#deku treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

I think Deku has a bit of a mean streak, actually. he’s no Bakugou—that’s for sure—but he’s not this innocent, sweet angel baby that the media has painted him out to be. but you only catch it when you least expect it, when you’re pushing his nerves, when the stakes to everything around him are high, when he’s tired of endless sleepless nights and just—snaps.

“Oh?” you go, grin unfurling like some grinch, chin resting on your hands as you leer at him from across his expansive desk. “You’re mean.” your words are teasing, a snarl that curls your mouth up. Deku stutters, eyes going wide, jaw snapping shut in surprise as he tries to think back on how rude he just sounded.

“No, I’m not—I mean, you wouldn’t stop and I just—there’s a lot on my plate right now—and you just—you keep on—I’m not—I’m not mean.” He’s sputtering, hands all over the place, the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose falling even lower with how he jabbers on and on. it’s endearing really, to see how he tries to upkeep his image of being so kind and understanding, even though his nostrils just flared at you. and his eyebrows turned down and he gritted at you, his hands were balled into fists, his words were so nasty, so ugly, so unbecoming for Deku.

you liked it. loved it even—vowed to get him like this every single fucking second that you could.

you pick and poke at him whenever you see him, teasing him and pulling at him. pushing him around even though the hero is so much stronger than you, so much bigger. and he lets you, tries to defend himself but—that’s not what you want. you want the ugliness, the snark, the mean.

he snaps, eventually, when you least expect it. grabs you up in black whip when you go to push him against the wall for the third time in only a minute, his eyes suddenly dark, the aura of the room suddenly charged.

“That’s what I was looking for.” you whisper to him, the grin spreading your face quickly dissipating in only seconds when you become the prey. when you become the one pushed up against the wall with teeth at your neck, a hand in your underwear, bullying your hole with too thick fingers.

“Why do you want me to act like this? Be so mean to you, huh?” he sounds so frustrated with himself, with you, growling and nipping and licking when you don’t answer quick enough. but your breath is caught in your lungs because finally—finally, did you get what you wanted. it just took a little bit of pushing, you suppose.

#omg I wrote this idea down last night and couldn’t even type it up #bc I took some sleep meds and it put me out SO FUCKING QUICK???? #usually I don’t lay down until like an hour and a half or two #but it was literally like 40 mins and I was DONE!!!! #but I finally wrote it :D #there’s also been so much talk of him on the dash and i am. very much so liking this #I miss him bc I don’t think about him enough #but I also think he can be. so mean. like NASTY mean when his limits are pushed enough #ohhhh my god I wont him so bad #okay gn I took more meds bc my pelvis has been in so much pain???? #just the right side too??? omg AM I DYING GELP #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #deku treats! 🍬

[kedsandtubesocks]

🧛🏼‍♀️ Trick or treat! 🍬 What halloween activity do you think is absolutely cheesy, but you adore? Any of the boys think the same of those activities?

Oh dear Hiccup hi howdy Happy Halloween!!! I’m so happy you flew on by! 🥺🎃💕

So ‘graveyard dirt’ is one of my favorite Halloween treats and I knew I had to whip you up some so please take one!

And oh my god the question you asked my spooky little heart is SOARING lol

So i absolutely love listening to Halloween music LMAO! Like my Halloween/spooky playlist is a blend of everything and it’s such a whiplash because one minute it’s a song from the silent hill OST the next it’s the monster mash (im awful I know lol)

In the same way I told my sister, people listen to Christmas music like if it’s nothing so why can I sing along/vibe out to Halloween music! Plus it’s just a good way to get in the mood for the season ya know? 🎃

So since you kept the “boys” open I’ll do a fun party pack mix type answer lol

Out of the anime fellas I for SURE feel Gojo is the absolute worst/best to sing along to Halloween music with! Like he dramatically sing along to the monster mash and make you laugh at how badly exaggerated he sings and it’s actually so damn funny it’s annoying (sweet)

I also see Deku being the same way too! Really being so silly and sweet when it’s just the two of you or you’re at a Halloween party and he’s jokingly serenading you with hearts in his eyes like the romantic lovesick dork he is lol

A surprise Pedro Pascal fella answer!

Marcus Pike for sure is my romantic down for anything sweetly dorky Pedro boy who he falls into the same category of loving to sing along to Halloween songs and maybe even feels like it becomes a “You and Him” thing that he ends up cherishing

Thank you again so for dropping by and for such a treat of a question Hiccup!

Here’s a Halloween joke for you 👻

Why did the vampire need mouthwash?

Because he had bat breath!

I know I’m sorry lol

#as I typed this out I literally had said Halloween playlist on LMAOOO #thanks again pumpkin I hope the rest of your day is a treat 🎃🖤✨ #asks and such things 💌

[crybaby-bkg]

Yakuza boss Deku that’s sooo sweet and gentle with you, that you had no clue what he did in terms of work. You just assumed that maybe he was an heir to a big corporation, or hustled a lot on the side whenever you weren’t around. You couldn’t be further from the truth, but it’s all still so baffling. At how gentle he is with you, how kind he is, sweet and caring. It’s only been a few weeks since you started seeing each other, and he was nothing if not a gentleman.

Your sexual explorations with each other never went very far. He never got fully undressed, despite you laying bare in front of him. But oh, would he worship you. Get down on his knees and eat you out for hours, it was a wonder his jaw wasn’t tired. And even then, would he just keep going and going until you passed out, unable to ask him if he wanted to switch places.

But, one day, you’re determined to do something for him. Izuku was just too kind, it was unfair how he never let you treat him as well as he treated you. So when he comes over to your place one day, tired, with his head resting on the back of your couch, do you finally worship him the way he deserves.

“What’re you doing?” He asks in a gasp, catching your hands in his own big ones as you start undoing his belt. You can only look up at him with big, rounded eyes, hope he caves as easily as he always does when it comes to you.

“It’s unfair,” you pout. “You never let me touch you too. I just wanna please you, ‘Zuku.” Your voice is so soft and your mouth is so warm where you kiss at his knuckles. You’ll ask him later where that one bruise came from, but for now, you rest your head in his lap. Try not to grin when you feel his cock jump under your cheek, batting your lashes when he swallows audibly.

“Just,” Izuku swallows again, slowly releasing your hands as he undoes his own belt, pushing his black slacks down until they rest just beneath his balls. “Just this once, okay?”

And it’s all you need to hear. You kiss and lick at the side of his cock, nuzzling your cheek against it, mouthing at the forking veins up the side. Izuku can’t help his noises, his little grunts and sighs, his deep groan when you finally put the head in your mouth. He’s so gentle, holding your cheek softly in his grip, feeling it hollow in a suctioning motion as you slide a little further past his tip.

He doesn’t buck his hips or push your head down, and in a sense, you wish he would. So you move his hand to the back of your head, encouraging him to guide you, moaning around his length when he twitches in your mouth.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” you hear him say in a gasp the moment you slide down on his cock. His tip hits the back of your throat and you gag, holding still despite Izuku trying to pull you back up for air. But you don’t budge, only let your jaw hang a little, panting, tongue dancing up the underside, relishing in the brief tug at your hair before it loosens.

You don’t answer him verbally, but instead sink down on his cock again and again, until you’re sure the back of your mouth is bruised in the shape of his tip. You never take him out of your mouth, only pull back until his head rests on your tongue, jerking the rest of it sloppily with your hand. You stare up at him all the while, feeling yourself throb at the sight of him.

Izuku has always been a composed man. Always stood tall and sure of himself, always handled himself with the confidence that made you start to fall for him. But now? Now, his hair is a disheveled mess, like he’s been running a hand through it the entire time. His emerald eyes are dull, blown out by lust, pupils dilated in pleasure. His mouth hangs open, and you can see the strain in his white button up as he tries not to shove your head down. Something terrible must glint in your eyes, because he does just that.

Shoves you down until you choke and splutter, nails digging into his thighs as he starts using your mouth for his own pleasure. He’s full of apologies the whole time as he abuses your throat, thighs tensing at the gagging sounds you emit, whining high in his throat when you gurgle around his balls.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to—fuck!” Izuku hisses through his teeth, feeling his sack tighten as he’s about to cum. He rips your mouth off of him, watching the drool and precum messy your lips and chin, connecting to his twitching cock, and it’s enough to do him in. He finishes all over your face, still holding your hair in his hands as he jerks himself off, cum splattering over your eyes and nose and that big grin you never seem to lose.

When he finishes and catches his breath, you attempt to clean him up, pull his pants down even further so that maybe he could shower with you. But as you go to yank them off of him, you get a glimpse of some ink on his thigh. Izuku stops you quickly, post haze going up in flames as he looks at you with wild eyes. He blinks a few times, wonders if you’ve seen too much, and only speaks when you don’t get that terrified look so many have had in the past.

“Let’s go to your room, so I can reward you. Yeah?” He hopes he doesn’t sound as breathless from nervousness, that you equate it to still coming down from his high. And you seem none the wiser, nodding your head as you stand on shaky legs, grabbing his hand and pulling him to your bedroom. You only hope if you confront him about the tattoos, he doesn’t do what Yakuza members know best.

#I was hesitant to write this bc I know bkg posts do better #but I said FICK YHAY I write for myself ^_^ #also I was only gonna write the concept down so I wouldn’t forget #but ended up writing the whole thing even tho I’m supposed to be leaving in a few mins wksjdkd #also I saw one of those Reddit story time tt’s and it talked about yakuza members breaking this guys legs #cause he kicked a kid in the chest and I was like. wow. dk core. #anyway pls enjoy this as I try not to cry putting my headwrap on :) #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #deku treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: implied dom reader/sub Izuku, humiliation, degradation

“You’re a fucking dirty, rotten pervert, Izuku.” you murmur under your breath, watching how his pretty, curved cock twitches where it lies on his belly. you run a single finger up the shaft, around the bulging vein, until it settles under the head. its flushed a deep red, a pretty contrast to the tan of his skin, the freckles that dot his hip. you look at him from under your lashes, smiling when his eyes flutter and he settles back into the silkiness of the bed sheets.

“Yeah,” Izuku sighs all prettily for you, an almost dopey expression painting his face as you watch his chest rise and fall. its a pretty sight that he makes, with a flush that goes all the way down to his nipples, perky and brown, his pecs wide, and his jaw so relaxed that you watch him swallow every few seconds.

"What would everyone do if they knew what disgusting shit the Number One Hero was into?" you ask quietly to yourself, one hand still toying with that sensitive spot under his head, the other starting to run your nail over the seam of his balls. Izuku sucks in a shaky breath at that, eyes clenched shut as you can almost see how he bites back the need to cum.

"If they knew how much of a little slut you are for me?" you grin now, when his eyes roll open and his mouth drops open in a pant. fuck, he's so pretty like that, when his eyes cross momentarily when you cup his heavy balls in your hand.

"Oh, fuck," he hisses out, hands clenching the pillows beside him tightly. you cock your head at him, can't help but feel like you have to be a little mean to him. but its okay; he likes it.

"Say it. Say you're my little slut." you bite at him, showing him your teeth as you feel a whole body shiver wrack through his body.

"I'm, shit, I'm your l-little slut." Izuku groans, eyes squeezing shut when a drool of precum slides down onto his belly and you scoop it up with that same finger that's been teasing him. you play with the sticky substance between your fingers for a second, almost examining it, before you turn your eyes to him. you smile.

"Good boy."

#I started this with just the first two lines of dialogue on feb 25 lol that's insane actually #life was just beating my ass its chill #actually its not chill I hate everything #anyway I wanted to do something freaky with him but couldn't think of anything specifically which is why its so vague lol #I wanted to try sounding but sounding actually scares me a little AJSGDLAH #maybe next time lol #or maybe this time #everyone imagine he has a sounding tool in his wiener lmfao #okay bye sorry I don't know how to act sorry #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #deku treats! 🍬 #IS THAT HOW YOU SPELL WIENER??? OR IS IT WEINER???? WHERE IS THE RED LINE????

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: yandere reader, implied stalking, implied drugging, dubcon

hello………have u ever considered being yandere and convincing yourself that you and Deku are actual soulmates, and he just doesn’t know it yet. you try to get his attention for so long, through so many different ways (you try to become a hero, and then a villain, and then a helpless civilian and then—) and he just. never really notices you.

so you take matters into your own hands. you get him down somehow, when it’s late and not enough important people catch onto it until you’ve already gotten him. trapped him somewhere far that’s hard for most to find, tied up and at your mercy.

he’s so cute when he wakes up confused and groggy, asking, what’s going on, who are you, what is he doing here? but you can’t let him know your plans too early on, so you only sit on the bed beside him, smiling, running a hand up his naked stomach (when did you undress him?).

all hell breaks loose when he tells you that he doesn’t remember you, that you need to let him go, he doesn’t know you, you won’t get into much trouble for doing this. and that—and that’s heart wrenching? earth shattering?

how does your soulmate just not remember you, know you, love you as much as you love him? it stings more than cold metal slicing your flesh, and you cry. you cry so fucking hard into your hands at the rejection, defeated sobs wracking your body as he valiantly tries to calm you down.

so Deku, ever the kind and gracious hero that he is, comforts you. he coos to you, negates all your whining about how you must be too ugly for him, how you’re not good enough for him. he doesn’t realize the monster he’s enabling with his words until it’s too late.

he thinks he may be too kind for his own good, because in only a few moments, your tears have dried up and you’re perched on top of his chest. you look down at him with big, glassy eyes, head tilted as you cup his freckled and warm cheeks in your hands.

“You think I’m pretty?” you ask quietly, and he knows, he knows he shouldn’t cater to you. but Deku’s not a liar despite the circumstances he’s put in, and he’s sure if you would’ve approached him normally, he would’ve been interested in you.

“So pretty.” He whispers out in a rushed breath. the rest of his words get lost in his throat, his plea to be released, because you’re climbing over him. you only wear his shirt (when did you break into his apartment? how didn’t he notice? he just wore that shirt last night?) and a pair of underwear that you’re sliding to the side. you look at him with starry eyes that hold more adoration than he’s comfortable to look back at.

“Is…she pretty, too?” you ask, your voice low as if you’re scared of anyone else hearing you. Deku tries to look away, but you don’t let him, gathering the crown of his hair to force him to look at you between your legs, your other wrist holding your underwear away, fingers stretching your lips until your hole is exposed.

“Answer me.” you try to snap but your voice is so wobbly, so unconvincing for a stronger man. Deku doesn’t think he’s all that strong in the moment.

“Prettiest one I’ve ever seen.” He tries to convince himself he’s lying just to appease you, but the twitch of his cock tells him otherwise. you let out a breath of laughter, a grin so wide on your face it unnerves him and also makes him a little harder.

“Kiss her then, if it’s so pretty.” You tell him with a jut of your chin, scooting up until you hover directly over his mouth. Deku splutters, hesitates, tries to close his eyes. but he finds himself kissing back when you sit on his face, and he thinks—he thinks he might be a sicko for how there isn’t much coercion to devour you after that.

#this is a **** and twisted idea I fear #I had to write this literally like three times bc it was so hard to get out n convey #but I love it sm 😔 #just being so obsessed with him that you have to have him to yourself #make him understand the obsession #make it a mutual thing #omg what if u lose the obsession after a while and just kinda. free him. #and he’s so confused bc he’s so used to your constant attention and he just can’t handle #not being your center anymore #and he becomes the yandere in the end #DOES THIS MAKE SENSE idk bc im on sleep meds and drowsy LOL #anyway posting this now and q’ing for the morning! #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #deku treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

please, for the love of God, elaborate on mean streak deku, that little blurb you posted is stuck in my head , plz give the ppl some crumbs 🙏🏽

Deku’s the type who you think takes so much to get to that point of snapping and being so mean with you, until you know where to poke at him. at first, you say slick little comments that you know bother him, watch that interview like smile twitch just so at the corner of his mouth, the light in his eyes dim just the tiniest amount. but it doesn’t work—he just puts that facade back up and responds back in that jovial and polite way he always does.

then you try going the physical route. bumping his shoulders when you pass him in the halls, pulling at his ears like some petulant imp when he sits beside you in the break room, kicking his shins under the table when he’s across from you at meetings. but he takes it all in stride, only huffing at you softly but—but you see it. the way you’re wearing him down, how his irritation grows and festers every time he catches a glimpse of your evil little grin.

it comes to a head, again, when you fuck with him about hero work. it’s late, you shouldn’t even be here, and yet here you are—standing in front of his desk, swiping away the reports he had been working on for hours now. he doesn’t say anything for a long while, his head tilted down, the shadows casted by his bangs hiding the green in his eyes. until they look at you, so quick, his movements are barely seen when he brings you halfway over his desk.

“I need you to stop it.” He tells you, firm and slow and deliberate, a hand gripped on the base of your neck as he stands. he’s nose to nose with you, and you can damn near count every freckle dotting his face. his mouth is tight and his thick brows are pulled taut, the scars running across his face twitching and you think—he’s never looked hotter.

“Or what?” You ask him, grinning, a little breathless at the green electricity that runs down his body. “I thought you weren’t a mean person, Deku. Are you really gonna be mean to me?”

he kisses the pout right off your lips. kisses and bites every visible inch of your skin as he drags you over the desk, teeth gnashing against your own; you taste copper, and you think that it’s never tasted better when it comes from him.

(he’s so mad at you the entire time, fusses at you for making him act like this at work. for making him fuck you so hard that it moves his desk a good two feet forward. for making him leave the impressions of his molars on your neck and your chest and your stomach and thighs. for making him grip you so tight that his knuckles white. for making him like the airy look you get whenever he gets so, so mean with you.)

#I’m so sorry that this took so long for me to get to 😭 #I’ve been busier than usual and my memory is akin to dory I fear #but I hope you like it!!!! #I wub him vury much <3 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #deku treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

Being in the forest, you’ve come across all kinds of things, people, beings. You, being one of them, a fairy, an olden one of your kind, the kin that’s far and few to find just lurking around. So you’re special, held in high regard to those who frequent your area of the forest, respected and highly praised. Most know to bow and smile without teeth when they see you, except for one.

He’s new, you suspect, with his too big green eyes and tilted head. He takes in every part of the forest, mumbling to himself, picks at his bottom lip. His hands rests on his hips, and you notice his chest is naked and his lower half is covered in thick, dense fur. It tapers off into shiny hooves that he taps into the soft grass, and you wonder when the last time you saw a satyr was.

He’s a pretty one, you think, with thick curly green locks and curious eyes. His ears are pointed and they twitch in your direction at your giggle when he trips over a tree root. His gaze swivels over to the flower you rest on, and he perks up at the sight of it, clumsily making his way to you.

Everything’s all giggles from you, until he picks up the flower you rest on, mouth opening as the flower comes quickly to his mouth. Before he can devour you, you screech at him, something in your old tongue that nobody in a thirty mile radius could understand. But he stops, pulling the flower back, his curious green eyes widening when he finally makes out your camouflaged body sitting prettily in the bud of the flower.

“Have you no manners?” You ask, voice a huff that makes the satyr’s head tilt in the other direction. He blinks a few times before his eyes widen in excitement, mouth dropping open as he takes you in.

“You’re a…” his voice delves off, as he realizes what kind of fairy you must be. One he’s only heard of in tales, ones that are as old as time. He can’t believe he’s seeing one in real time, much less almost eating one!

“Give me your name, and I’ll forgive your indiscretion.” You offer him, chin jutting out in his direction. He knows he shouldn’t, knows you guys are full of tricks, that he should only admire from afar. But you’re so pretty in that ethereal type of way, and so, so tiny in his hands, that he wonders just how much damage you could actually cause. So he bites the bullet, doesn’t even realize that with just a name, he’s sealed his fate.

“Izuku. My name is Izuku.”

Izuku, or Deku as he likes to be called, has become so subservient to you as the days go on. Carries you everywhere, despite your wings working perfectly fine. Feeds you the fruit from trees without a single complaint, bathes you in the lakes despite his face always turning so red.

He even touches you the way you like to be touched. Lets you stay in his palm, figure hidden behind thick trees, a patch in the openness of the forest where only you two reside. He holds his thickest finger above you, watches with intent vermillion eyes as you lay on your back in his palm, rubbing your tiny little clit all over the pad of his finger. He could crush you in this position, but all he can think of is how immoral it would be to kill an ancient fairy from trying to shove you on his too big cock.

And despite using his big fingers to get you off for so long, it still isn’t enough. He’s surprised, one dusky morning, when he enters that patch in the forest that’s become you guys’ special spot, and doesn’t find you sleeping on a leaf. No, instead, Deku finds someone who looks eerily like you, only bigger in size—so, so much bigger.

Your hair looks so soft and your skin glows an eery golden haze around it. Your wings look iridescent in the slithers of morning light, as they flap lightly when he enters the thicket. Your body is bare, and it only feels that much intenser when everything is so much bigger, so easier to see in the broadening of your skin.

Your eyes are devious, with a downright cruel smile. You stretch where you lay, yawning a little, flipping on your back as you look at Izuku upside down, body bare and on display. It makes him think back to how hard he would have to strain to look in between your legs, now looking away at just how clear everything is.

“It’s time to prove your usefulness to me, Izuku. Are you ready?” You ask in a voice so sultry, he thinks he might melt on the spot. He should’ve known better than to give an ancient fairy his name, knows he’s spellbound to you and your every wish for eternity. But a part of him wishes he only would’ve met you sooner.

“I’m more than ready.”

#I’ve had this idea in my drafts for like 3 weeks now #but kept forgetting about it and then I got lazy lol #love this idea tho I’ve been wanting to write about fairy reader for a while now #but couldn’t think of anything else!! #it’s something about too big clumsy satyr izuku with this tiny conniving lil fairy that he always carries around #that just makes me :((((( #he’s so beeg but sooo gentle #omg and when you try to kiss for the first time while you’re still tiny #his eyes squint so much and he’s got this big pucker on his lips #he can barely even feel your kiss but it’s soft and light and he thinks he’s in love #and he’s so easy to tease #AHHHHH I NEED TO LAY DOWN!!!!!! #I wont him so bad #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #deku treats! 🍬 #also if anyone wants to talk more about this then I’m more than happy to 👀

[crybaby-bkg]

Physical therapist AU that popped up into my mind yesterday and I can’t stop thinking about them!!!!

Bakugou as the physical therapist that most people are kind of scared of. He doesn’t get that many clients, only because his methods are a little harsh and his words are a little mean, but it’s only because he wants the best for you and your body. He focuses solely on your upper body and arms, for when you have pains or surgeries. He’s such an ass, likes to pick up 20 pound weights and show you how to do your exercise, tuts at you when you complain that your two pound weights are too heavy. But on the days when he really sees you struggling, his voice is a lot kinder, and he’ll give you the one pound weights when he sees your arms shaking a little. But the next appointment, you won’t be able to slack off!

Kiri as the lower body and legs physical therapist in the studio. He’s all cheery and bright when he sees you, is a little imposing with the eye contact whenever he explains each and every muscle in your calf and how it aids you and why it hurts when you run without warming up first. He’s just so big, doesn’t realize his size when he climbs up on the tables with you so that he can bend and twist your leg every which way to show you how it should feel. You hate to disappoint him, watch that bottom lip puff out when you admit that you haven’t done your exercises the way you were supposed to. He must hang out with Bakugou too much, because he goes just a little harder on you those days.

Deku who focuses on the whole body. He’s much like Kiri, with his big green eyes staring holes into your soul as he over explains where the soreness in your flank comes from. His hands are big and soft when they guide you into the right position he wants to put you in, his voice soft. Always whispers a drawn out ‘goooood job’ whenever you can do something he’s instructed you without any hiccups. He turns beet red whenever he realizes how his hands have found themselves in a compromising position on your body, just gets so caught up in guiding you, and it’s the most adorable thing ever.

Denki as the therapist who focuses solely on hands. He’s amazing with his fingers, all long and slender and pretty. He talks your head off when you come in after surgery on your pinky and middle finger, and you can’t help but find it endearing. He shows you how to do your exercises and routines, all pretty smiles and golden eyes that you can’t help but admire with a sweet sigh when you stare at him. He also buys his own lotion to massage into your hands, and coos about how soft they are and how good they smell after, embarrassing you whenever he holds your wrists up for other passersby’s to smell.

Shinsou works primarily with feet and ankles, and he’s damn good at it. He always has a bored little look on his face, and you’re scared he might be too rough, but he’s the complete opposite. Asks you intermittently, does this hurt? is the pain right here? should I add more pressure? And he doesn’t huff when you complain about his hands being too rough. He does give you a stern talking to though when he doesn’t see any progression because you haven’t been keeping up with at home maintenance. But on those days, he also offers up heat with the electro therapy treatment, because he knows you prefer it over the ice.

Todoroki as the additional chiropractor there???? His monotonous voice gives no indication when he’s going to basically separate your spine from your flesh, but you can always see his little hint of a smile when you scream a little. And delinquent turned front desk worker Dabi???? who only works there because his annoying brother got him job, but he doesn’t mind it because he gets to flirt with the patients before they’re whisked off to the back.

#is this entirely based off my experience when I went in high school????? absolutely #lmfao it was such a fun experience #my main therapist is literally bkg in a nutshell #HE WAS KNOWN AS THE OFFICE BULLY AND EVERYTHING AHDHDJDJDJFJ #he was so fucking funny and mean like hello i couldn’t believe I liked him so much #he also told me a story of when he mushed his friends kid onto the floor bc the kid wouldn’t shut up 😭 #literally an asshole but he was also very sweet and caring which I loved lol he would always have all of us laughing #anyway this was inspired when I was getting a massage yesterday lol it felt so good but I couldn’t turn my brain off and thot of this #I kinda wanna write a series of this but would it not get repetitive???? #idk but I will still put it in the drafts lol #tw: surgery #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #bakugou treats! 🍬 #kirishima treats! 🍬 #deku treats! 🍬 #denki treats! 🍬 #shinsou treats! 🍬 #todoroki treats! 🍬 #dabi treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: reader is mentioned wearing a dress and corset, mentions of a butt plug, pet play? kinda

very specific thought I have sometimes when I online shop: deku likes to buy your clothes for you. not in a weird, controlling way really—he just has certain….visions of you in the things he sees. and he’s a little obsessive on his worse day, and he knows he won’t ever get the image of you in those pants if he doesn’t buy them for you immediately.

he’s a little bit of an idiot though, is scammed damn near every week because instagram wont stop promoting those websites that sell all might themed undies and those knee highs with his own face plastered all over them. he says it’s worth it though, when the clothing comes and he surprises you with them with the hope of a fashion show.

he sits on the side of the bed, biting at his thumb nail, staring at your moving shadow from under the en-suite bathroom door. he brought you a baby blue dress with fluffy white buttons up the chest, a matching corset that he’s waiting to tie up, the bunny ears that came with it, and a pair of blue boots with fuzzy ears on top. it’s ridiculous, you told him the moment he showed it to you. I’m not some show pony, you poke at him when you take the clothes in hand. You’re just a perv, you mutter as you close the bathroom door behind you, ready to try it all on.

And you feel so stupid when you come out, all fuzzy and blue, ready to ask if you should hop over to him. But Izuku looks damn near in awe, eyes rounded and his hands in the air, reaching out for you, quietly telling you to turn around for him. You don’t expect for him to rush over to you, to hook his chin over your shoulder, to whisper about how pretty you are, for his warm and large hands to tie the corset so gently, that your breath stutters from his closeness.

“You like it?” You ask him, looking at him from under your lashes, watch how his big emerald eyes damn near sparkle as he takes you all in. Izuku hesitates before he answers with a nod, guilty eyes fluttering over to another unopened box you hadn’t seen by the door.

“I think the whole outfit will be complete with one last finishing touch.” He murmurs, doesn’t let your turn in his hold, grabs you tight against him as he hides his warmed cheeks in your neck.

“Which is?” You hum, swaying a little, letting the high skirt of the dress tug up even higher against the very obvious bulge resting at the curve of your ass. Izuku pauses for a moment, before he whispers into your skin,

“A bunny tail butt plug. Just for the aesthetic.” He tacks the last part on quickly, seals it with a kiss against your jaw, groans a little when you gasp. You eye the package now, suddenly interested in this little get up, finally understanding his pervy little methods. You smile though, wide, and stroke the hand resting around your stomach, the other carding through Izuku’s thick locks.

“Just for the aesthetic.” You agree and, you swear, you feel his entire body tremble behind you.

#I was thinking about bkg in doing this but instead it’s you terrorizing him lmfao #showing him the outfit and going ‘this would be great with a bunny plug right? :)’ #and he’s choking on air for 8 seconds bc that was so random but also the image is making him feel things #but I like pervy Izuku even more #little weird guy that buys you every little thing he wants to see you in #I would absolutely let him bc I have a shopping addiction #just brought these pants I’ve been wanting that have been sold out for months #I damn near cried LOL #I also want this really cute dress shirt top thingy too but I’ve been spending too much money lately lol #I’ll just wait a week to get it like that makes such a difference ahdhdjfhf #also I was laying down and then saw this outfit and was like hey lemme write this #and now it’s almost 2am help #anyway gn and I’ll schedule this for the morning bc nobody ever sees my stuff this late :( #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #deku treats! 🍬 #tw: pet play #just to be safe I’ll tag it!!

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one of my fav tropes that I don’t see enough is baby trapping. like, the way it absolutely makes me go feral??? ESPECIALLY when it’s mutual!!!!

cuddling up with slightly unhinged deku during the nights, talking sweetly to him about having to get another refill of your birth control in the morning when he’s gone. to his insistence, he tells you he’ll pick it up for you, so you won’t have to lift a finger, won’t have to wake up early and be greeted by a cruel world he has to protect you from.

little do you know, that he’s switching your actual pills out with sugar pills for every day out of the every week you take them.

but little does he know, that you’re doing the same with his contraceptives as well. waiting until he leaves out that morning to get your birth control, waiting, waiting, before you hurriedly pull out the new strip of condoms in your night table drawer. you’ve hidden a tiny little thumb tack behind a framed picture of you two coupled together, happy and sweet, before you start poking holes in all of the condoms.

you’re both aware of what the other has been doing. your pills aren’t that dark and you’ve poked holes far too big for them to go unnoticed. but it’s okay—you both think the other is still ignorant of the cruddy sins you’ve committed against each other. but it’s okay—he stills uses the hole-y condom and fucks you like he’s trying to touch the back of your throat. but it’s okay—you still bring him closer and wrap your thighs tight around his thick waist when he tells you he’s gonna cum. it’s so okay—when he whispers that he wants to breed you and get a green haired baby, and when you agree into the mop of his hair.

the last part isn’t addressed after that night, and even the nights after. but it all comes to a head when you pee on that little stick and find two lines. you both act surprised at the test, even though you both think about how you’ve successfully baby trapped the other.

#it’s such a good concept #I don’t see it enuff #SOMEONE PLS DIRECT ME TO MORE BABY TRAPPING #I will read it about anyone atp it’s too good #I usually queue stuff for the morning but I wanna post NOW #also I’m loopy on sleep meds bc I genuinely feel so goddamn bad omf #so forgive me if this sounds a little funny #okay gn loves #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #deku treats! 🍬 #tw: baby trapping #tw: breeding

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Kinktober 2022 Full Fic

Date Posted: October 31, 2022

Free use/Boku no Hero Academia/Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Hanta Sero, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Mina Ashido, Ochako Uraraka

Word Count: 4.6K

Tags: Free use, cunnilingus, group sex (kinda), rim jobs, exhibitionism/voyeurism, masturbation, squirting, fingering, basically everyone eats you out, Denki zaps your clit once, one pussy slap, drinking and weed usage, drunk festivities but no dub/non con, orgasms, overstimulation

Synopsis: During a UA alumni get together, Denki’s sexual inquiry leads to a night of getting his answer on the correct way of eating someone out through means of you. It’s an all event, hands on, participation.

Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI.

“Okay so, what’s the best way to eat pussy?” Denki suddenly blurts out at the UA alumni get together during a conversation lull, and it immediately makes everyone burst into chatter and raucous laughter. Your own eyes buck before you chuckle, taking a sip of your liquor that makes your chest burn a little as it goes down. Its a comforting feeling though, as you’re relaxed, chilled, comfortable around those you spent your most developmental parts of your life with.

You look around the room at all of the familiar faces of your graduation year, those in the hero and general courses. You watch all of the mirth contort their faces, some of their flustered cheeks, listen to Bakugou’s yelling about how stupid Denki must be if he doesn’t already know.

“Those who have vaginas?” Denki calls around the room with his arms open wide, a weed lollipop in one hand and a red plastic cup in another, “Care to explain the best way? If you have a dick, your opinion literally doesn’t matter.”

Most of the ones with dicks don’t complain, only nod and sip at their drinks as they settle into their seats. You’re sure most are already confident that their mouth skills are amazing, that they won’t need to be taught or humbled, but you’re interested to hear the conversation anyway.

“Don’t use my pussy as a spin record.” Mina blurts out from beside you, following a loud burp as she shrugs. You giggle, fanning away the smell of fried food and strong drinks, as she leans in to bite at the tip of your nose. The rest of the group laughs, some asking her to go into further detail, others nodding their heads in agreement as they cheer at her words.

Read the rest on my Ao3 here!

My Kinktober 2022 Masterlist here!

#crybaby.bkg.kinktober #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #bakugou treats! 🍬 #kirishima treats! 🍬 #denki treats! 🍬 #sero treats! 🍬 #deku treats! 🍬 #shinsou treats! 🍬 #mina treats! 🍬 #ochako treats! 🍬

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Week One, Day Three of Kinktober 2022

Somnophilia: Boku no Hero Academia: Midoriya Izuku 

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: non-con somonophilia, Yandere Deku, obsession, breaking and entering, tit fucking, mentions of stalking, cumshots, slight manga spoilers

Deku was always so interested in you. Maybe it was his ugly habit of hyper fixating on things he liked and wanted to know more about, or maybe it was the even uglier face of obsession that always hid behind his wide smile. 

He couldn’t help it, honestly. He thinks that maybe it’s because he was born this way, something done that he couldn’t change, even if he wanted to. But honestly? He’s not sure if he wants to. 

You’re just too interesting for him not to obsess over you. Too careless. Too clumsy. You don’t watch your back enough, don’t monitor your surroundings, just careless, an airhead almost. Now, it's not a bad thing—not at all—but it makes you subjected to his curious knowledge of how you could survive in a world without him. 

Like now, as he makes his way through your house because of an unlocked window. Yeah, you lived on the eighth floor and didn’t necessarily need to worry about someone breaking in, but what if someone tried it anyway? Good thing he was there, and could lock it for you using Float to peer inside your windows. 

Izuku told himself he was only there to lock it, so how did he wind up inside your home? Looking through your kitchen, reminding himself to stock up your fridge before you wake, smiling at your pictures on the walls, stalking quietly down the hallway until he reached your bedroom door? How did he end up here, standing above your bed, admiring how pretty you looked when you slept?

It was a hot night, so your covers were strewn around your half naked body, your shirt hiked up under your breasts, your panties clinging to your skin. Izuku finds himself tracing invisible patterns on your sticky flesh, smiling softly to himself when you shift and frown, head lolling around on the pillows as you grumble quietly to yourself. 

“So cute,” he whispers under his breath, finding the courage to gently sit down on the edge of your bed to pet softly at your skin once more. He does this for what feels like hours, tells himself that this is a necessary step to making sure you’re okay, plays doctor in his mind, checks all over your body for anything abnormal or wrong. When he finds nothing, he sighs under his breath, hands slithering up until they rest under your breast once more. 

Would he be wrong for touching you like this? He’s overheard you talking about how much you loved him as a hero to your friends and family, so you wouldn’t mind if he touched you a little then, right? It was only fair—he protected you so much without you ever realizing it! Abandoned other duties in other places just to make sure that you got home safely, he did everything for you. The least you could do, if not acknowledge him in the waking world, is let him play with you while you slept and get out all of his frustrations. 

So Izuku unzips his hero suit until his leaking cock hangs heavily from its confinements, breathing harsh as he adjusts his position until he kneels above you on the bed. He’s careful of how much weight he’s applying, your old creaky bed wanting to betray his presence above you, but you’re sleeping hard enough that you only grumble again before stilling and quieting. 

With a shaking breath, the green haired man slowly lifts your sleeping shirt until it rests against your collarbone, your soft and pretty tits exposed to the muggy air of your bedroom. Izuku has to clench his eyes shut and clamp a tight hand around the base of his cock to keep from spilling all over you at just the sight. He’s seen you before, far away and in glimpses, but never like this. Never so close that he can see your every delicate breath, how soft your skin looks in the moonlit glare casting from your bedroom window, your pretty areola’s, how heavy they might feel in his palm, or even on his tongue. 

Izuku huffs as he grabs both of your tits in his hand, stilling when you scrunch your face up before falling neutral again, laying against the bed once more with a sigh. He stays still for a moment longer before he starts moving again, rolling your hard nipples in his palms, groping the fat on your chest, emerald eyes quickly glancing between the show at hand and your face to see if you’re gonna wake up. 

Izuku spits down on the valley between your breasts as quietly as he can manage, finally releasing a tit so that he can tug at his cock, spread the wetness on the thick appendage so that the inevitable slide between your tits can feel damn near euphoric. 

And it does—it really fuckin’ does. Izuku has to remind himself that he won’t always get an opportunity like this, as he slots his thick dick in between your breasts and starts fucking them slowly with deliberate rolls of his hips. He grunts quietly when you shiver and moan in your sleep, eyebrows screwing up as he sees your hips arch off of the bed from his peripheral. 

“You like that, baby?” He grunts to himself under his breath, green lashes fluttering as he watches his brown tip peek from your cleavage with every thrust. He has to be careful to not bump your chin too hard or too many times, lest it feel like someone tapping you awake and you panic at the sight of the pro on top of you. 

But it’s hard to stay calm, hard to keep a consistent rhythm when he’s been wanting to touch you since forever. Izuku groans, hunching over you as the fat of your tits hug his shaft, the veins rubbing deliciously against the softness of your skin, the wetness from his precum aiding in his glide until a wet sound starts to slowly emit from the warm room. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Izuku groans through his teeth, throwing his head back as he starts pumping his hips even faster, holding your tits tight in his hand to keep you from moving too much, to keep the friction against his cock going. He grits his lip as the feeling gets too overwhelming, hips thrusting faster and faster, huffs falling from his mouth as he watches your own face screw up like you’re having your own dream. Maybe you dream of him? Dream of the Number One Hero climbing on top of you and taking you in every position you want? He’d do it, you wouldn’t even have to ask, to beg. He’d gladly fall on his knees and let you do whatever you wanted with his body, he was devoted to you, obsessed with you, in love with you—

Izuku can’t hold back his groan when he finally cums, creaming all over your chest and neck and jaw, a rope even reaching as high as your bottom lip. It’s not much, just enough for him to notice, as Izuku pants above you as he comes down from his high. His hips stutter a few more times, weak spurts painting your skin pretty. 

He wants to rub it into your flesh, paint you pretty with his seed, but you’re starting to stir more and he needs to clean you up. So Izuku hops off from on top of you and zips himself back up, darting into your bathroom to get a few wipes to clean your skin off. He presses a gentle kiss to every exposed inch of your skin, smiling when you chuckle softly in your sleep and shift a little. 

Izuku looks you over one last time before he dumps the wipe, deciding to leave that little bit still on your lip as a treat for you to find in the morning. Maybe you’ll even come to the police department, where he plans on being in the morning for whatever reason, and file a report about a break in. Maybe you’ll bump into him and ask him for help, assistance, a little security from the Number One. Maybe then you’ll finally realize just how much he loves and cares for you, and maybe you’ll even feel the same way. 

#deku treats! 🍬 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #—stocked in the back! 🍫 #Yandere deku #cw: stalking #cw: yandere #cw: obsession #crybaby.bkg.kinktober

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I write too many series’s and don’t follow through but I woke up thinking about a hitchhiker AU and I’ve been stuck on it all day!!!! I know I won’t get it out of my system until i write it but omg????

like imagine being a hitchhiker bc your car broke down in like the middle of nowhere and you see this pretty sleek and nice car. and you go up asking for help and they pull over and it’s Hawks driving and Dabi leaning out the passenger side window, smirking and eyeing you up and down the entire time as Hawks asks you if you need help, if that was your car back there that he spotted, smoking? and it’s so dark but you can see Dabi staring at where your shorts had torn from tripping over some dumb tree root sticking out that you couldn’t see. and even tho he makes you kinda nervous, Hawks is so nice so you accept their invitation for help and get in the car w them. but it turns out Dabi isn’t the one you should be afraid of!!!

OR Izuku picks you up, all sweet smiles and kind eyes and a helping hand. you know you should be wary of nice guys—they’re always anything but that—but he just seems so genuine. so you accept his offer, awe over how effortlessly he picks up the bags you’ve been dragging behind you and hoists them into the trunk with no problem. you don’t expect it when he offers you a bottle of unopened water, but when you wake up in an unfamiliar bed, groggy and disoriented, he’s there above you. that same grin, but this time, it’s unsettling. too big on his handsome face as he tells you that you shouldn’t ever turn your back on strangers, even if it is to use his phone and take a call, not when you don’t know what kind of drugs he might be hiding in his glove compartment, what kind of needles he stuck in the bottle cap, tiny and unnoticeable. but you’ll learn, he’ll tell you, he just needs to teach a pretty thing like you first.

OR OR Bakugou (bc my bias is jumping out ofc) who only does it bc you just look so damn miserable standing out there in the rain w a shaking thumb. he’s snappy and a little mean and intimidating, but you haven’t seen a car in miles and he’s your only hope. so you hop in, try to stay as far away from him in the car as you can, and even though it makes him huffy, he doesn’t press you. the only one who isn’t an actual creep and is sweet to you unexpectedly, which makes you invite him back to your motel for breakfast as a thanks, and then later on to your room when you realize that he’s a gentleman and cute as fuck with a to die for body.

#DONT NOBODY TAKE THIS ☝🏼 #putting this on my list rn 🏃‍♀️ #I woke up out of a cold sweat like ‘write this rn fuck your assignments for today’ #I think I’m gonna write the first one maybe tomorrow or Friday #I love getting excited about new ideas it’s so inspiring!! #omg what if I did a hitchhiker au collab #that would be so fun but I’m lazy lmfao #anyway yes this was so fun to write n think of I’m ready to start!!! #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #—stocked in the back 🍫 #tw: drugs #tw: drugging #bakugou treats! 🍬 #deku treats! 🍬 #hotwings treats! 🍬

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Week Four, Day One of Kinktober 2022

Foot Kink: Boku no Hero Academia: Midoriya Izuku

Word Count: 1.1K

Tags: foot kink, mentions of drinking/drunk Izuku, foot jobs at breakfast table

Izuku doesn’t drink much, hardly ever if you really think about it. Maybe for occasions, like celebrations, and parties, and UA get togethers. As often as he doesn’t drink, he doesn’t get drunk either. You’ve never seen him sloppy or stumbling or crying, just smiling more and definitely clings to you like a koala. 

Last night, though, he was trashed by the time he made his way home. Stumbled in, crying about how much he missed you, sloppily kissing at your face and cheeks and neck with too much spit. You couldn’t help but laugh though, and clean him up as you got him ready for bed. As you did, he said something to you. A little comment that made your face warm and your heart skip a beat, mainly because of the lovesick look on his face that he only got when you agreed to try out one of his weird kinks again. 

You shouldn’t be so surprised that he tells you about his foot kink. Honestly, you two have tried less kinky shit than anything dealing with feet, but it must’ve been something really bad for his raging hormones if he kept it from you for this long. Izuku lays in your bed with his head at the end of the bed, your foot grabbed in his strong hands tightly, holding it against his face as he peppers kisses along your toes. He finally falls asleep when you stop wriggling them and let him hold your feet, him content and happy, you annoyed and grumpy that now you have to sleep with his feet in your face. 

He obviously forgot about the whole situation by the time he wakes up. In the middle of the night, he must’ve changed positions, because his back is to your chest when you get up. You wriggle away from him, getting up to put some water and headache medicine on his bedside table, before you make your way into the kitchen to make breakfast. 

It’s about an hour before he finally wakes to the smell of breakfast, groaning and moaning about this and that as he drags himself behind you to cuddle into your neck. He doesn’t mention the feet thing, and neither do you—for the moment. Only direct him to grab a plate and another water bottle from the fridge, before you’re both seated at your kitchen table across from each other. 

You ask him how his night was, if he remembers anything. Izuku’s too busy digging into his food like a man starved to pay your slick look any mind, too busy guzzling down everything you cooked to notice. He shrugs about this and that, laughing about memories he can hazily recall, shaking his head at the more embarrassing ones. It’s when you make your move. 

“You remember this?” You ask him with a teasing lilt to your voice as you lift your foot up until it rests in his lap, right where you can feel his heavy cock laying. Izuku pauses, eyes widening as his entire body locks up. He looks at you through dark green lashes, his cheeks stuffed and full to capacity with food, scanning your face as you feel a twitch beneath your ankle. Izuku swallows hastily, damn near choking, as he splutters when his mouth is finally cleared. 

“Remember w-what?” He tries to chuckle through it, but you can see the sweat on his brow and feel how he tries to shift his hips away from your foot. You only let the weight come down harder, watching how his eyes flutter, as you smile softly. 

“How much of a pervert you are, Izuku.” You never use his name, so it makes his entire body shiver when you do. He drops his utensils finally, slumping back in his seat as he grabs your ankle, looking at you with little shame this far into your relationship. 

“Can you really be that surprised?” He asks, far past stuttering and stumbling when his kinks are discovered. You both embrace it at this point, chuckling at his haste in lifting his boxers and pulling them down so that he can feel the arch of your foot against his shaft. 

Izuku settles more into his seat now, tip of his cock resting against his belly, eyes locked on how your sole starts to slowly caress and stroke the veins on his length. It’s an awkward feeling, with your knee bumping against the top of the table and having to angle your foot a certain way, but Izuku obviously doesn’t seem to mind it. 

Only grabs your ankle tight between thickened fingers and starts to slide the tip of his cock against the back of your toes and the now slick sole of your foot from his precum. He groans under his breath, bare pecs heaving as he finally gets to live out this dirty fantasy he’s been keeping from you for who knows how long and gods knows why. 

“So many kinks with you, can’t keep up,” you pout at him, letting him use your foot to grind against, watching how his stomach tenses from the other side of the table when he starts to buck his hips up. Izuku only grins at you, dimples and bright smile blinding you, despite defiling your foot with every rut against it. 

“Sorry,” he murmurs, and he’s so unapologetic it makes you snort. “You just bring out the worst in me. Everything about you’s so fuckable.” Izuku groans at that, head thrown back as you start aiding him in rubbing his cock with your foot, even deciding to bring your other one up so that he can slide between the arches of your feet. 

“Or maybe you’re just a lewd bastard. How about that, huh?” You tease, focused on cupping your feet together as tightly as you can, watching how Izuku falls apart before your very eyes. Breakfast is long forgotten as he curls in on himself, panting, eyes screwed shut, as he focuses on bucking his hips and fucking his cock between your arches. 

Izuku cums with a gasp, his fists tightening up as his body lurches hard, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. You only watch him though, feel drips of his cum coating your feet all the way up to your shins, biting your lip when he looks at you between his fringe with a huff. He inhales deeply once more before he falls onto the table, cheek smushed against the coolness, barely missing his plate. You reach over and pet his hair, humming under your breath. 

“You spoil me.” He murmurs, eyes slowly closing like he’s about to go back to sleep. You only laugh though, and massage his scalp. 

“Yeah, I know.”

#crybaby.bkg.kinktober #deku treats! 🍬 #mha sweets! 🍬 #cw: feet #cw: drinking

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i want to make deku terrifying to the audience but sweet n loving to the reader. its the only way i’ll feel sane i think. just once.

YOU GET IT !!!!!!

like looking at him from the outside it’s like…….this dude is NOT right in the head. why are you throwing rocks at windows to scare your partner???? why are you holding them mid air above an entire ocean???? WHY ARE YOU BEING WEIRD AND PLUCKING OUT EVERY RAISEN IN THEIR CINNAMON RAISEN TOAST??????

but no reader is absolutely in love and finds everything he does perfectly Normal and Sane <3 he’s weird and off bc he loves them <3333

#pls make terrifying and scary #just a little 🤏🏾 bit off #he won’t harm you but he does some questionable ass shit fr #pls this idea is SO JUICY #thanks for making me obsess over it now lmfao #counter fav vil #deku treats! 🍬 #—another happy customer! 🍭

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Deku angst where he’s well into his pro hero years, and he loves you—he does—but he can never truly show it. Promises to carve out time, but it never feels like enough. He’s always coming home late and tired, or early and injured. Date nights turn into being his caretaker, his apologies falling on deaf ears, his salty tears being wiped by a numb hand.

He tells you he loves you pretty much everyday but—it never feels like it. Only feels like rushed kisses and hurried phone calls, like frustrated sighs at the same conversations, like becoming comfortable in a space where nothing is really wrong but it’s not right, either.

You tell him you want kids and marriage and you only ever get the same response: “at a later time, baby, the timing isn’t right, baby, maybe in the next couple years, baby.” Tells you that he does want mini you’s running around with his green eyes, but he wants to be able to cherish their developing stages. Says he can’t focus on kids when he has to focus on all of Japan. Tells you that he’ll marry you when the time is right, but it’s never right in his mind, no. Nothing will ever go right marrying the number one; it’ll only put a bigger target on your back, and you don’t want that, right?

Loving him feels like…like a slow death. Feels like onslaught sickness that doesn’t set in until it’s rigorous and life altering, until you can’t get out of bed because your legs are too heavy, until your last breath is whispered to the one who helps carry your biggest regrets.

Loving Number One Hero Deku is a slow death. Loving him is hard when it feels like he doesn’t love himself, doesn’t love his small family of you and one of the stray cats he found when he noticed you started pulling away from him. What is loving a hero that goes out and is on the brink of death every time he returns home? What is loving a hero that barely ever returns home? What is loving a hero that is willing to sacrifice his entirety to the cause of being a hero, but never to the cause of keeping you beside him?

And when that death consumes you, he wants to say that he’s surprised. Wants to say that he doesn’t see it coming—but he’d be a liar. He’s known for years, selfish enough to turn a blind eye, pretend that maybe you were just tired from your own job and not the weight of the world that rested on not only his shoulders, but yours, too. Loving the number one isn’t easy, and you were a fool from the beginning to ever think loving him was.

#I am sad and in a writing mood so I’m making it everyone else’s problem #I know I said goodnight but I lied #I am actually very sleepy tho lol #goodnight fr this time #…..👀 #okay seriously #but no I really did start thinking about loving pro deku and honestly #I feel like it’s be close to impossible #he seems so dedicated to putting his life on the line for something that he’s wanted so bad #that he kinda loses focus on the important things in life that don’t include being a hero but being a human man instead #anyway i’m rambling #omg wait I have to make him a masterlist now UGH #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #deku treats! 🍬 #deku angst