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Izuku hissed. “I'm not telling you anything about Ground Zero. I won't let you hurt Ka—him! I'd rather die!” The man above him froze. A full body shudder ran through Menpo. Izuku squeezed his eyes shut, ready for the pain of the punch to come. He flinched when a hand gently

Menpo continued to tease though. “Speak up nerd. Dreaming about your favorite hero I bet!” His voice light and jovial. “Maybe I should be pissed. I'm the one making you feel good, but you're dreaming about Ground Zero's cock.” The nerd rose up in him. If he dreamed about anyone

thighs. So—ugh soft—shit! Huggin' me like such a good slut. Izuku shuddered and watched with detached horror as the slimy tentacle changed shape into that of a glistening cock head. Each time it poke out from between his thighs it sent currents of pleasure pulsating through him

without your desire, but I fear I cannot hold back if I continue.” Izuku would enthusiastically consent of course. Shouto would take his time opening Izuku, stating what he was doing before continuing with each touch. When Izuku squeaked at the first intrusion from the hero's

villain you shitty nerd.” “Could've fooled me!” His breath was cut off by a quick squeeze. “Two: call me a goddamn villain again and I'll leave your naked twink ass in the yard at Tartarus for the real villains to play with. I can guarantee you, they will be no where as gentle

put a video out about Ground Zero. It would make sense. Maybe Deku thought he had to be worthy of Katsuki to put him in an episode. “Stupid nerd.” he scoffed at the idea. Deku was always worthy. He locked the door behind him as he left making sure to keep the key. It was too

classmates. His palms popped when he realized the amount of Icyhot's shit versus not one piece of Ground Zero merch. His jealously was abated only when he took in the rest of the apartment. Everywhere he could see Deku's touch. The coffee cup on the table, a pile of laundry on

that fancy agency of yours and--” “What? I'll have you thrown out on your ass before you take two steps in.” He smirked knowing she must be positively steaming by now. But she cackled—actually cackled like some wicked witch! “Two words: baby albums.”

pause right as Deku bit that fat bottom lip. He groaned and palmed his cock before freeing it from his sweats. Fuck, he was already hard. He shivered as he gripped himself. He gave himself a few strokes before flicking his eyes back up to Deku's crumpled face. God, the nerd

confused about the warmth in his gut when he saw Deku beneath him. So he'd take it out on the nerd with his fists, before going home trying to hide an awkward boner along the way. On screen, Deku's voice hitched and fresh tears stained that stupid bunny hood. He smacked the

There were nights he dreamed about those expressive eyes, wondering how he could have fucked it up so badly. Green-Nerd was his nerd. Deku.

Pikachu already teased him enough about the twink porn. He searched for Green-Nerd, and the first video to pop up was 'Amazing Quirks: All Might Tribute'. It was a few years old, and he felt a twinge of sadness when he realized it'd been uploaded not long after All Might's

'Demolition Squad', comprised of Red Riot, Pinky, and surprisingly Uravity. “Yeah, we got ripped pretty hard by that analysis video.” He narrowed his eyes at that, what video? PR was supposed to bring shit like that to his attention. Before he could interrogate the bulky hero,

She dropped her voice down dramatically. “ 'The quirkless gene shall be purged!' “ “Well we don't have to worry then! God, the Purger should just be patient then. Let the quirkless die of old age.” Bakugo tuned the two out. Grateful for his mask hiding his scowl.

~~~~~~ The train air was stifling—too many people packed in like sardines. Yet another extra elbowed his kidney. He bit his tongue before he could scream at the man, the face mask and hat kept him relatively incognito but he had quite the recognizable voice.

while shaking his head at the meal before stalking over to Izuku. “You're here with me now. Sure it's a big change, and I admit I neglected you for so long. I can understand why you're mad at me for it.” Izuku was too dumbfounded to avoid the man's caressing fingers on his face.

Eat it all. I know I'm a kick ass cook.” “You--” he swallowed, it hurt to talk. “You punched me.” “Well duh, you pissed me off.” The man started before taking a breath. “Look. I got overexcited that you were here. It...it threw me off seeing how ungrateful you were.”

On it, a delectable bowl of pork cutlet steamed next to a glass of ice water. He drained half the glass before turning on the food. This first mouthful had him moaning in delight around the chopsticks. His mother always knew what to make him during a fever!