Katsuki whipped around and with both hands shoved the red head against the wall.

Now, at some point during their last year in Eijirou had a major growth spurt and he was suddenly the second tallest hero in their class.

And Katsuki…he grew…just not as much as some of the others. It worked great for his fighting style, very streamlined.

The top of his head barely reached Eijirou’s shoulders.

So Eijirou had to do a double take when Katsuki jumped into the air, caught himself with both feet braced wide on the wall either side of his torso, his back against the other wall and one hand slammed next to spiky red hair.

Eijirou blinked and looked up at the blond.

Katsuki smirked and leaned as far forward as he could still bracing himself in the air, “Fuck those extras. Especially the ones fawning all over you. You’re mine, got it?”

“Uh…”

“And you’re going to take me home and I’m going to ride you until you can’t think of anyone but me.”

“Um…”

“Well Shitty Hair?”

“Yes please?”

“Good boy.”

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, oral sex, outdoor sex, fireworks

BOOM

Eijirou’s moans mixed with the sounds of explosions in the sky.

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Light sparkled and sizzled around them. The night air was warm and humid, filled with the booms of the fireworks and the ‘ooo’s and ‘ahh’s of the crowd they were hiding from.

“Oi. Pay attention.” Eijirou tore his eyes away from the colors exploding around them and looked to his boyfriend on his knees.

Katsuki smirked up at him, one hand holding the base of Eijirou’s dick while he mouthed at the dripping head.

Their eyes locked as the blond took him into his mouth again and sucked /hard/.

“Fuck!” Spiky red hair did nothing to cushion his head as he thunked against the tree trunk behind him.

BOOM BOOM

Katsuki didn’t let up, taking more into his mouth, slobbering and gagging over the length and stroking what he couldn’t reach. It was sloppy and loud and so hot.

“Fuck- I can’t- Ka- plea-!” Eijirou couldn’t get the words out without falling apart into loud moans and whines. His eyes were watering, hips twitching in the tight grip of the man drooling over his cock.

BOOM BOOM BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM

Ruby eyes rolled back as the head of his cock breached the blond’s tight throat and that was it. He nearly sobbed as he came, thighs shaking and claws gouging into the bark behind him.

Katsuki gulped down every drop, even sucking on the softening cock until the pained whines made him pull off.

“Better hope the fireworks were loud enough to cover you up big boy.” He smirked again with a smug expression even as his voice cracked.

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, car sex, running late

“Don’t.” Katsuki’s hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as a large hand caressed his thigh.

“What babe?” 

“You want us to drive off the road? We’re already late as it is ‘cause of your stupid hair.”

Eijirou scoffed and dragged his hand higher up the blond’s thigh, “You’re such an excellent driver though.”

Crimson eyes shot him a quick glare before looking back to the road.

“Don’t.” He said again, shifting in his seat and trying to dislodge the hand now moving up his hip to pluck at the button on his jeans.

“Babe, just wanna give you a little treat.”

It was awkward, the angle of his wrist and the tight confines Katsuki’s pants but he managed to wrap his fingers around the quickly hardening length.

“Ei.”

Eijirou smirked at the hitch in his boyfriend’s breath and the rev of the engine. He squeezed the cock in his hand, stroking as much as he could and swiping his thumb over the tip.

“Ei, please-”

The car jerked, seat belts locking on their chests as Katsuki veered off to the side of the road.

The red head barely had time to react as the blond shifted into park and dragged him down by the hair.

“Finish what you started and you better come up with a good reason why we’re late.”

Eijirou looked up at him and kissed the pink tip with a smile.

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, omegaverse, omega!Kiri, alpha!Baku, knotting, fever

Hot.

Everything was hot.

The air was muggy with the scent of heat. Charred, smokey pine and cinnamon swirled around them. Coated their tongues and choked their throats.

Sweat covered their skin, matting blond and red hair, dripping over muscles and soaking the mix of sheets and clothing around them.

They spoke no words–couldn’t if they tried. Just grunted, moaned and panted, breathing in and out even more hot air to mix with their overpowering scents.

Their sounds mixed with the creak of the mattress, the squeaking of springs and groans of the frame.

But loudest of all was the slapping of sweat and slick soaked skin against skin. The constant sound of sex, of two people being as close together as they could get. Forcing their bodies to chase pleasure, to chase after release and relief.

To feel themselves locked together with the growth of a knot and the tightening of a hole.

Gaining a moment of reprieve from the fever coursing through their bodies.

It was only a short reprieve however, for soon the knot would go down and slick mixed with cum would flow.

Eijirou would turn and whine in his nest, the prickling of his skin cresting like a wave once again and Katsuki would take care of him. He always did.

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, dry humping, praise kink, dirty talk, implied sub Kiri, trapped together

“Fuck! Kats stop moving I-”

“My leg is cramping! I have to move it dumbass!”

Eijirou groaned and dropped his chin to his chest, eyes closed tight.

Stupid quirk. Why the hell does a person with a box creation quirk get into villainy? Makes no sense.

But now they were trapped in a box that definitely did not fit them.

Katsuki was on his back, boots pressed to the ceiling of the box, nearly bent in half with the backs of his knees pressed into Eijirou’s gear pauldrons. Eijirou was on his hands and knees, pressed tight in the box and trying his best to lift his hips as high as they could without straining his muscles too much.

But he could feel his thighs starting to shake from being so tense.

“Just relax Ei. We’re not getting out of here anytime soon. No point in hurting yourself.” Katsuki sighed and dropped his arms to lay by Eijirou’s hands next to his head.

“I’m good.” His voice was strained as he concentrated.

“Ei. Seriously. It’s fine. It’s not like you got a boner or anything.”

The red head grunted and scrunched his eyes tighter.

“Oh shit.”

Eijirou’s eyes flew open and saw Katsuki’s crimson ones locked down toward their hips.

“No! No I don’- hng!” His voice cut off as the blond lifted his hips and brushed his ass against the tent in the front of his pants.

“I knew you were big but didn’t think you were packing a monster down there.” Katsuki smirked up at him, dropping his hips just enough to roll them back up.

“Stop! Kats I can’t-”

“Relax, be a good boy for me.” A whine tore out of Eijirou’s throat as his thighs gave out and his hips dropped into the blond’s.

“Fuuuuck yes, that’s it.” Katsuki started rolling his hips, forcing the larger man’s cock to rut against his ass and taint, “That’s it big boy. Keep going.”

The praises dripped over his brain like a warm blanket, he couldn’t do anything but listen. He didn’t want to do anything but listen.

“Good….good boy….Imma good boy…” The words were whimpered into the blond’s shoulder as his hips kept moving, rolling and thrusting like he was fucking into the man below him.

“Yes you are. My good boy. Do anything I’d tell you to, wouldn’t you?” Katsuki’s spoke right into his ear, “Would fuck me into the mattress until I said stop, would sit pretty and warm my cock while I cooked, would bend over any surface so I could ruin you. Right? You’d do that for me.”

“Yes, for you, only you. Good boy. Good boy.”

“Cum for me, good boy.”

~The End

Chapter Text

CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, dubcon, dirty talk, rimming, bondage, Magic Wand

Katsuki had a pretty decent sex life.

Okay, he thought it was decent but if anything his friends talked about were true, his sex life was mediocre at best.

He didn’t know why he was thinking about this, maybe because he was jerking it just to jerk it, lonely in his empty apartment. It was just a thing to do when he was bored and antsy.

And right when he was about to finish-

POOF!

The blond fell off his bed with a yelp as red sparkly smoke filled up his bedroom.

“Hi Katsuki! I’m Eijirou, your Fairy Fuck Father!” A voice rang out through the smoke.

What the fuck…

Katsuki slowly sat up, peeking over the edge of his bed as the smoke cleared.

Standing in the middle of his bedroom was a man.

A very large man.

A very large, tanned, buff man.

With red monarch butterfly wings.

And only a tattered red cloth skirt as clothing.

The guy planted his hands on his hips, one holding a red glowing stick, and looked around, “Katsuki? Where’d you go?”

Katsuki was dead. Had to be.

“There you are!”

He tried to duck back behind his bed but with a wave of the stick in the man’s hand Katsuki was lifted in the air and landed back on his bed with a plop.

Yup. Dead. He had a heart attack while he was jerking it and died. Totally what happened.

“Now, like I was saying. My name is Eijirou and I’m your Fairy Fuck Father. I’ve been sent to you because you haven’t experienced truly great sex.” Eijirou was smiling, showing off rows of sharp looking teeth and his eyes held a glint of mischief.

“The fuck…”

“Exactly! We’re about to have the best sex of your life!”

There was another wave of the wand with a small puff of smoke, a pair of glasses appeared perched on Eijirou's nose and a clipboard landed in his open hand.

He tucked his wand under his arm and leafed through the papers on the clipboard, “Now, it says here you have always topped in your same sex relationships. Why?’

Katsuki blinked, mouth hanging open slightly.

The fairy looked over his glasses and raised an eyebrow, “Well?”

“I don't- fuck it I'm dead who cares. I got fingered once and it didn't feel good.”

“Hm.” More papers flipped, “Interesting. Uh huh. I see, I see.”

The blond sat awkwardly, still naked on his bed, hard on long since flagged while the fairy hummed and hawed over his papers.

“Well. Seems like you were meant to be a bottom bitch!” Eijirou finally said, clipboard and glasses disappearing in yet another puff of smoke.

“What!?”

There was another wave of the wand and suddenly Katsuki was on his knees, arms held behind his back with a strong hold forcing his face to press into a pillow. His grunts and struggles were muffled into the fluffy material as he tried to free himself from the hold.

“Just relax Katsuki, let me teach you exactly how you're supposed to feel.” Two big hands cupped his ass and squeezed.

He absolutely did not squeak. Nope. Didn’t happen.

The blond was frozen as those hands continued to grope and squeeze at his ass.

“So plush. Look at that back arch. Meant to be on your knees like this.” Eijirou’s voice lacked the bright lilt he spoke with before and now had a darker tone–commanding and rough.

“Sh-shut up!”

A deep chuckle bounced around the room as thick fingers pulled apart his cheeks to expose his hole.

“Such a pretty hole. Barely been touched. We’ll fix that now.”

Then Katsuki felt something warm and wet lick across his skin from taint all the way up to his back.

His thoughts came to a screeching halt, body locked into place and eyes wide and unseeing.

Why did that lick feel good?

The tongue continued traveling across his skin before focusing on his hole. His skin was drenched in spit, tight muscle quickly becoming soft and pliable to allow that tongue to slip inside.

The blond’s brain was slowly rebooting as pleasure he had never experienced before sparked through his body. His struggle against the hold was forgotten as the wet muscle wiggled past his rim and licked at his soft insides.

Small moans started falling from his lips, eyes slipping shut and the instinct to chase this new pleasure taking over his motions. His hips pressed back against the hold, trying to force the tongue deeper inside but it only caused it to pull away.

The whine he let out was sharp in his ears.

“No need to whine, you’re about to feel something better.” A hand squeezed his cheek again before something slick and firm pressed against his rim, “Deep breath and relax.”

Katsuki’s breath left his body in a whoosh as what he could only assume was a finger slowly slipped inside. It felt thick and warm as it stretched him out but it didn’t hurt.

“That’s it, just relax and enjoy.”

There was no awkward pulling of skin or tension as the finger slid back out then in. Just a smooth, slick glide of the digit in and out. After a few strokes it twisted and pressed into the tight walls.

Then another finger pushed its way in. Blond brows pinched together at the stretch, hips squirming and twitching. He couldn’t help trying to pull away and chase the touch at the same time.

Two fingers became three, thrusting so slow, spreading and stretching and pulling pleasure from places unknown.

Katsuki’s soft moans started growing louder–more desperate, more hungry. His cock was hard again, jumping against his stomach but left untouched.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Nice and stretched, open and wet. You’re taking my fingers so well.”

The words felt like a warm blanket over his soul. It did feel good. So so good.

“That’s it, that’s it. Let go.”

Then those fingers pressed against something that sent a jolt up Katsuki’s spine. His voice hitched as he choked on a moan, eyes flying open to try and look over his shoulder.

Eijirou’s smile was just shy of a smirk as their eyes met, “Let go.”

Crimson eyes rolled as that spot inside was attacked. Overwhelming pleasure flooded his system.

He had never felt anything like this. It was too much, it wasn’t enough. He needed it to stop, he needed more. Too much too much more more please can’t please need-

Katsuki didn’t know he had started babbling out loud between whines and moans.

“Let go.”

And he did.

Mouth hung open, breath stalled in his chest as his cock erupted onto his stomach and the sheets below.

When he woke up, after not even remembering passing out, he was dressed and cleaned up and Eijirou was gone. The only thing left of the fairy was a red present sitting on the end of his bed with a note attached.

‘Katsuki, good luck on your new sexual adventures! Here’s a little kit to get you started, enjoy ;), Your Fairy Fuck Father Eijirou’

Katsuki didn’t want to know what was in the box.

~The End

Chapter Text

CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, food kink, cum eating

There was a discussion after the camping trip.

Apparently, now, Eijirou has a kink for fucking food and eating cum and Katsuki has a kink of feeding his cum to his boyfriend.

And for some reason, it’s always breakfast.

Katsuki’s cooking, western style like they do while camping. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes and other assorted pastries.

He’s always been efficient in the kitchen, like a well oiled machine. It’s almost self soothing in a way–breaking down ingredients to make something new.

Eijirou loves watching him. Loves seeing the tension drop from broad shoulders, the precise movement of knives and utensils, the sharp but relaxed gaze on his eyes and brow.

The plates are piled high with food. The table is set.

There’s one separate plate with a toasted bagel covered in a thick coating of cream cheese. Eijirou’s favorite.

Katsuki turned off the stove, placed the pans and dirty dishes into the sink and turned to the table.

His boyfriend was sitting there. Eyes locked on the one plate. Waiting.

They didn’t speak as the blond pushed down his sweats and pulled his swelling cock above the elastic. He held his hand out.

Eijirou opened his mouth, ruby eyes flicking up to meet crimson, and drooled over the callused palm and fingers under his chin.

Lips twitched into a smirk as he wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking. Hard, fast strokes that were meant to bring to the edge. It wasn’t truly about the pleasure in the moment, the real pleasure was for after.

For when cum lashed over the plate like a chef decorating a plate with sauce.

Even as his chest heaved with effort and eyes watered, Katsuki didn’t stop looking, didn’t stop staring as bite after bite of bagel, cream cheese and warm, salty cum disappeared behind sharp teeth.

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, blood, injuries, descriptions of fighting, descriptions of sexual acts, blood licking, pain play, anonyous sex, underground fighting

There wasn’t a locker room, just an old back office tucked into the corner of the warehouse stuffed with a few fold out chairs and a table for the fighters to keep their stuff.

Eijirou’s bag didn’t have a lot in it. Pair of spare clothes, some bandages and antiseptic, water bottle. Just enough to get him through the night.

Lately though, it included condoms and lube. All because of one fan.

He still didn’t know the blond’s name. But he knew he got off on violence.

When Eijirou broke an opponent's nose, the blond dropped to his knees and choked on his cock.

When he knocked someone unconscious, the blond rode him until his legs gave out.

When there was blood on his skin, the blond forced Eijirou over the table and fucked him hard and deep.

Tonight was different though.

Tonight was a cage match. Five fighters, one winner. And Eijirou won.

He gained a few broken fingers, a split lip, and bruised ribs but he won.

The door to the office creaked open then shut again with a click.

Eijirou rolled his head to look and see the blond. The crimson in his eyes was just a ring around a wide pupil, his chest rising with his rapid breathing as he took in Eijirou.

“Fuck yes.” The blond growled and stalked across the room to drop heavily into Eijirou’s lap, the chair groaning with the extra weight.

The blond’s hands cupped Eijirou’s cheeks, turning his head this way and that so he could take in the red skin and newly forming bruises. His thumb rubbed against his lip and pressed into the split enough to draw more blood from the wound and make him flinch.

His grip tightened on Eijirou’s cheeks as he tilted his head back and licked up the drying blood from his chin and lips.

The blond looked almost manic as he licked his own lips with Eijirou’s blood on his tongue, “I want you to ruin me tonight Red.”

He may be tired, but Eijirou was always ready for a round two.

~The End 

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, biting, threats of violence, knife play, gun play, frottage

Katsuki rolled his hips against his husbands with fervor. Keep him focused on the pleasure, keep him distracted. His fingers tangled into red hair and jerked his head back to bite at his throat.

Eijirou loved getting bit.

“Fuck.” His husky, lust filled voice growled in his ear as fingers tightened their grip on the blond’s hips.

That’s it. Just careful movements now.

A hand slid down tanned, sweaty skin. Nails creating red lines in their wake down, down, down. Over the shoulder, down the arm, around the back.

He forced a slip and landed on the pillow. Perfect.

“Katsuki, more.” Eijirou dragged him as close as he could, looping an arm around his waist and the other hand slipping down the back of his boxers.

He dug his teeth into the corded muscle between them hard enough to bruise then pulled off with a pop.

“Be patient baby.” He teased his husband with a nip to his ear while his hand slipped under the pillow.

Eijirou whined. Good, keep him wanting, keep his focus.

His fingers brushed the gun he had hid under the pillow, masked the click of the safety with a moan then moved.

The barrel of the gun pressed under the cut jaw of his husband. A knife pressed to his own throat.

Both stopped moving.

Eijirou’s hair was still in his grip, forcing his head back to make room for the gun. His own waist was still held tight but Eijirou’s other arm was up over his shoulder, the back of his neck tucked into the elbow and a knife held backwards just resting at his bobbing adam’s apple.

“Well well well, this is interesting.” Eijirou smirked, eyes half lidded as he looked down his nose.

“It is.”

“In the middle of sex? How rude ‘Katsuki’.” He said the name with a pump of his eyebrows like he knew it was a faux name.

“I could say the same to you, ‘Eijirou’.” He pressed his gun into the underside of his jaw hard enough to feel the muscles contract as he swallowed.

The knife nicked his skin in return.

“We should at least finish first, don’t you think?”

As much as this man was a mission, Katsuki couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he didn’t squeeze the trigger. If he didn’t complete his job and end this enemy spy’s life.

“Especially if this is our last time.” The red head smirked, hips giving a little roll to rock their bodies.

“Better make it worth it then.”

~The End

Chapter Text

CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, stripper Kiri, drinking, stripping, bachelor party, implied TodoDeku

How Katsuki got dragged to this party he will never know. He supposes having friends is good. And being close enough with said friends to be the best man in a wedding would also be seen as good.

But having friends means he has to be social, and being social brings him to places like this.

A strip club.

Now, it was a nice strip club. The drinks weren’t watered down, the music wasn’t too loud and the seats were actually comfy.

You couldn’t ask him about the strippers though, he didn’t really care.

“Dude! You’ve thrown any of the dolla dolla bills Todoroki graciously donated!” Denki threw an arm over his shoulder, cheeks pink with alcohol and smeared with dark red lipstick.

“Aren’t the rules hands off?” He grumbled and pushed the electric blond off.

“Yeah, our hands. The dancers can touch all they want!” He waggled his eyebrows and bit his lower lip like he was trying to look sexy.

It wasn’t working.

Katsuki just rolled his eyes and turned back to the bar, signalling to the bartender to refill his drink.

“Seriously dude, you can’t just drink at the bar all night!”

“I’m here for IcyHot and Deku. That’s all.”

Denki huffed, “Well I just spent a shit load of money for no reason.”

He froze mid lift of the glass to his lips, eyeing Denki out of the corner of his eyes as he pouted and crossed his arms.

“What did you do.”

The smaller blond huffed, “I just bought a solo dance for you.”

“The fuck?!”

“I just thought you could use some sexy dude shaking his thang on your lap!”

Katsuki truly fought the urge to throttle his friend. Was murder in a strip club the way he wanted to go down? No, but it was close.

“But since you don’t want it, you can just pay me back! $150 dolla dolla bills please!”

Murder was looking more tempting.

“Fuck you! I didn’t ask you to buy me a dance! I ain’t paying you jack shit!”

“Then are you going to use it? I shouldn’t be surprised really, Hanta said you wouldn’t do and I was-”

Now, Katsuki knew he was being played. He knew it. But damn it if he had no control over his next words.

“Which fucking room.”

The room was actually very nice, a theme for the club. Dark plush couch, big enough space for a pole in the center and an actual door.

Katsuki was trying his best not to fidget on the couch as he waited for the dancer. He was nursing his drink, playing with the condensation on the side of the glass.

Suddenly a loud guitar riff blared out of the speakers in the corners of the room making him jump. The song definitely wasn’t something you would expect to hear in a strip club, more of a head banger than a dance song.

The voice singing was rough and gravely, almost soft compared to the rocking guitar and drums until the chorus kicked off.

As the words ‘let’s start a riot’ echoed through the room, the door burst open and Katsuki saw the bottom of a combat boot.

In stepped the dancer with a swing of a long mane of red hair half shaved on the left side of his head. He was tall, and had to be taller than Katsuki’s near six feet. Long expanses of tanned skin on display showed off every flex of rippling muscles as he was only wearing his combat boots, an open black jean vest and jeans so torn up they were barely holding on. His ruby eyes were dark with eyeliner and shadow, and his lips were pulled back in fierce smirks showing off sharp teeth.

His body rolled with the music, flexing his arms and legs into almost body builder-like poses as he danced. After the dip in the bridge his jeans were torn off along with his vest leaving him in his boots and a red sparkly thong that barely held in what could only be described as a massive cock and balls.

Katsuki’s eyes were watering as he watched from the lack of blinking and his mouth was starting to go dry from hanging open.

As the song ended the dancer dropped into his lap, thick thighs spread around Katsuki’s, red hair hanging around them like a curtain as he closed his mouth with a single black tipped finger under his chin.

“Name’s Riot, pretty boy, and we’re just getting started.”

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, angst, past character death, references to death, references to fighting, ghosts, pirates

The moon was full and bright in the star filled sky. Only the faint calls of gulls and the soft lapping of waves broke the silence of the night.

Eijirou sat at the edge of the pier, a single lantern dying by his side as his toes skimmed the water’s surface below.

It was tonight.

The right conditions, the right feelings swelling in his belly, the occasional skip of his heart beat.

His Captain would be coming to see him tonight.

The night turned chilly, the breeze becoming sharp and cutting through the light cotton of his shirt and trousers.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He was coming.

The ring of a ship’s bell echoed through the dark. The distant shouts of a crew danced across the waves. The echo of canon fire and gun shots. Bodies hitting the water. Creaking and splintering wood.

The thud of boots.

Thump thump thump.

Eijirou didn’t turn as the cold overtook him.

Arms wrapped around his body, one under his arm to slide under the hem of his shirt, the other over his shoulder to cup his jaw. A callused, cold thumb brushed against his lower lip.

His body shuddered from the chill as he tipped his head back into a body that wasn’t there but was and exposed his throat for frozen lips to kiss.

“Captain.” Eijirou’s voice was nothing but a whisper in the dead of night. He leaned into the hands roaming his body, the familiar touch that was once warm.

Teary ruby eyes fell shut as a hand slipped into his trousers and nails dragged along his chest.

“I’m here.” The Captain’s voice got softer and softer every time.

He dreaded the night when he didn’t hear the sounds of bells and boots on the wood.

For that was the night that his Captain, that Katsuki, would truly be gone from his life.

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, stripper Kiri, fake engagement

They weren’t dating. Kirishima said it the next morning after the bachelor party over pancakes. He didn’t date.

And Katsuki really didn’t either so it didn’t bother him…at first.

Because now here he was dealing with the fact that his Mother was trying to set him up with yet another eligible man in the guise of being a co-worker.

So he lied and said he was dating someone.

And that just led her down the route of twenty million questions that he gave vague answers for and in the end had Katsuki standing outside his childhood home with the stripper he was fucking every other weekend pretending to be his boyfriend.

He was honestly surprised Kirishima agreed when he asked over their normal post night of ravenous sex breakfast.

But he did and now they were here.

“So you’re a-”

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll impress your parents no problem.” Kirishima smirked down at him as Katsuki’s cheeks turned pink.

This was so dumb but they had no chance to turn back once the door flung open.

It was like he was holding onto the edge of a cliff, just waiting for his grip to slip with one accidental contradiction of their stories or something that didn’t add up but it never happened.

Kirishima was charming and bright. His hair was tamed back into a long braid and he wore a dark sweater and jeans. He laughed at his Dad’s jokes and complimented his Mom on her decorating skills and cooking.

Then in the biggest fucking twist of them all he set down his dessert fork and gave a nervous chuckle, “Well, I know this dinner was just to meet you all...”

All three Bakugou’s eyes were wide as Kirishima slipped from his seat and dropped to one knee in front of Katsuki. He could do nothing as his hand was lifted in Kirishima’s own, “I know we haven’t been together long, but you have changed my life. You are so smart and skilled, so quick and witty, and gorgeous beyond description. I can’t imagine you not being by my side for the rest of our lives, so Katsuki. Will you marry me?”

Where the fuck did he get a ring from?

Somehow in his stupor Katsuki said yes and now there was a beautiful black metal band embedded with orange stone circling his finger perfectly.

The dinner was a success, his Mom fucking cried as she hugged them both goodbye.

Kirishima was guiding them to the train station with an arm slung over his shoulder and whistling a little tune.

“The fuck?”

“Oh, your brain finally rebooted baby?”

Katsuki attempted to shove his arm off but was tugged into his side further.

“Baby! What kind of fiance would I be letting you walk by yourself? Certainly not that kind that is going to pound your sweet ass into the bed until you pass out, right?” Thankfully the last part was whispered into his ear.

Katsuki didn’t know where they were going now, whether they skipped the whole dating thing or if he was going to have to ‘break up’ in a few weeks but that was something for tomorrow’s Katsuki to worry about.

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, a/b/o, omega Baku, Alpha Kiri, Victorian inspired au, consensual cheating, mentioned arranged marriage TodoBaku, fem terms used for omegas, corsets, crossdressing, outdoor sex, mazes

The Todoroki estate was large. The Master and Mistress of the house made sure that it was well taken care of and kept in perfect order.

Including the large hedge maze in the garden.

It was the Mistress’s favorite part of the house. The high hedges trimmed to perfection, the twists and winds of the maze itself. And the beautiful gazebo at the center.

Katsuki loved that gazebo. He had it built just a few years prior and it was exactly what he wanted. His husband lovingly gifted it as an anniversary present. It was secluded and quiet, the perfect place to enjoy a good book or watch the rain.

But most of all it was the perfect place to meet his gardener.

Eijirou was a wonderful gardener, keeping all the plants and flowers healthy and beautiful through the seasons.

And he kept the Mistress of the house very happy.

Most times Katsuki ventured his way through his maze he wore his riding breeches and a loose shirt. Why torture himself with skirts and corsets in his own haven?

Today though, he chose not to change after attending a morning breakfast with the extended Todoroki family. He did his duty as wife and omega. Nodded politely, kept his tongue in check, looked and played the part of perfection.

The rich red fabric of his skirt would be grass stained as he made his way through the winding hedges in a way long memorized.

Eijirou was already there, sitting at the mahogany desk piled with papers and books, looking over plans for the garden.

The door to the gazebo creaked on its hinges.

The alpha turned as the omega leaned against the door. There was only a moment before they both moved.

Their bodies crashed together in harmony, lips catching sharp fangs and hands tearing at clothing.

Katsuki’s bodice was torn open, decorative buttons flying to scatter around the room and skirt hiked around his waist as his legs found themselves thrown over broad shoulders. The now exposed skin of his upper back and shoulders pressed against the cool glass of the gazebo as the alpha dipped his head to nip at the plush, pale expanse of his chest pushed up by the tight corset.

Eijirou’s trousers were wrenched open with delicately manicured fingers and it only took another moment before they were one. Their lips found each other once again as the lewd, slick sound of love making echoed around them.

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, villain Kiri, villain Baku, blood, violence, gore, murder, death, implied public sex, implied blood as lube, wedding crashing

Bodies were everywhere. Clawed apart and charred. The smell of blood nearly covered the fresh scent of the flowers gathered in every corner of the chapel.

“Do…do you t- t- take-”

Blood Riot cut off the quivering and crying officiant as he grabbed his throat with a hardened hand, “Speed it up and we’ll let you live.”

They weren’t.

Epicenter smirked at his soon to be husband. His red hair braided neatly out of his face, normal shirtless attire replaced with the crisp white tuxedo, now stained with blood.

He looked beautiful.

The officiant quickly stumbled through the rest of the ceremony and Epicenter dragged his husband down into a fierce kiss with one hand, the other lifted to grasp the officiant’s face.

He struggled for a second before-

BOOM!

Blood and brain matter splattered both their ruined wedding clothes.

“I love you so much.” Riot pulled back from the kiss and wiped a bit of the blood off a pale cheek with his thumb.

“I love you too. Now bend over the altar.” He smirked and spread the warm blood around on his fingers as Riot made quick work of dropping his pants.

~The End

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CW: SFW, KiriBaku, time loop

Bakugou was acting really weird today. Sure they were in their third year now, have lived (barely) through a war and were probably more experienced in being heroes than any other generation of students before but that didn’t mean the blond slacked on his classwork.

Normally, he would be slouched in his seat, but attentive, alternated taking notes between his hands when his right would get tired or cramped and answered questions with a confident ease.

Today his focus was entirely on his note book, which from two rows away, Eijirou couldn’t see in detail but definitely wasn’t notes about the new hero regulations they were going over. His friend almost looked manic as he wrote, bottom lip worried between his teeth, small huffs and grunts accompanying his scriblings.

The odd thing though, was even though Eijirou was sure he wasn’t paying attention, anytime a teacher called on him, Bakugou rattled off the correct answer before they even finished the question.

It was like he /knew/. Which was weird.

Really really weird.

The blond avoided the lunch and even during training instead of partnering with him, like he did nine times out of ten, Bakugou went to Midoriya.

Literally dragged the OfA user towards the corner of the gym by his scarf.

And Eijirou hadn’t been thinking about all of this while he was laying in bed. Nope. He wasn’t.

But it was so weird!

Should he go ask Bakugou about it? Just checking on him! Yeah, they did that sometimes when they noticed the other having an off day. Totally believable.

So he hopped up off his bed, foregoing a shirt for the five step walk between their dorms and opened his door to get a set of knuckles to the chin.

Bakugou yanked his hand back from where it was poised to knock on Eijirou’s door, cheeks turning a light pink, “Shitty Hair! The fuck!”

Eijirou rubbed his chin and shook his head, “All good bro! I was just coming to check on you, wanna come in?”

The blond was pushing his way past before he finished the offer.

He plopped onto the bed and hauled a knee up to rest his chin on, arms wrapped loosely around it, “I need to tell you something.”

“Okay?” Eijirou dropped onto the bed next to him, leaving a little room between them.

He sighed through his nose, nails absentmindedly scratching at the back of his hand as crimson eyes glared at the punching bag in the corner.

When he still didn’t speak after a few minutes of huffs, Eijirou scooted closer and nudged their shoulders together, “I’m always here bro.”

There were butterflies in his stomach. The squad always teased them about the quote ‘massive amounts of sexual tension between them’ unquote and Eijirou would be lying if he said he didn’t have some sort of feelings for his best friend that definitely were not strictly platonic.

But he respected boundaries and Bakugou never hinted at liking him as more than a friend.

“I’ve been stuck in a time loop.” Were the words he finally said breaking Eijirou out of his thought spiral.

“Oh.”

Bakugou turned to glare at him, “Oh?!”

“I mean, what else am I supposed to say to that?! How many fingers am I holding behind my back or something!?”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes as he punched Eijirou in the shoulder, “I don’t know. Deku goes mental every time I tell him, Aizawa just walks away and everyone else doesn’t believe me.”

“And I don’t normally say oh?”

Pink color’s Bakugou’s cheeks, “I’ve never told you before.”

Eijirou tries not to let that hurt, “Why? I know I’m not the smartest but-”

“Shut up. You’re smart asshole. It’s not that.”

“Oh. Well, how many times have you looped?”

He tipped his head back to thump against the wall and sighed, “This is 84.”

“84?! That's like…” His nose scrunches up in a way he knows Bakugou likes because a smile tugs at the corner of his lips, “...three months!”

“Yup.”

“I would have gone crazy by now…”

“Yup.”

“How can I help?”

Bakugou sighed again, tension dropping from his body, “I don’t know. I don’t know how to make it stop.”

His voice cracks and Eijirou just moves. He drags his best friend against his chest as the tears start to fall. They end up wrapped around each other, laying in the bed as the blond breaks down in his best friend’s arms.

They stay like that even after the tears stop falling.

Slowly, Bakugou started to sit up, hands holding his weight on either side of Eijirou’s head, his own arms still loosely wrapped around the blond.

“Stay.” Eijirou finally broke the silence.

Crimson eyes met ruby.

“Okay.”

They settled back down together, now with Bakugou’s head tucked under Eijirou’s chin. Their breaths settled in sync.

And just as he was sure Bakugou was falling asleep, he heard it.

“I love you Ei. Please let me be here when I wake up.”

Eijirou pulled him closer, and placed a soft kiss to blond hair.

He hoped he would be there too.

~The End

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CW: SFW, KiriBaku, waking up together

When Katsuki opened his eyes and saw red something bubbled up in his chest.

It wasn’t day 85. 

He never saw red when he woke up. He never felt the loose hold of arms around him. Never felt the rise of a chest under his cheek or felt breaths of air blow through his hair.

Kirishima was here.

So slow, he sat up enough to fully see the red head’s face.

Slack with sleep, a little drool escaping the open corner of his mouth, red hair like a halo around his head on the pillow.

Katsuki was so lucky. Lucky that this amazing person had decided to choose him.

He lifted a hand to brush his knuckles against the slightly stubbled cheek and wipe away the line of drool.

It would be so easy to get used to this. Waking up in the arms of the man he loved, getting to see a sight that no one else would ever see.

“You’re still here…” Kirishima’s voice was just a rumble, ruby eyes half lidded as he looked up at Katsuki.

“I am.”

“Good. I love you too.”

Katsuki couldn’t stop the smile, and didn’t want to. This was perfect.

Fingers tangled into blond hair and pulled him down. Their lips met in a kiss so soft, so wonderful.

This wasn’t day 85.

This was day 1.

Day 1 of the rest of their lives.

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, ritual sex, tattoos, bondage, gags, noncon, witch!Kiri, demon!Baku

“Hunc daemonem animae meae ligare.”

Eijirou’s voice echoed in the sealed stone chamber around them. Candle light flickered with each pulse of power of his spell. His skin shone with a layer of sweat, dripping over the dips and planes of his muscles and making the dark kohl sigils and runes run and smear. His red hair stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck as he stared down at the demon between his legs.

This was his final exam. Binding a demon as a servant. And he /would/ bind the demon he summoned.

The blond demon was fierce, still struggling against his chains even as red runes etched their way into his pale skin. Crimson eyes glared, spit flying from fangs as he hissed. His wrists, ankles, tail and wings were all chained down. Wings even pierced with the heavy metal to keep them from thrashing around.

“Release me witch!” The demon growled, bucking his hips which only forced his cock deeper inside Eijirou.

“Hunc daemonem animae meae vinculo.” He rolled his eyes against the demon’s motions.

The demon spit curses as the runes wrapped around his throat.

“Hunc daemonem animae meae alliga!”

Eijirou tipped his head back as he felt searing cum flood his insides. Power surged through his body, magic filled his veins and with a drawn out moan, his cum lashed over the glowing runes on pale skin.

“Foedus est sigillum. You are mine.”

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, virgin Baku, experienced Kiri, marking, switching, oral sex, coming untouched, sexual mishaps, underdog

Katsuki hated being behind. He was always meant to be on top, striving to be the best at everything he did.

And now that included being a boyfriend.

Relationships weren’t always on his radar, but you know dying and coming back to life can change some things. Things like admitting you liked your best friend as more than just a best friend and wanted to kiss his stupid face.

So here he was, dating Eijirou and so woefully behind.

The red head had had a few relationships over the years it had taken Katsuki to get his head out of his ass but admitted later he was pinning for him.

It started with kissing. He realized how far behind he was when Eijirou left him breathless and squirming with just a few soft kisses to his lips and neck. There wasn’t a day now that the length of his pale neck was covered in bite marks and hickies in various stages of healing.

Then he discovered that his boyfriend had been obsessed with his chest and how plush his pecs were, Katsuki would argue that Eijirou’s were the same size if not bigger but he chose to ignore that.

He couldn’t catch up with how quickly Eijirou learned his tells and body. It was like he had studied Katsuki for years and knew every single place to touch or kiss or bite that made the blond lose his mind.

His first time giving a blowjob ended up with Katsuki nearly coughing up his dinner meanwhile Eijirou got him to cum in minutes.

He got fingered and came untouched. He tried topping and came after three thrusts.

Katsuki hated being behind.

But that was over with. Tonight was the night. He had done his research. He had a plan.

He was going to blow Eijirou’s mind with sex so good there would be no question that Katsuki was the best he had ever had.

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, implied violence, blood, shower sex, hybristophilia (attraction to someone who has committed a crime)

Katsuki comes home with split knuckles and a white shirt soaked in blood.

His muddy boots are left by the door and his jacket dropped to the floor.

The shower is already running when he steps into the bathroom and Eijirou is on him before the door can close behind him.

Their kisses are fierce, hungry, like they are trying to devour each other. The blond isn’t allowed to strip himself, Eijirou’s fingers are too quick, too insistent.

Blood soaked shirt is peeled away followed by a tongue licked across the newly exposed skin. 

Down, down, down it travels until it reaches the blond tufts of hair peeking out of the top of loose jeans.

Steam fills the room as fingers dig into red hair and Katsuki’s head tips back with a moan.

Eijirou worships his cock, tasting sweet sweat and metallic copper on his tongue. He doesn’t know what Katsuki does the nights he comes home with blood on his skin.

He doesn’t need to ask, doesn’t want to ask.

And Katsuki never tells him. Just smirks and lets his boyfriend worship him.

The next day his clothing and boots will be gone, with new ones in their places. Their shower will be freshly cleaned and smell strongly of bleach. He’ll tell Eijirou when their next doctor’s appointments for their standard checks are while cooking breakfast just like normal.

Just like normal.

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, beast

Katsuki was the Beast of Class A. His reputation preceded him for those who listened to the rumor mill.

Those who didn’t really know him, thought he was an angry, violent person with a hairpin trigger that would attack anyone who crossed his path.

Class A knew different after their years together.

Eijirou knew different before the class did.

He knew when Katsuki would wake up with ruined sheets and manic expressions as Eijirou covered sparking palms.

He knew when Katsuki started cooking extra portions of food for him and the squad even if he acted like he didn’t do it on purpose.

He knew when Katsuki came to him after a fight with Midoriya after the licensing exam with silent tears falling down bruised cheeks.

He knew when Katsuki allowed Eijirou to kiss him. Just a small peck of chapped lips. A soft kiss with the promise of so much behind it.

He knew when Katsuki bought him a rare Crimson Riot collectors card that must have cost a pretty penny.

He knew when Katsuki arched so beautifully off the bed as Eijirou licked, sucked and bit his way over pale skin and pink nipples.

He knew when Katsuki’s crimson eyes were soft and lazy late at night when he was fighting sleep as they watched a movie with the squad.

He knew when Katsuki willingly dropped to his knees, mouth open and tongue out before Eijirou’s cock was even out of his pants.

He knew when Katsuki took time to look up teaching strategies for Kaminari and Ashido’s ADHD.

He knew when Katsuki would clutch at Eijirou’s knee over his shoulder, hips stuttering in their thrusting because he wanted Eijirou to feel so good even though he was ready to fall apart.

He knew when Katsuki had already planned where they were going to live together after graduation.

He knew when Katsuki would whimper and whine as thick fingers opened up his hole, body shuddering with pleasure.

He knew when Katsuki introduced him to his parents as the love of his life.

He knew when Katsuki would ride him so slow, body barely rolling, so their lips could stay connected as long as possible, like it would be torture to not kiss Eijirou as they were connected.

Eijirou knew before Katsuki did that he was more than a beast.

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, dubcon, manipulation, cockwarming, mentor/mentee

“Next on the agenda is the Spring Festival booth. Shinsou, go ahead.”

The fraternity meeting droned on as Katsuki leaned back in his chair. Being president wasn’t all it cracked up to be. Running meetings, reporting to national, keep events running smoothly, making sure all the brothers were keeping in line.

There were some perks though.

For example, the red headed brother on his knees kneeling at his feet.

The President’s Cockwarmer was an unofficial exec board position. Nobody knew who started it, just that it was a thing. Each president got to choose his cockwarmer.

Some presidents changed it up each meeting, some kept to three or four they rotated through, but Katsuki only used one.

Eijirou Kirishima was a sophomore, had been Katsuki’s little when he came out for the frat.

Katsuki taught him everything he needed to know for the pledging test, helped him through the hazing, tutored him in his classes to help keep his GPA up.

And all Kirishima had to do in return was be a good little and help Katsuki relief his stress from time to time.

That relationship got them through the last year and now that Katsuki was president had continued, just a little more in the open.

Kirishima looked great on his knees, ruby eyes a little hazy and lips spread wide around Katsuki’s cock. His head was almost slumped against Katsuki’s thigh, so relaxed and pliant. Head empty, just fulfilling his job like he did every meeting.

~The End

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CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, oral sex, facial, glasses

“You what?”

Eijirou was quick to deny the words that had slipped out of his mouth. 

Bakugou had gotten glasses. And he refused to wear them outside his dorm. Only Eijirou had seen them.

Just plain black, rectangle frames.

Nothing fancy.

But there was something about them that just did something for Eijirou.

He didn’t get it. He never liked dudes in glasses before. But now he couldn’t stop thinking about Bakugou wearing those glasses.

Laying in bed. Sitting in his lap. Looking over his shoulder. On his knees-

And that was what he said out loud.

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed behind the frames, “So I just imagined you saying ‘Fuck I’d love to see you on your knees, you’d look so good covered in my cum’?”

Well shit.

He managed to get nearly to graduation without letting his best bro know about his massive crush just to blow it now.

“Shitty Hair.” Eijirou jumped when he felt a hand on his knee and his head snapped down to see Bakugou kneeling in front of him.

“Uh…”

Bakugou smirked, his hand dragging up a thick thigh to play with the hem of his loose shorts, “So, you haven’t been fantasizing about fucking me in my glasses? Shame.”

He must have blacked out because the next thing he knew his cock was in Bakugou’s mouth and his hands were tangled in blond hair.

It felt so good, wet and warm and tight. Much better than his own hand he’d been fucking all his life.

Bakugou looked so debauched, mouth stretched wide, lips shiny with spit and eyes watery behind his glasses.

He wasn’t going to last. He can’t, not with those crimson eyes looking up at him with those black frames. Not with the sloppy sounds of sucking and soft gags.

“I- Baku- I’m gonna-”

Bakugou pulled off with an obscene pop and stroked over the spit soaked length, “Cum for me Shitty Hair. Make me a mess.”

That did it.

Cum erupted from the tip of his cock, lashing over Bakugou’s cheeks, over his nose, landing on his tongue sticking out of his mouth and over his glasses.

He fell back against the bed in a heap, chest heaving as he caught his breath.

“Where you going?” Bakugou dropped himself down on Eijirou’s chest, his own sweats hooked around one leg and stroking his cock over Eijirou’s face, “Return the favor Shitty Hair.”

~The End

Chapter Text

CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, a/b/o, beta!Baku, alpha!Kiri, mentioned knotting, sex toys, cock cage, peeking

They weren’t typical, but they worked. Katsuki didn’t mind the fact his boyfriend had a much higher sex drive because of his alpha instincts, it made sense. He quickly got used to the big alpha jerking it multiple times every evening, even budgeting the lube and replacement sleeves for when they inevitably broke into their monthly expenses.

And Eijirou was so sweet about it too. Making sure Katsuki was okay with it all, making sure he knew that the alpha wasn’t upset that they never knotted during sex because Katsuki just couldn’t handle it as a beta.

But something that Katsuki was not prepared for, however, was coming home to see Eijirou presenting. Face down, ass up while he furiously thrust a bright orange dildo into his lube soaked hole.

The sounds were obscene, the slick sound of lube, the whines and moans of the alpha, the creaking of their bed with every motion.

And between his thighs, where Katsuki expected to see his hard cock and forming knot, was instead a bright pink bit of plastic. He squinted a little bit, trying to figure out what he was seeing before it clicked.

A cock cage.

His alpha’s cock was stuffed into a small plastic cage, keeping it soft and making it small and dripping as he fucked his hole.

“Ple- please beta! Fuck- more- ah ah beta!”

Katsuki’s eyes snapped back to sliver of Eijirou’s face he could see from behind his body. Ruby eyes were shut tight, mouth dropped open as he was babbling.

He was imagining Katsuki fucking him. While wearing a cock cage. Whining and moaning like an omega in heat.

Oh.

“Don’t stop alpha.”

~The End

Chapter Text

CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, sub!Kiri, dom!Baku, slight body image issues, praise, crying, oral sex, Daddy kink, dress up

It didn’t fit right.

Eijirou turned this way and that in the mirror and couldn’t help but frown. The Dynamight themed body suit he was wearing was /tight/. It was based on his original costume, black with an orange X on the chest and sleeveless. The set had also come with a pair of long fingerless gloves that were patterned after the gauntlets and compression sleeves.

The body suit was tight. The neckline was low, stopping under his pecs and hem cutting the plush muscle enough to pillow around it. His torso was almost being squeezed, every muscle on full display through the material. The crotch was the worst. It was very small and high cut on the hips so his pelvis was barely covered. His dick had to be tucked up against his belly bulged the material even more, and his balls were half hanging out, squished in the thin piece of fabric almost painfully as it hugged tight against his taint and between his cheeks.

He didn’t think he looked good.

But Katsuki- his Daddy- had bought it for him. Asked him to wear it. Even gave him a cheap eyeliner stick that he knew would run with a tiny bit of moisture.

He did like the eyeliner, it made his already cat-like eyes even sharper and accented his thick lashes.

“Baby, all ready?” Daddy called from their bedroom, where he was waiting.

Eijirou attempted once more to tuck his balls into the fabric and gave up when they still refused to cooperate. He took a deep breath, adjusted the tops of the gloves and stepped out of the bathroom.

He didn’t look at his Daddy’s face, keeping his eyes locked on the floor as he walked to where he was sitting on the bed and dropped to his knees.

Silence stretched around them.

He didn’t like it, Eijirou knew it. It wasn’t made for his body type and it just looked we-

“Holy shit baby, you look so good.”

Eijirou’s head snapped up, eyes wide with barely forming tears.

His Daddy was staring down at him with a look of pure sin. Like he wanted to ruin his baby.

“Re-really?”

Daddy leaned forward, dragging his fingers through red hair until he grabbed a fist full and pulled him forward. His face was forced into the crotch of the blond’s sweats and the very prominent tent there.

“Really baby. You look amazing wearing that. Fuck I wanna make that eyeliner run, get your cock sucking lips around my cock and fuck your throat. Bend you over and eat your hole sloppy. Stuff you full of cum and shove your favorite plug in to keep it there.” The whole time he was speaking he was forcing Eijirou’s face to rub against his covered cock.

Eijirou couldn’t help but whine at the words. His Daddy did want to ruin him. And damn it if he didn’t want to be ruined.

“Please Daddy.”

The sweats were shucked off and Eijirou was gagging on his cock in seconds. It was so good. Being dragged over the cock by the grip on his hair. One of his hands circled around a pale calf while the other sought out his Daddy’s free hand. Their fingers laced together and held on tight.

The tears that had been forming due to emotions quickly turned physical as he gagged with each harsh tug forcing the head of his cock against the back of his throat.

“Fuck yes- good boy. So good for your Daddy. Crying on my cock. Eyes open- wanna see.”

He whined at the praise and forced his eyes open. Through his tears he could see his Daddy’s face, ruddy red with pleasure and shiny with sweat. He looked beautiful and his expression was pure adoration.

“That’s it. Look at those eyes. Look so good- so good baby. Keep ‘em open. Good boy.”

His face was wet with tears and spit but he kept his eyes open. His Daddy thought he looked good, his Daddy called him good, he was being good.

“Fuck, that’s it that’s it-” Daddy started bucking his hips against the pull of his head. It was so much, it was hard to keep his eyes open but he did. He watched his Daddy chase his own pleasure.

“Yes yes good boy- good boy!” His voice cracked as he shoved Eijirou down until his nose was buried in blond pubes and cum shot down his throat.

“Good boy.” Daddy held him down as he took short breaths through his nose. The hand in his hair traveled down to cup his cheek and a thumb swiped through black tear trails, “Very good boy.”

~The End

Chapter Text

CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, dragon!Kiri, Just The Tip, One Pump Chump, fantasy

Tonight was the night!

He was going to do it!

The nest was arranged perfectly, they had plenty of oil, his claws were filed and they were away from the rest of the party.

This time Eijirou was going to fuck his mate just how he wanted! No more jerking it together because he couldn’t fit.

Tonight! They were going to fuck! (As Katsuki called it anyway.)

“Oi.” Katsuki tugged on one of his horns, breaking the dragon from his train of thought. The rider Prince’s eyes were narrowed in a glare, but the blush on his cheeks gave away his true emotions.

“Are you ready or what Shitty Scales?”

Eijirou nodded as best he could with a hand still holding his horn and the next thing he knew he had a lap full of his mate.

Katsuki kissed like he fought, some would call it savagely, but every move was calculated and precise. He knew exactly how to turn his roaring dragon mate in a pile of soft, whiny scales. A nip on his lip, twirl of his tongue, a tug on red hair. All things done with complete intention.

When they finally pulled away, it was Eijirou who was blushing, skin nearly the same color as the scales dotting his cheeks, “Kats-”

“Don’t get all whiny on me yet,” He teased like that wasn’t his plan with his kisses, “You promised to fuck me all night long.”

The last three words were accompanied with devious rolls of his hips, pressing their erections together through layers of fabric that desperately needed to come off.

Their mouths surged together again, teeth clashing as fabric was nearly torn from their bodies. They rolled in the nest, mouths only detaching to catch a gasp of breath before connecting once more.

“Oil- now oil now!” Katsuki forced out between kisses, one hand flopping around the plush fabrics and pillows to find the bottle.

Eijirou pulled away reluctantly to find the bottle tipped over in their frantic motions. He lifted the lip of the bottle to his mouth and yanked it open with his teeth, spitting the cork to the far side of their tent to be forgotten.

They moved again, Katsuki spreading his legs and hooking his own knees on his elbows, showing off his flexibility with a smirk. He was fully on display, cock hard and leaking on his tight abs and pretty pink hole still wet from his wash in the river.

“Get to work, Shitty Scales.”

Eijirou’s pupils dilated, first slitted then blown wide. He tipped the oil bottle over pale skin, letting it drip between firm cheeks and gather in his waiting palm. The oil was warm and slick on their skin, just what they needed as one finger slipped inside.

Katsuki’s head fell back with a sigh. One finger was easy. They could get one finger in before.

The digit twisted and turned, pushing in and out slowly to spread the oil over the blond’s warm, soft insides.

Carefully, the tip of the second finger pressed against the barely stretched rim.

Two was okay, they could get two in sometimes.

So slowly the fingers pressed forward, ruby eyes locked at the place they disappeared into his mate. They reached the knuckle with little resistance.

Katsuki took a deep breath, legs squirming slightly in his hold as the fingers started to move. Slick, wet sounds started to echo around them. In and out, stretching the tight ring of muscle until it could take something much bigger.

Eijirou was so focused on his fingers that he almost missed the soft gasps and moans his mate was starting to let out.

Almost.

“Good mate?” His voice was a rumble, practically a growl in his chest as he watched his mates face.

The blond nodded, bottom lip captured between his teeth to try and stifle his sounds. The blush from before now extended on his neck and onto his chest, giving his necklaces a pretty backdrop of red to sit upon.

Fingers pulled out for just a moment, causing a whine to escape, before they pressed back in slick with extra oil and flipped around. Now facing up, Eijirou could stretch his fingers, scissoring them apart to continue to make the space for his cock, and search for that wonderful spot.

“Fuck, Ei- hu-hurry up!” Katsuki attempted a growl but it came out as more of a plea.

The dragon leaned down and caught his lips, fingers still pressing, crooking just so until he found-

“Hah! There!” He couldn’t help but preen as his mate’s voice hitched with a moan.

The pads of his fingers pressed firmly against the little bundle of nerves, assaulting it to make his mate fall apart.

Moans fell freely from his lips now, no longer stifled or held back. Eijirou watched his mate come apart, head tipped back, legs shaking in his own grip, a line of drool sliding from the corner of his mouth that he couldn’t help but lick up.

Their kisses were open mouthed and sloppy but hungry.

“Mo-more!” Was the only word that got out between pants and moans.

Two fingers became three, tucked together into a point, they were still thick.

Blond brows furrowed together at the stretch, moans of pleasure morphing into soft whines of pain.

“Breath mate, breath.” Eijirou murmured into blond hair was a soft kiss as he rocked the tips of his fingers into the tight hole, slowly pressing more of his fingers in until they all hit knuckle. They paused then, exchanging puffs of warm air and soft kisses while Katsuki got used to the new girth, larger than before but still not enough.

“Move.” He finally said, wiggling his hips to press those fingers inside him deeper.

It was still slow, a draw out and press back in, a stretch against resisting muscle.

As they pained expression on his face didn’t lesson, Eijirou moved to pull out completely, “We can stop-”

“I will be taking your stupid big dragon cock tonight. You pull out and I’ll just do it myself.” Katsuki’s eyes opened, crimson glaring through watery lashes but full of determination and lust.

“Yes Mate.” Who could say no to that?

More oil was added, the lip of the bottle tipped directly into the slightly gaping rim stretched by the dragon’s fingers. The oil aided the twisting and stretching fingers until Katsuki’s brows relaxed and his whines once again turned to pleasure.

His spot was only brushed every few thrusts as Eijirou was focused on the stretch, forcing that rim wider and wider.

The pinky slipped in almost by accident.

They had never gotten past three fingers before, and here Katsuki was, spread open on four fingers with barely a hint of unpleasantness chasing the feeling.

Everything was slick, the squelch of those fingers nearly obscene.

“Cock. Cock now!” Katsuki let go of one leg to hook it over Eijirou’s shoulder and push him down.

Eijirou had been so focused on his mate, his own cock had been neglected this whole time. It was large, thick from tapered tip to base complete with ridges on the underside. The thing was hanging between his legs, too heavy to stand up on it’s own and dripping with pre-cum.

More oil was spread between both them, Eijirou enjoying the tight warmth against his fingers before stroking the oil over his cock.

One, two strokes then-

Oh.

Oh no.

Watching his mate in pleasure apparently had been enough for him to almost reach his limit. He felt the tug in his stomach and the lifting of his balls as he coated his cock in cum.

No!

He was going to fuck his mate!

He tucked his knees under his mate’s hips and lined himself up with the drenched and stretched hole.

Katsuki took in a deep breath and he pressed forward…

…only to meet resistance.

“Fuck!” The blond growled, “Get in me shitty massive dragon cock!”

His hips pressed down, rolling against Eijirou’s as he gave tiny little thrusts to get it in.

After all that stretching! They were so careful, took so long- POP!

The tip pressed in past that tight rim and Eijirou’s vision went white.

Katsuki was moaning, but Eijirou couldn’t hear it. He could only focus on the tightest, wettest, hottest, softest thing that had ever surrounded his cock.

Too much! Too much, felt too good! No! He didn’t want to-

He tried to pull out and his mate’s body wouldn’t let him. It sucked him in and that was it.

Hot cum flooded Katsuki’s insides, rope after rope as Eijirou shivered and whined in pleasure.

Finally, it was started to taper off. Somehow Eijirou’s hand had wrapped around his mate’s hips, possibly to stop him from moving, or maybe just holding on for dear life as he experienced the best thing in his life.

“Are you serious.”

Hazy ruby eyes blinked up at the blond who was glaring down at the dragon.

“I’m sorry, you just felt so-ah!”

Katsuki surged up, without letting Eijirou pull out, he managed to get the dragon on his back and squat over his hips.

“We’re not done yet.”

And he dropped himself down.

~The End

Chapter Text

CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, violence, blood, semi-public, dry humping, Daddy kink, brawler

Baby Boy: Hey.

Eijirou’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. He honestly never expected the blond to text him. He saved the contact on a whim.

Baby Boy: Still wanna hold down a shitstain?

Oh. The reason he got a random angry text in the first place. Well, better than nothing he supposed.

Me: When and where. I’ll let you know if I’m available.

Baby Boy: Tomorrow. 8 PM.

Then he drops a location pin. He could do that, his shift ended at 5 tomorrow and that would give him plenty of time to warm up.

“Hey T! Wanna kick some random perv’s ass tomorrow after shift?” He turned to his best friend mid rolling of a firehose.

“Sure. Could go for a workout!”

Me: See you tomorrow baby, btw bringing a friend to help.

Baby Boy: Fuck you.

Eijirou laughed and tucked his phone back into his cargos.

The next day he and Tetsu arrived at the pinned location to find a divebar.

“So, here?” Tetsu asked, looking over Eijirou’s shoulder as he double checked the map and his texts, “Baby boy?”

Eijirou quickly turned off his screen and elbowed the other man in the side, “Shut up! I don’t know his-”

BANG!

The door to the dive bar flung open and a short man was thrown out followed by seething blond.

“Bakugou! I can explain!” The man on the ground had a mass of purple hair and a slight lisp as he cowered under the blond.

The blond, who he assumed was Bakugou, didn’t say anything, just slammed the door shut behind him and grabbed the man by the hair. He turned toward where Eijirou and Tetsu were standing, wide eyed and looking them up and down.

“Here for a beat down?” He asked with narrowed eyes, glaring with a tilt of his head.

“Yeah?” Eiijrou recognized the blond from his picture, but seeing him in person was a whole different ball game.

Now he could see all his proportions. Like how even under his big leather jacket, he could see the chest and shoulder to waist ratio, and how when he pushed past them, he could see the top of plush ass cheeks peaking out of the top of his sagging pants.

“Damn.” Tetsu whistled as the blond dragged the other man into the alley without waiting for them to follow.

They rounded the corner to see Bakugou now squatting down next to the begging man. It was quite a scene, the dude was covered in snot and tears as he blubbered apologies and excuses.

“I’ve told you nearly every day for a fucking month you asswipe. She doesn’t like you, has never liked you, will never like you. And that was just when you were constantly texting her!” Bakugou still had a grip on the guy’s hair as he spoke, his other hand curling into a fist and held poised ready to strike, “But then! You had to start showing up where she works! Not once, not twice! No, you shit stain of a human being, have showed up every” a punch to the stomach “fucking” one to the chest “day!”

The last punch landed right on the nose with a sickening crunch.

Bakugou dropped the screaming man, who rolled around on the ground and clutched at his bleeding nose, and stood up.

“Waste of space pervert!”

“Pleath! Bakhuhguh!”

A heavy booted foot lifted and kicked the man in the side, practically sending him flying to the mouth of the alley to land at Eijirou and Tetsu’s feet.

“Don’t let him get away!” He shouted as the man started to scramble to his feet a second after he landed.

Eijirou moved first, grabbing the guy by the scruff of his shirt to drag him back into the alley.

“Guths! Fellaths! Pleath halp me!” He turned to Eijirou and Tetsu, trying to plead with them.

“Based on what we’ve heard so far, I don’t think so bro.” Tetsu cracked his knuckles with a mean glare as Eijirou lifted him off the ground by the shirt with ease.

“Oh for fucks sake!” All four of them turned to the new voice behind them.

A woman stood behind Tetsu, hands planted on her hips as she glared at them, “I don’t like Mineta but this is too much Katsuki!”

Bakugou- Katsuki- grumbled and shoved his hands in his pockets, “Bitch deserved it.”

“I didn’t say that!” She huffed and gave her own punch to Mineta’s stomach that made him double over, still held up by Eijirou, “You can let him go.”

Eijirou dropped him and he scurried off as quick as he could.

Bakugou frowned and glared at his back but joined the group of them at the mouth of the alley.

“I’m Mina by the way, I doubt Katsuki gave you any context about why he called you two here.” Mina gave them a smile and held out her hand.

Tetsu took it and raised it to his lips, “Tetsutetsu, and the pleasure is ours.”

And suddenly the two of the disappeared, chatting quickly leading to flirting as the door to the dive bar shuts behind them.

“Well….that happened….” Eijirou scratched the back of his head and turned to Bakugou, “So do you want aH!”

Bricks scraped against his back as the blond crowded him against the alley wall. Both hands, one with knuckles covered in drying blood, were fisted into his shirt as a thigh was pressed between his legs.

“Hey Daddy.” Bakugou purred the name like a tease, “You gonna follow through on your promises?”

Ruby eyes blinked once, then twice, then it was Bakugou who’s back was pressed into the bricks.

Eijirou hoisted him up by the back of his thighs, forcing him to wrap his legs around his hips as he pressed their bodies together.

“Oh Baby Boy, I never go back on a promise.”

Their lips met with fire. Pure passion and heat as their tongues and teeth fought for dominance.

But it was a losing fight for Bakugou. All it took was a drag of his bottom lip between Eijirou’s sharp teeth and those pretty crimson eyes rolled.

“Fuck Daddy!”

The red head smirked and ducked his head to lock his teeth into pale skin, rolling his hips to show off just how well he would fuck his new baby into a mattress later.

“Let’s get out of here, shall be Baby?”

~The End

Chapter Text

CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, pet play, pup!Kiri, sex toys, praise, role play

Puppy’s mouth was a mess. Lips, teeth and tongue all stained a dark red, there was even a bit of drying juice on his cheek that his tongue just couldn’t reach.

But His Katsuki said a messy mouth meant he was a good boy!

He was a good boy. Followed all of His Katsuki’s commands! Sit, roll over, beg and fetch!

His Katsuki made him fetch so many times, running across the house this way and that after his favorite squeaky ball.

It was very fun, even if he was out of breath by the end of it.

“Good boy.” His Katsuki scratched behind his ears as he took the ball from Puppy’s mouth.

Puppy couldn’t help but give a small boof of happiness with his lazy smile.

His Katsuki chuckled and held out another cherry, “Such a loud boy today.”

The cherry was quickly eaten off stained fingers and another boof was his answer.

He was just too happy to stay quiet!

“That’s okay Puppy, I like hearing you. Present.” His Katsuki twirled his finger while pointing at the ground as he gave the command.

Puppy immediately turned on his knees so he was facing away from where His Katsuki was sitting on the couch and lifted his hips while pressing his chest down, back arching just like he’d been taught.

“Good boy. Very good boy.” Rough palms dragged over his lower back to pull apart plump tanned cheeks, “Wag your tail.”

Puppy wiggled his hips, feeling the sway of his stiff tail behind him whack softly into His Katsuki’s arms.

“Now still. I’m going to take your tail out so we can keep playing, speak if you understand.”

“Ruff!”

“Good boy.”

His tail was pulled from his hole so slow, causing Puppy to whine as the newer plug it was attached to was thicker than the previous one.

“Such a good boy, good Puppy.” The praises dripped over Puppy’s mind like a blanket, keeping him under and pupped out even without the weight of his tail holding him down.

“Now Puppy, I’m going to have some fun with your hole. I want to hear when I make you feel good, understand?” The tip of a single finger traced his stretched, lube wet rim as a tease.

“Ruff!”

“Good boy.”

The finger pressed in and Puppy barked.

~The End

Chapter Text

CW: NSFW, KiriBaku, stripping, piercings, sex toys, card games

“Hah!” Katsuki’s hand of cards scattered across the table revealing his full house.

Eijirou looked down at his straight with a frown, “You win bro. Wanna call it a night?”

Crimson eyes narrowed, “You a bitch all of a sudden Red?”

They had been playing strip poker since the power went off a few hours ago. They were at the end of the storm, hunkered down with the pets snoozing in the corner and candles flickering around them illuminating the dark living room.

It had been pretty even between them. Both shirts, all socks, and Katsuki’s shorts were gone.

And now Eijirou was regretting going commando today.

“I’m not but-”

“But nothing. Drop ‘em.”

The blond crossed his arms over his chest, pressing his plush pecs together in such a sinful way and flexing the thick muscles of his arms. 

It’s not like they haven’t seen each other naked before. They shared baths and locker rooms in school but that was years ago at this point and now they only caught glimpses of damp skin when they left the bathroom to go to their rooms.

So, Katsuki didn’t know about the addition Eijirou had gotten last year.

With a resigned sigh, he lifted his hips and off came his shorts.

His cock was half hard, had been since he’d been staring at Katsuki’s tits for the last twenty minutes, where it lay against his thigh and the black metal Prince Albert and ladder piercings glinting in the candle light.

The red head kept his eyes on the coffee table between them, leaned on one hand while the other rested in his lap, resisting the urge to cover himself up.

After what felt like forever, Eijirou coughed and looked up at his best friend.

Katsuki’s eyes were wide, locked on Eijirou’s lap, his arms had fallen from their crossed position to drape over his own legs and barely hid the obviously tent in his boxers.

“Holy shit…” He finally spoke, mouth agape as he stayed staring.

Eijirou didn’t know what to say, though his cock twitched at the attention.

“I want that in me.”

“What?!”

The blond seemed to ignore the sputtering protests as he shucked his own boxers and sat up on his knees. The ring of crimson in his eyes were now tracking the bead of pre cum that started to drip over the piercing and down the now fully hard shaft as he reached behind himself.

Eijirou’s voice died out in a wheeze as he heard his best friend let out a breathy moan that accompanied a truly lewd squelch.

A red silicone butt plug dropped onto the table, still shiny with lube.

Katsuki didn’t say anything about the fact that he was just casually wearing a plug while they were playing cards together in the dark but instead crawled around the table and sat himself in Eijirou’s lap.

“C’mon Red, you already lost the game. Can I have my prize?” A smirk Eijirou equated with victory crossed Katsuki’s lips as he pressed their bodies together.

He didn’t regret his lack of boxers anymore.

~The End

Chapter Text

CW: SFW, KiriBaku, injuries, online relationship, virtual reality

My Hero Online, or MHO for short, is a massive multiplayer online role playing game.

In fact it is the MMORPG.

Players create a hero-persona and save the world. At least it was only heroes to start. After a few updates, they added a villain option and PvP.

Now, years after its launch, it is still the biggest online virtual reality game on the market.

Every year there were polls and rankings for the top heroes and villains based on popularity and stats.

The best hero who had ever played was All_Might. He was one of the first players, some say he was a Day 1 player. He ranked at the top of the chart for years.

Katsuki looked up to him, was almost obsessed with All_Might’s skill at the game. He watched every public match, watched his streams, his interviews, even managed to be accepted to his Plus Ultra Training Academy when he was in high school.

He wanted to be the next number one.

And his character reflected that.

GEMGDynaMight.

One of the coolest things about MHO is the fact that every character had a different power. It was coded into the game with almost infinite possibilities.

GEMGDynaMight had Explosions.

By the time Katsuki graduated high school he was a top 100 ranked player and steadily climbing. And he did all that while graduating with honors and heading to college for Pre-Med.

He was going to be the best online and in real life.

The one thing he hadn’t considered was friendship. He had Deku, the stupid nerd who followed him around since they were babies and he had begrudgingly over the years considered him a friend, but other than him, Katsuki didn’t see the point.

Until RedR1ot literally crashed into his life.

Katsuki was in the middle of a PvE event, handling it just fine solo, when Red jumped into the fray and took one an explosion.

He clicked to the event chat in seconds to yell at the idiot but was met with laughter through his headphones.

“Wow bro! That Quirk is so cool!” RedR1ot wasn’t hurt, not even a scratch on his shield bar.

“Get out of the way asshole!” Katsuki ignored the giant red fuck and started his combo again on the bots.

The event ended in a victory, with Katsuki and Red bantering the whole time.

Red even sent him a friend request.

Katsuki absolutely did not stalk the fuckers profile.

RedR1ot. Top 500 player. Quirk: Hardening. Had a substantial friend list compared to Katsuki’s list of less than ten.

They did play well together. And their character’s quirks compliment well.

Fuck it.

Accept.

Red, turns out, was a persistent fucker.

Always invited Katsuki to events, matches, sometimes just to hang out.

But he didn’t work like that. Now that he was in college, he had to plan his time efficiently between classes, studying, and playing. He had a schedule to stick to and he wasn’t going to deviate from it.

But the more Red asked, the more they bantered and talked during matches, the more Katsuki wanted to give in.

He was like a puppy. Full of energy, outgoing, bright. Part of that came from his avatar.

Tall, buff, tanned skin, bright red spiky mane of hair, ruby red eyes and sharp shark-like teeth. He looked fierce and powerful, but acted like sunshine.

The first time he accepted a hang out request, he almost regretted it.

He spawned in at the top of a building and unequipped his gauntlets. He almost wished he could feel the way the wind brushed through his hair as he sat on the edge and dangled his legs.

“Hey Gem, glad you came!” Red spawned in and plopped down next to him.

“Whatever.” Katsuki didn’t know why the nickname ‘Gem’ made his stomach flop. Most people shortened his handle to DynaMight, but Red had always called him Gem.

“Seriously, you’re a cool dude.” Red bumped their shoulders together.

Katsuki rolled his eyes at the same time as his avatar, “I could be a chick for all you know.”

Red laughed bold and bright, “Still be a cool dude bro!”

It was weird.

Red made it so easy to talk to him, something that Katsuki couldn’t understand. No one was ever this easy to talk to, not Deku, not his parents, no one.

Yet here he was, wasting precious studying time, chatting away with Red.

They talked about their interests outside of MHO. Katsuki’s studies, Red’s training to be a fireman, their favorite movies and shows, foods, anything and everything under the sun.

He ended up adding a weekly hang out to his schedule.

Time went on, Katsuki graduated college and started Med School. Red became a fireman, and later with encouragement got endorsed as a paramedic as well.

Red was an important part of Katsuki’s life, but he didn’t even realize it until he was gone.

Three weeks and Red didn’t show for their hangs, didn’t answer DMs, just disappeared.

In all the years they had known each other, Katsuki had never asked his real name. Had never asked where he lived, or anything truly personal like that.

And he regretted it.

He didn’t know if Red was okay, he could have been hurt in the line of duty or worse. He didn’t want to think about, tried not to as he worked at his internship.

It was five weeks before he got a DM from Red.

‘Hey! Sorry for ghosting you!’

Katsuki felt like puking.

‘It’s fine.’

It wasn’t.

‘Can we hang tonight? There’s a lot I want to talk to you about.’

‘Sure.’ He’d change his schedule for the night.

It’s the same building. Even after all these years.

The same roof, their roof.

Red’s already there when he spawns in. Red hair flowing in the wind, like a sight for sore eyes.

“Hey Gem.”

Katsuki’s stomach still flips. There’s a change to Red’s avatar.

A scar over his right eye.

He sits down and bumps their shoulders together.

“So uh, long story short, I got hurt. Got hit in the head during a rescue.”

He doesn’t know what to say.

“It was touch and go for a while but I pulled through.” Red’s laugh was sad.

“I’m sorry.” Katsuki finally says lamely.

“Nah man, I saved a lot of people, lived my dream. Even if it’s over now.”

“Hah?”

Red sighs, “I lost part of my vision so I’m not qualified for duty anymore.”

Now he really doesn’t know what to say.

“You know, I wasn’t cleared to use screens until yesterday. Something to do with a head injury and stuff, you probably know mister doctor.”

Katsuki scoffed and shoved Red’s shoulder, “Makes sense. Must have been a bad blow.”

“Yeah. But I wasn’t worried about me, I’ll figure out my life but…” Red lets out a sigh, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You’re my best friend man, and I could have been…well, and you wouldn’t have ever known.”

“What’s your number.”

They still don’t know each other’s names, but now they have their actual phone numbers.

Texts flow between them just as well as conversations do. Red sends him memes and silly social media posts that have Katsuki snorting as much as he doesn’t want to admit it.

It’s a few months after Red’s injury that he asks where Katsuki lives.

He tries to take it back in a long series of texts full of emojis and pleas but Katsuki answers.

Red ends up being just an hour away by train.

They sit on that information for nearly a year.

It’s a decade of friendship before they actually meet.

Katsuki’s nervous. He doesn’t look too dissimilar to his avatar, had tried to keep it somewhat true to form. The blond hair was the same, he was shorter by a few inches, much less buff for obvious reasons, and the thick black frames slipping down his nose obscured the hazel of his eyes.

They were going to meet in a coffee shop. As cliche as that was.

He was wearing a MHO shirt and sitting in a back corner.

‘Here. Look for blond hair and MHO shirt.’

‘ETA ten Gem!’

His stomach wouldn’t stop flipping. Stupid nickname.

He tried to pick out Red anytime someone came in, but Katsuki honestly had no clue what the guy looked like. He glanced at his phone, ten minutes had gone by since he texted.

“Gem?”

He looked up.

The man standing there was about Katsuki’s height, his MHO hoodie was swallowing his frame, dark eyes were wide and hopeful under a thick curtain of black hair.

“Red?”

The man smiled.

~The End

Chapter Text

CW: Implied NSFW, KiriBaku, victory

The goal was always Victory.

Undisputed, ultimate victory.

It was even in his name.

Katsuki was born to be victorious.

It was his only goal, his dream and ambition.

For most of his life, the definition of his Victory didn’t change. Be the best, surpass All Might. He was achieving that victory, steadily climbing toward his goal until the first week of UA.

Then the mountain grew. The ground fell out beneath his feet.

His Victory kept getting further and further away with each passing day.

Because of Deku.

So he changed the definition.

Now, his Victory would be beating and staying ahead of Deku.

It didn’t really change when he learned the nerd’s secret.

No, it didn’t change again until his body moved on its own. And they were fighting a war.

Victory meant winning the war and living to tell the tale.

Well, he mostly lived.

He didn’t know what Victory meant after the war. He laid in a hospital bed, unable to feel his arm and his heart monitored by several machines and he wondered what he would do now.

Victory became the little things. Getting out of bed, lifting his arm, holding a pencil, feel his quirk spark against his skin.

Kissing Kirishima was a Victory he wasn’t expecting.

Then slowly, over the years, Victory was less about being a hero. He was still exceptional, still the best he could be, beat villains, saved the day, but that wasn’t his Victory anymore.

It was waking up to soft snores in his ear, it was kisses on tanned skin, it was cooking together then slow dancing to music only in their heads, it was the sweaty passion of tangled bodies.

Victory was having Kirishima Eijirou choose him, be with him, love him.

He achieved Victory every time Eijirou kissed his forehead good bye when he had an early shift, when ruby eyes stared at him with such reverence when he thought Katsuki wasn’t looking, when their bodies were connected as one with whispers of love passed between them that no other ears would ever hear.

Katsuki would always be victorious, so long as Eijirou was by his side.

~The End