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It had been a few years since the war ended. Long enough for scars to fade on the outside, but not nearly enough time for the weight of it all to really lift. Izuku Midoriya wasn’t a hero anymore. Not really. The power that once defined him: One For All and now it was gone. Just like that, stripped away in the final battle. What he had left was himself: a body that never quite healed right, a mind that carried too many sleepless nights, and a life that felt both too quiet and too loud at the same time. Now, he was just a teacher at U.A. No quirks, no battlefield, no headlines, just textbooks, lesson plans, and the nervous energy of kids trying to learn what it meant to survive out there as heroes.

And it was fine. Really. He told himself that every morning, and most days he could even believe it. He wasn’t bitter, not exactly. Sure, he missed it; the rush, the purpose, the fire in his chest that used to keep him moving but at least he could prepare the next generation better than anyone else. If nothing else, his students would have a fighting chance in the world he’d nearly burned himself out trying to save. That was worth something.

But today wasn’t just another day. Today was the anniversary. Four years to the day since the war ended, and four years since Izuku lost everything that made him “Deku.” U.A. had closed its doors for the day in silent acknowledgment, letting staff and students breathe and remember however they needed to. This left Izuku alone in his apartment, while all his friends, heroes still in the thick of it, were out patrolling or managing their agencies.

He thumbed open the group chat and fired off a quick message: [Anyone not working today?]

The replies came in fast, one after another: busy, patrol, meetings, agency work. All tied up. Of course they were. Izuku let the phone drop onto the couch with a heavy sigh. He groaned, dragging himself into the kitchen where the familiar ritual of making tea was more therapy than thirst. The water boiled, the tea steeped, and the silence pressed in harder than he liked to admit. Anxiety? Depression? Those were old friends by now. Everyone carried some kind of baggage after the war; his was just heavier in some places than others.

“Four years and one day now,” he muttered, not to anyone in particular, unless you counted the orange tabby stretching lazily on the counter. Vermillion. His little companion through the quiet, and ironically named, considering how bright and loud the cat’s fur was.

“Vermillion. Breakfast,” Izuku said, his voice softening as he popped open the can of wet food. He slid the bowl across the floor, watching the cat pad over happily. No Danger Sense anymore, a man feeding his cat, pretending he wasn’t listening for threats he couldn’t hear anymore.

Once the food was down, Izuku grabbed his wallet, keys, and phone. Time to run errands, which were mundane tasks for a man who used to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

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The grocery store parking lot was crowded, the kind of normal bustle that should’ve felt comforting. But the second Izuku stepped out of his car, he felt it; that prickle at the back of his neck, the kind of awareness no quirk had ever given him. Someone was watching. A hooded figure. Close, deliberate. Following.

He noticed, of course. He wasn’t oblivious. But instead of panic or fear, all he felt was a tired kind of acceptance. If it was a mugger, a petty thief, or someone looking for a fight, well, fine. He’d dealt with worse. Way worse. Compared to what he’d already lived through, a basic robbery almost felt like a break.
The closer he got to the store entrance, the stronger the unease gnawed at him. Something was off. He could feel eyes on him, even if his quirkless body had no built-in warning anymore. He exhaled through his nose, sharp, almost irritated, and spoke low without breaking stride.

“You’re not the greatest at stalking, you know. If you’re trying to rob me, save yourself the trouble. I don’t have much. I’m not a pro hero anymore. Sure, U.A. pays me well enough to keep the lights on, but it’s not like I walk around with it stuffed in my pockets.”

His voice carried a flat edge of exhaustion more than fear. He even shrugged lazily, talking over his shoulder like he was scolding a kid who should’ve known better.

Then he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh. More tired than wary, really. When he finally turned to face the so-called shadow, there was nothing. No one there. Just cars, carts, and a handful of people too busy with their own lives to care about him.

“You’re going insane, Izuku… fucking insane.” The words slipped out, sharp and bitter. He muttered it to himself, eyes narrowing at the sidewalk before forcing them back toward the store entrance.

And that’s when the mumbling began. His old habit. The same frantic stream of thought that had once mapped out strategies and hero plans now churned out paranoia and half-formed fears.

“Maybe I should just… see a therapist. Kacchan’s been on my ass about that for months. Hell, he’s seeing one himself, which, wow, I never thought I’d see the day. But would anyone even listen to me? Really listen? Or would they lock me up in some padded room after hearing about the nightmares? The flashbacks? The whole PTSD package deal?”

His hand twitched up to his mouth, teeth gnawing at his nails. He barely noticed the way passing civilians gave him a wide berth, trading quick side glances at the muttering man in a green hoodie talking to himself.

Groceries suddenly didn’t feel important anymore. Screw it. They could wait.

Izuku pivoted hard and made his way back toward his car, steps quickening as his chest tightened. A panic attack threatened to rip its way out, sharp and crushing. He forced himself into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel like an anchor. He couldn’t see past the spiral in his own head, the rising tide of panic, the racing heart, the ragged breaths.

So he didn’t notice. Not the faint shuffle behind him, not the subtle weight of another presence. The hooded figure was there, crouched low in the back seat, silent and waiting.

Izuku dragged in air, tried to steady his breathing, and forced himself through the same grounding technique Katsuki had hammered into him during one of their raw, too-honest late-night talks. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Again.

Finally, the panic ebbed enough for him to turn the key in the ignition. The engine rumbled to life, and he pulled out of the lot with tunnel vision, desperate to get home. Home meant Vermillion, soft fur, and steady purring. Home meant comfort, escape, the promise of shutting the world out for just one more day.

He didn’t even realize the danger was already in the car with him

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The drive home blurred together. Izuku barely remembered the red lights or turns. His mind was a tight coil of frayed thoughts, each one snapping against the next until all he wanted was silence. Just his apartment with Vermillion waiting by the door, and one night of pretending he wasn’t broken.

He parked, locked the car without thinking, and trudged up the steps to his place. Keys jingled. The door clicked open. The smell of cat food and faint tea leaves greeted him, grounding him in something familiar.

“Vermillion,” he called softly, dropping his bag by the door. The orange tabby darted out of the hallway, tail high, meowing like he hadn’t been fed hours ago. Izuku cracked a tired smile and bent down to scoop him up. “There you are, buddy. Daddy’s home.”

The cat purred against his chest, and for a moment, the day’s weight slipped off his shoulders. He shut the door, kicked his shoes aside, and shuffled deeper into the apartment.

That’s when he froze.

There was a sound. A shift. Something subtle from the living room. His head snapped toward it, body tense, every instinct firing despite the lack of Danger Sense. He set Vermillion down, his eyes narrowing as his hand instinctively reached for a weapon he didn’t have anymore.

And then the voice came.

“You live smaller than I expected.”

Izuku’s blood turned cold. He spun around.

Sitting casually on his worn-out couch was a figure in a hooded jacket. The same one that had been following him. The same shadow from the store. Only now the hood was down. And staring back at him… was himself.

Green eyes. Messy curls. Freckles. Same face, same voice; but older. Sharper. Hardened in a way even war hadn’t left him. This Izuku looked heavier, his posture coiled with violence, his expression empty of the gentle warmth Izuku still carried, even buried under trauma.

Izuku’s breath caught. His throat worked, but no words came. Finally, he managed to rasp: “The hell…?”

The other Izuku tilted his head, studying him like prey, or maybe like a mirror he didn’t quite recognize.

“I wondered if you’d notice me,” the stranger said. His voice was low, hoarse, but it cut through the room like a blade. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve gotten soft.”

Izuku’s heart hammered in his chest. His mouth was dry. “Who-what-”

“I’m you,” the figure interrupted coldly, leaning forward with elbows on his knees. “Just… not from here. Call it another world. Another war. A world where things ended differently. Where I didn’t lose everything.”

Izuku’s knees nearly buckled. He grabbed the counter for support, shaking his head violently. “Bullshit. No. That’s- That’s impossible.”

The other Izuku smirked. A sharp, tired thing. He raised a hand, and for a second, flames of One For All crackled across his knuckles, green lightning dancing like it had in the old days.

Izuku stumbled back, breath caught in his chest, eyes wide in disbelief. His stomach lurched. “That… that’s mine. That was mine.”

The other Izuku stood, and in that moment, the apartment felt too small, too claustrophobic, like the walls were closing in. Vermillion hissed, backing under the table.

“No,” the isekai’d Izuku said flatly. “It’s mine. And I’m here for a reason.”

Izuku’s back hit the wall, hard enough to rattle the picture frame hanging there. His mind raced, cataloguing every useless self-defense move he remembered from his training days. Against this version of himself with a quirk, none of it would matter. Every muscle in his body screamed run, but his legs stayed locked in place.

Vermillion darted out from under the couch like an orange streak, tail puffed and ears flat, and bolted down the hallway. The hiss echoed off the bathroom door as the cat squeezed through and vanished, the door clicking shut behind him like even he wanted no part of this.

“What… what are you here for?” Izuku managed. His voice was small, shaky, but still threaded with that old stubbornness that refused to die.

The other Izuku didn’t answer right away. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, eyes fixed on his quirkless counterpart like he was trying to see through him. “Tell me,” he said finally, voice low and almost soft. “Did your nightmares stop?”

The question punched a hole right through Izuku’s chest. His throat went dry. He could feel the other’s breath now, the closeness unbearable. “N-Not really…” he admitted, swallowing hard. His hands curled into fists at his sides, trembling.

“I can fix that.” The isekai’d Izuku tilted his head slightly, the motion both curious and predatory. His hand rose, gentle but deliberate, and landed on the teacher’s shoulder. Warm. Steady. The touch of someone who knew him.

Izuku’s pulse spiked. Everything inside him screamed danger even as the voice in front of him stayed calm, even tender.

“Do you trust me?” the other asked quietly.

“I don’t even kn-”

“-Know me? Yeah.” The other Izuku’s lips curled faintly. “I figured.”

For a moment, the apartment was dead silent. The ticking of the kitchen clock sounded like a gunshot. Silence still lingered in the air, a weirdly domestic backdrop to the impossible thing in front of him.

Within the blink of an eye, the palpable air thick with tension, Izuku had been pressed up against the wall, being kissed by himself. His twin from another world. Fuck, and it was soft lips, making him melt almost. It had been a long while since anyone had kissed him, let alone even touched him like he was being touched right now.

Isekai'd Izuku smirks, looking at his counterpart within that kiss, tracing his finger down the freckled skin as black whip took off their shirts. "I've always wanted to fuck myself. Maybe I'll give you one for all before I go back home. However. You know how it's supposed to be passed on. DNA and all. But hair? No. I got a better idea."

Before Izuku could even respond, he was dragged down to the bedroom by Black Whip and placed on the bed. Somehow, between the living room and the bedroom, his clothes were stripped from his body, leaving him bare to the Isekai.

One for all, Izuku grins at the sight and licks his lips. "Damn. Forgot how beautiful I was. Better in person and not in a mirror." His hands moved down already, spreading those thighs with his tongue, tracing the freckles.

Izuku held back a moan at the gentle touch, only to yelp when his butt cheeks were smacked and rubbed. "F .. fuck"

"You haven't been touched in a while. Look at that. Your cock is already coming to life with eagerness." Black Whip moved and wrapped itself around the balls tightly. "Don't want you cumming too soon now. I want to actually enjoy this."

Izuku blushed deeply before arching at the whip wrapping itself around him. Then he was suddenly flipped onto his stomach and his ass angled in the air. A finger sliding in at the pink rim, spreading and angling itself right in.

Behind Izuku, the other one wrapped their hand around their own cock and started to stroke themselves. "Such a beautiful sight." Cooed Isekai'd Izuku, listening to the other trying to hide the moans.

Izuku pressed his face into the pillow when two more fingers entered his ass past the rim and hooked inside. The prostate being hit finally by the curling fingers made him a mess. Shaking and wanting to cum. "Plea-"

"No. Not yet. I haven't even entered you yet with my cock. You need a good stretching, but if you're impatient, I can enter now. I prepped enough." Isekai'd Izuku smirks, squeezing the right side ass cheek, leaving a mark from his nails. The fingers left the rim for now while his hands tended to his own cock. "Gonna paint your back white first. Then I'll feed you my next orgasm. Your ass looks hungry

Izuku, being literally fucked over, shoved his face further into the soft pillow to hide his moans. He hadn't felt this much pleasure in so long and didn't even want it to end. He wanted more, going to beg for more, only to let out a loud moan, and feeling the cock at his entrance. He didn't even feel the hot, warm seed panting his back.

His ass hungrily started to take in the already hardening cock, arching back and pressing towards it.

"Fuck. Such a tight rim." Isekai'd Izuku arched, sliding in fully into that tight ass and resting once fully in. Giving a chance for the ass he pressed into, getting used to it.

"Fu...fuck!" Izuku wanted to cum. Desperately. "I'll be good. Promise. Please!"

"If I let your cock go, can you control yourself? If you even let the smallest drop out. I will wrap it again and not let you cum for another hour. Deal?"

Izuku could only nod and agree as he moaned loudly when the thrusts began. With his cock hard and unwrapped from the black whip, he bit down onto the pillow, doing his best not to let a single drop escape his reddened cock.

"Good boy!" Isekai'd Izuku spoke up, giving praise, slamming into the abused asshole now right for the prostate.

Izuku groaned louder, doing his best, his cock leaking slight precum, but not a drop hit the bed sheets yet.

After a moment of straight impacts into his prostate, he felt it. The warm seed spreads right into his guts, and he hears the other Izuku panting. "Now you can cum. Cum for me."

Izuku didn't have to be told twice when he painted the bed white.

"Good boy. Now open up" Isekai'd Izuku had collected his own cum from subspaced Izuku into his hand and shoved it into his mouth. "Congratulations. You have one for all back."

Before Izuku could even respond or ask questions, everything went black.

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Izuku jolted awake, his body snapping upright in the driver’s seat. His chest was damp with sweat, shirt clinging uncomfortably to his skin. The steering wheel still dug into his hands, his knuckles white from clutching it too hard. The car engine was silent. The store lights across the lot glared faintly through the windshield, blurring into halos.

Had he… never left?

Heart pounding, he blinked rapidly, trying to force the fog out of his brain. The apartment, the other him, the hand on his shoulder, his cock being touched and his body used; it was gone. All of it. Just the stale smell of his car, the faint buzz of a streetlamp, the sound of someone’s shopping cart squeaking in the distance.

“Was I… dreaming?” His voice cracked in the stillness. Panic attack, exhaustion, trauma; sure, maybe his brain just broke down on him. Wouldn’t be the first time.
But then he felt it.

A prickle under the skin, like static before a storm. His fingers twitched, and the world tilted when he saw it, emerald sparks arcing across his knuckles, bright and alive, crawling up his arms in jagged patterns.

Izuku’s breath hitched, throat locking tight. He lifted his hand higher, and the green lightning flared brighter, wrapping his forearm, licking across his shoulders, dancing in sharp bursts like it had all those years ago.

“No… no, this… this isn’t…” He stared wide-eyed, unable to tear his gaze away. His whole body trembled, not from weakness but from the raw power humming beneath his skin. His skin.

The sensation was too familiar. Too real.

“One For All…” he whispered, the name like a forbidden prayer on his lips.

A laugh bubbled in his throat, broken, disbelieving, dangerously close to hysterical. Was this another panic-born hallucination? Was he finally losing it completely? Or had that other version of himself, the one with eyes like his but harder, sharper, actually been here?

Izuku pressed his hand flat against the steering wheel, and the leather sizzled under the crackle of green sparks. The smell of burning filled the car. He yanked it back with a gasp, staring at the faint scorch mark left behind.

Real. Too real.

Izuku gripped his head, eyes wild, breathing sharp and uneven. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to scream, laugh, or sob.

If he had One For All again… then what had really happened in that apartment? And more importantly, whose power was this now?

Chapter Text

When Katsuki Bakugou was younger, before he even knew what it meant to be strong, he’d whispered a wish into the night. It was stupid, childish, but it came from somewhere raw: a wish on a star, begging for a way out. A way out of his house, away from the constant biting remarks of his mother, away from her sharp temper that always came down on him harder than he could handle. There were times when he found himself shoved into a closet, the walls pressing in, his small body trembling with anger he didn’t yet know how to direct. That was when the wish burned brightest in his chest. He wanted to escape. Freedom. Anything but that.

As years passed, he buried the memory. He grew taller, sharper, louder, and angrier, and he decided he didn’t need stupid wishes anymore. He had power. He had grit. He had ambition. The fragile boy who once prayed to the stars got buried beneath the explosive ego of someone determined never to be weak again. But forgotten wishes have a way of festering, of twisting into something you don’t see coming. The universe didn’t ignore him. It just answered in a form he couldn’t have predicted, one that carried the stench of danger and smoke.

The League of Villains. More specifically, a scarred monster with blue flames licking off his skin like death itself. That was how it happened, how his buried plea was answered in the ugliest way possible. One mistake during patrol, one slip in focus, and suddenly Bakugou found himself dragged off the streets, stripped of control, and dumped into a cell like he was nothing more than prey.

This wasn’t some kid’s nightmare. He wasn’t the boy locked in a closet anymore. He’d graduated, built his own agency, and proven himself more times than anyone could count. But still, somehow, the bastard with the fire had gotten the drop on him. The wish he’d once made wasn’t salvation: It was a curse that came back to claim him.

That curse, the living reminder of a wish twisted into something vile, and now, he stood at the cell entrance. The dim light caught the jagged burn scars across his face, the unnatural blue fire still dancing faintly at his fingertips like a warning. His expression wasn’t smug, not yet. Just a flat, menacing scowl that said Bakugou’s suffering was nothing more than routine.

“Finally awake,” he muttered, voice dry and edged with amusement. “Guess the chloroform hit harder than I expected. Didn’t want you waking up early and blowing my damn face off.” He exhaled slowly, a tired sort of sigh, before crossing his arms as if Bakugou’s captivity was no more pressing than a cigarette break.

“Fuck off, you fucking prick,” Bakugou snarled, his voice low, dangerous, and raw from disuse. He forced himself upright against the cold metal wall, glaring like his hatred alone could melt through the bars. His lips curled into something halfway between a snarl and a grin, the kind of feral response he had always carried like armor. Even chained, even stripped of his freedom, he refused to give Dabi the satisfaction of fear.
The cell reeked of damp concrete and rust. Bakugou sat slumped against the wall, wrists cuffed in heavy restraints that pulsed faintly with a suppression field. Every breath out of him was sharp, defiant. Across the bars, Dabi leaned casually, arms crossed, the faint glow of blue fire humming at his side like an ever-present threat.

“Cute,” Dabi said flatly, tilting his head at Bakugou’s snarl. “Still got that little bark. Guess the leash isn’t choking you hard enough.”

Bakugou bared his teeth. “The fuck do you want? You think locking me up is gonna do shit? You think this cage makes you bigger than me? I’ll burn you down with my fucking hands the second these come off.” He yanked hard against the restraints, the sound of metal grinding echoing through the cell.

Dabi smirked faintly, though his eyes stayed cold. “That’s the thing about cages, kid. They’re designed for dogs that don’t know when to shut up. And you? You’re just noise. Loud. Predictable. Always have been.”

“Predictable?!” Bakugou spat, muscles coiling like he could explode on the spot if only the tech allowed it. “You don’t know the first thing about me. You couldn’t handle me even if you tried.”

Dabi chuckled under his breath, stepping closer so the faint heat of his flames licked between the bars. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. I know exactly what you are. A brat that begged the world to save him when he was too weak to save himself. Funny how that wish came crawling back, huh?”

Bakugou froze for half a second, just enough for Dabi to notice. His scowl deepened, but his voice didn’t waver. “You shut the fuck up.”

“Oh, I hit something.” Dabi’s tone dripped with amusement now, scarred lips curling. “Little Katsuki, wishing on stars like some fairy-tale princess. And now here you are.... trapped, helpless, and still trying to convince yourself you’re a monster. But I’ve seen monsters. You?” He leaned in close, eyes flickering with firelight. “You’re just a kid who never grew out of throwing tantrums.”

“Say that again,” Bakugou growled, his whole body trembling with restrained fury. “Say it again and I swear-”

“You’ll what?” Dabi cut him off, smirk widening. “Scream louder? Break your wrists trying to play hero from behind bars? Face it; you’re not in control here. I am. And the longer you keep pretending otherwise, the more fun this gets for me.”

Bakugou’s glare was molten, searing, but powerless in the face of steel and fire. He spat at the ground between them, voice sharp as a blade. “Enjoy it while it lasts, asshole. Because the second I’m out of here... you’re ash!”

Dabi’s laugh was low, dark, and chilling. He turned away, hands sliding into his pockets. “Good. I like my toys angry. Makes breaking them that much sweeter. And ashes, you say? That's my line." With that, he walked away, leaving Katsuki alone for the time being.

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Hours bled together in a haze of exhaustion and chemical fog. At some point, Bakugou’s body gave out. When he clawed his way back to consciousness, the world was different. No cell bars. No concrete floor, but instead, the flat, sterile glare of overhead lights and the weight of restraints pinning him down. Thick straps crossed over his chest and wrists, leather biting into skin every time he shifted. His legs were tied, too. He was stretched out on something softer than a cot, but it felt more like a surgical table than a bed.

Bakugou gritted his teeth, a snarl caught in his throat. He jerked against the bindings, muscles straining until the mattress groaned, but the straps didn’t budge. Whoever set this up knew exactly how strong he was and planned for it.

“Good morning, princess,” came that same gravel-and-smoke drawl. Dabi was leaning in the corner, half-shadowed, his arms folded like he had all the time in the world. His blue eyes caught the sterile light and held it, sharp and cold. “Sleep well? Bed’s an upgrade from the cell, don’t you think?”

Bakugou’s glare could have set the room on fire if his quirk hadn’t been suppressed. “The fuck is this? You got tired of staring at me behind bars, so now you’re playing nurse?”

Dabi chuckled, low and humorless. “Bars are too impersonal. This-” he gestured at the straps pinning him down “-this feels intimate. Personal. Makes it easier to… talk.”

“Talk?” Bakugou spat, struggling again just to prove he wasn’t broken. “You think strapping me to a fucking bed is gonna make me spill anything? You’re dumber than you look.”

“Relax,” Dabi said, almost amused. He pushed off the wall and stepped closer, the soles of his boots scraping softly against the tile. “I don’t want intel. I don’t care about your hero buddies or your shiny little agency. I want you. The kid behind the explosions. The one who used to make wishes on stars because he didn’t know what else to do.”

Bakugou’s breath hitched before he could stop it, a flash of something hot and unwanted behind his ribs. He masked it with a growl. “You don’t know shit about me.”

Dabi leaned over him, close enough that Bakugou could smell the faint scorched scent of his patched skin. His voice dropped to a whisper. “I know enough. I know you’re still that same brat who hates being powerless more than anything else in the world. And right now? You’re as powerless as it gets.”

Bakugou jerked hard against the restraints again, his voice a raw roar: “I’ll fucking kill you!”

Dabi smiled faintly, not with joy but with cruel satisfaction. “Good. That’s the fire I want.”

Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the satisfaction he gave this monster. "The hell does that mean?!" Finally, he noticed. He had no clothes on, which made him immediately blush. Reactive, of course, as if setting off a chemical reaction. "The fuck are my clothes?!"

"They would just get in the way." Dabi moved in closer, eyeing the scarred-up skin much to Katsuki's dismay. "I'm sure you're able to ask, but get in the way of what? Yeah. I figured. However, those scars-" He gestured across to the ones on the legs and shoulders. "They look older than your usual one from battle."

“Doesn’t fucking matter…” Bakugou muttered, eyes cutting away from Dabi like the man wasn’t worth his breath. He set his jaw tight, trying to bury the crack Dabi had pressed open. But the moment he looked away, his mind betrayed him. It wound backward without permission, digging up the days he’d worked so hard to drown under explosions and ego.

The scars didn’t start on the battlefield. They started at home.

He remembered one night, too sharp to fade even years later. He’d mouthed off, refused to do what his mother demanded. She wanted him to put that explosive temper to use on a “test subject”; a harmless kid, quirkless, green eyes wide and too trusting for his own good. Izuku. Katsuki had balked. He’d sneered, yelled, and thrown his defiance at her instead. And she’d snapped.

The yelling came first. The sting of her hand came second. But it was the closet door slamming shut, the suffocating dark pressing in, that carved the memory into him. He could still feel the heat of his palms sparking in the dark, the panic twisting into rage, the shame of knowing he’d stood his ground only to be punished for it.

Back in the sterile light of the room, he flexed his hands against the restraints. The leather bit down, reality pulling him back from the memory, but his chest still burned with that same trapped fury.

Dabi tilted his head, watching him carefully, like he could see the past painting itself across Bakugou’s face. “There it is,” he said softly. “That look. You’re not fighting me anymore, you’re fighting her. Fighting closets and stars and ghosts.” His voice was steady, cutting. “And I didn’t even have to touch you.”

Bakugou snapped his head back toward him, teeth bared. “You don’t get to fucking talk about her.” His voice cracked like dynamite on concrete.

Dabi’s smirk was small, satisfied. “I don’t have to. You’re doing it for me.”

Seems I should let you rest. You're safe here. I won't let any harm come to you." He continued looking at Katsaki with... pity?

Pitty... That was new to Katsuki, well, new from a villain that is. Usually, he didn't ask questions or even give them a chance to show pity. Only fear.

This time, however. It was different. Did he see compassion in the scarred menace? Before he could even ask what those looks were for or what Dabi seemed interested in the scars, the man disappeared. Leaving Katsuki alone in the dark.

This happened for at least a few days. Months? Weeks? Hard to tell the time when locked in a room without a clock or a window.

His needs were taken care of, even fed and given water. He denied it for the first few days until his body truly betrayed him, needing to hydrate at least. Why was this villain being so nice to him, and how did he know about that stupid fucking wish as a kid?

Dabi crossed his arms, leaning against the doorway way watching Katsuki think he was alone. The scars and beauty this blond had, it happens to drive him wild. However, he didn't want to make a move fully, maybe a villain, but not a monster.

“Why are you… being so -” Katsuki’s voice caught in his throat, uncertainty flickering in his expression. “You know… kind?” He shook his head, searching for the right word. “No- caring. That’s it. Caring.”
He finally spoke more fully, turning when he glimpsed Dabi framed in the doorway, momentarily lost in thought.

Dabi stepped across the threshold, as if drawn by some invisible current. Katsuki’s gaze followed him. He advanced slowly, as though each step carried a weight of hesitation until Dabi stood before him. With a gentle deliberation, Dabi reached out, his fingertip tracing a line across Katsuki’s cheek. He cupped the soft skin there, in an intimate gesture steeped in sincerity.

“I like you... a lot,” Dabi murmured, his voice low but firm. The words hung between them. And in that silence, Katsuki felt the fullness of them more than any confession he had ever heard.

Katsuki blinks a few times, wondering if what he heard wasn't actually a joke or something he imagined. "I-..You what?"

"Ugh, don't make me say it again. I hate feelings, and you questioning what you heard is only making this more awkward. Forget it." Dabi huffed as he turned his back and shook his head. "Never-"

"I like you too." That really made Dabi stop in complete shock. "What?"

"Yeah. I do." Katsuki huffed as his cheeks were red. "You seem to know a lot about me. Not even that damn nerd could have guessed. Or could be Stockholm syndrome, but whatever." He shrugged as best he could under the straps.

"I mean, I did find a dildo box with your favorite items at your apartment. A toy box as well, and romance novels of enemies to lovers. Makes me wonder." Dabi smirks, tilting his head, looking over at Katsuki

Katsuki blushed a deep red as he looked over at Dabi. "You went through my shit?!"

"Yes. And you are one horny bastard. Let me tell you. Would you like me to use one of your romance novels and help with your needs?" Dabi continued as he lightly traced his fingertips down lower to the thigh, but didn't touch the now twitching cock.

Katsuki, trying to ignore how turned on he was from all of this, turned his head away, gulping. "I--mean...Yeah. I...please."

Dabi smirks and moves over to the straps, freeing him. "You want to be filled?"

"Pl..please." Katsuki fully begged as he sat up from the table, looking at Dabi. Maybe that food was lace, but whatever. Now he needed a moment. Turned on fully by a villain speaking so sweetly to him.

"I should prep you then first." Dabi moved to a table in the corner, getting lube and returning now with his finger coated with the thecold-lookingg gel. Katsuki had placed his hands on the bed and his back to Dabi with his ass out for him while braced against the bed.

The fingers immediately didn't hesitate, spreading the ass cheeks and lathering the crack and rim with lube. Katsuki groaned, feeling those hands and fingers against him. "Fu...fuck." He went to touch his own dic; however, Dabi stopped and shoved his hands down against the straps to hold them down. "Not allowed to touch." He growled, biting down on the shoulder.

Katsuki gasped at the bite as he closed his eyes tightly. He only moaned instead of arguing when those two fingers went into the rim, stretching him. "Damn, so tight, Katsuki," Dabi spoke low against the blonde's ear, nipping at the earlobe now. Katsuki grinded back against the fingers while Dabi was aiming for the special spot. He added two more fingers, truly spreading the pro hero under his fingers further.

Katsuki groaned before immediately arching when his prostate got touched with his cock hard and dripping slightly with precum. "ple..please let me cum. Touch me."

"Not yet," Dabi spoke low and softly, taking his fingers out. His own cock was hard between his two legs. He lined himself up against the entrance with the tip just barely entering the rim. He was slow. "Should know. Jacob's ladder, you will feel a ring bump. Though it is similar to one of those toys I found. Makes me wonder if you like that." He slid in further, getting a louder moan from Katsuki.

"Fu...fuck. You have a Jacobs piercing ladder?" He shoved his face into the bed when Dabi bottomed out. "So big..."

"I haven't even started thrusting yet." Dabi chuckled softly, watching Katsuki. "Fuck.." He responded to Dabi as he arched, feeling the cock move out before slamming right back into him. His own cock hung between his legs, unable to touch it, wanting to cum. "You'll have to cum without touching your dick," Dabi smirks, thrusting a bit faster. He wanted to see tears on Katsuki's face. Dabi was close. Very close as he bit down on Katsuki's shoulder, leaving a dark mark. His mouth moved to the neck now, biting and sliding his tongue along to break the blood vessels. He wanted to leave several of these bruises. Which he did.

He slammed in again, really into Katsuki's guts, sending a load "Fuck. Your ass was hungry, wasn't it? Gonna have to plug you up too. I wanna see you bulging full of my cum. Looks like you're pregnant."

Katsuki's cheeks were so red as he came from the sheer amount of cum he felt in his guts. "You read my trashy romance novels?" The no touching and the fantasy of looking pregnant for his dom happened to be in his favorite novel. How Dabi figured that out was beyond him.

"Let's get you plugged and cleaned up. Should let you rest as well." Dabi smirks, sliding out from that ass and placing a butt plug he got from the nearby table. He slid it in with a pop, letting Katsuki feel it.

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Izuku and Katsuki stirred awake, groggy and disoriented, finding themselves lying on cold, metallic flooring. The air was unnervingly still, carrying none of the familiar background noise of the city they were used to. As their eyes adjusted, they realized they weren’t in an ordinary room at all. It was a cell. The walls weren’t made of concrete or steel bars but of a strange, transparent material that shimmered faintly like glass yet radiated a faint hum, more like an energy barrier than anything solid. A subtle pulse of light traveled along its surface every few seconds, almost like it was alive, reminding them both that this was no simple imprisonment.

The last memory either of them had was a hazy blur: finishing a late-night patrol together, laughing over coffee at a quiet shop, and then, suddenly, an explosion of blinding white light swallowing everything. No warning. No time to react. And now, here they were, stripped from the world they knew and dropped into this sterile, alien silence.

Izuku groaned, pushing himself up and rubbing his aching head. His gaze flicked to the figure in the adjacent cell, only a few feet away. Relief washed through him when he saw familiar spiky blond hair.

“Any idea where we are, Kacchan?” Izuku finally broke the silence, his voice rough but steady, though the unease in his eyes betrayed him.

Katsuki sat hunched forward, on his knees, scanning the perimeter with sharp eyes. His expression was a mix of irritation and suspicion.

“Why the fuck would I know that?” he snapped, though his tone was more frustration than genuine anger. His eyes narrowed as he studied the shimmering barrier between them. “Maybe some villains grabbed us. Or maybe something worse. Either way, I don’t like it.”

His hands curled into fists, tiny sparks of nitroglycerin sweat popping faintly as if he was already gearing up for a fight, but the barrier’s quiet hum almost felt like it was mocking them, daring them to try.

Izuku swallowed hard, his mind already spinning with theories and possibilities, but none of them explained the pit in his stomach or why he had the strange feeling that someone, somewhere, was watching them.

Before long, someone strolled down the hallway. They had red hair on one half and white on the other. Humanoid-looking-looking looking at least, if you could get past the fact they weren't wearing clothes at all. On their backside was a long, pointed tail, stopping in front of the cell. They didn't say a word, and it merely gave a view for Izuku and Katsuki to gaze upon the figure. Between the legs wasn't a normal dick; it had two knots. Sizeable, about eight inches long, hanging limp, with tentacles along the figured back. At least four,r, but didn't really move much for now.

Katsuki moved in front of Izuku as if to protect him from this unknown figure, glaring darkly. "The hell?! We have to be dreaming, right?"

Izuku shook his head. If we were dreaming, which one of us is dreaming at this point?" He looks back at the figure who now squats down, staring at the two humans in the cell with what looks like... curiosity? Lust? Whatever it was, it was creepy.

Todoroki stood back up, typing some code into the wall. He tapped the mic and tilted his head. "Hmm. Wonder if this is working now." He glanced at the two, noticing that Izuku and Katsuki could understand him now. "Good. Hello humans."

Katsuki blinks, staring. "The hell do you want from us? Why are we here?!" He had his arms around Izuku protectively while glaring. "And where are your clothes?"

"Clothes? Oh. You mean that fabric you're wearing. Don't need it," Todoroki shrugged once, leaning back slightly on those tentacles. "You're here because I want you both as my mates."

"The hell? No. Fuck off," Izuku suddenly piped up as he stared down Todoroki, wrapping his arm around Katsuki's arm. If it was a nightmare, he wanted to wake up. Right now.

"Don't worry. You'll come around eventually to the idea." Todoroki simply shrugged at that and smiled, tilting his head. "Especially when I can show you so much more than what Earth could've."

Katsuki’s instincts kicked in fast. He shifted back toward the rear of his cell, one arm instinctively sweeping out just enough to edge Izuku behind him. His eyes narrowed into a dangerous glare at the figure standing outside the barrier.

“Go to hell, half-and-half bastard,” he spat, voice dripping venom.

The figure didn’t flinch. Todoroki tilted his head slightly, his mismatched eyes calm and unbothered, as if the insult hadn’t even registered. “What… is this hell you speak of?” he asked, tone utterly flat. “Perhaps I should study human language more carefully later.” He waved his hand vaguely, as though dismissing his own thought. “Regardless, we scanned you both for your preferred meals. Food and water have been provided. Please eat. You are safe here.”

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, his footsteps echoing softly until the silence returned, leaving the two of them in the humming glow of their cells.

Izuku’s eyes darted to the untouched trays of food now sitting neatly in the corner of each enclosure. His throat was dry, but unease tightened his chest.

“So… aliens?” Katsuki broke the silence first, cocking a sharp eyebrow at him.

Izuku gave a slow nod, chewing at his lip. His voice dropped low, the unease twisting his words. “Aliens. Aliens who apparently want to mate with us.”

The words hung heavy in the air. Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, eyes fixed on the tray of steaming food. “Should we even eat what they’re giving us?”

“Hell no.” Katsuki huffed, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the barrier wall. Sparks flickered faintly from his palms, more from agitation than intent. “I don’t trust a damn thing about this. Who knows what kind of shit they laced it with?. Drugs. Trackers. Hell, maybe some alien crap that makes us… whatever the fuck they want.”

His scowl deepened, but there was a flicker of tension in his eyes he couldn’t completely mask. The truth was, Katsuki didn’t like not having answers, and in this place, answers were the last thing they had.

A full day crawled by in the cells. No windows and only the soft, unrelenting hum of the energy barriers and the sterile silence pressing in from every direction. Meals appeared like clockwork, untouched each time, their steam rising and fading into the air. Izuku’s stomach protested, but Katsuki’s glare was enough to keep him from even thinking about it. Neither of them slept well, waking at every small sound, every flicker of light.

It was then that Todoroki returned. His approach was quiet, deliberate, his mismatched eyes giving nothing away. He carried no weapons, only another tray, this one carefully arranged with food that looked eerily familiar. Katsuki recognized it instantly.

“…You seriously made katsudon?” he muttered, bristling, his tone caught between fury and disbelief.

Todoroki placed the tray just inside the field’s reach, the barrier flickering briefly to allow it through before sealing again. He straightened, looking at them with that same unnerving calm. “Yes. Katsudon for Izuku, miso ramen for Katsuki. I thought it might please you.”

Izuku stiffened. His heart skipped a beat; not because of the food, but because of how casually Todoroki said their names.

“You remembered what we like?” Izuku asked cautiously, watching him.

“I didn’t remember,” Todoroki corrected. “I studied. You are important guests. It would be… careless of me not to understand your preferences.” His tone didn’t waver, but something in his eyes lingered an intent that made Izuku’s skin crawl.

Katsuki stepped forward, fists clenched tight at his sides, sparks crackling in his palms. “We’re not your fucking pets. Stop treating us like we’re some goddamn prize you won.”

For the first time, Todoroki tilted his head, almost confused. “You are not pets. You are… candidates.” His voice softened, almost thoughtful, as if that should explain everything. “Companions, partners. We wish for connection, for harmony. I am here to prove we can provide that.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Izuku glanced at Katsuki, then back at Todoroki, his mind racing.

“…Kacchan,” he whispered under his breath, barely audible. “he is trying to… court us.”

Katsuki’s jaw tightened, his eyes blazing with fury. “Over my dead body.”

Todoroki only watched them for another long moment before speaking again, voice as flat and certain as ever. “You will see. With time, you will understand. Resistance is natural at first.” He inclined his head slightly, then turned and walked away, leaving the two heroes with steaming plates of their favorite meals and the heavy weight of a new, disturbing realization.

Another cycle passed. Maybe a day, maybe longer. Time blurred into a haze of humming barriers and untouched meals. Izuku tried to keep track by scratching faint marks into the cold floor with his nails, but Katsuki told him it was pointless. “They want us disoriented,” he muttered. “Don’t give them what they want.”

The doors slid open again, and Todoroki entered. This time, he wasn’t carrying food. He held objects. Personal items. A worn All Might notebook. Katsuki’s old training gloves, patched from years of use. Even a small photo, one Izuku instantly recognized, from his dorm room desk.

“Where the hell did you get those?” Katsuki barked, his voice bouncing hard against the walls.

Todoroki didn’t answer immediately. He set the items down carefully on the floor just inside the barrier, as though presenting treasures. “I wanted you to feel comfortable,” he said at last. “These things are tied to your identities. Your comfort matters to me.”

Izuku’s stomach twisted. The way Todoroki spoke wasn’t mocking or cruel. It was genuine. Too genuine. Like he had studied them deeply, dissected their lives, and thought this was the right way to appeal to them.

“You’ve been in our rooms,” Izuku realized aloud, his voice tight. “You’ve been watching us.”

“Yes,” Todoroki said, almost serenely. “I wanted to understand you fully. What makes you strong? What makes you smile? What you value. Only then can I offer myself as… a worthy partner.”

Katsuki’s hand slammed against the barrier, sparks crackling violently. The field rippled but held strong. “We’re not gonna be your fucking mates, you creep! Keep your hands off our stuff!”
Unbothered, Todoroki tilted his head again. “Your anger is expected, Bakugo. It is one of your defining traits. But anger fades. Hunger does not. Loneliness does not. With time, you will see what I offer is preferable to what you resist.”

Izuku’s throat tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. “You don’t understand humans at all,” he said quietly. “This isn’t how you… how you connect with someone.”

Todoroki studied him for a long moment, those mismatched eyes unblinking. Then, in the same steady voice, he replied:

“Then teach me. I am willing to learn anything, as long as it is from you.”

The barrier hummed between them, but Izuku felt the weight of those words sink into his chest like a chain. Katsuki grabbed his arm, pulling him back, snarling low, “Don’t even listen to him, Deku. That’s how this shit starts. Manipulation.”

Still, when Todoroki finally turned and left, Izuku couldn’t shake the feeling of being chosen, not in a flattering way, but in a way that made his skin crawl.

The routine stretched thin. Food, gifts, endless promises of “safety.” Izuku and Katsuki stayed firm, refusing to eat, refusing to engage, refusing to give Todoroki the satisfaction of a response beyond anger or silence. But even through the barrier, they could see it: the smallest cracks forming in his calm mask.

When he returned this time, his steps were sharper, less measured. The tray he carried clattered onto the floor, food spilling slightly as he shoved it through the barrier with more force than before. His mismatched eyes locked onto them, colder now, but burning with something desperate beneath.

“You are being unreasonable,” Todoroki said flatly, though his voice had a new edge, tight, strained. “I have given you everything. Comfort. Familiarity. Care. And still you reject me.”

Katsuki was on his feet in an instant, barking a laugh that carried no humor. “Finally showing your true colors, huh? All that calm robot act was bullshit. You don’t want us to be comfortable! You want us broken.”

Todoroki’s head snapped toward him, and for the first time, there was no detachment in his stare. Just heat. “No. I don’t want you broken. I want you mine. Both of you.” His words came sharp, almost clipped, as if even speaking them was testing his restraint. “Do you understand what it means that you were chosen? Out of all the noise of your world, you were seen. You should feel honored.”

Izuku’s breath caught in his throat. “That’s not honor,” he said quietly. “That’s possession.”

Todoroki stepped closer to the barrier, the hum vibrating stronger as if reacting to his presence. “Possession, connection, words are irrelevant. What matters is that I will not be ignored. You will not keep refusing me.”

Katsuki slammed his fists against the barrier, sparks bursting in a furious flare. “Try me, bastard!”

The barrier flared bright for a moment, the hum rising like a warning. Todoroki’s eyes flicked to the sparks, and his lips pressed into a thin line. “If that’s what it takes… then I will remove your choices.”

For the first time, his tone carried weight. Threat, not suggestion. His calm exterior was slipping, his obsession no longer masked by politeness. He stared at them both a moment longer, his breathing measured but his eyes alive with something unstable, before he turned sharply and walked away.

The barrier dimmed back to its steady hum. Katsuki spat on the floor, muttering, “He’s cracking. Good. Makes him easier to take down.”

But Izuku wasn’t so sure. The way Todoroki’s voice had sharpened, the tremor beneath his words... it didn’t sound like weakness. It sounded like a storm was building.

The next “day”, if time even meant anything here, was different from the start. The barrier hummed steadily, but the silence outside pressed heavily.

Todoroki entered, and this time there was no tray in his hands, no feigned gentleness in his posture. His eyes burned, mismatched and sharp, his usual composure stripped bare. He raised his hand, and the energy field between them flickered violently, then dropped with a hiss.

Before either Izuku or Katsuki could react, the barrier walls around their cells collapsed one by one. The humming silence was gone; now there was nothing between them and him.

“Enough,” Todoroki said, his voice low but cutting. “You’ve resisted long enough. You will not rot in those cages any further. If you won’t come willingly, then I will take you where you belong.”

Katsuki lunged forward instantly, explosions sparking in his palms, but Todoroki was faster. Ice snaked across the floor in a sudden surge, locking his feet in place before the blast could form. Heat rolled off his other side, singeing the air, forcing Izuku back.

“Don’t fight me,” Todoroki said, and for once, it wasn’t calm. It was strained, raw. “I don’t want to hurt you. I only want you to understand.”

The ground shifted beneath them, a mechanical grind reverberating through the floor as the cells themselves began to move. Panels slid open in the walls, reshaping, expanding, until they were no longer standing in a sterile prison. The space morphed into something warmer, unnervingly domestic; a bedroom.

A massive bed dominated the center, draped in soft sheets that didn’t belong in a place like this. Personal touches littered the room: framed photos of the three of them together, fabricated from real memories but altered, smiles that never happened, arms draped around shoulders that were never touched. Shelves lined with their favorite books. Even small trinkets they had each owned in their dorms.

Izuku froze, his breath stuttering. “What… what is this?”

Todoroki stepped closer, his expression hard but his voice trembling with conviction. “Our space. A place for us. No more cages, no more walls. Just us.” His eyes softened for a moment, a dangerous flicker of vulnerability breaking through. “This is what you couldn’t see before. What I’ve been trying to give you.”

Katsuki struggled against the ice, rage boiling over. “You sick bastard! This isn’t ours! You built a fucking dollhouse out of lies!”

Todoroki’s jaw tightened, but his focus shifted to Izuku. “You understand, don’t you?” His tone was almost pleading now, desperate beneath the authority. “You’ve always wanted connection. To be wanted. To not be left behind. I can give you that. Both of you. Everything you’ve been denied.”

The bedroom hummed with false warmth, the walls themselves alive with fabricated intimacy. Izuku’s chest tightened, torn between fear and a horrifying, gnawing thought that part of what Todoroki was saying sounded like the truth twisted into something monstrous.

Katsuki’s voice cut sharply through the air, grounding him. “Don’t listen to a word of it, Deku! He’s lost his damn mind!”

But Todoroki didn’t flinch. He simply reached out a hand toward them, his patience gone, his intent clear.

“You won’t leave this room until you accept me.”

Katsuki struggled against the ice bindings, glancing at the bed and then back at Todoroki. "This is wrong!" He went to spark his hands against the ice only to be hit by a dusting. He coughed, covering his face, trying to breathe, only to breathe in more of the dust.

Izuku froze as he looked over. "Kacchan!" He went to move towards him only to be hit by the same dust.

I'd rather not have you fight back against me." Todoroki walked over, calmly, as his mismatched eyes looked at Katsuki's chest, squeezing the biceps. "Good."

Within the blink of an eye, both Izuku and Katsuki were standing there. Naked. No clothes. "How about you two get on the bed and spread yourself for me?"

Katsuki, with his eyes dull and under the effects of whatever that dust was, nodded calmly when his feet were freed.

Izuku and Katsuki held each hands, moving onto the bed and having their legs spread out.

Todoroki smiled softly at the sight. "There we go. See? Much better with you two cooperating." His tentacles moved behind him, wrapping around each nipple on the two and nudging at the tips. The thin appendage probed and slid slowly into the willing humans' nipples. "Need to have you ready for breeding."

Izuku groaned softly, arching slightly when he felt those appendages enter his nipples and wrap themselves around his breasts. They began pumping something to make the breasts expand into at least a B cup. The same thing happened to Katsuki.

Katuski shared the same noises as Izuku, trying to resist the dust but unable to. His hand tightly squeezed onto Izuku's.

Todoroki moved between the two, squeezing his hands on their thighs. "I have two dicks which should satisfy both your needs." Another tentacle moved, dripping with an unknown substance, towards each of their holes. Making sure they were good and lubed up, the tentacles moved in slowly. They were smaller than Todoroki's cock but were sliding in and out to truly stretch the rims in prep.

Katuski arched up and moaned loudly from the pleasure. His body reacted with hunger to the substance. Aphrodisiac? Probably. His own cock is getting hard and erect, dripping with precum.

Izuku clenched his eyes shut, feeling the same effects as his own cock was fully erect and dripping. Two more tentacles wrapped around both humans cocks, stroking gently.

Todoroki leaned in, tongue sliding on Katsuki's inner thigh before harshly biting down to leave a mark, injecting something like venom but full of lust.

Izuku received the same marking instantly, coming from the sensation. Katsuki, in timing with Izuku, also came. Both of their stomachs and the tentacles are now coated in the w, warm seed.

"Good. My turn to give you each a load of seed." Todoroki spoke low and softly.

Izuku got pulled in closer as the tentacle in his ass removed itself, helping get Izuku in position over one of the cocks on Todoroki. Katsuki got dragged over next, positioned at the same time.

Todoroki slid into them both, bottoming out instantly. The lube, aphrodisiac, and the bite venom make it seemingly easy without tearing the two humans up too badly. Todoroki groaned softly before making the two bounce on the cocks to fuck themselves on him.

Katsuki's moans were loud in rhythm with the bounces, panting heavily. "Iz-...Deku.." he moaned softly. Izuku couldn't respond either or didn't want to. Too lost in bliss.

Both of them were filled with alien cum, leaving them with their guts full and their stomachs bulging slightly.

"Such good mates. I picked perfectly." Todoroki spoke low and smiled with them, so blissed out. "Let's get you cleaned up and fed, yeah? Do you now accept me as your mate?"

Both Izuku and Katsuki nodded. The nipples left red, raw, and leaking when the tentacles pulled out.

"I'll milk you two later. I want to taste it." Those were the words Izuku and Katsuki heard last before passing out for the night.

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Hitoshi and Kaminari’s date at the restaurant starts awkward in the best way. Kaminari’s the kind of guy who can’t sit still as for example, he is currently fidgeting with the menu, "These fancy french names for these dishes, um lets see, Rataouille like that movie with the chef rat. Right? It did look good, and maybe I will try it! How do you even pronounce this dish?" He pointed at the menu, Boeuf Bourguignon "Bo...boey? beefy? Boregay?" he laughed rubbing the back of his neck jokingly as he was trying too hard to make Hitoshi laugh.

Hitoshi just smirks behind his water glass, half amused, half exasperated. "Babe, try not to make fun of the names here. May draw attention." However, he was very amused by Kaminari's attempt at humor. He’s used to Kaminari’s noise, but in a quiet place like this, fancy soft lighting, muted chatter, clinking glasses, it stands out even more. And somehow, it works. Kaminari’s ridiculous energy fills the space, and before long, Hitoshi’s relaxed too, letting the tension bleed out of his shoulders. "French onion soup, ratatouille, and maybe a spinach quiche? sound good?" He tilts his head all adorable like towards Kaminari.

Kaminari giggles with a grin, goofy like as he looks at Shinsou. "Yeah. Perfect!" he fist pumped the air in extreme excitement, which again, in a quiet place like this, it did drew some attention. He blushed as he covered his face with the menu. "Oops... Sorry, forgot about this place being a quite fancy place... My bad." Instead of Shinsou shushing him or making some remark about the excitement that was displayed, Shinsou rubbed his hand on his husband's hand. "Hey. I like when you are not hiding your excitement or who you are." He smiled at him, only breaking eye contact for a moment to place the order when the waiter arrived.

By the time appetizers hit the table, they’ve found their rhythm. "So I was training at the gym, right? This big dude, with muscle mass slightly bigger than Kirishmia's, wondered about bragging about how much he could lift. He decided to try to challenge Kirishmia to a lifting battle. Of course, Kiri won that. Should've seen that dude's fucking face. It was priceless! Girls were giggling and taking pictures with Kirishmia!" While Kaminari spoke, Hitoshi’s actually listening, not just nodding to be polite! He throws in his dry one-liners at the right moment, "I bet that guy was so embarrassed", and Kaminari laughs like it’s the best thing he’s heard all week. Now and then, Hitoshi and Kaminari would catch each other's eyes or accidently interrupt each other but their laughter filled the quiet space.

When dessert time eventually arrives, with the waiter asking what they would like, Kaminari chirps up before Shinsou could "a molten chocolate cake or whatever you think is the best!" He eagerly spoke with such excitement over a sugary item.

Hitoshi rolls his eyes but smirk,s "Yeah. That's too much sugar for me, babe." He chuckled softly, watching Kamainari enjoy the cake, but then ended up taking more bites than Kaminari did.

Kaminari watches him with that smug little grin, "Thought you said it was too much sugar?" He stuck out his tongue at Shinsou with a lovable sense of humor. It’s stupid and warm and exactly what it should be: two idiots finding comfort in each other’s company. When they leave, Kaminari bumps his shoulder against Hitoshi’s "next time. We'll pick a cheap ramen place for sure!"

Hitoshi just hums, but the small smile on his face says he’s already thinking about it. "So I didn't get it wrong for our anniversary dinner then," he smirks cheerfully towards the blonde.

"Nah. I loved it. Just so many people were staring at us while we talked. I am surprised no one tried to throw us out for how loud we got." Kaminari pipped up, crossing his arms. "Now, I didn't get much dessert, Mr. 'too sugary for me'. You owe me now."

Hitoshi raised an eyebrow looking over at him. "Oh and what would that be? Want to try something new when we get home or cuddles?"

"new. I kinda bought something for us to try together. I mean, only if you want to. Suppose to be more, pleasureable? I don't know but! I did some research and studied on it. I was also thinking if you would use your quirk on me... I kinda like losing control of myself and giving you everything." Kaminari rubbed the back of his neck.

Hitoshi's eyebrow stayed raised as he listened to Kamainari, fully intrigued on the idea. "Alright. However. I will make sure you are safe the entire time. If there's any point you wanna stop, we will stop. Even through my quirk, I will make sure you are able to have free will to end what we do tonight." He wrapped his arm around Kaminari's shoulder, holding close while on the way back home.

Kaminari blushed deeply while being guided back to the house they shared. His golden ring shining softly under the moonlight on his finger. His hand wrapped around Shinsou who had a purple wedding ring matching his husbands.

Once home, both of them didn't wait. Shinsou had Kaminari pinned against the wall and a hand around the neck gently. Their lips clashing violently against each other, the hunger of lust increasing with the sloppy nosies echoing off the walls. Shinsou's knee between Kaminari's legs grinding up against the balls, holding him up against the wall.

"Alright, Denki... are you ready? If so. Reply to me now" shinsou activated his quirk ready to pull Kamainari under the hypnosis.

Kaminari nods as he spoke up "yes" his eyes went blank feeling his mind slip into the hold. "Good, now. If you at any point feel uncomfortable or need to stop, you will snap out of it and tell me to stop. Deal?" Shinsou guided cooing against his ear.

Kamainari simply nodded and tilts his head, blushing deeply. "Alright. Show me what you wanted to do tonight." Shinsou spoke low and commanding, now following Kaminari towards the bedroom when released from the wall hold.

Once led to the bedroom, Kaminari retrieved a box. A simple purple and golden lined box and placed it on the bed. "It's called sounding. You place the smallest rod into the cock, supposed to reach places not normally reached. Like. Prostate in the ass but this is a different level. Please sound me."

Shinsou smiled a bit and tilts his head. "I will. Don't hold back any moans or noises though either. Lay down after stripping. Do you want me to tie your hands above your head?"

Kaminari blushed deeply as he nods "yes please" he whispered softly, stripping himself of clothes and laying down now on the bed. His cock is erect and ready between his legs, having a butt plug with Shinsou's colors on the end of it stuck in his ass to keep himself spread. The remote was being held by Shinsou, which he had it on low for the entire date. After tying Kaminari's hands above his head, shinsou moved onto the bed and strokes the cock gently.

With the case of sounding rods at the end of the bed with temperature type lube, he retrieved the smallest one and making sure it was well coated. The lube would be ice cold, one that Kaminari had picked out a few weeks ago.

Kaminari groans at the touch to his cock, his eyes watching shinsou every step of the way. When the vibrations turned up on the plug, Kamainari moaned sweetly grinding against the hand due to the vibrations only to whine when the hand left the hard cock for a moment. Secretly, Shinsou had been into sounding for a long while but didn't want to push it onto Kaminari so when it was suggested tonight, it took everything in him not to be too overly excited.

The first rod now in his grasp and coated in the lube, he moved holding the cock still. "Alright. If you need me to stop, tell me at any point. This is the smallest. Try not to cum" he chuckled softly, the tip of the rod just above the head and carefully with slow technique moved inside. His eyes stayed on Kaminari, ready to end if needed.

Kamainari gasps softly at the sensation, arching off the bed just a small amount. His cock twitching very slightly at the rod feeling it slide down further. "Do you want me to fuck your cock with the rod or increase to the next size up?"

"N-next size up please." Kamainari replied sweetly wanting to despite grind his ass against the plug. Shinsou didn't hesitate moving onto the next rod, coating and repeating the process. Now settled at the base of the length, Kaminari's cock already needing to cum but was denied.

"It feels so good. Full in a different way. I can...I can handle the next size." Kamainari managed to speak up between a moan. "Nngh... Please."

"You begging is adorable, Denki" Shinsou chuckled softly, reaching over and getting the next size. About the half width of a pencil now. That's as much he was willing to do tonight in size. He didn't want to overwhelm or cause damage by going to the wrong size too soon. "Want me to fuck you with this one then? In your cock" he spoke low and soft once the rod sat in place.

Kaminari nods once in anticipation as he moaned loudly feeling it hit a spot. His hands curled into fists where they were tied up at when Shinsou slowly moved the rod out and then back in. The pace increased when Kamainari seemed comfortable with it as well as getting used to the feeling. Now fucking the cock faster, he plunged the sound rod down and out. After a few moments, he removed the rod to watch Kamainari's cock explode with his seed drenching his legs and stomach. Shinsou smirks, licking his hand off from the cum. "You get delicious every time you cum" he smiled at him, turning off the plug.

His quirk ended for now too letting Kaminari return to the surface, shivering with pleasure. "Fuck...that was weird but different. Good different."

Shinsou smiled as he placed a hand on Kaminari's cheek. "Yeah? Let's get you cleaned up and we can cuddle watching a rom com."

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All day, pro hero Dynamight had been tearing across the city, responding to one alert after another with villains popping up like goddamn weeds. Every time he put one down, another flare lit up on the other side of town. It didn’t feel random anymore. It was too organized, too clean. This wasn’t chaos, it was choreography. Someone was pulling the strings, and it sure as hell wasn’t for fun.

Whoever it was wanted him tired, drained, angry. And it was working. By sunset, the explosions behind him were running on fumes, his palms raw and his breath ragged under his mask. Every instinct in Bakugou’s body screamed that he was being played, but pride kept him moving. He wasn’t about to let some coward manipulate him into backing off.

Then came the last call; a hostage situation down by the old industrial district, abandoned warehouses and busted metal stretching for blocks. It reeked of setup, but there was no ignoring civilians in danger. He landed hard, boots crunching against broken glass, scanning the shadows. No movement. No sound. Just the faint buzz of the city dying in the distance.

“Oi! Where the hell are you?” he shouted into the emptiness, voice echoing off steel beams. Nothing. Not even a single scream, and barely any hint of life, minus the still air before a storm. His palms flared, lighting up the dark, and that’s when he heard it. A low chuckle. Familiar and almost too terrifying to hear.

From the smoke, a figure stepped out who was tall with broad shoulders, red hair gleaming even in the dim light. His chest was bare, his skin hardened in jagged crimson plates.

“Shitty Hair…?” Bakugou’s voice cracked, not from weakness but disbelief.

The grin that met him wasn’t friendly... it was feral. “Not anymore, bro. Name’s Blood Riot now.”

Bakugou’s stomach dropped. The realization hit harder than any punch; his best friend, his rock, had turned into the monster pulling the strings. Every fight, every false lead, every villain sighting, it had all been to bring him here, right into Blood Riot’s web.

“You’ve been running all day,” Blood Riot said, stepping closer, voice rough with something dark and broken. “Had to make sure you were tired enough to stop pretending you’re untouchable.”

“Bullshit,” Bakugou spat, sparks dancing off his palms. “You think you can take me now, even after all this crap? You’re delusional.”

Blood Riot’s grin widened, teeth sharp under the flickering light. “I don’t wanna take you, Katsuki. I wanna break you, make you mine.”

Metal groaned as hidden panels shifted, and suddenly the floor beneath Dynamight’s boots snapped open causing an explosion trap rigged beneath the warehouse. He blasted upward just in time, dodging the inferno, but the air was thick with smoke and debris. He landed hard, chest heaving, eyes locked on the red demon standing across from him, unmoving, at least not yet.

This wasn’t just another villain. This was a friend, someone he thought he could trust. Now, now he was in danger and exhausted from previous attacks.
The warehouse was burning. Flames licked across the steel beams, smoke crawling toward the rafters in thick, choking waves. Dynamight stood amid the wreckage, one knee bent, palms still sizzling from the blast that had saved him from the trap. Every muscle in his body screamed, but his eyes stayed locked on the figure walking through the smoke.

Blood Riot was no longer the grinning, goofy friend Bakugou remembered and he moved with heavy, deliberate steps. His skin gleamed under the firelight, hardened like molten rock cooling into jagged armor. Every step sent a metallic scrape echoing through the space.

“You’re slow, Dynamight,” Blood Riot growled, his voice distorted, deeper, like it carried the weight of something unholy. “All that flash, all that noise and you still can’t see what’s right in front of you.”

Bakugou spat blood onto the concrete. “Cut the crap. You think slapping on some new name makes you scary? You’re still the same idiot who couldn’t take a punch without smiling.”

A flicker crossed Blood Riot’s face and it was not hesitation, but pain. Then rage. He lunged forward. The ground cracked under his boots as he slammed a hardened fist straight toward Bakugou’s chest. Dynamight barely twisted out of the way, the blow missing by inches but sending a shockwave through the air that rattled his teeth.

Bakugou countered with an explosion to the side, the blast throwing up dust and light, trying to disorient his opponent. But Blood Riot didn’t flinch. He tore through the smoke, armored arms raised, forcing Bakugou to block with a detonation point-blank between them. The impact sent both of them flying in opposite directions.

Bakugou hit a wall, hard. His shoulder screamed, but he forced himself upright, gasping through grit. “Why, damn it? You were supposed to be better than this!”

Blood Riot stopped mid-charge. For a heartbeat, the fire reflected something human in his eyes. Then it vanished. “Better? I was supposed to be stronger.” He slammed both fists into the ground. The floor buckled, concrete erupting in a shockwave that threw Bakugou off his feet again.

The blast dusted the air with ash and sparks. Bakugou rolled, blasted upward, and crashed into Blood Riot midair, grappling, shoving, throwing a volley of explosions point-blank against his chest. The detonations roared through the night, but when the smoke cleared, Blood Riot still stood even scorched, yes, but smiling.

“You don’t get it,” Blood Riot hissed, grabbing Bakugou by the front of his gear. “I learned from you. Every punch, every hit, I took them all. You made me into this.”

Bakugou’s gauntlet whined as he overcharged it. “Then you should know how this ends.”

The explosion that followed shattered what was left of the warehouse windows. A deafening roar of light, heat, and fury engulfed them both.

When the dust settled, neither hero nor villain stood untouched but neither was willing to fall.

They stared at each other across the debris, both bleeding, both burning, both alive.

And in that silence, it was clear; this wasn’t about victory anymore. It was about survival, and the twisted bond that neither of them could break. That is when Katsuki felt something prick into his neck from a unseen force as if waiting for the right time. "What the hell?!" Is all he could retort sending a shockwave of an blast from his palms. Hagakure, why didn't he notice her sooner as he heard her giggles.

"Heh. That was easier than I thought. Sorry Bakugou but Master Blood wants you and he gets what he wants." Her voice was the only thing he could hear due to her quirk.

"Fucker..." Katsuki spat on the ground already having spots in his vision appear around the corners until the realization. "Master? the hell?"

Blood riot moved a step closer with that smug smile on his face. "Yeah and soon you will call me that too when I am done with you."

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Katsuki's world turned and spun without him even moving, a moment he was on his feet and next, he was falling into Blood Riot's arms.
Bakugou came to with a sharp inhale, the kind that burned his throat. His head pounded, vision flickering in and out like a busted streetlight. The air was stale, metallic with no windows around, he could not tell the time. How long had he been out? Couldn't be a day or two right? He pushed himself up on shaky arms, wincing when his ribs protested and screamed internally from the damage.

The room around him was small and dim, lit by a single buzzing fixture overhead. Bare concrete walls, and one heavy steel door bolted shut from the outside. The floor smelled faintly of oil and ozone, maybe a basement, maybe some abandoned factory. He didn’t need to guess long to know who had dragged him here. The wounds did enough to remind him of what happened.

“Blood Riot…” he muttered, spitting a little blood onto the floor. “Son of a bitch actually did it. He got me. Fucker cheated using someone else.”

He tested his wrists and found they were not bound, a small mercy. Though, his gear was gone, gauntlets stripped, comms missing, costume half burned. He knew who had set this up and knew what they were doing, even then Katsuki wasn’t the type to sit around waiting to be rescued.

He forced himself upright, staggering until his balance caught up and every muscle ached, but the anger running through him drowned out the pain. He scanned the room again for any cracks in the walls which could be useful if he got his energy back. Maybe the vents on the upper wall on the right but it looked too small to crawl through so that was a no go. He groaned in frustation at the faint vibrations under his feet like distant machinery, slowly figuring it was a hideout. Had to be temporary right? He would've noticed it by now if it wasn't. Or that was something in design by Blood Riot.

His palms flared weakly with light but it was not much which didn't help his quirk. The blasts sputtered, more smoke than fire. “Damn it…” His nitroglycerin output was low; he was dehydrated and spent. No way he’d blow the door without killing himself in the process and he didn't exactly want to die. Especially when he had his agency to get back to and run with his idiotic friend Deku.

He sank down on the beaten up bed, old but didn't look stained? Did Blood Riot care enough or was it just luck on Katuski's side that he had a merciful bed? He now had been leaning against the wall, forcing his breathing to even out while his head replayed flashes of the fight. The laughter and the roar of fire in the warehouse, the blows when he landed against that wall. Then the betrayal of Hagakure. The words floating back in his mind. Master? The fuck did she call Kirishmia that and why? He shook his head before the moment Kirishima’s face disappeared behind that armor. The look in his eyes being more of lust? Needs? It was not hatred which was odd.

Katsuki growled under his breath. “You think you can break me? Keep dreaming. I didn't create you. You chose this path, fucker.” He felt his emotions get the better of him. When and why? Did he truly cause all of this? He pressed his palm to the cold concrete, feeling the vibration once again. A hum, steady and mechanical, somewhere below him. Maybe there was a way out if there was something below, though that would take time for his nitroglycerin levels to return.

He dragged himself toward the door, inspecting the hinges, the seams, and every inch of steel while his mind started to rebuild the map of exits, possibilities, and weaknesses. He wasn’t trapped; he was contained and that was temporary. His thoughts and planning were interrupted as somewhere beyond the door, faint footsteps echoed that were heavy and deliberate. Katsuki straightened, jaw tight, ready. “Come on, Kirishima. Round two. I am ready for your bullshitness. Yes I know that isn't a word but whatever."

Before he could even react, the door swings open and something snaps around his neck. "The fuck?!" He went to reach for his neck but stopped when he felt it tightening slightly.

"Like the jewelry I got you? It matches your eyes. Though I'm sure you can't see it" Blood Riot grins and smirks looking at Katsuki like a prized pig. "Cooperate and I won't cut off your breathing."

"Go to hell" Katsuki retorts, though a shiver ran down his spine when he saw the grin on Blood Riot's face get wider with excitement.

"I love it when you fight back." Is the sinister reply Katsuki got back and then immediately the rough hands yanked him fully out of the room. "Hey!" The blonde yelped out while being dragged down the dirty looking hallway.

"Oh hush. I wanna hear you scream soon so save your voice." Blood Riot chuckled darkly and shoved Katsuki into the next room. "Either we do this the hard way or. .the boring way. Get on that bench, doggy style. Oh and strip down. You won't be needing your clothes for a while"

Katsuki couldn't stop the blush reaching his cheeks with a scarlet color staring at the black leather breeding bench in the middle of the room. Then he felt hands on his body, apparently Blood Riot decided his didn't want to wait, now with his clothes stripped, he was forced onto the breeding bench with his legs spread. Each ankle locked in place by silk rope and his arms on the side locked down.

Katsuki struggled against the bindings, trying to get free only to earn a quick hit against his left ass cheek. "Hey!" He held back a moan from that, always been a slut for slight pain and pleasure.

"I'm going to make you cry on my dick spreading you open. I've always wanted you Katsuki. So much. But you had to keep choosing Him over me. I take what I want." He gave that ass a little squeeze and smacked it again. "And I know what makes you tick. You like some pain and feeling full." He moved in front of Katsuki's face, kneeling down and kissing deeply. He shoved his tongue into Katsuki's, twisting around his tongue and stealing the blondes breath. "God. You even taste divine." Blood Riot grabbed Katsuki's head by the hair and held him up. "And you won't be able to hold back moans when I'm done."

Katsuki's head was released, dropping back down and mentally cursing himself for letting this happen. Why didn't he just take a break? Fuck. Now at his former friends' mercy while his own body betrayed him feeling blood rush to his cock.

Blood Riot chuckled softly and stroked the length. "Already getting turned on I see." He grins happily watching Katuski blush even harder. "I'll be nice and prep you at least." He walked over to a table nearby off in the corner retrieving lube for his own fingers.

Katsuki pulled against the bindings once more trying to make a few sparks on his palms. The collar like necklace around his neck emitted a low buzz, zapping slightly and disabling his quirk. "Fuck.."

Blood Riot laughed sadistically looking over at him. "Yeah. The beauty of the jewelry I gave you. Can't have you using your quirk while I'm stuffing your pretty ass." He moved right behind Katsuki, squeezing the ass once more and spreading the cheeks. "Such a pretty pink rim. Ripe for the taking." He placed a finger at the entrance, slowly pushing it in. "Your hungry ass swallowed my finger right up. Hot." He added a second finger when Katsuki bucked against the bindings slightly, especially when trying to hold back a noise of pleasure.

"Look at you. Trying to hold back the noises if you enjoying this." The squelch noise as he removed the fingers echoed throughout the room. He shoved three fingers now in and curled them up, aiming for the right spot. Searching. Right when Katsuki arched and his cock squirted a load of seed onto the ground, Blood Riot smirks milking that spot for all it's worth. "Good boy"

Katsuki moaned loudly when he heard the praise, shaking a bit. Why did it feel so good but so wrong?! He wanted more. He wanted Blood Riot's cock, his mind entering the sub space as he grinded his ass back against the fingers eagerly. Much as the bindings would allow though.

"Wow. Already eager and needy. Fuck." Blood Riot removed his fingers, "I think you're spread enough." He spoke low and surprisingly soft when he lined up his cock to the twitching and already closing hole. The tip now at the hole, it went in slowly until he bottomed out. "Fuck. Look at that tight ass taking my whole girth." He reached down, squeezing Katsuki's balls.

Katuski moaned sweetly as he pants from the pleasure he felt in his cock and balls, the full feeling with Blood Riot settled inside. Thankfully giving him the time to get used to the length before it left his ass just the tip left inside, slamming right back in.

Blood Riot groaned softly as his pace quickened, eager to pump the blonde full of his cum. "Be a good boy and maybe I'll reward you" he arched his back getting closer to his climax.

Katsuki couldn't shove his head into anything as his moans escaped his throat. His cock erect again, ready for a second release while he felt that hand stroke him in pace with the thrusts. "Nngh..please. Faster. Fuck. Please yes. Stuff me full. I want it. Need it." That only got the thrusts faster until he felt the warm seed of cum gushing into his guts deeply. His own cum being spread on the ground and costing Kirishmia's hand completely. "I've ..never cum so much before.." he pants quietly going limp against the bench to try to catch his breath.

Blood Riot rocked his hips making sure every drop was in Katsuki's ass and guts. He pulled out and moved in front of Katsuki. "Such a good boy. Why don't you clean my hand off?" He placed his fingers into Katuski's mouth, making sure every inch of his fingers were licked over by the tongue.

Katsuki blushed deeply as he tasted himself, cleaning off each finger and the hand of Blood Riot. His body shivering at the praise while he was released from the bench.

"We will play again here soon, my little pet." Blood Riot purrs, carrying Katsuki now bridal style to a styled bedroom. Cleaner than the rest of the place, definitely prepared from the beginning.

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The outdoor festival was supposed to be “low-key,” according to Sero. Todoroki quickly learned that Sero’s definition of “low-key” included a crowd of a few thousand people, blasting music, and food stalls that stretched for half a kilometer which only made Todoroki interally groan. Socializing... His weakness.

“See? Chill vibes,” Sero said, grinning as he tugged Todoroki toward a row of vendors selling yakitori and shaved ice.

Todoroki raised an eyebrow. “You have a very loose definition of ‘chill.’ No one here is cold, you know. Unless of course you need me to give you a warm flame." he shrugged once, clearly not understanding the lingo of 'Chill Vibes'. He put his hood up, trying to hide from the world if he could.

“Yeah, well, you have a very loose definition of ‘fun,’ and by chill I meant peaceful and low lighting. Barely any crowds.” Sero shot back, threading their fingers together. His grip was easy, unbothered, like he’d done this a hundred times, which, to be fair, he almost had. His grin stayed on his face watching Shouto for a moment, "You know, the soft lights of the vendors suit your eyes. Come on. Let's grab a drink and see if I can loosen you up, Mr. Uptight Antisocial."

Todoroki didn’t pull away, it took a while for him not to pull away when he first dated Sero. Now, this was their second anniversay and he was planning on purposing soon. The ring in it's box within his pocket with a soft turquoise gem in the center.

The evening light of the sun setting and the vendors trying to sell, it was not for Todoroki as much but he agreed only because Sero thrived in chaos. They both had the day off which was a rarity in itself, though Todoroki started to drag Sero along to the cold soba vendor.

Sero of course decided to pay for everything while his boyfriend snacked on the cold soba, he added two sake's to take with them. "Perfect pairing." He smiled at Todoroki who slurpped up his noodles happily and no patience. He stopped eating when Sero gave a look but all in good fun. "Cute."

When they found a quiet spot under some trees, away from the crowds, Sero dropped down on the grass with a sigh. “Man, I’m wiped. You’d think all the smiling would count as cardio." He leaned back against the tree taking out his own noodles, handing over a bottle of sake to Todoroki as well. "Cardio would be running or jogging, not smiling though Sero." Todoroki tilts his head all cute like, if he had puppy ears they would've flopped off to the side.

Todoroki smiled a bit and chuckled softly. "Right. Sarcasm and a joke. I will get better at this. You smiled more than I’ve ever seen you smile in a day.”

“That’s ‘cause I had good company,” Sero said, nudging his shoulder. “And also free soba. You'll get better at sarcasm. It's what makes you adorable"

"And you're pulchritudious." Todoroki simply shrugged with a grin while face full of soba.

“Big word, ice prince. You been reading vocab flashcards again?” Sero raised an eyebrow with a giggle.

Todoroki didn’t answer. Instead, he reached over and brushed a speck of dirt off Sero’s cheek with the back of his hand. “You have soy sauce on your face.”

Sero grinned. “Oh yeah? Gonna kiss it off?”

Todoroki sighed; the long-suffering kind and leaned in anyway. Just a brief press of lips, enough to shut Sero up and make his grin go stupid-wide, biting now on the neck harshly. 'Yeah,” Todoroki said softly when he pulled back, “that’ll do.”

Sero gasps as he blushed deeply. "Hey!" he smirks "You cheeky bastard. You're lucky I have soba to eat."

For a moment, they just sat there, the noise of the festival a distant blur behind them, cicadas droning, kids laughing somewhere near the food stands. Both now finished their soba and sake. Todoroki was always a light weight as he hiccups slightly. He closed his eyes leaning against the tree but was still coherent. He didn't drink as much though thankfully.

Sero leaned back on his elbows, looking up at the sky. “Y’know, you’re not so bad at this whole ‘relaxing’ thing. You might even be-”

“Don’t push it,” Todoroki cut in,

Sero chuckled. “Alright, alright. But I’m still dragging you to the fireworks later.”

“Fine,” Todoroki said, standing and brushing off his pants. “But I’m choosing the spot."

Sero followed him up, looping an arm casually around his waist as they walked back toward the noise and color. “Deal. Just make sure it’s close enough to the food stalls. I’ve got unfinished business with those dumplings they are giving out. I want to snag some before they run out."

Todoroki shook his head but didn’t hide the faint curve of a smile. “You’re insatiable.”

Sero squeezed his hip lightly. “Only for you, man. Though I am sure you can satisfy me later." he gave a gentle wink and grins at Todoroki.

And for once, Todoroki didn’t argue. "Yeah? I could just take you here and now. Right under the trees while the fireworks go off. I'm sure everyone would be distracted by them that they will not notice us having some fun?"

Sero snickered and blushed deeply. "You really would want to?" He tilts his head curiously though before he even noticed, he was pinned against the tree. Shouto clashed his lips lustfully against Sero's while pinning him. "Yeah. I do."

"Fuck.. what was in that sake?" Sero groaned within the kiss, hungrily grinding his knee against Todoroki's clothed crotch.

Todoroki let go, trialing his mouth down Sero neck, biting down and sucking hard. His tongue moved along the suction trying to break the blood vessels wanting to leave a large hickey. "Marking what's mine."

Sero held back a moan from that feeling as he clenched his eyes shut. He shoved his face into Shouto's shoulder, kissing his neck. He felt blood rush into his cock, grinding against the hold.

Todoroki let go after leaving the dark purple mark now, pulling down Sero's pants carefully and the boxers down to the ankle. His hand strokes the length gently getting a moan from Sero, keeping Sero pinned to the tree.

Sero used the tree as support as he closed his eyes grinding his cock against the hand stroking. He then was flipped around feeling Todoroki's hands on his thigh and a finger touching his rim.

Todoroki didn't even wait as he pushed to grab onto the butt plug that Sero wore the whole day. "Already prepped. Like you were hoping for this. Weren't you?" He teased.

Sero blushed deeply. "I don't know what you're talking about" he feigned innocent on that topic, groaning when he felt the plug leave his ass with a pop sound. He didn't even notice that he was flipped around again, facing shouto. His legs brought off to the side, hugging around Shouto's waist. "When did..when did you get your pants down too?"

Todoroki tilts his head "when you were distracted by me removing your plug" he smirks, already sliding his cock into Sero's ass with Sero's back against the tree.

Sero groaned softly as he arched his back feeling Todoroki's thrusts. "God. Faster. Stuff me full of your cum." He whispered low, full of lust.

The fireworks in the background starting to go off, in time with each thrust. Sero pants softly feeling his cock stroked faster too. At this rate they will both be coated in white when the cilmax of the fireworks.

The fireworks continued in the background, Shouto groaning softly as he thrusts much faster into Sero's ass, both trying not to get caught which meant the noises were kept at a minimum.

The climax of the fireworks went off, Sero cumming hard which coated Shouto's hand in the orgasm of cum and Shouto stuffing Sero's ass full of his cum.

"Fuck... That. Was the best sex we had in a while. Should do it more often" Sero pants when he was placed back down and flipped for the plug to be placed back in.

With their boxers and pants pulled back up with hands wiped off by napkins, they headed off to the vendors for victory post sex dumplings. Todoroki's mind had forgotten about the ring. Maybe next time.

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Katsuki slowly woke up, a low yawn rumbling out of him as he blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the blinds. The alarm had gone off hours ago, but for once, he hadn’t cared. He’d earned this day off, fought hard for it—both on paper and in practice. Today wasn’t just another lazy morning; it was different. Special. He could finally breathe without the constant pressure of patrols, interviews, and expectations crushing down on him. Now, he did not need any responsibilities.

Today was about something, actually a someone else entirely.

Blood Riot.

The name alone would make any hero clench their fists, but not him. Not anymore. To the public, Blood Riot is his sworn enemy, the fiery, reckless villain he’d spent years chasing through back alleys and battlefields, with the public only seeing the chaos, danger, and rivalry. Though what the public didn’t know was what happened when the fighting stopped, when the masks came off, and the shouting turned into something quieter, something real and completely passionate. Alright, downright sexy and hot, hitting every inch of his nerves and body. Katsuki could not get enough of the tall, muscular villain and the crimson eyes that made the blonde melt, spread his legs for, and moan the name Blood Riot.

It wasn’t clean or easy, hell, it barely made sense even then, but it is theirs. However, as Katsuki stretched, running a hand through his messy hair and smirking faintly at the thought of what the day would bring, he knew one thing for certain: this secret, dangerous connection was the one thing in his life that actually felt alive. Made him want so much more with the villain. This is their second month of visits.

Katsuki dragged himself out of bed, shaking off the last traces of sleep with the weight of what he was about to do sitting in his chest, though not heavy, but sharp. He wasn’t nervous; he didn’t do nervous. The secret meet up with him always hit different. Blood Riot wanted to try something new today, and he agreed to it. If he could survive it, yeah, it would be a new sensation for him to explore.

He threw on a black hoodie and jeans, something lowkey enough not to draw attention without the hero gear and no flashy colors, trying to blend in like any other guy heading out for the day. He grabbed his helmet, locked up behind him, and swung a leg over his bike. The engine roared to life with a satisfying growl, the kind of sound that made him smirk as he revved it once, twice, and shot down the street. He loved his bike; ironically, it was a secret admirer gift he gained a few months back. Blood Riot had his eyes on his prize entirely from the beginning; the bike happens to be one of many gifts he had received. The sex was merely a bonus.

The city blurred by in streaks of gray and light, wind whipping through his hair as he cut through traffic like a knife, as every turn brought him closer to the edge of town, to the part of the map people pretended didn’t exist, where the law stopped paying attention and people like Blood Riot thrived. He couldn't wait to see that grinning crimson cinnamon roll, but such a monster in bed with that girthy cock that could plow his ass any day.

When he finally pulled up to the hideout, which happens to be a rundown warehouse tucked between forgotten buildings. Katsuki killed the engine and sat for a second, listening to the silence, with his pulse kicked up, not from fear, but from anticipation.

He pushed the door open, stepping inside. And there he was, the tall drink of a man that happens to be Kirishima. "Shitty hair." Katsuki breathed softly with a sigh. He smiled, a rarity from the Dynamight hero. "Finally got time to see you today."

Blood Riot smirks, tangling his hands in that messy blonde's hair and pulling him into an intense clash of lips. "I missed you, too." He spoke low and soft, pulling him already to the bedroom towards the back. "You wearing what I sent you a few days ago under your boxers like a good boy?"

Katsuki sucked in a breath through his nose within that kiss and smirked, looking at him. "Yes. I am, mas, er." he purrs softly. It was a chastity belt, one that had a knotted dildo insert about the size of Blood Riot's unquirked up cock. It stretched his ass for the whole night when he slept, not allowed to even jerk himself off. It even had a hidden feature where it vibrated when Blood used a remote for long distances.

"Good~" Blood Riot licks his lips at the ideas going through his head on what he wanted to do with Katsuki. "Go ahead and strip down, but leave the belt on. I want to see how needy you are." Without missing a beat, Katsuki took off his shirt, showing his pierced nipples that had a chain between them. A gear on each one reflecting light that dangled when he worked his pants off. The belt locked on tight, with Kirishmia having the only key to the lock, twirling in his hand. "Look at your hard cock, stuck in the belt's hole, unable to even cum."

Katsuki groaned softly at the praise, his cock only twitching more from it and showing how truly needy he was. "Please let me cum, stuff me full. Do whatever the hell you want with my body. I am yours tonight, Riot." He breathed softly, eager, and his cock was slightly dripping despite the belt. He felt those powerful hands pushing him against the wall, cuffs locking onto his wrists, with his back to the man. "Fuck..." The keys jingling as the belt was unlocked, feeling the dildo being pulled out along with his cock being momentarily freed. He finally noticed what he was locked to while his cock dripped more. A wooden X with the cuffs keeping him in place with padding at least.

"You know. I had this custom-built; it flips and turns, giving me every angle to your body." Riot spoke right before slapping his hand against the ass, hard enough to leave a print, and it echoed in the room. "Look at your ass jiggle from impact. Wonder how good it will look stuffed, and since I want to see the look on your face, even with a blindfold on, but I'll get to that in a minute, it won't be my cock." He whistles while stroking Katsuki's cock at least once to be a tease, and for a short time, the blonde was left alone.

However, that changed after a few moments, and his vision was blocked. A soft silk tie with Blood Riot's name on the front of it has been placed around Katsuki's head, depriving him of sight. Wait. Not Riot's cock? Then what? Before he knew it, the X he was attached to spun and then lay at an angle where his mouth met a hard length. His ass had something large touched at the rim's edge. "I've always wanted to see you stuffed on a large cock." Riot spoke up quietly.

When Katsuki went to speak up to ask what Riot meant, especially feeling the large object at his ass, Riot's cock slid right into the mouth, grinding against the tongue. "Fuck. Look at that slutty mouth of yours, taking in my length. You must be really hungry." With a click of a button, the large horse cock dildo started to slide right into Katsuki's spread ass, earning Riot with a loud muffled groan as Katsuki buckled against the restraints.

"If you need me to stop, knock against the wood frame under your hand at least three times consecutively, I'll stop." Riot spoke low, rubbing Katsuki's cheek ever so gently.

Katsuki nods the best he can as his tongue wraps around the hardened length in his mouth, teasing the tip. The teasing didn't go unnoticed, however, as he started to thrust in and out of that mouth. "Fuck. So glad you don't have a gag reflex. This makes it so much easier to stuff you full." The button for the machine got pressed two more times, giving Riot a view of Katsuki's ass being plowed by the large horse cock. There was a surprise in that horse cock, but he didn't want to reveal it yet to the poor blonde as his pace increased.

Precum slides down Katsuki's throat as he is made to take a cock from both ends, and his tongue continues to wrap around it. His ass was taking the cock hungrily as it slammed repeatedly into his pink rimmed hole.

Riot felt his orgasm near, shoving his cock deep as he could without hurting Katsuki too much. He unleashed his load of warm seed down the blonde's throat, watching his sub's cock paint the ground white. "Good boy~ you make the prettiest of messes." Riot purrs softly, the horse cock shoved in as far as it could before releasing a liquid into the. Ass "Hope you like it. That's my cum that dildo just loaded into your guts."

Katsuki's eyes rolled back behind the blindfold, moaning loudly when the cock was removed from his mouth. "Sweet sweet noise," Riot adds, watching the horse cock emits's containment of stored cum.

Katsuki didn't knock on the wood yet, meaning Riot could continue. Riot didn't waste a second flipping the X once more after putting the horse cock away, his hands groping the ass. Oh, and by the awayfor the dildo, now there was a smaller version of a horse cock shoved in Katsuki's mouth as a gag. "suck on that while I plow your ass. I want you to cum again before we are done here. Then I will clean you up and feed you an actual meal instead of your usual repeated frozen bentos."

Katsuki sucked hard on the gag in his mouth when he felt Rinow-now-now-now-now nowdouble-girthedd quirk up cock, sliding into the sloppy hole.

"You're still tight. Fuck. I should figure out how to convince you to stay with me more than a day. Really make you my cum dump. You would like that." He didn't even wait, thrusting at a faster pace and listening to the beautiful groans of pleasure.

Katsuki's cock, already erect and ready to unleash another load onto the ground, adding to the last spill of cum, arched his back, making Riot lean in and bite down on the shoulder harshly. Riot licks his sharp teeth, looking at the punctured skin from his bite. "Sharkbait. That's your new nickname."

When Riot had bit him, he came right into those guts, stuffing that ass even more than before. Katsuki's cocsendsng a large load of cum to the ground, cock hanging spent between his legs. "God. You're so sexy stuffed full of me." Riot cooed, getting Katsuki unhooked and ungagged with the blindfold coming off. "Such a subby hero." He smirks, moving them both to the bathroom to wash up. "Rest now. You earned it."

Chapter Text

Rain hammers the ruins of the old city block, steam rising from cracked asphalt as two figures tear through the night. The obscured sight gives Katsuki a chance to blast forward, palms flaring with violent heat, every explosion echoing like thunder. Katsuki holds back slightly, recognizing the man who used to be his rival and friend. Deku barely dodges the next blast, his own green lightning flickering weaker than it used to from already burning through too much power. Katsuki can see it; the hesitation in his steps, the limp in his right leg, but the bastard still smiles, watching Katsuki.

“Still chasing ghosts, huh, Kacchan?” Deku shouts, wiping blood from his lip. Black whip forms around his body, tip sharpening as he stares Katsuki down.

“Don’t act like you’re one of them,” Katsuki snarls back, launching himself forward with the ground cracking under the force. His gauntlet connects with Deku’s guard, the impact sending both skidding across the rubble. Katsuki doesn’t give him the chance to recover... he’s on him again in a heartbeat, explosions flashing point-blank. Deku counters with a burst of One for All, the shockwave splitting the air and hurling Katsuki back through a half-collapsed wall. The noise is deafening, filling the air with dust and concrete from the blowback.

Katsuki coughs once, spits blood, and grins. “That all you got, nerd?” He’s ready for more intensity if called for. Deku charges again, slower now, but still dangerous as he swings his fist. But Katsuki catches his arm, twists, and drives a knee into his ribs. The crack that follows isn’t thunder, causing Izuku to gasp and his knees buckle. Katsuki’s next explosion hits his shoulder, knocking him down hard and deactivating black whip. The hero’s instinct screams at him to stop, but the rest of him doesn’t listen, at least not yet. He pins Deku to the ground, smoke pouring off his palms, their faces inches apart with the tension in the air.

“You could’ve come back,” Katsuki says through gritted teeth. “You didn’t have to become this. We could've been top ten together with our agency..."

Deku’s eyes, which are tired and cracked with guilt, meet Katsuki's crimson ones. “You left me behind first... I woke up from a coma. You weren't around for weeks, even after being told that I was awake. I waited for you. You never showed, I had to recover and train without your help." Those lines hit harder than any punch. Katsuki freezes for barely a second, but it’s just enough time for the rain to wash the blood from Deku’s face and make everything look cleaner than it was, reminding him of who they used to be. He reaches for the cuffs, clicking them around Deku’s wrists, and stands up with his voice flat and low.

“It’s over.”

Deku doesn’t fight it this time, finding it’s no use due to his injuries, and allows himself to be pulled up, body swaying from exhaustion. Katsuki gazes toward the city lights in the distance, listening to the sirens and tracking the flashing reds and blues. Police and first responders are making their way towards the scene. He looks back at his once friend, takes a deep breath, and then looks away, staring at the lights. However, instead of walking toward the lights, he turns and drags Deku in the opposite direction, the night swallowing them both.

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The rain doesn’t let up by the time they reach Katsuki’s apartment. It’s far too quiet for two people who’d just tried to kill each other. Katsuki shoves Deku inside, kicks the door shut, and tosses his soaked jacket on the floor. Izuku notices when Katsuki removes only one cuff fro his wrist. Seems Katsuki isn’t ready to trust anything yet, least of all Izuku's motives or ideas that may form.

Deku drops onto the edge of the couch, shivering slightly but still watching Katsuki with that same stubborn focus… as if he’s the one still in control. The room smells faintly of gunpowder and instant ramen, evidence of the life of a pro hero who didn’t have time or means for normal things. "You don't really splurge on yourself, do you? Ramen? What happened to your chef-inspired meals back when we attended UA? Or when you nagged that I chopped vegetables wrong that one time?" Izuku raises his brow, watching Katsuki in the kitchen. When he doesn’t get an answer save for a low grunt, he continues. "You’re supposed to turn me in,” Deku murmurs with his voice slightly hoarse and still recovering from the recent events.

“Yeah, well,” Katsuki mutters, running a hand through his wet hair, “supposed to and going to are two different things.” He walks into the kitchen, grabs a towel, and tosses it at Izuku. “Wipe your damn face. You’re getting blood on my couch.” Katsuki hates the rain and getting wet by said rain…espeically when it’s not in the sexy way. Deku huffs a laugh, quiet and bitter, but he does wipe his face while watching out of the corner of his eye. Katsuki leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching him closely.

“You went rogue, Deku,” Katsuki says flatly. “You started breaking people and not saving them. You really think I wouldn’t come for you?”

“I didn’t expect you to win,” Deku shoots back, eyes narrowing. “Guess that’s on me.”

The silence after that is thick, and Katsuki doesn’t rise to the bait, not this time. He then sighs, low and sharp, before he pulls up a chair across from Izuku. "Talk,” he said. “You’ve got one chance before I call it in. You claim I abandoned you and that I caused this."

He tactfully ignores the pile of bills nearby, most of his money going to his mother thanks to the commission. It was a stupid arrangement with the old hag, that guarantees the sly old bitch most of his income. He fucking hates it and would take it back if he could. He really hopes Izuku doesn’t notice. The other man has always been annoying with his keen eyes.

Deku looks down at his cuffed hand, eyes catching on how the metal glints in the dim light. “You wouldn’t understand." His eyes slant sideways to the bills before looking back at Katsuki with guilt written on his face.

“Try me.”

For a long moment, neither of them move; however, soon Deku’s shoulders sink. “Heroes stopped saving people. Instead of saving people and innocents, they started saving systems, finding it more important than the population and civilians. I couldn’t be part of that; it made me sick to my stomach. Especially how quirkless are treated, beaten, kicked out, or spat on. Do you even notice how the commission treats pro heroes? I am sure you do...” His eyes shoot back to the bills and return to Katsuki. "Part of your money is going to your parents; that’s why you’re surviving on the bare minimum."

Katsuki doesn’t look away, but his jaw tightens, and that's when he realizes the ugly truth he’s always suspected. He leans forward, elbows on his knees. “You could’ve fixed it from the inside. You could've talked to me about it or something. I am sorry I didn't visit you... I was on non-stop missions from the commission." He takes a deep breath, "I wen-"

Deku’s look is sharp and vicious.“You don’t fix rot. You tear it out, burn it even. You don’t clean it from the inside out; that only causes more rot to spread. It’s mold and filth. You kill it from the source.” The words hang there, heavy and final as Katsuki sits back, exhaling slowly. He doesn’t know whether to punch him or agree with him, which is what really scares him the most, even more than every fight they’ve ever had. "Still. I didn't want to take you down like this."

"Does that mean you aren't turning me in?" Izuku looks at Katsuki for a moment and tilts his head.

"No. I have a better idea. You saw my bills. You help me and I won't turn you in." Katsuki slowly stands up as he looks at Izuku. "You don't really have a choice here." He picks up Izuku, throwing him over his shoulder and heads towards the bedroom, not even giving the man a chance to reply. He tosses Izuku onto the silken bed sheets. "Strip." He commands as he leans over Izuku, staring him down.

Izuku blushes deeply at the command, looking at Katsuki and wondering if he had heard that right. His eyes pan around the room and then chuckles. “Holy shit. You're that camboy everyone talks about." He whistles softly under his breath, not stripping just yet. "I mean, gotta pay the bills, right, Kacchan?"

Katsuki looks back at Izuku's freckled face and leans in closer, pinning Izuku to the bed and wraps his hand around the man's throat. "I said strip. You're going to be the star tonight. Not me,” he growls, leaning in closer to Izuku's ear. "Behave, and maybe I’ll let you go."

Izuku raises an eyebrow and chuckles softly. "And I should help you, why? Besides a threat of jail time, you always enjoy running after me.” He pauses for a moment before his face shifts into something mischievous. “Fine, I’ll help only on one condition. You join me in taking down the commission." He tilts his head, looking at the blonde expectantly, while having that usual smug look on his face hidden by his smile.

"You want me to join you? As a villain?" Katsuki takes a moment to process those words. "I have my own agency, Izuku. I can't just aban-" Izuku grabs onto Katsuki while he’s in the middle of talking and kisses him deeply, their bodies clashing together in a passionate hold. "I am not saying give up your agency, Kacchan. Be my spy. Be my everything behind those doors to the commission. Feed me intel and I feed you. It’s a win-win situation, right?"

Katsuki growls and shoves his head into his hands, trying to hide the blush from the kiss. A true bottom's worst nightmare. A dom is giving him a chance. "....I do want things to change, sure." He looks towards the webcam and the computer hooked up with dozens of VPNs and encryptions to prevent others from finding out who he is. Katsuki even wears a puppy-type hooded mask, a voice changer, and a few other accessories to avoid being found out when he does his shows. "Fine. I suppose so. We have a deal."

Izuku snickers as he smirks, eyes pinned to Katsuki. Perfect. "That was easy to convince you. Damn." He walks over, now half-naked as he presses his face against Katsuki's chest. "Biceps. Makes me purr,” Izuku teases. Katsuki shoves him to the bed and strips the rest of his clothing off. "I am assuming I won't be able to hide my face, unlike you,” Izuku drawls.

"You assume right, Deku." Katsuki moves, getting his puppy hood on, leather bondage straps and harness around his body. Then, he grabs rope, looking towards Izuku. "I am going to give the viewers options to do whatever they please." The blonde grins sadistically and places down a bottle of lube. The bed also has a set of sounding rods, a custom cock cage with the urethra exposed, different types of gags, and several attachments for a long-distance remote-controlled Sybian.

Izuku blinks, staring at the different items assorted on the bed. "You are a fucking slut. Fuck. I should've tuned in more for those livestreams of yours." He tilts his head, his eyes examining the gag choices and the sounding rods. Katsuki steps in front of Izuku, maneuvering between his legs and holding the cock cage. "This is the only thing we’re starting with before I turn on that fucking camera." Within moments, Izuku has his cock locked in the cage and feels the blood rush down below, making him hard.

"Calling me a slut, yet you’re already hard from a cage,” Katsuki tuts as he moves to the computer and removes the sheet from the camera. When the light turns on, Katsuki steps in front of it, voice changing to a deeper tone. "Hello! Welcome to a special livestream. You all know him as Deku, the local hero turned villain. Today, he is my honored guest. You all have the once in a lifetime opportunity for this special event. The first person to send seven thousand yen gets to decide what we start with! I have several items to choose from such as rope and gags. The picture of what I have available is pinned to the top of the chat." Katsuki grins behind his mask, stepping out of sight and pointing the camera at Izuku.

Izuku blushes deeply when the camera is aimed directly at him. Seeing himself on full display on the computer behind the camera makes him even more turned on than he has any right to be. He blinks at the goal number already hitting past seven thousand yen. The goal hits at fifteen thousand yen and continues rising. The highest bid has the username: MasterBlood. No doubt… Blood Riot. He rolls his eyes at that. That fucker always did have a thing for him.

"Fifteen thousand from MasterBlood. What would you like him to do?" Katsuki speaks up behind the camera with a smirk. He reads the chat and then plays the voice message from Blood Riot himself. "Fuck his mouth using the widest gag you have. I want to see him get deep throated by that dick of yours."

Katsuki looks right back at Izuku with such a grin that Izuku's spine shivers. "Got it. We’ll start there." He steps over to Izuku and picks up the O-ring deepthroat gag. "Open your mouth, pole-sucker," he purrs while caressing the villain's cheek gently. When Izuku opens his mouth, Katsuki places the gag in and tightens the straps behind Izuku's head. "Your mouth pussy is going to feel so good on my dick."

Izuku groans through the gag, unable to close his mouth as it spreads his teeth wide around the ring. Drops of drool start to drip down his chin as Katsuki positions his cock in front of him, slowly stroking his length until he slides through the ring and into Izuku's mouth. "Fuck.. So tight." He angles his cocksleeve enough for the camera to see the whole shot of Katsuki sliding in and out slowly.

A ding sounds through the computer. Someone donated another thousand. The computer speaks the text out loud: "Faster, use that cockwhore!" That only makes Katsuki thrust faster into Izuku's throat while Izuku moans around the length, trying to sneak breaths through his nose in between each thrust. “Fuck Deku, your mouth is so warm, I am going to cum soon. Can’t wait to see you swallow my seed.” Katsuki grunts, shoving his cock down deeper, hitting the back of Izuku’s throat and expecting a gag reflex, which surprisingly doesn’t happen. He tilts his head before smirking. “You don’t have a gag reflex, do you, Izuku?” Izuku looks up at Katsuki with those big emerald eyes that have tears forming, silently giving the answer the blonde hoped for.

Izuku grabs onto the bed sheets, gripping tightly as he feels that length invade his throat even further. The hard cock soon gushes white salty cum down Izuku’s throat, Katsuki holding him in place while he empties his load. Izuku swallows it down quickly and eagerly, trying to take a breath. Katsuki pulls out of his mouth, rubbing Izuku’s throat gently while stepping away towards the camera. “Look at that cockwhore swallow my cum. Alright. We have more viewers! Welcome to the stream.”

“ScarredDaddy and Mindbreaker,” Katsuki smirks, looking towards the new members on the screen. “The next goal! Whoever sends in thirty thousand yen can choose between fisting his ass or abusing his balls and cock!” He seems to be getting greedy now as he watches the money roll in. Mindbreaker bids to thirty thousand first with the message: Cock and Ball torture. Blood Riot is making notes of each message that rolls through, as does ScarredDaddy. Izuku thinks about those two names, realization washing over him. Dabi and Shinsou... The other villains who had tried to get with him when he first started on the streets. Figures. Izuku rolls his eyes internally while he listens to Katsuki jabber to the stream. “Sounding it is,” Katsuki speaks up as he grabs the lube excitedly, as if he had been waiting to use the rods from the start.

Izuku eyes the first rod being picked up. it’s at least smaller than a pencil, much to his amazement. Katsuki is being more merciful than he thought he would be. Izuku slowly tries to shimmy away, but before he can, he feels his caged cock being grabbed by Katsuki while he’s pinned to the bed. He holds back a moan as his back is pressed into the bedsheets. Another ding chimes with the text-to-speech echoing in the room. “Ten thousand for him to be tied up while you sound him.” That came from ScarredDaddy.

Katsuki pauses with the bottle of lube in preparation for the rod, “Perfect.” Izuku barely hears the muttered word before he’s shoved to the bed and rolled to his stomach. His arms and hands are held behind his back and his legs are forced wide for the blonde. With skillful technique, Izuku is bound and spread by the ropes. A knot rests against each nipple and one grinds into his ass. The ring gag is replaced by a ball gag when Izuku is pulled back to a sitting position on his knees, with his cock and balls ready to be abused.

Katsuki reaches for the lubed-up rod and then holds Izuku’s caged cock steadily in his hand. “It will feel different, but I think you will enjoy it, Izuku,” he purrs softly against Izuku’s ear while sliding the rod into the cock silt. Izuku makes a noise through the gag as drool spills down the sides of his chin. He can’t move or fight it as the rod dives down deeper, hitting his spot internally and forcing him to arch in his bindings. If it wasn’t for the rod, Izuku would cum right then and there. “Mmm, such a slut for your cock being fucked aren’t you?” Katsuki growls, watching Izuku squirm against the rod before slapping upwards against Izuku’s strained balls. “You’re a drooling mess.” Katsuki wipes away a bit of the drool from Izuku’s chin before moving on to the next-sized rod.

Izuku immediately groans when his slit is forced to stretch around the next rod, arching his back and unable to cum. The cage had been fastened tightly enough to prevent his ability to do so and his balls were wrapped up in a rope. Katsuki ignores the mumbles and noises Izuku makes while fucking the cock hole with the rod at an increased pace. Izuku doesn’t even notice through teary eyes when Katsuki switches the rod for an even bigger size, making him whimper and squirm harder. Katsuki smacks Izuku’s balls harder and squeezes for that moment while Izuku strains, stilling the villain’s movements.

Katsuki continues to fuck the cock silt until he thinks Izuku has truly had enough, then unbinds his purpling balls and sets the rods to the side. He stands up to get ready to post a new goal when suddenly all three viewers send in fifty thousand yen each. “...Damn. The hell did you three decide on?” He tilts his head, going to the chat and giving Izuku the chance to recover despite being unable to cum. “Oh. Perfect. I have been wanting to try this one out. Lucky you, Izuku. You get to try it first.”

Izuku freezes, not sure he likes the sound of that. Before he can even question or act, the cage around his cock is quickly removed, earning Katsuki the view of Izuku’s cock streaming cum out of the silt and down the front of the bed, making a huge mess. “Damn, you were holding that in for so long,” Katsuki comments as he pulls Izuku over. Izuku is placed over Katsuki’s lap, lying on his stomach. Katsuki smirks as he smacks the freckled ass and squeezes each cheek. “I'd better prep you,” he whispers as he smacks again, pulling squeals from Izuku as he removes the knot over his asshole. With Katsuki’s hand covered in lube, he slathers the lube down the crack and into the pink rimmed hole. “Otherwise, you may tear, and we don’t want that,” Katsuki coos while sliding his finger against the edge of the rim. He strokes a few times before working his finger inside. Izuku arches his back and moans through the gag. A second finger slides in with the first, pumping in sync and curling, trying to aim for the spot. Izuku clenches his eyes shut as his ass swallows the two fingers easily, as if he had prepped himself before any of this. Katsuki chuckles softly as he continues adding fingers until he’s just shy of fitting his fist inside. “I think you are stretched enough. I’m sure you’re excited to see what we have for you.” He moves Izuku down on the bed as he sets up the Syiban with the horse cock already attached to the base.

Izuku looks over and his eyes widen, staring at the cock. He’s supposed to fit on that? Fuck… The intel better be worth it. While lost in his thoughts, Katsuki finishes setting it up. Izuku groans as Katsuki holds him up above that cock, lining him up, and then helps him slowly slide down on it. All ten inches slide right into Izuku’s guts as he moans helplessly through the gag. However, the gag is removed just before a lewd sounding moan tears from Izuku for everyone to hear. Katsuki gives the code out for control of the horse cock. The first one to grab it would have control.

Blood Riot smirks as he takes hold of the code first, earning disappointed whines from the others. Izuku squeals, feeling the cock move out of his ass and then slam right back in, his own cock spurting another wave of cum over the bed and Sybian. Blood Riot doesn’t slow it down; in fact, he increases the speed. Izuku listens to his own ass swallow that full ten inches with sloppy noises, and his spent cock is already getting hard again. He arches his back, letting out a loud moan as his mouth gapes open.

“Fuck, he’s already getting hard.” Katsuki strokes himself watching that horse cock slam between Izuku’s cheeks, the speed suddenly increasing to the max and driving in and out of Izuku with fast strokes. Izuku pants heavily as he cums for a third time that night. Based on the increasing numbers on the screen and Blood Riot’s bank account, Izuku isn’t banking on relief any time soon. For the next few hours, Izuku will keep his word as the star of Katsuki’s show.

Intel for fuckery, right, Izuku?