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r2katsu · 2 years
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒
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Ft. Katsuki, Izuku, Denki, Hanta, Tenya
WC: 627 words
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Katsuki Bakugou
"Oh come on, it can't hurt that bad-"
"Katsuki, say that again and the second those words come through your mouth you'll be a single free man." You said enough to catch him off guard as he stood there blankly staring at you processing what you just said to him "Are we clear now?" you said smiling menacingly
"Yes boss. Want me to get you anything?" "Some snacks will do." "Okay I'll get them for you." "Love you~" "Love you too." he said then shakingly walked to the kitchen with sweat running down the side of his head.
Izuku Midoriya
"Are you sure you're okay-"
"Izuku Midoriya I got a papercut on my finger not a whole knife stabbed to my chest, I can assure you that I am completely fine."
"Ehm-'' He rubbed the back of his neck out of embarrassment for being over worrying "Sorry Zuku, didn't mean to be that harsh love." you hold the back of his head and kiss his forehead he scratched the side of his head with his index finger "Uhm you got a sharp tongue y/n-" you chuckle "I know." you ruffle his hair as he sat in front of you in embarrassment you kissed his forehead again "I'm sorry."
Denki Kaminari
"Denki KAMINARI"
"I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I SWEAR IT WASN'T MY IDEA SERO DARED ME I SWEAR ON MY LIFE I WON'T DO IT AGAIN PLEASE FORGIVE ME- LOVE? MY DARLING? LOVE OF MY LIFE?? MY RIDE OR DIE? THE LIGHT TO MY DARK LIFE? SPARKS??"
"ALRIGHT! Alright that's enough I accept your apology." you patted his head as he gave out a sigh of relief "So…" his eyes shot open shit shit "Where's Sero now?" He pointed shakingly "My dorm-" you patted his head again "Good boy" Getting up and walked to his dorm "WAIT WHERE ARE YOU GOING DON'T KILL HIM PLEASE HE STILL OWES ME MONEY FOR THAT DARE-" then he covered his mouth "You…did that for the sake of some cash..?" Oh he's fucked "KAMINARI???" He apologized multiple times while running away from you.
Hanta Sero
"Ay ay my head is killing me-" He whined while massaging the sides of his head and the back as well. "Should've stop staying up late nights for the sake of some game" Hey it's not just some game-" he closed his mouth shut after looking at you. "You were saying?" "Nope, not a word." "Good and here." As you said, giving him a bowl of soup to eat so he could eat his medicine later.
"The least you could do is try to remember to eat and not skip your meals. You know how sensitive your stomach gets when you skip one meal." "Okay mom~" "Say that again and I will shove this bowl where the sun doesn't shine Hanta." He hid his lips in his mouth. "Mhm that's what I thought." "You can get scary sometimes-" "So I've heard. Come on, eat up." "Thanks for taking care of my dumbass." "You're a baby, you need extra care-" "Hey- not funny." You chuckle at the sight of his mouth frowning into a pout and flustered cheeks.
Tenya Iida
"Y/N I can promise you I'll be fine I can take care of myself-"
"Tenya Iida you get up from that bed and I will call your mother to take care of your sick butt and we both know how your mother is when her baby boy gets sick." "Nevermind then-" he said, giving up his pride and laid back on the bed and let you take care of him.
"Thank you for taking care of me." "Of course Ten." you said as you get the strands of his messy hair from his eyes.
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imjustasimpxd · 1 year
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The mha boys ask if you’re okay
Pairing : Contains Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Tenya Iida, and Denki Kaminari
Summary : the title says it all
Word count : Text message smau
Warnings : two uses of “ass” in Bakugo’s, mentions of being sad, nothing else really lol.
Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊
Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.
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kkatsukiswife · 2 years
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!!!18+!!! MDI !!!
We love our little sub boy Izuku don’t we? He loves us as well
Now picture this: virgin sub boy Izuku
cw: degradation kink, reader is a little mean, overstimulation, corruption kink? a little? breeding kink? maybe? idk
I don’t believe in virginity when it comes to people, really I think it’s a sexist concept created by society and religion that it’s mostly used to describe someone as “pure” (mostly women) or something to brag/shame about.
THAT BEING SAID
There is such a thing as being experienced and inexperienced, as well as knowing the in theory part of the practice.
Izuku is a smart boy who does his research, he has spent countless of nights reading smut on his phone and dreaming of the day it’ll finally be his turn.
Not like he hasn’t had any opportunity present to him yet, he’s in his twenties and Japan’s number one hero with thousands of people thirsting over him. But our precious Zuzu gets so nervous when someone hits on him that he fucks it up every time.
That’s why he can’t believe you are abusing his mouth with your lips and teeth, having him pressed against your bedroom wall with a hand on his hip and your knee between his legs. He tries his best to repress a moan but it comes out as a whine, his own lewd sounds making him hard. It’s too much, you’re numbing his brain and making him feel so good and he’s doing nothing, he’s not even touching you. Poor Izuku is so busy trying not to bust his nuts right there and then that he hasn’t even placed his hands on your body yet, they are awkwardly pressed against the wall.
“Wai-wait I have to tell you something” He manages to blurt out once he frees himself from your tongue, only to be met with intense eyes sucking on his soul.
You wait in silence for him to go on but he’s in a trance, suddenly he’s aware of how close your body is next to him, how your chest feels against his broad pecs and how your hot breath makes the hair in his neck shoot straight up. The short distance between your faces allows him to take a better look at your lips, plump and wet ready to be kissed. It’s not until he hears your voice asking what is wrong that he finally speaks up.
“I’m a virgin!” It comes out louder than he means to, his cheeks instantly turning cherry red.
You smile up at him and lean down on his neck to press a soft peck. “Is that all?”
“It’s just- I just I haven’t really you know- so if you don’t want to keep going it’s fine really it’s okay” He would start rambling on and on if it wasn’t for you leaving a trail of wet kisses from his clavicle to his right ear. Your hands keep moving across his stomach, caressing every freckle and playing with the hem of his pants. Izuku’s breath hitches and he starts to feel heat pooling down where your knee is brushing against him. “I don’t think- I know I won’t be able to satisfy you!” He finally lets out.
You stop and pull away from him to stare dead into his eyes. “Do you really think I need you in order to feel satisfied?” You’re being serious he can see it in your eyes, in the way you stopped messing with him completely and are now expecting an answer. He’s frozen in place.
“Honey, I can do that myself” And you start touching him again, this time actually grabbing the bulge through his clothes and biting his ear lobe. “So if I’m letting you have a front row seat to my show, you better take it. Okay?”
He’s nodding and thanking you like the good boy he is. With every scratch of your nails against his skin he gets a little closer to losing his mind, struggling to breath properly and choking on his own spit.
It’s over for him once you get on your knees and pull down his pants and underwear all in one go, not leaving him any time for complaints. His cock is free, out there in the open and he feels exposed. He is exposed. Blood goes up from his neck to the top of his ears as he watches you stare at his fat dick, tip red and smeared with precum. He tries-he has to look away or he will cum.
You decide to lick the tip, savoring his fluids and pressing little kisses on top of it. It’s so slow it must be painful for Izuku, or so you think.
Truth is sweet virgin Izuku has never had his penis touched, let alone licked, by anyone before. Little inexperienced Izuku has the sexual endurance of a teenage boy who has never had his fist kiss. So when your lips touch his dick he knows he won’t last.
He’s about to tell you, warn you that if you press your tongue slightly to the side he might cover your face in sticky fluids. But before he can open his mouth you take him all inside your mouth and suck. It takes him about five seconds to come undone on your tongue, and maybe a whole minute to come down from his high.
The first thing his eyes focus on are your glossy eyes and swollen lips, his hands tangled in your hair keeping your head in place. He doesn’t know when he grabbed your face, or why his thumb is moving against your left cheek, but he looks at you with his big green eyes and you turn your head to suck on his thumb, never breaking eye contact. You just swallowed his babies, you with your pretty lips and your mean eyes and your sharp teeth. You didn’t miss a single drop, and even though he didn’t even touch you you’re still on your knees staring up at him and making him hard again. Izuku throws his head back and groans, he’s feeling butterflies in his belly and fireworks erupting in his lower abdomen.
You get on your feet and grab his face with one hand, squeezing his cheeks. “Aw poor little thing you couldn’t hold it in much longer?” A shiver runs all the way down his spine. He shakes his head but keeps his eyes glued to the floor. “But Izuku I barely touched you” He feels so embarrassed, you had looked so sweet down on your knees that he forgot what you truly are like. “What am I gonna do with you, hm? Will you have another orgasm for me?” His eyes instantly shoot up and he’s nodding before he knows it. “Good boy”
He’s really enjoying the show.
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keulixeutin · 1 year
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A Late Night Chat
a/n: aaaah, have this little thing.
summary: uraraka eavesdrops on midoriya’s phone call. midoriya x gn!reader.
cw: no pronouns used.  uraraka-centric. one-sided uraraka x deku, unrequited love.  suggestive.  18+. implication of exchanging of nudes and masturbation.  mentions of alcohol, drugs, drunkenness. mentions of food. knife and stabbing metaphor for heartbreak. pet-name, babe, used toward deku.
wc: 1,986.
Uraraka had fallen asleep before she could make her move.
It was Deku’s belated housewarming party—extremely belated, considering he had been living in the apartment for a year and a half now. With everyone’s hectic hero schedule, it had been hard to get their graduating class together until today.  Waiting for that long meant that the housewarming party leaned closer to a house party; friends of friends were invited, and Deku’s rank and charisma had brought in new contacts and new companions.
The apartment was filled with low music and high laughter, undercut by the flavorful aroma of food that people brought.  Uraraka caught up with everyone from her graduating class, introduced herself to people she didn’t recognize, and played drinking games that made her feel young and reckless again.  People came and left quickly due to patrols, so it never felt too crowded or too tight.
All in all, it was a good night—as good a night as any to confess, so it was the perfect night, actually.
Uraraka was finally tired of being on the side.  She was going to waste her life away by waiting for the right moment to present itself, or, worse, for Deku to realize her burning desire and acknowledge it.  She had decided to confess the night of the housewarming party due to her failed attempt earlier that week (during lunch, she had put her hand over his, only for him to absentmindedly pat it as he spoke, leaving her annoyed and fuming).
For a confidence boost, she had a few shots; that was supposed to have been it, but her nerves convinced her into drinking several cups of jungle juice.  Then, to finish it up, Ashido gave her a tiny bite of an edible, further loosening her shoulders and softening her red cheeks.  She had a nice pep talk with Tsu, and she even had a game-planning moment with Kaminari—but, when it was time to put the plan into motion, she choked.
She had grabbed Deku’s arm, said his first name with too many z’s, and slurred out that she loved his new haircut and that she was so proud of his muscles—and then she passed out.
It was in his arms at least.
His face had been beet red when he had caught her, the last thing she recalled, and she would’ve thought it was a good sign had she not known how easy it was for him to turn any shade of red.  Uraraka had once seen his ears flush deeply when a fan had simply asked for an autograph, but that was part of why she liked him so much—Deku was humble and sincere; he was both good and great all at once. 
Hours later, Uraraka groaned; her consciousness slowly flickered awake, pushing back against the siren call of sleep and the pleasant haze of alcohol.  Her cheek was pressed into the couch cushion, a little wet from where she had been open-mouthed drooling.  She wiped at her face, but the alcohol made it difficult to gauge distance and power, and she ended up smacking herself harshly in the chin.  
Suddenly, there was a warmth: a hand gently tucked her traitorous arm back into her side and shifted a blanket up to her shoulders.  She was quickly encompassed by the familiar scent of detergent and vanilla—the familiar scent of the boy she adored and the man she could love (could love because she was too scared to think that she was already that far gone).
Uraraka forced her eyes open against the weight of the night, deciding, in her still foggy mind, that his lingering fragrance was a sign from the universe that her chance was still within her grasp.  As her eyes focused against the dim light of the few lamps still softly lit in the apartment, she could hear the scattered snores and delicate breathing of the remaining guests.
She heard Deku move again.  In the corner of her blurry eyes, she saw him draping a brown blanket over Tsu.  When Uraraka tried to shift her head, the room began to spin.  This was her moment, though, she thought heatedly.  Tonight was supposed to be her night.  He was right there.  She could get his attention and then—she didn’t know if she would tell him everything all at once, but whatever she’d end up saying would be better than how she had been living the past several years.
But as soon as she had made up her mind, she heard Deku speak softly—“Yeah, they’re all passed out.”
The words died in her throat as she suddenly found herself embarrassed and unsure.  She didn’t know why the feeling of being rattled washed over her sp abruptly.  If he was talking to someone in the apartment, she shouldn’t feel concerned, but… There was something in his voice—a lilt or a tone that she couldn’t quite explain, that she hadn’t heard before.
“Ah, Ochako, Tsu, and Aoyama are in the living room, Mina and Yaoyorozu are in the guest bed, and Kaminari and Sero are in my bed—I think Mineta is still in the bathroom cuddling the tequila bottle Kirishima brought.”
She heard a distorted snort, a muffled laugh buzzing through a phone.  The volume was loud enough that she could make out the words; she just needed to push through the haze of sleep and alcohol, and focus.
“Sounds like it was a good time.”
She could hear the voice—your voice—but she only vaguely recognized it.  She couldn’t pull up a face in her mind, but she knew you were familiar, as though you had been introduced to her in passing and she hadn’t paid enough attention—and for some reason, there was something about that realization that unnerved her.
Deku chuckled quietly.  “It was.”
“Did Katsuki come through?”
Uraraka stilled.  You were on a first name basis with Bakugou?
No, maybe that was a good thing.  Maybe that meant you were something to Bakugou and not to Deku.
—But wouldn’t that mean you’d be calling Bakugou?  Why would you be calling Deku?  
“Yes,” Deku responded, moving slowly about the room with what sounded like a trash bag now.  “Kacchan actually brought a really nice gift, but he and Kirishima left after thirty minutes ‘cause they had patrol.”
“Ooh, what did he get you?”
“He got me a, uh, vicuña blanket?”
“Oh, that’s good shit.  That’s expensive, you know.”
“You know what it is?” he asked in awed shock, dropping his voice when Aoyama rolled over onto his stomach, mumbling something in French.  “I had to Google it—I didn’t even know how to spell it…”
The conversation seemed casual enough, Uraraka reassured herself.  If you weren’t somehow connected to Bakugou (and, thus, to Deku by association), then perhaps you were an old friend.  He could’ve met you post-graduation, during the time when everyone had temporarily disbanded as they tried to find their footing in the world of Pros.  That could explain why she didn’t truly know you.  Though it was a plausible theory, it still didn’t sit well in her stomach.
“How is it on your side?” he asked.
“It’s hot and bright as hell.”
“That sounds nice.”
“It sucks.”
“I’m sure there are some good parts that you’re overlooking,” he said.
Plain, simple, and uncomplicated.  Yes, Uraraka thought.  If Deku sounded tender, it was because he was kindhearted.  There was no need to read so deeply into this.  
She tried to relax, force her mind to fall back into the darkness that had been calling to her moments before.  She felt ashamed for eavesdropping for so long, like an invasive, lovelorn schoolgirl.  It wasn’t any of her business—but it (thankfully) sounded like a casual conversation.  So, it was fine.  She could try again in the morning before everyone else awoke.  She’d just go back to sleep for now.
That was what she had thought anyways, but even as Uraraka tried to slip back into sleep, she found her brain was wired.
It just—this didn’t feel right.
It was surely past midnight—way past midnight—and Deku was up talking to you while he cleaned up after his friends.  And even though it wasn’t a conversation that she was a part of, it still felt so…it felt more than private.  It felt personal.  Intimate.  As if she was listening in on something that Deku was cupping secretly in his hands.
Deku dropped the bag in the trashcan, but she didn’t hear him move or speak afterwards.
It was quiet.  He was generally very talkative, so for him to not say anything, perhaps it meant this was special.  How much was being said in that silence?  How much of it she didn’t understand?  Wasn’t privileged to?  Her chest hurt, as if her body knew what she wouldn’t yet admit.
Finally, she heard him ask, “How much longer will you be there?”
“You ask this every night.”
“It changes every night.”
“Barely.”
“…It gets closer every night.”  His voice was soft.  Tender.  Full of the longing she dreamt of, the same longing in her own voice.
You responded with an amused chuckle.  She could hear the affection even through the distortion of the phone.
It was quiet again.  Uraraka held her breath.  
“I miss you.”  
He said it gently.
He said it desperately, desperate like the aching in her chest.
“It’ll be just one more month, Izuku.”
He sighed.  “One more long month.”
“Well… I sent you those pics the other day to help hold you over.  You didn’t like them?”
Uraraka heard his voice catch.
“I—um…”
“Did you get off to them?”
“H-hey…!”
“Don’t be embarrassed; that’s what they’re for.”  You snickered.  “Send me a video next time.”
“I’m…I don’t think I can do that.”
He sounded breathless.
It was easy to make him red, easy as pinching his cheeks and congratulating him, but she wondered how hard it was to make him breathless.  She wondered how easy it was for you.
She had never done it before.
“If I send you a video, you’ll have to send me one back.”
“I—um.”
You laughed again.  
What did you look like, she wondered.  Did your eyes have the mischievous gleam that your voice had?  Were your cheeks rounder than hers?  Were you taller?  Kinder?  Would you be laying here eavesdropping, too, or were you better than that?  She chewed the inside of her cheeks, finding herself creating faces in her head and trying to match them up to what she could hear of your voice.  She imagined you in different scenarios with Deku, replacing her with you in her memories, and her insecurities and nerves and sorrow had him react to you differently than he had to her, more loving and affectionate, more attentive and devoted.
She felt she had just been stabbed in the chest, and yet there she was, masochistically digging the knife deeper into her sternum.
If you were his significant other—if you were his lover—why didn’t he tell anyone?  Why didn’t he tell her?
And…if he had you, where did that leave Uraraka?
“Hey, Izuku, go to the bathroom.  I have an idea.”
“Mineta’s passed out in the tub.”
“The guest bathroom, then.  Solutions, babe.”
Babe...? Her chest tightened. That wasn't something she could ignore.
He inhaled shakily.
Did she ever have that affect on him?
“Put me on video, Izuku.  Go, go, go.”
He sighed, but he headed toward the guest bathroom, his footsteps quiet and eager.  In the dim light, Uraraka strained to hear his breathlessness and your laughter until he disappeared around the corner.  Then, she curled beneath the blanket and breathed in his vanilla scent, the closest she’d ever get to having him in her arms, the closest she’d ever get to having him against her chest.
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gglitch1dd · 2 years
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I couldn't stop thinking about that alpha! Deku fic.
How vulnerable Deku was and you must know how sexy are the men when they are vulnerable.
What if Villain Deku was that type of vulnerable man during intimate moments..but he's an omega.
I can picture his struggle to fit in the criminal world that views him as weak and useless just because he's an omega.
What does he do? He takes drugs and medicines to hide his scent, to control his heat.
His walls built up around his heart, his pride seems to falter around his partner..who is an Alpha.
And their job is not only to protect Deku but also pleasuring him for being their omega,taking care of him, whispering at him that it's theirs and constantly reminding him of it by licking the mating mark.
The most powerful and dangerous man of Japan is beneath you, whimpering, moaning, begging to have your knot.
In those moments Villain Deku is allowed to be a vulnerable man in love with his partner, a dutiful and needy omega.
Damn an omega villain deku hit different~
HEY ANON!!
Sorry for taking so long replying to this. I've had a backlog of requests and it takes me a few days to do them but thank you so much for sending this to me.
So first off, I'm not really into subby Deku/ Omega Deku BUT I must say you have ruffled my feathers and pricked my interest. (It's just Izuku as a character, if it were Katsuki or Denki... Lord knows my biased to Omega Katsuki) Either who... I hope it's okay.
Warning: Omegaverse, Omega Izuku, knotting, reader has a penis and a knot (despite primary gender- but reader is genderneutral), mentions of marks, subby Izuku.
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Now Omega Midoriya probably suffered a lot more than he would have in any other instance. This would probably be because of how Omegas are viewed as weak. He wanted to be hero, but being quirkless, and being an Omega - he was only ever brought down for it. That's what lead him into hiding it as much as he can.
No one ever suspects the great villain, Deku, who was more powerful than any other ProHero if he really tried, would be an Omega. He was just always on top of his Omega instincts. Heats? Suppressed as much as he can. Scent? Scent blockers. His lack of long canines? He's a "Beta".
But no one can suppress a part of them so much without it leading to harm them in some way. And Midoriya finds that relief in your arms. In your loving arms. The arms of his Alpha. The love of his life.
He wasn't even entirely sure how he was lucky enough to find you. You were powerful in your own right, but you preferred to let him feel it than you impose it on him. You watched with support and praise as he worked hard to achieve his dreams. Yet when all was said and done, it was you who had the infamous villain numb and senseless.
With tears in his eyes whimpering up a storm, you would bend over and kiss his mating mark that you had so perfectly placed on his neck. It was something you loved to pamper and shower with attention just for him, and you knew he loved it because he would tighten around your cock just as perfectly. He would look up at you with flushed cheeks, his darling jade eyes sparkling up at you because you were just so amazing.
You caught him every time he felt like he would fall. You held him when he felt like he could crack. You broke him, just to put him back together again.
You wouldn't allow a single bad thing he said about himself to come out of his lips, because that wasn't your Omega.
"Come on Izuku..." You grunted as you held onto his thighs, using them to pull him to move back against your pelvis. "Tell me! What are you?"
Midoriya would choke on a sob, pleasure numbing his mind and his tongue. His hands gripping the sheets harshly as he tried to think. "I'm beautiful. I'm amazing. I'm strong. I-I-I'm yours." He would stutter out self affirmations.
You would grin down at him with a gleam of your canines. With a harsh thrust, he would cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure. You kissed his forehead. "Good boy," You would praise, making whimpers spill from his mouth. "Now..." Your grin only widening. "How about I knot you? Hm? Would you like that?"
Midoriya would nod his head eagerly. Please of just wanting to have your knot inside him. To have you fill him up so good. Because you were his Alpha.
And wasn't it an Alpha's job to always make sure their omega was satisfied?
-Glitch1d
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fr-ogii · 1 year
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how the main trio deals with jealousy ::
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todoroki shoto -> the same way he deals with any other emotion; he just keeps it inside him. depending on what the situation is. if it’s a person that’s throwing themselves on you, he’ll glare and step in to stop them from disrespecting your space like that.
midoriya izuku -> he’ll suffer silently. his true feelings will be obvious enough to you - because you’ve become attuned to noticing his cues - but the average person wouldn’t be able to tell. try to help him out and get you and him out of that situation. try to reassure him that you’re his and no one’s going to steal you away from him. he’s definitely insecure about that.
bakugo katsuki -> he doesn’t. he won’t even try to either. if his reaction will put the other person in their place, he’ll react without hesitation. maybe he’ll resort to violence (almost guaranteed he will) or maybe he’ll just leave it to threats.
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softxsuki · 1 year
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hello, i don’t know if this is an urgent request but my mom died a few weeks ago and i’ve been up and down with my emotions. i feel like its going to be isolating this christmas because it won’t ever be the same. could i request a drabble with izuku comforting reader going through it during college, any time it is too much for reader, izuku is always there. and each year they do something to commemorate the loss, until one year he proposes? sorry again if this is a lot
Midoriya with Reader Whose Mom Passed Away
Pairing: Midoriya x Gn!Reader
Warnings: mentions of mother passing away, crying, isolation, sadness, grief, eating, kissing
Genre: Hurt-Comfort
Post-Type: Oneshot
Word Count: 1.6k
Summary: In which Midoriya commemorates the loss of your mother each year on her death anniversary, but one year ends up becoming more special than the others.
[A/N: Hey lovely, thank you so much for trusting me with this request. I'm so sorry for your loss. I know nothing I can say or do will help you feel better, but I'm here if you ever need to talk. Fun fact: when my abuelo (grandpa) passed away I remember sending balloons up into the sky for him on his birthday (probably not the best for the environment, but I was a child at the time and didn't know any better). I always prayed that my balloons would reach him safely as I wished him a happy birthday. One year when I did this, there was a star in the sky that was glowing very brightly. I remember being so fascinated by this star so I watched it the whole time my balloon flew up into the night sky. Suddenly, that star turned even brighter, almost like a door in the sky suddenly opened up and I swear my balloon went through that opening. To this day, I like to believe that it was my grandpa receiving my balloon :). That's why stars are very special to me and why I decided to mention them in this post. I truly hope this is able to provide you with a little comfort and happiness as you deal with all these very confusing emotions. I actually cried a little while writing this because it reminded me of my aunt who I lost last year. I wish you nothing but healing and good energy. Praying for you <3]
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“I miss you mom. I really wish you were here,” you whisper to yourself, the death anniversary of your mother once again arriving.
Even though it’s been a few years since she passed, the pain was still the same as the day when you first found out. Trying to balance the grief of losing your mother so soon, along with being a college student, and lover to your boyfriend, was very hard at times. Most nights you spent crying yourself to sleep, you spent most of the days locked up in your room, not able to face the world outside, and you could hardly find the strength to properly feed yourself.
Thankfully though, your boyfriend, Midoriya, was always by your side to help you through your ups and downs. He gave you enough space so you could comfortably let your emotions out, but always stayed near enough incase you called out to him. He’d hold you tightly each night, kissing your tears away as he whispered comforting words into your ear.
On days where you felt a little better, he’d take you out to try and fill your days with some excitement and fun. He hated to see you isolating yourself from your friends and family, and even him at times. So, on days when you guys didn’t have any class, he'd spend the whole day outside with you. Showing you new, exciting places just so he could see that little light in your eyes again; all he wanted was for you to feel happy again.
Each year on the day of your mom’s death anniversary, he’d plan something special to commemorate your loss; something to never let her memory die out. Some years he’d attempt to cook either your mom’s favorite meal, or one of her special recipes she used to make for you all the time. He wasn’t the greatest cook, but he always took his time and contacted Bakugou for help if he needed it (Bakugou is a bit stubborn to help, but he gives in eventually, saying MIdoriya owes him one). But the food always comes out great.
You’d both sit down in the living room together, enjoying the food as you watch old home videos that included your mother. Tears would fall, and sobs would leave your lips, but Midoriya knew it was important to watch those videos so you could see your mom and never forget her (not that you ever could anyway).
Other years he’d take you on a late night picnic at a nearby park with some of your favorite food. After eating you’d both lie down and watch the stars. Midoriya would point at one that shined the brightest and say, “Look, it’s your mom looking down on us. She’s here to spend some time with you.”
As cheesy as it was at the time, you were happy to believe his words. Wanting to believe that your mother was looking down on you at that moment.
Today marked another year without her and this year, your boyfriend was doing some cooking on his own, without anyone’s help. But instead of having you around, he told you to just wait in the living room, saying he’d call you out when everything was done.
Your mind wandered through all the memories that still lingered of your mother. There was never a day that went by that you didn’t miss her. And with the Holiday season approaching, you felt a little more empty inside knowing she’d never be around to celebrate Christmas with you anymore. You’d never be able to buy her a gift anymore. Regrets started to fill your head of things you should have done for her that you never had the chance to do, but thankfully Midoriya’s sweet voice breaks you out of your thoughts as tears continue to fall down your face.
With a small smile, Midoriya walks over to you and holds a hand out for you to take, “Let’s eat some dinner, sunshine. I made one of your mom’s recipes this year,” he says, wiping your tears away as you take his hand and you both walk over to your small dining table that’s decorated very nicely–perhaps maybe even a little more romantic than usual.
“I’m sorry for crying, I don’t mean to ruin the evening,” you apologize, trying to calm yourself down.
“It’s alright Y/N, we’re here to remember your mom, so you can cry as much as you need to, I don’t mind.”
You nod, sniffling as tears continue to fall down your face, but you take a seat and dig into a familiar looking dish that your mom used to make you. One of your favorites that she used to cook.
After one bite, the nostalgia hits you like a truck, making you cry even harder as you continue to eat.
“Just like mom- used to make,” you choke out between sobs.
Dinner was great to say the least, and Midoriya ended up moving his chair beside you, grabbing your hand through the rest of the meal to let you know that he was there for you.
Thankfully, you do manage to calm yourself down and really soak in the flavors of the meal, never wanting to forget the memories that came along with the food in front of you.
“Thanks ‘Zuku, that was incredible. Just…thank you for always doing little things like this to keep my mothers memory alive, you have no idea how much I appreciate it,” you thank your green-haired boyfriend.
“Anything for you. I loved your mom too, so even I enjoy doing this for you,” he responds, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, “Hmm, but the night’s not over yet. Your mom’s star is waiting for us.”
And with that you both head to your usual spot at the nearby park. Just like each night on this day every year, the sky is perfectly clear so you can see each star. The brightest star in the sky glows invitingly to you, spreading warmth within you at the prospect that it could be your mom.
“Hi mom,” you whisper, wishing you could reach up to touch the star, wishing you could hug your mom again, “Thanks for coming.”
You laugh sadly to yourself, tears once again welling in your eyes. They were a mixture of happy and sad tears. Sad because you of course missed your mom, but also happy, because it felt comforting to have the star glowing brightly over you with the idea that it was your mother watching you from above.
“Y/N,” you hear Midoriya call your name from beside you.
You were standing, looking up at the stars, but turned your head to the right, where his voice came from. The sight before you was very unexpected and almost had you falling to the floor.
To your right, Midoriya was down on one knee with a box in his hand as he looked up at you with watery eyes and a gentle smile. The glow of the moon and some nearby street lamps illuminated his face, making him look particularly handsome–more handsome than usual as he was completely vulnerable in front of you in that moment.
“I don’t know if this is the best time to be doing this. And by all means, you don’t have to feel obligated to say yes, but I’m a man who loves getting permission from my partner's parents before deciding to marry them. Tonight you mom is here watching over us,” he points up at the star that you’d both labeled as your mother’s before continuing his speech, wiping the tears out of his eyes a bit, “So, what better day to ask for your hand in marriage than right now with your mom here as a witness.”
Your breath catches in your throat at his beautiful, thoughtful words, but he’s not done yet.
“Y/N, I love you so much. Maybe even a little too much, but I have no regrets being with you. These past few years have been some of your hardest, yet I only seem to fall even deeper in love with you as the years progress. Whether through your happiest or darkest days, I want to be by your side forever as your husband. I want to be able to officially call you mine and have your pain become my pain as we become life-long partners. So, Y/N L/N, would you do me the honor of making me your husband?”
Tears were falling down both of your faces. You were filled with so many emotions, but in the moment, joy overpowered all your other feelings. You were at a loss for words, and your endless sobbing wouldn’t allow you to say much, so you just said whatever came to your head first, “It would be my honor.”
He places the ring on your finger, happy tears falling down his face as he scoops you up in his arms, pressing kisses to your lips. He was the happiest man alive now that he was your fiancé.
Now a day of sadness would be a day of happiness and celebration for the two of you as a future married couple, but you’d both still of course still commemorate the loss of your mother. This was a huge step for the both of you–no longer would you be alone, but your life-long partner would be by your side every step of the way to help you navigate through life without your mom. New happy memories together were just waiting to be made, and your mom will be there every step of the way, watching over you.
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Posted: 11/18/2022
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full-cowlings · 2 years
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Always and Forever
╰➤; an izuku midoriya comfort
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The day had been stressful enough — perhaps a little too stressful for your liking. 
It seemed like you didn’t know how much more bad news you could handle, like you were ready to overflow and tip with emotion at any given moment.
And you did.
It only took Midoriya’s voice asking if you were okay — that you looked like you were ready to cry — that had your eyes glossing over and brimming with tears as you became overwhelmed with emotion.
Izuku frantically apologized, not knowing what he did wrong or if he was the one who made you feel this way.
However he made no effort in leaving you be, no instead he came closer to you and took ahold of your hand in his scarred one.
Tears left your eyes as you tried to compose your thoughts and regain your stature, no words were exchanged between the pair of you.
You tried to sniffle discreetly as your eyes continued to well up with tears, failing to hide how exhausted you truly felt at that given moment.
Midoriya gave you a knowing look, his facial expression softening as his eyes told you it was okay. It was okay to have had enough, it was okay to not be okay and that he would be right there beside you.
It was then that your composure had finally snapped, your eyes now fully brimming with tears as you finally let yourself and your composure slip from your grasp.
Tears fell down your face and you squeezed your eyelids shut in the hopes your tears would stop. Your ragged breathing and watery eyes remained though as you sat there unmoving.
He looked at you, the sight of you so rundown was a desolating one indeed, one he hated to see — one he wished you would never have to be in.
Midoriya had moved so now he was leaned back, he pulled you into a hold that was close enough you could feel each other's body heat and each other’s breathing against your guys’ skin.
“It’s alright. I’m not going to let go.”
The soft feeling of his tousled green curls fell against your shoulder and the nape of your neck, the familiar scent of candy apples filling your nose as you breathed him in.
His other hand found its way to your head, running his hands through your hair like you did to him when the scenario was reversed.
Nothing but quiet sobs left you as you pressed your head into the crook of his neck, trying to swallow your pride and feelings about how he shouldn’t see you like this — about how weak you felt.
With his voice and presence being beside you, your breathing seemingly started slowing again, trying to find its natural rhythm once more as you sniffled and cried into his shoulder.
You always told Midoriya that you didn’t deserve him, to which Izu would always just shake his head with that signature smile of his that seemed to shine brighter than any star in the sky could and say that it wasn’t true.
But moments like these only proved your words.
Your head rested against the left side of his chest as you listened to the steady thumping of Midoriya’s heartbeat.
For the next few moments it's quiet as silence falls over the pair of you.
A comfortable silence.
The soft silence was only broken by Izuku’s voice coming out softly and calmly, a whisper that he spoke against your hair, having rested his chin on your head as he encased you with his gentle embrace.
“You don’t have to go through this alone, you know that, right?” 
Izuku's hand came up to your cheek and you fought the urge to pull away, instead nestling your face into the dip of his palm. 
Your eyes had locked with his forestry ones, scanning over his expression and all that showed was that he couldn’t be more genuine if he tried. 
Soothing rubs had wiped your tears away, his forest eyes letting you know that it was okay, okay to feel vulnerable, okay to not feel okay. 
You were human, with human emotions, of course you'd stumble sometimes — but he'd always be there to pick you up again. 
Putting you back together again no matter how many times you shattered was Midoriya's lifelong goal. 
He didn't care how much his hands bled in the process. 
He just wanted you to know you were loved — that he cherished you.
“You have me. Always and forever.”
He never wanted you to feel alone, no, he wanted you to know that he’d always be there for you, whether you needed him or not — he’d never leave you alone.
Not now.
Not ever.
“I’d come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I will be there.”
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mushroom-economy · 2 years
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Drunk
Word count: 2.0k
Summary: At a get together with your old class, Izuku ends up getting drunk. Things spiral from there.
Warnings: drinking alcohol (duh😒), crybaby izu, Izuku’s the only one that gets drunk, he calls reader “pretty” and “gorgeous” a lot lmao, gender neutral reader, fighting—not angst tho, (it isn’t mentioned but reader replaces Mineta), sfw, unless you count Izuku being sickeningly in love with reader, not beta read, I have no experience with drunk people🧍
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Despite being clear on the way to being the symbol of peace, Izuku had many weaknesses.
All Might merchandise, you, soft blankets, spicy foods, tickling, bugs … just to name a few. You couldn’t count the amount of times you’ve come home to the sheepish hero Deku sitting on your bed holding some new form of an All Might product. Or the amount of times you’ve had to roll him out of your blankets just to get him to go to work. You even ended up having to ban soft blankets from your bed entirely, so he wouldn’t stay home every day.
Not to mention his whole alcohol thing, which was just pitiful at this point. The mere scent of an alcoholic beverage sent him into an anxious rant about why he can’t have any, one you usually had to stop with a kiss—or a smack to the forehead. He didn’t even drink the little flutes of champagne given to him at fancy events.
You have many memories of him, Katsuki, Shouto, and Momo all hidden away during the larger parties your class would secretly hold in your second and third years, to avoid being offered alcohol. You’re sure your classmates had plenty of videos of their reactions when cornered, even you had one of the time Katsuki and Izuku worked together to launch themselves out of a window.
The build up of never being able to drink stopped them from being able to form a tolerance of any kind as teens. You understood why, though. With a powerful quirk, especially with one like One For All, consuming alcohol posed too many dangerous possibilities. Still, it didn’t make it all any less funny.
However, tonight was different.
Class A had decided to have a fun get together on one of the rare occasions all twenty of you were available. It all started with Mina complaining in the group chat, whining about how it had been forever since you’ve all been together. Then, next thing you knew you’d all settled on a date where everyone was free. Such was the life of a pro hero.
Once the date and time was decided, you all (read: Shouto) pooled together enough money to rent out a section of a special pro hero bar. It resided in Hosu, a simple single story built in a more secluded part of town. Appearing as a normal, boring whire office building, it hid its true purpose from the public—and more importantly: villains.
The perfect place for heroes to relax and let loose. Not only was it private, but it also had quirk suppressing technology lining its walls, as well as bouncers trained by the hero commission. In case things ever got out of hand.
Which brought you to your current predicament: your husband, face flushed from drinking, pressed up against you. Trying to flirt with you.
Izuku looked absolutely adorable, already drunk off his ass from a few cocktails. Babbling anything that came to his mind, which mainly consisted of compliments.
“Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?” Izuku asked, holding your hands in his own. He moved his face closer to yours. “Cause you’re really, really, really … really pretty.”
You giggled as he spoke, pressing a kiss to his fingers. His expression was schooled to one of the utmost seriousness, as if the knowledge that you are attractive is extremely important information for you to know. You couldn’t help but grin fondly at him as he blinked lazily, his words coming out slurred.
You decided to tease him.
“You know, my husband actually loves telling me how much he likes my appearance. He does it pretty much daily, it’s really cute. And really hot, to be honest. I like men confident enough in their masculinity to compliment others without feeling it makes them less of a man.” You sent him a wink that didn’t match your tender smile. It was one of your favorite traits of Izuku, and even though it should be the bare minimum for men, you couldn’t help but praise him for it every chance you got.
Instead of flustering like you expected, his eyes widened and he tried to yank himself away from you. But he had poor coordination with his body, and ended up stumbling further into you. You jumped up as he nearly crashed onto the floor, steadying him on his feet and forcing him to sit back down. You didn’t fail to notice his trembling.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” You frowned in concern, reaching up to brush his bangs from his sweaty forehead. You felt a pang of hurt when he swatted your hand away.
“You’re married!” he cried in despair, finally looking up at you with tear filled eyes. “I shouldn’t like you so much! I can’t like you! You’re so so pretty, and I like you so, so, so much, but…” he trailed off, eyes nearly bugging out of his head when he noticed the band on his left hand. He brought it up to his face, eyes wide in horror. “And I’m married too!” He looked absolutely distraught, it was surprising he hadn’t started crying yet.
You blinked.
And blinked again.
Then laughed, grabbing his face and rubbing his cheeks adoringly. “Yeah, to me.”
He stared at you, and you could almost see his mind exploding. The thought made you snicker.
You showed him your own ring. Twisting it around, the underneath became visible where his initials had been engraved. You flipped his own palm over and showed him where yours were written as well.
“See, this has your name, and yours has mine.”
He inspected the rings for a couple minutes, before leaning back to look at you. This time his face was full of disbelief.
“No way… are you serious?”
You smiled, and nodded. “Yes, baby.”
The confirmation made him beam, completely overjoyed. He was smiling so hard his giant eyes were nearly gone behind his freckled cheeks. “Really?”
You nodded again, laughing. “Really.”
“You’re lying.”
You shook your head. “I’m not lying, Izu.”
Then he started crying. You jolted, immediately gripping his face in concern.
“Izuku? What’s wrong?”
But after being with him for so long, you should’ve known better.
“‘M just so happy,” he sobbed, dopey grin still on his face. “You’re just so … wow. And you’re mine?” More tears.
You sighed in a mix of relief and exasperation, petting his head as he buried it into your chest. His body shook as he continued to cry from happiness.
“It’s alright, baby.”
“Love you s’much.”
“Love you too.”
“The fuck’s wrong with Izuku?” A gruff voice asked, and you looked up to see Katsuki, angry as usual.
Despite the scowl on his face, you could see worry in his red eyes. He may have grown since his UA days, dropping the mean nickname and considered him and Izuku friends, but he still refused to show his emotions properly.
It was his Bakugou Katsuki charm, as Denki had dubbed it.
You agreed, it was endearing in a way. But it was still in a Katsuki way, and because you desired to live past retirement, you never told him so.
Apparently Denki didn’t wish the same for himself, seeing as he made the comment right to Katsuki, and ended up getting an explosion to the face.
You never felt sympathy for him during those situations, knowing brought it upon himself.
“Kachan!” Izuku gasped excitedly at the sound of the blond’s voice, pulling away to grin at his best friend. “Look Kachan! This is my spouse! Can you believe it? Aren’t they so pretty?”
Katsuki stared at him. “Uh… yeah, nerd. I was in your wedding. And they’re okay looking, I guess.” You raised your eyebrows at the almost compliment. Possibly tipsy, then.
Izuku gasped as if Katsuki had personally offended him. “What do you mean “okay”?! They’re gorgeous!” He squished your face, bringing it closer to Katsuki’s to show him.
Katsuki gave you an amused look. “How much did he drink?”
You snickered. “One too many cocktails. Dunno why he thought he could handle them.” It came out muffled from Izuku’s grip.
Izuku cut in before Katsuki could respond. “Kachan! Agree with me!”
Katsuki sighed, rolling his eyes. “Sure, Izuku.”
“Aren’t they gorgeous?!”
“Yes, Izuku. They’re … gorgeous.” You snickered at Katsuki’s blush, the explosive hero sending you a glare in return.
Suddenly you were jerked back into Izuku’s hold. He tucked you into his side, arms protectively circling around your body. Letting out a noise akin to a growl, he glared at Katsuki with a ferocity you didn’t even know he could direct towards him. With your head pressed against his chest you could feel his heart beating rapidly with adrenaline, as if he were in mortal danger.
“They’re mine.” Your hair began to stand on end, and you flinched when you saw green lightning rolling off of Izuku’s arms. Oh fuck, he was mad.
Hopefully the quirk suppressors worked as well as everyone said.
“Woah man, what’s going on?” Eijirou stepped in, having been walking by to get more drinks. They were forgotten though as he put himself between you, Izuku, and Katsuki.
A common occurrence during your UA days, only you were used to watching from afar. You were too on edge to reminisce, though.
“Kachan’s trying to steal my spouse away from me!”
“You made me compliment them! I don’t like them like that!”
“Lies! How can you not like them?!”
“Because I fucking don’t! You don’t control the way I feel!”
“What do you mean you just don’t?!”
Eijirou met your tired gaze, face contorted in confusion.
“What are they doing?” He asked, just loudly enough to be heard over the pair’s shouting match.
“Fighting.”
He gave you an unamused look, and turned to Katsuki.
“Katsuki, you’re making it worse,” Eijirou murmured to the blond, placing a hand on his shoulder. He huffed in irritation, but turned away.
Izuku’s grip on you tightened. You looked back at his face, and almost snorted. He looked like an angry puppy, face red from alcohol.
An angry puppy that could make the entire building collapse, even with his quirk suppressed, you reminded yourself.
Definitely need to do something about that.
You snuggled into him, feeling him relax slightly at your contact. You could use that to your advantage. Somehow, you managed to turn yourself around enough to reach a hand up and cup Izuku’s face lovingly. “Darling, you don’t have to worry about Katsuki. I only have eyes for you, Izuku.”
His threatening aura dissipated in a flash; as if a light switch had been flicked off. Picking you up, he maneuvered you to sit in his lap properly, and buried his face in your neck once you were comfortable. You snickered when you felt how hot his face was burning on your skin, reaching up to comb your fingers through his soft hair.
Eijirou dragged Katsuki away when he started making gagging noises at the show of affection. You watched as they joined your ex-peers, laughing as Katsuki was eventually coaxed onto the dance floor with the others.
Izuku stayed practically glued to you for a while after, pressing kisses to your shoulder every now and then. Contented to just bask in each other’s company, you ordered another drink from the bartender. They were obviously annoyed at Izuku, shooting angry glances at him every few seconds, but complied. Probably trying to get you to leave as soon as possible.
“Why don’t you go back to complimenting me,” you joked once the silence became too boring for you.
Izuku seemed to like the idea, seeing as he literally brightened at your words. He nuzzled his face into your neck as he began rattling off praise again.
“Yeah! You’re sooooooo pretty! And smart! And talented! And gorgeous! And pretty!”
“Sweetie, you already said pretty.”
“You are very, very attractive.”
You snorted. “Alright, Izu.”
“And I love you very, very much.”
“I love you very, very much too, Izuku.”
“Not as much as I love you, though.”
“Um, excuse me. I love you more than you love me.”
“Nuh-uh!”
“Mhmm!”
The bartender groaned under their breath as you fought over who loved the other more. This was going to be a very long night.
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lettersbydahlia · 2 years
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skinny love: two people who have very strong feelings for each other, but are too shy to show it
♡ izuku midoriya x gn!reader (they/them prns)
♡ childhood best friends to lovers, mutual pining but they're both idiots, tiniest bit of angst but mostly fluff
♡ requested by my shawty bae @avocadotoast511 !!
♡ fic is mostly in lowercaps, roughly written + not beta'd since i've been having a bit of writer's block so srry if it's not good :(
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when IZUKU’s friends first met you, they genuinely believed you two were a couple. several reasons led them to this assumption: one being that Izuku never specified what you were to him. his best friend or his girlfriend? who knows. two, both of you are always touching each other. it didn’t matter where, when, or how, but there was almost never an instance where your guys hands weren’t on each other. 
whether Izuku was holding your hand, hugging you, or rubbing your back. or whether you were sitting on the boy’s lap, kissing his cheek, or ruffling his hair. you two practically act like an elderly couple that have been together since high school. there’s an aura about your two’s relationship that exudes love: unconditional and everlasting. a type of love that screams we’re more than just best friends. lastly, three: the way Izuku looks at you. the way his eyes grow soft the moment he sees you, or at the slightest mention of you. 
however, things in the present situation are so, so different. when asked, Izuku will state that you two are just childhood best friends. nothing else and nothing more. maybe he’s violently blushing when asked (he will constantly deny this) but the green-haired boy stands firm on his statement. but Izuku’s friends know better: they know him better. they are one-hundred percent sure that both of you are madly in love with each other, but neither of you will admit it. 
which leads to the current situation: U.A,'s spring dance is coming up and everyone except Izuku has a date to the dance. this, of course, means all his friends are determined on getting him a date: you. 
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“you need to ask them out, Deku!” Uraraka with a smile, and he struggles to smile in return. 
“for sure. i bet y/n knows we have a dance coming up and is just waiting for you to ask them out,” Kirishima’s tone is confident and assured, and it terrifies Izuku, because the redhead is nothing but honest. Denki nods encouragingly and gives him a thumbs up, which only makes him more anxious. 
“y/n’s just my best friend, guys. they don’t like me that way…” it sounds more like a question than a statement, and Izuku swallows thickly. you don’t like him that way- right? right? he groans and flops on his bed, back hitting the sheets. Izuku’s not even sure of what he’s saying. 
»»♡«« 
it’s the weekend and per custom, Izuku is back home with his mother. in addition, you’re in his bedroom. your legs are swinging back and forth as you vaguely scroll through your phone, while Izuku works on his homework at his desk. it’s a routine you two have become comfortable with: occupied with differently entirely things while basking in each other’s presence. knowing he’s reached this level of comfort with you makes him think there’s a chance your feelings for him are more than platonic, which gives him the confidence he needs to mention the spring dance. after a minute or two of silently hyping himself up, he reluctantly drops his wooden pencil and rises from his desk, taking a seat next to you. you don’t raise your head but briefly hum in acknowledgement. 
“so… U.A. is having a dance soon,” Izuku scratches the back of his neck and stares at you. your eyes lift from your phone’s screen and his heart skips a beat.
“oh, really? that sounds lovely. who are you going with?” your phone is carelessly dropped on your lap and your hands are wrung together. Izuku’s heart races as he swipes his tongue over his lips.
“mhm. i’m thinking of asking Uraraka to the dance,” he falters, wondering how you’ll react. you slowly nod, lips pressed together into a tight-lipped smile.
“Uraraka…the brunette with the floating quirk, right?” Izuku nods and he feels deflated at your reaction. he had the tiniest of hopes that you would react differently, that you would speak up and say how you feel, but your reaction is nothing what he hoped and everything he had feared. 
“that’s nice, i’m happy for you. you would make a cute couple,” i don’t want to be with her, he wants to say. i want to be with you. but Izuku holds in the words and nods, chest aching. 
“thank you.” his voice is embarrassingly tiny and he flinches as you abruptly get up from his bed, body rigid and smile looking too forced. 
“i…i have to go. i forgot i have something to do- i’m sorry. see you later, Midoriya.” you leave before he can even say goodbye. it only dawns on him a few minutes later, that you didn’t hug him goodbye and that you called him Midoriya. and his heart hurts more than he’d like to admit. 
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“y/n! y/n!” you definitely hear him, perking up for a second. then you keep walking forward and don’t even look back. Midoriya huffs. a few of your classmates stare at you as he weaves through the crowd, hearing whispers of ‘u.a.’ and ‘deku!’ he ignores them until he reaches you, hand landing on your shoulder. you spin around, eyes wide. 
“what are you doing here?” your voice is low, eyes darting around. you know the crowd he's gathered, and you don't like it. you fiddle with your backpack straps and he sighs. 
“you’ve been avoiding me for days and you haven’t responded to any of my texts or calls. what’s wrong? did i- did i do something wrong?” he starts to stammer, hands moving with his words. you’re staring at him silently, before you sigh. you turn and walk away, as if you had never acknowledged him. Izuku’s heart clenches and he follows you, but your speedwalking turns into jogging and eventually you’re running, and he’s running after you. it’s a bit humiliating, he thinks, having to chase you down when you’ve been ignoring him for almost a week. but you’re his best friend, and he can’t let you go. 
soon enough he’s caught up to you- running has never been your forte. you’ve been running for a few blocks until you’ve both reached your house. he wraps you in a tight hug, refusing to let go even as you struggle and squirm. 
“what-what are you doing!?” you struggle and kick your feet, but your strength is no match for his. it makes Izuku aware of how much he’s changed. only a few years ago, you were the stronger one that chased off his bullies. “i swear to god, Midoriya, if you don’t let me go…” he shakes his head. 
“not until you tell me what’s going on,” you stiffen and slowly meet his gaze. Izuku gulps but maintains eye contact despite his racing heart. 
“nothing’s going on, i’m fine! i just had a busy week, that’s all. didn’t have time to text you back.” he scoffs, shaking his head. after all these years of knowing each other and you’re still a terrible liar. 
he sets you back on the ground, and you shake your head while straightening your uniform. he’s staring at you throughout it, and when you’re done you meet his gaze, brow furrowed. you’re trying to act nonchalant, but he can see right through your act. sees your firsts clenched, your left foot tapping rapidly. he can spot a drop of sweat rolling down your forehead. it’s almost comical how easy he can read your body language but not your mind- not what you’re thinking. it’s both amusing and frustrating. 
“why are you lying?” his voice is low, and he feels every suppressed emotion break through. “you’re a bad liar. i’ve texted you every single day, called you once or twice, saw you post on social media- you weren’t busy. you were avoiding me. please…just tell me why.” his posture slumps in defeat, chest feeling tight and eyes watery. he’s so scared to lose you but doesn’t have the guts to say it out loud. “please, just-,” 
“-i love you.” you cut him short, chest slightly heaving. “i’ve loved you for so long, don’t you see? i’m in love with you, Izuku. i can’t be a good friend and stay at your side- i won’t do that to myself. i can’t stay to watch you fall in love with someone else. i’m sorry… i can’t break my heart for yours.”
his jaw slackens and his heart skips a beat. “..what?”
you roll your eyes and scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “i’m not declaring my love for you again, Midoriya. i think..” you falter, eyes lowering to the ground. “i think you should leave.” 
you turn to head into your house, but Izuku grabs your wrist before you can take another step. your eyes widen but you stay still, waiting for him to talk.
"i-i never knew you felt the same way...” he licks his lips, and your mouth parts open. “i’m an idiot,” he laughs before scratching the back of his neck, gently releasing your wrist. “i thought if i invited Uraraka and told you…” he pauses, snorting. “i think it was the worst idea i’ve had so far. i thought if i invited Uraraka you would’ve gotten jealous and told me how you felt,” he says lamely, wanting to shrink himself. 
you’re silent for a moment, jaw clenched. Izuku gulps and feels his palms get sweaty. you sigh, shaking your head, and his heart sinks. you launch yourself into his arms before he can react, hugging him tightly. your face is smothered against his chest as you speak. 
“you’re such an idiot, Izuku.” 
“i am?” he slowly wraps his arms around you, feeling confused as ever. you nod, and the two of you stand in silence until he clears his throat and speaks up. 
“so… does this mean you’ll be my date to the dance?”
“..what about uraraka?”
“oh, that was a lie. she’s going with my friends.” 
you slap his forearm and he yelps. 
“ow! what was that for?” he mumbles while rubbing the sore forearm. you grow quiet and when he meets your gaze, you’re already looking at him. your lips slightly part open and his eyes fall to your lips. yours do too, and he gulps loudly. his heart beats quicker the longer he stares at your lips.
“Izuku?”
“mm?” it’s an unconscious response, his attention on your lips unwavering. 
“why don’t you stop staring at my lips and kiss me instead?” 
his face grows warm and red, a nervous laugh escaping his throat. but your face is serious and his heart skips a beat. 
“are you sure? I don’t want to make you-,” your lips are on his before he can finish the sentence, hands gripping the collar of his shirt. he’s frozen for a second, before he melts into the kiss. your arms go to the back of his neck and his hands slide to your waist. his heart feels like it’s about to explode, body warm and lips smiling against yours. you pull him closer, and Izuku thinks he can die happily in your arms. 
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a/n: tbh i started this w a lot of energy but then i got busy w life and didn't finish the fic so when i got back i lowk lost inspiration </3 but if you did enjoy lmk LOL do rb + comment if you did <3
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infrunamie · 8 months
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idek what this is, smut turned angst? it was only supposed to be smut headcanons but i got carried away teehee
bully!reader x victim!yandere
victim!yandere whos panting out “thank yous” while you let him hump your leg in the gym equipment room like a dog.
victim!yandere who steals your textbooks for the class you have to study for and when you find him, he’s holding your stuff behind his back with a wet tent in his pants saying, “come t—take it from me, [name].”
victim!yandere who asks begs you to take your anger out on him. step on his perverted dick, slap him in the face, humiliated him and take away his dignity.
victim!yandere when the first time he saw you in gym class, sweaty, cocky, sexy you who managed to turn this boy into a shaking mess when you tackled him in football.
victim!yandere who definitely steals your underwear, used or new, hes sniffing it while humping your pillow case. at school, if your drinking from a plastic bottle or straw he’ll take the straw/bottle and suck on it for dear life palming the bulge in his pants.
victim!yandere who sees the math teacher making advances towards you and what was that? his dead body was found outside a police station with a paper confessing to 5 sexual assault cases?
victim!yandere who sees you flirting with some girl. when you wait at the mall for your date, you get a message from her saying that “she never wants to see or talk to you again.”
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force him to do shameless things, make him wear a long trench coat with nothing underneath and go out in public, stand near him on the crowded train and start fingering his lewd boy pussy. when you get to the cafe, take him to the bathroom and stuff him full off your cum.
when you guys are at a party, make him wear a vibrator and urethra plug and keep it at the highest volume. when hes not looking sneak away and wait for him to find you, fat tears running down his flushed face, knees about to give away at any moment.
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if you do get in a relationship with someone else bad news for you, that persons body was found cut up and mangled in the alley you walk home in?
when you get home after you called the police, you see him, biting his shirt, riding your pillow with hunger. “[name], [name] oh fuck, ‘gotta hurry b—before they come back mmmhh-“ he whimpered, hips stuttering and asshole clenching around nothing. your eyes locked onto the bloody knife tip poking out of a plastic bag on your dresser
after you saw that you ran out, door accidentally slamming it behind you. you rummaged through your pockets until you found your phone, eyes tearing up clouding your vision, making putting in your password harder along with your shaky hands.
you finally opened your phone and dialled 911, beep beep beep. with a crackle the receiver on the other end picked up. “please help th-“ slap your phone fell from your hands as a two arms came from behind you and wrapped around your torso. “[name], what are you doing.” a voice behind you grumbled, laced with betrayal, sadness, and most prominent. anger.
“what am i doing?! what are you doing. breaking into my damn house, murdering my s/o, and humping my goddamn pillow.” you shout, immediately your face tingled at the thought, were you sleeping somewhere his dick has been? you shove him off you and step back, crushing your phone in the process.
“you’re a fucking psychopath.” you whisper fear evident in your eyes. “you betrayed me, [name],” with every step forward he took you took two back. “you and that bitch, playing with my heart after i gave you everything. you love me. i love you. there’s no room for others to try and ruin what we have.” he said slowly but filled with raw emotion.
your back hit the wall as he loomed over you. the tabled turned, your heart drops to your stomach. you notice when hes not hunched, hes tall. really fucking tall. and the black compression shirt really shows off his muscles when hes not hiding behind hoodies.
“i’m doing this shit you think is fucked up because i love you, i’m doing this for our love, [name]. you’ll understand that soon enough.”
eren, armin, keigo, johnny joestar, izuku, hange, geto, kageyama, childe, yoshida, your faves.
been having a yandere brainrot icl
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r2katsu · 4 months
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scenario for when Izuku...
mha m.list | gn!reader | fluff
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assures you over and over that he's fine before and after every villain he faced and every time he does that he would look up at you with his big nerdy smile and raise his hand actually...raised his pinky towards you until you followed along and intertwined pinkies and pinky promise..."I'm alright, I'm okay.
mini fic ver
thank you for reading! 🤍
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mysicklove · 6 months
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𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄
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DAY 1 : PET PLAY
With: Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou
Word Count: 5.0k
Warnings: sub! izuku and katsuki, gn! reader, collars/leashes, dog ears, reader forces katsuki to bark, reader is purposefully mean to izuku, mlm (they are forced to makeout), hand jobs, slight orgasm control, tons of sappy nicknames
A/N: hi guys!! welcome to day 1!! fun fact, this randomly got posted in the middle of the night some random day in september. fuck tumblr que, idk what happened. but here we are LOL
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You'll never get used to it. Having two pro-heros as your dogs. Kneeling at your feet, only in their boxers, silently waiting for their owners command. It was a dopamine rush every time the three of you went into this headspace.
They both had on their designated personally designed collars. The sweet one had a red leather one, that complimented his pleading green eyes perfectly. The brat wore a light pink sparkly collar. He had fumed the first time he saw it, yelling at you to fuck off and refusing to put it on. But after you put a muzzle on him the rest of the night, he shut his mouth. He still gets pissed when you clip it on him, but instead grumbles to himself, not wanting to risk the horrible metal muzzle. Besides, he knows you only do it to get a rise out of him. So on most nights you gave him his usual black spiked collar. Obviously tonight you were feeling more teasing.
The muzzle and a gag lay next to you in case either of them decide to act out. Izuku of course wouldnt ever dare to purposely disobey in this mental state. But he had a huge problem of talking. Dogs arent supposed to talk, so next to you lays a cartoon bone shaped gag, waiting to be put into Izukus mouth. 
Tonight the two of them were leashed together, a pretty but simple black leash divided into two different clips. Their section was small, so the two of them were forced to sit shoulder to shoulder with one another to prevent pulling at the leather. 
They also wore their puppy ear headbands, just because you were feeling special today. Izuku has green floppy ears, and Katsuki, blonde pointy ones. You also had tails designed for them, but that would involve some…prepping. So the collars, ears, and leash were enough for today.
You sit on the bed, crossed legs, with you wrapped around the end of the leash. You give it a hesitant tug and the two of them collapse forward, Izuku with a small whine and Katsuki with a glare, immediately bringing himself back onto his knees, pulling Izuku with him.
You reach forward to pat the both of them on the head. Izuku preens, looking down with clenched fist and a blushing smile. Katsuki looks away with a huff, but you know thats the best you'll get out of him. 
“Look at my boys,” You coo, “You guys are so precious.” You gently pull the leash upward so that the two of them are forced to look up at you.
Izuku beams at you, feeling himself buzz from the praise. “Thank you, Y/N! I want to be good for you today! Even Kacchan says he does too–” You give him a sickly sweet smile, nodding your head and humming at him. He is completely unaware of you trailing your hand toward the gag, waiting for him to finish his rambling so you can shove it on him. 
Katsuki’s eyes flicker to your hands immediately and his eyes widen. It doesn't take much for him to realize his situation. The two of them are tied together. That definitely means something, and Izuku hasn't seemed to realize it yet. 
The two of them were in this together. If Izuku gets punished, the chances of the metal muzzle coming on are high. “We will be your good-”
Katsuki flings his hand over the others mouth, the force of it pushing Izuku over. The blonde topples forward with him, from the short binding leather. Izuku lands on his back and Katsuki lands on top of him with a groan.
You laugh hysterically and the boys both flush in embarrassment, making eye contact with eachother. Katsuki quickly pulls himself up and Izuku is forced to follow – not that he minded. They sit back on their knees both red in the face, looking at the ground, too embarrassed to look at eachother. 
You pat the blondes hair, and he gulps. “Good boy, Katsuki! Poor Izu almost got gagged, that would be too bad, right puppy?” You smile, turning your gaze to the freckled boy who is nodding his head frantically, hating the gag as much as Katsuki hates the muzzle. It makes his jaw hurt, and the drool is humiliating.
You continue to run your fingers through Katsukis hair as a reward and he unconscioully leans into the touch, still unused to the praise. “I guess we don't need a muzzle today either!” Red eyes widen and he tries not to seem to excited at the thought. He gulps, and looks away, clenching at the thin fabric that fails to cover his leaking cock. You chuckle at him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his temple. Izukus eyes flicker to you, clutching his fist to hide his obvious jealousy of the affection.
“What should I do with the two of you?” You hum, admiring the leash in your hand. The boys gulp, and Izuku wants nothing more than to speak, so he bites his tongue to keep himself silent. Katsuki grows weary, wondering what type of mood you were in today.
“Should I make the two of you fuck eachother?” Izuku whines, leaning forward to rest his head on your knee, to wordlessly show his disapproval. You chuckle and bring your hand to his curly green hair, and notice that Katsuki is scowling at you, having the same view. 
You know they prefer it when you are involved. They always complain its not as fun without you, and besides who would give them orders? What will two dogs do without a owner to command them?
“Alright, I've got an idea.” They peer up at you, Izuku still in your lap. “We are going to do some training!” They both flinch, eyes flickering to each other in a silent agreement. This will most likely be something not so pleasant. “I was thinking we try some obedience exercises? C'mere get on the bed you two.”
Katsuki begins to stand and you yank the leash forward, causing the both of them to fall over, foreheads resting next to the carpet. “I don't remember dogs standing.” The blonde fumes, trying not to yell at you. He hates being dragged around.
Izuku paws at the edge of the bed, glancing back at Katsuki to follow. He rolls his eyes with a grumble, but follows behind, on his hands and knees as well. Izuku sits so close to you, that he is practically in your lap. He seems to be vibrating with excitement, hoping you will be kind to him today. You rub his cheek, and he beams for you, nuzzling into your hand.
Katsuki, dramatically, sits as far away as he can, which isnt far due to the leash attached to Izuku. You smile at him at he gulps. “C'mere Kats,” You say, patting your lap.
He nods hesitantly, and climbs into your lap, looking away when you kiss his cheek. Izuku lets out a small whine and rests his hand on your thigh, obviously jealous of the positioning. “We are gonna play a little game.” Red eyes catch yours. “I am going to give out an order and the both of you are to follow them. Easy right?” 
Katsuki pauses for a second. Following commands was what he struggled with the most. His pride always got the better of him. He gulps, but nods.
Izuku on the other hand, is nodding his head with a grin. This was easy for him, and he was always happy to please you. Just a couple of orders and then you will get to touch him. He could do that with his eyes closed. 
“Good boys! Now paw.” You set the leash down and hold out both of your hands flat. Izuku rests his hand in yours in an instant, leaning in closer to hopefully get praised. Katsuki glances at you, and then the hand, and silently places his open hand on yours. He looks away while doing it, slightly embarrassed. 
“Good job Katsuki!” You praise, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. He grumbles under his breath, but the tips of his ears go pink. Izuku leans forward and waits for you to kiss his own cheek, but you don't make an effort to look at him. He whines for it, and you glance at him, a malicious smile on your face. “Dont be spoiled Izuku,” You coo, pickingup the leash and gently pulling on it, causing the both of them to lean closer.
Izuku slightly pouts, but nods. Katsuki feels uneasy; Izuku always gets praised. Something was going on. 
“Alright. Now kiss.” In an instant Izuku is pouncing on the other, and Katsuki topples over at the force of the movement. He lets out an annoyed groan when Izuku's lips lock desperately with his. Izuku on the other hand is moaning into it, slightly dramaticizing the sound to hopefully coax something out of you. 
You sit and watch, trying to not laugh at how different the two are in this situation. Izuku seems to be suffocating Katsuki with his tongue, while the blonde is pushing on his chest to force him off. “Alright, enough,” You command, and just like that, Izuku is pulling away, grabbing Katsuki by his collar, and pulling him up with him.
Izuku this time crawls into your lap, practically purring from how content he feels in the position. But to his dismay, you shoo him off, pushing at his chest with a stern glare. “Did I say you can sit there, dog?”
He gulps, hands trembling, and surprised at your tone. Not only that, but you called him, dog. Not puppy, or sweet boy, his usual nicknames that you give him. Did he do something bad?
Katsuki glances at him, kinda feeling a bit bad for him, but not bad enough to say anything. He feels your hand grab at his collar, and force him forward until he is in your lap again, your hand petting his hair. He peesr back at Izuku who was dragged forward, and looking up at Katsuki with hurt eyes. Jealousy, most likely, and maybe confusion of why the blonde gets to sit there and not him. 
“Speak, Puppy,” You demand, tapping on Katsukis jaw. 
Izuku makes a frantic woofing noise, loud enough that your eyes trail to him. The scarred hand is back on your thigh, and big green eyes peer up at you. Your facial expression doesn't change, but your words cut him like ice. “I didn't ask you to bark, mutt.” You turn back to Katsuki, ignoring the pleading stare from your right. “Speak, Katsuki.”
Bakugou pauses, his face flushed in embarrassment. This is where things got tricky. He would rather die than do something so humiliating. It was one thing to put the ears on and “look” like a dog, but to act like one is some sort of degrading thing. His pride would never let him do something as pathetic as that.
He scowls at his hands, avoiding the burning gaze on the back of his neck. You hum at him, grabbing his chin, and forcing him to look at you. “Katsukiiii,” You purr, hoping to encourage him. 
He shakes his head, huffing out, and ignoring your words. The force of your hands on his jaw gets rougher, and the blonde knows you are beginning to lose patience. He can see Izuku begin to squirm uncomfortably, waiting for him.
Your eyes peer into his, and your words come out slow, every syllable seeming to have a command behind it. “C’mon puppy,” You murmur, “bark for me.”
A couple seconds go by and he doesn't make a noise. You sigh and let go of his chin. “Well, I guess nobody gets to cum tonight. How sad, I was so excited to play with you guys.” 
Izuku grabs onto Katsuki frantically, eyes wide and pleading. He has been waiting for this all week, no way was he willing to give it up for his childhood friend's pride. They were being treated like dogs for god sake, the first step was giving up your ego for pleasure.
The blonde glares at Izuku, but then glances at you, who is beginning to reach forward and take off his collar. You were being serious, and that fact sent shivers down his spine.
“W-Woof?” 
It's quiet, meek and nervous. Izuku covers his mouth to hold back a giggle, watching the other turn a bright shade of pink. “Louder,” You encourage, resting your head in the palm of your hand, growing more and more entertained by the second.
“Woof. Woof,” He tries, but it sounds more robotic, than dog like. He grips at his boxers, and can feel tears of humiliation prick at his eyes. 
“Relax, Kats. What do dogs sound like?” You whisper, petting his head, and trying to hold back a coo, because of how tense he looks.
Izuku inches forward to the blonde, nodding at him when the two make eye contact. Katsuki gulps, and takes a deep breath. “Arf! Woof! Woof! Ruff?” 
You begin to laugh, and Katsuki wants to curl up in a ball and die. He feels Izuku's hand on hisback, patting it encouragingly, but he doesn't have enough energy to bite back at him. So he lets the green haired boy continue, waiting for your giggling to stop.
You pull at the leash, and the two come forward, looking at you. You dont spare Izuku a glance, focusing solely on Katsuki. “Good boy! You did so well for me!” You praise, giving him a peck on his mouth and ruffling his hair affectionately.
He tries not to let the praise get to him, but the tint of his cheeks say otherwise. “F-Fuck you,” Katsuki mumbles, gripping at your thigh. 
Izuku's eyes widen at the spoken words, and his eyes immediately flicker to the gag and muzzle. He also grabs onto your leg, hoping you wont use them. “Ah ah ah,” You tutt, “You know puppies dont speak. I'll forgive it just this once since you are doing so good for me.”
He nods, trying not to roll his eyes. “Now, lets get to the fun stuff. Katsuki definitely deserves a reward for passing his training! Right, Izuku?”
Whenever this is going, Izuku seems to not be involved. He gives you a sheepish glance, clinging closer to you. He was listening to, why isn't he getting a reward? And it didn't make sense, why were you calling him a mutt and dog, just previous to this. Katsuki was the one to get the harsh treatment by you due to his bratty nature, but Izuku didn't do anything wrong.
Red eyes meet green, and Izuku pauses. Then he sighs, and turns to you, nodding meekly. You barely look at him, but smile. “Now, lets get these off of you sweet boy,” You murmur, grabbing onto his boxers and beginning to pull them down. Katsukis eyes slightly widen, but he allows you to, jumping when the cool air kisses his skin.
Izuku stares from the spot behind the two. Watching the way Bakugou's boxers get tossed aside, and how your hand moves onto his thigh. But the only thought that was repeating in his head, was the name you called him. Sweet boy.
It was his. You have never called Katsuki that, because Katsuki isn't sweet. He isn't the docile and obedient one, the sweet one. Why are you calling Katsuki by his named? It didn't make any sense, and Izuku felt himself bite the inside of his cheek.
“Cmon, show Izuku your pretty cock, Katsuki,” You tease, turning him around in your lap, so that his back is touching your chest. The two of them make eye contact, and Katsuki is the first to fume red, hiding his face into your neck while his cock stands proudly on display. Izuku whines, feeling his own pulse against the thin fabric of his briefs. 
Your hands travel to Katsukis dick, forming a makeshift hole, and beginning to stroke it up and down. “Lets test how trained you are Izuku.” He perks up at his name, practically vibrating that you finally acknowledged him. “No touching yourself till Katsuki cums. Easy right?” He pauses, frowning slightly. This is what he struggled with the most. How needy he gets.
It's not his fault, but the second he gets into bed with you or Katsuki, he just gets…excited. Constantly thinking about how quickly he can cum, and how many times he can go without falling asleep. His sex drive was high, although he gets too embarrassed to admit it. But you know him well enough by now.
“If you don't, the two of you dont get to cum for two weeks.”
Two pairs of eyes snap toward you in an instant. A threat like that would practically kill Izuku, and Katsuki also was not in favor of waiting that long. The two of them make a silent agreement, and Izuku slowly places his hands behind his back, clasping them together and waiting. If they dont stray from this position, it will be fine.
You grin at him, but then focus your attention on Katsuki. You open his thighs, slapping him gently when he tries to close them from embarrassment, to give Izuku a full view. One of your hand finds his nipples, and the other wraps around his cock.
Izuku stares at your slow, sensual movements. The way your hand pumps Bakugou, and the way the blonde lets out a shaky breath. He is still tense under Izuku's view, but Izuku assumed he would be. Katsuki got nervous being watched, and you liked to exploit that. You always teased him about how cute he was, even when the blonde scowled at you with a pink face.
Even now, Katsuki seemed to have a pinched brow. He glances at Midoriya, baring his teeth slightly, and then looking away. He probably didn't like how vulnerable he was right now. The only one naked, and getting touched. 
Izuku would kill to be in his position.
“There you go. Feeling better now, puppy?” You coo, pressing light kisses onto his neck. He seems to melt at the sweet words, hating how easy it was you to make his heartbeat to pick up. He nods slightly, and finally falls slump against your chest, trying his best to ignore Izuku's ruthless stare.
Your hand rubs over the head, thumbing at the slit, and then moves back down to pump him some more. Your other hand cups his balls, and begins to fondle them gently. His breath begins to pick up from the intense feelings, and his hips begin to rock into your hand. Katsuki’s eyes fall shut, and he rests the back of his head on your shoulder, slightiy tilting his head upward.
And as Katsuki finally begins to relax, Izuku finds himself growing uneasy. He gulps, and glances at his briefs, sighing when he sees the dampening spot from where his cock lay. He was too hard, and the boxers were making him uncomfortable. He wants them off.
But he is not willing to risk it. So he plays with his hands behind his back, and shutters whenever he hears Katsuki moan out. He inches closer to the two of you, just until his knee touches the blondes upper leg.
A drop of pre leaks from the blondes tip, and both Izuku and Katsuki make a noise. Katsuki a groan, and Izuku, a pained whine. He was unbelievably jealous, and every cell in his body screamed at him to touch himself. Make the pain go away. Bakugou gets to feel good, why cant he?
“F-Fuckkkk,” Katsuki groans out, and you laugh, and then tilt his head to to the side, and press your lips onto his. Izuku makes a choked yelp, eyes widening and hands coming undone to grip at your shirt. It's not fair. It's not fair. It's not fair. His cock was weeping by now, begging for any sort of touch, and it hurt.
But you didn't care, and the sloppy noises of you are Bakugou's lips together made him let out a shaky, hurt breath. Katsuki grabs onto the back of your neck, pulling your closer, and opening his mouth to slip his tongue in yours. The hand hasn't stopped its motions and Izuku can hear the slight whimpers the blonde unconsciously lets out. The whimpers that go straight to his trapped dick.
Izuku glances at you, and then his black briefs. You weren't looking, obviously very much distracted with Katsuki, and he could easily touch himself without you knowing. Just a graze of his palm, thats all he needed. Something to ease the intense discomfort. His hand inches from hid thigh, and closer to his cock.
But you seemed to read his mind, pulling away slightly, and peering back at him. Katsuki is panting, and moaning into your neck, while your eyes glance at the scarred hand. “Whatcha doing, mutt? Can't go a couple minutes without touching yourself? You are acting more like a bitch in heat, than a puppy. Isn't that right, Kats?”
Katsuki doesn't really seemed to care, just nodding slightly and bucking his hips into your closed palm. He was only thinking about his own pleasure, but he agrees anyways with a low groan.
Izukus eyes widen and he pulls his hand away in an instant, tears welling up from frustration and your words. He shakes his hand frantically, leaning in closer to hopefully convey how desperate he was. He didn't touch himself; he listened to you.
“No. Keep your hand there, dog,” You scold, and Izuku nods quickly, scrambling to place his hand back onto his thigh. Inches away from his dick. 
You nod, and then suddenly, without letting either of the boys know, push Katsuki onto Izuku. Not hard, just enough for the blonde to balance either arms on Izuku's shoulders. His frame casts a shadow on the freckled boy, and he looks up to see Katsukis flushed appearance staring down at him. His ruby eyes are widen slightly in shock, but his mouth is open, and he is panting.
But the worst thing about it all, was that Katsuki's bare cock was meerly inches from his. Your hand remains wrapped around it, and once situated, begins to pump again. It sends Katsuki groaning, and resting his head on Izuku's neck.
Izuku's hand twitches, and he bucks his hips up into the air, just centimeters from touching Katsuki. He feels a drop of pre hit his thigh, and he whimpers, closing his eyes to pretend it doesn't exist. It's not fair. Its not fair. Its not fair.
“Open your eyes Izuku. Look at how pretty Katsuki looks.”
He shakily nods, and tears begin to drip down his face. This was mean. Jacking Katsuki off basically inches away from his own throbbing cock. Izuku didnt deserve this. He knows he didnt deserve this.
He feels Katsukis hot breath on his neck, and he shivers. Green eyes dont leave the lewd sight in front of him, and he feels like he is going insane. His hands begins inches his way toward his bulge, and he gulps, shivering when it comes closer and closer to the spot that will make all the pain go away.
Katsuki, takes notice to this quickly, and pins the hand to his thigh before he could reach it. “Dont you fucking dare,” he hisses into Izukus ear, quite enough so that you dont hear. Red eyes glare up at him, and Izuku looks away.
He feels angry at Katsuki’s words. How mean he was being, when he was getting all the praise and touch. They are supposed to share you, how was this fair? “You don't understand what I'm going through,” Izuku mumbles back, his tearful eyes glaring at him.
“I fucking–” You cover his mouth before he could say anything. Katsukis lidded eyes sneer at him, but they seem to roll back when you thumb at his tip.
“Are you two fighting?” You question, gently squeezing the head a little too hard in warning. Katsuki lets out a whimper, and the both shake their heads frantically, slightly panicked on what you would do if you found out.
You hum, and continue your movements. The blonde sighs out, and you release your hold on his mouth. But, his hand continues to stay on top of Izuku’s, not letting him move.
Midoriya's hand twitches from beneath his, and he nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels your hand on his leg. His eyes widen, and he shivers under the lightness of your touch. It barely grazes the surface, and it sends a lightly ticklish feeling up his spine. It was moving closer to his bulge, an obvious tease, and Izuku feels himself begin to pant. He wants to touch himself so badly. Tears continue to fall down, and he screws his eyes shut with a sniffle.
Katsuki on the other hand, seems to be in heaven. He has a slight grin on his face, and he's moaning out with every stroke. He is approaching his high in a matter of seconds. You take notice to the way his body begins to jerk, and the slight higher pitch in his moans. “Do you want to cum, Katsuki?”
He nods his head slowly, breathing into the crook of Izuku's neck, while the other trembles. “Then beg.”
He sighs, but then immediately begins his frantic words. “I need–” You send a slap to his thigh, and he yelps, turning back to you and scowling.
“Don't be a brat. Beg like a dog,” You scold, tone fierce toward him for the first time tonight. It surprises him, and your eyes travel down toward the leash, threatening to grab it if he doesn't abide.
But Bakugou was already at his limits. He was going to cum any minute now, so he doesn't care about his pride any longer. Tears begin to coat his own eyes, and he flushes with embarrassment. “Woof! Arf! Arf! Woof!! P-Please!”
A tear drop lands on Izuku's face, and his whole body tenses. Katsuki looked…so pretty like this. He needs to readjust his pants, he needs to take off some of the weight. He feels tight, sticky from the amount of pre trapped in the fabric with him. And the noises Katsuki is making, makes his head spin, and sweat bead at his temples.
“Of course Katsuki, good puppy, you can cum all you want.”
You grab onto his cock, and give it a couple more pumps, before directing it toward Izuku's crotch. Within seconds of your premission, Bakugou buries his teeth into Izuku's neck, and moans. Its loud, but muffled by the skin. His whole body trembles, and cum flies out and lands on top of Izuku’s boxers.
Midoriya heaves, eyes widening as he watches Katsuki. He shivers at the feeling of teeth in his neck, and holds back a cry. He feels a dampening feeling land on his clothed cock, and doesnt have to do much guessing what it is.
He glances at the pool of cum stuck on his boxers, and then back to you, and finally breaks down and sobs. “Please touch me! Woof! Woof! I cant–Arf! I'm going insane, owner, owner please please please!” He rambles, voice raw from his cries.. He continues to bark, mewl, make any sound to voice his desperation.
Katsuki comes down from his high when Izuku starts hiccuping. His mind is blank, but the sounds Izuku was making was pitiful, and it bugged him. He glances at you, and you nod. He slowly pulls away from the boy, and sits down next to him. He is exhausted, but very much content, basking in the post orgasm glow.
Then, you move toward Izuku, kissing his cheek while he sobs and pinches the skin of his thighs, probably trying to stop the urge from touching himself. You pet his head, stroking the fake ears, and run your finger under his collar. Then, you grab his hands and pull them away before he could hurt himself. He peers up at you, and sniffles, using the back of his hand to wipe the tears. “Did so well, sweet boy. I'm sorry, that was mean of me wasnt it? Do you want to cum?”
He lets out a meek, “Woof,” and cries into your neck, every part of his body shaking. He nods, and tears begin to stain your shirt. Even through it all, he played the role till the very end.
Your hand travels to the bulge, and he doesn't even get a moment to process it before he is cumming. His body shakes with tremors and he screams into your neck. Katsuki watches with wide eyes as Izuku stains his pants.
It's like you knew this was going to happen. You play with his hair and coo at him, and then turn to motion Katsuki forward. He stares at the trembling boy, but abides, resting his hands on your thigh. Izuku slumps onto you, hiccuping from his sobs, but finally looking content. He buries his face into your neck, practically wagging his tail.
You pat the both of them on the head. “Good job, my adorable little puppies. Now was that so hard?”
They both look up at you, and give you the most pathetic but meaningful glare two dogs could give you.
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Midoriya Izuku x gn!reader
cw: mean heartbroken Izuku, kinda toxic kinda obsessed, he cries a lot but he’s also an idiot, slightly sexy if you ask me
a/n: i thought of Howl while writing this whole thing
Daydreaming about being high school sweethearts with Izuku. Knowing each other since you were kids, from playing in the mud to kissing in the rain you’ve done it all together. That is until you decide to leave town for a better education.
Izuku thinks you’re gonna try long distance but oh boy is he wrong. The weight of school and work lays heavy on your shoulders and you cant see yourself committing to that type of relationship. He’s bawling his eyes out the second you tell him, he doesn’t want you to break up with him. He won’t let you break up with him.
Poor lovesick Izuku, whose bordering maniacal behavior worries his family and friends. The first few months he’s miserable without you, not wanting to leave his room, calling you all night and all day. Eventually he grows tired of it, he resents you. So he goes out and dates everyone in sight.
Your friends keep you updated, some of them hate him and others pity him. You understand him though, you’ve been suffering as well, just quietly. He’s a dramatic boy, he’s always been. This was bound to happen.
He waits for you to come back for winter break, keeping a mental list of everyone he’s gone out with since you were gone. He hates you and wants to get back at you. When you don’t show up a few days before Christmas he starts to worry, and when your mom tells his that you’re staying back he throws a tantrum.
After almost a year without seeing or hearing from you, Izuku thinks he’s back to his senses again. He’s enjoying himself, now going out with fewer people, only the ones he truly is interested in. The bitchy attitude and crybaby face are gone, instead replaced by his sunny smile and gentle eyes.
He’s not aware you’re in town. Silly, silly Izuku. How could he forget your sister’s birthday?
When you first bump into him you’re in a hurry, running down the well known streets you grew up in, and Izuku is coming out of a shop. Your body crashes into his and his groceries go flying. There’s no time to stop for a chat, so you dust off your pants and get to your feet, quickly apologizing and running off.
Izuku stays on the floor for a while, processing what just happened. He gathers his stuff and walks home with his mind blank, eyes lost in the pavement beneath his feet. He enters his home and breaks down crying.
He then sees you again at a bar, catching up with your friends and laughing that pretty laugh of yours. He tries his best not to stare but it’s impossible. Did you dye your hair? It looks darker. It suits you. He notices your nails, no red polish like you used to wear when you were still his. You got a few piercings as well. He starts to think that maybe you could be friends, after all you look nothing like the one he fell in love with and you surely aren’t.
The thought fades away as he sees someone else approach you, flirting with you and touching your arm. He pays for his drink and leaves before he does something crazy.
Ever since you arrived to town you haven’t had a chance to talk to your ex-boyfriend, at least not properly. You want to know how he’s been, if he’s eating well, who he’s seeing. You know from your friend that he’s changed since last winter, starting to behave more like the sweet man he is.
Wrong.
You see him at Mina’s party a few days after the groceries shop incident. He’s taller, bigger, and a lot more confident than how you remember him. You lock eyes with him and give him a small smile, so tiny it’s almost non existent. Once he realizes it’s you his smile fades away, he stares you up and down and grabs the nearest person and shoves his tongue down their throat.
So, he hasn’t changed. You figure he’s still in his resented, heartbroken boy phase. It’s weird every time you come across him during the party, he’s always downing a glass of alcohol or kissing some stranger. You know he does it to get a rise out of you, but it’s honestly stupid and cringe. Your friends hate him again.
When the party is over and some of you stay back to help Mina clean up, some guy calls your name. He’s one of the loud dudes hanging out with Sero and his stoner friends, and it takes you a while to realize who he is.
“Hey! My class buddie how you doin’?” It’s Matt from calc class. “You guys know this freak? I swear they make the maddest cookies when they stress bake you should try them” He’s not exactly your friend but he’s not that bad.
You do feel the urge to hit him when he mentions your cookies, Izuku feels the same too. He knows exactly what cookies he’s talking about, he’s seen you stress bake, he’ll he’s done it with you. You’d always bake him chocolate chip cookies when he was sad, or when he was happy, or whenever really. But it was you guys’ thing.
“They’re so good!” He. Knows. “The nuts are the best part though, I’m pretty sure they’re pre-toasted or some shit cause there’s something different to them” Shut- ow. Nuts?
Izuku looks at you confused. Nuts? He’s allergic to nuts.
“Nuts? No chocolate?” He doesn’t even care who this guy is or where he came from, he just needs one answer from him.
“Yeah dude, nuts. No chocolate, though they must taste really good that way too.”
Hm. Maybe he’s not as angry and hurt as he thought he was. Or maybe you were so angry you made those cookies while thinking about killing him. Anyways it’s not important, he’s still mad at you for breaking his heart and going off to college without even giving him a chance. Just throwing away a beautiful relationship and not even wanting to try. He only needs to remember that in order to go back to hating you.
Even though Izuku and you didn’t end up on good terms, there was never any hard feelings between Inko and you. She is like an auntie, and you missed her while you were away. So one day, when Izuku is out with the boys, she invites you over for dinner. You cook her your best dish, knowing she’s missed seeing you standing in the kitchen. The old drawings and pictures sticking to the fridge door make you nostalgic and you almost feel like crying.
When Izuku comes back home there’s no trace of you. He takes a shower, puts on his pajamas but before going to bed he decides to get a snack. That’s when he sees it. A tupperware with food right in front of his face when he opens the fridge, and not just any food. It’s your food. He knows it because his mom isn’t a fan of onions and would never add it to a meal willingly, but you would. You would take the pain that comes with cutting the cruel veggie and let your eyes water so that Inko doesn’t have to do it.
Izuku grabs it and lets himself fall to the floor, knees first and butt second, like the dramatic bitch he is. He holds onto the lidded plastic box and starts crying. The kitchen floor is cold and he’s wearing shorts, the goosebumps showing down his thigh work as detail to the overdone scene. He’s so submerged in his self pity that he doesn’t hear you walking in through the front door and following the sound of crying.
He only looks up when he feels the touch of your hand, barely there on his shoulder. His eyes are puffy and red, he’s got a runny nose and he looks fucking miserable. You can’t take it anymore, you bend down in front of him and hold his face in your hands, wiping the tears off his cheeks.
“Hey baby, it’s okay. It’s okay please don’t cry.” You shush him, not wanting to wake up his mother.
His kicked puppy dog performance ends at that, suddenly changing his sad look into a glare.
“Why did you come back?” His voice is hoarse from breathing in the cold night air. He hates you.
“I… forgot my jacket.” You lift up your right hand to show him the proof, but he glares even harder and purses his lips together.
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
He really is hurt, and you know exactly what he’s talking about.
“Why are you here? In my house, making the food that I like and being nice to my mom.” His voice is so shaky you think he might start crying again. “Why are you holding my face? And being so gentle with me? Why? I hate you. Do you know how many people I’ve kissed? Not a single one kissed me back the way I wanted them to. They’re not you.” You wrap your arms around him and hold him tight, so tight he has to stop talking for a damn second. Or at least enough for you to gather yourself and hold back your tears. But he’s stronger than you, and you would never hurt him. “Why did I have to fall in love? It hurts a lot, but I still love you. I need you. I love you so much please don’t leave me again, I beg you.” His last words are barely a whisper before he starts crying again. And oh- you’re crying too.
There’s hot tears streaming down your face, and the man you once called your own is breaking apart in your arms. You grab him by the face again and look him in the eye.
“Izuku. Stop this. We can’t do this to ourselves, please.” But poor boy Izuku can’t hear a word you say, he’s too busy staring at your pretty face and your swollen lips. Before you can stop him his hand in reaching behind your head and pulling you in for a kiss.
His lips are soft against yours, there’s an iron taste to them that indicates he’s gone back to bitting the skin off. But he’s such a good kisser. Every swipe of his tongue against yours makes you delirious, his hands are so big and rough but they hold you in place. He keeps trying to pull you closer and closer until you’re sitting on his lap, tupperware lost somewhere on the kitchen floor. His arms steady you and you squish his face and body, making him whimper. He’s so desperate, he wants you to stay and be one with him. He wants to combine both your bodies together and slip under your skin, the soothing sound of your heartbeat lulling him to sleep. He grips, and gropes, and grabs and holds. His lips are gentle though, so gentle. He’s scared you might run off again if he’s too rough. If he becomes too much.
“Fuck, I love you.” And he’s crying again.
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Snapshot 3: A Heated Nest (Midoriya)
a/n: inspired by ofmermaidstories's banging, bomb-ass story, something (just like this). (idk i feel weird tagging the author so take the link instead lmaoo).  i still haven’t read the manga LOL so i hope he doesn’t come off crazy ooc?  anyways, i refer to deku as izuku in the fic bc it didn’t feel right to do either midoriya or deku. anyways, hope u like.
summary: snapshot series.  a snapshot of you taking care of the man who takes care of japan. midoriya x gn!reader. no pronouns used. 
cw: gn!reader. no pronouns used. established relationship; slight angst??  mostly just deku being guilty and not wanting to talk about his emotions, and you having to reassure him; no smut but slight steamy-esque moment in the bath (just a little offer which deku declines). nakedness, fluff, deku being kind of bratty.   reader uses petname for deku: chubs (because i hc that he’s still got some baby fat on those cheeks forever! lil baby face!!!)
word count: 2,881.
You hear a thump outside on the lit balcony and sit up, closing your book on your thumb to mark the page.  In the faint silver of the moon, quickly fading against the rapid clouds, Izuku opens the glass doors and steps in, shoulders hunched and eyes downcast.
His choice of arrival tells you how desperate he was to make it home.
“Hey, chubs,” you greet gently.  “You okay there?”
He closes the door behind him, locks it, undoes his gloves, and then answers you softly, tiredly, “Yeah.”
—Which means he isn’t, of course, but leave it to the Hero of Japan to make his emotions another burden for him to bear.
You close the book fully and set it down on the end table.  You sit up, your thighs pressing into the back of the couch and your hands gripping the edge for support.  You watch him closely.  Izuku keeps his face downturn, taking advantage of his bangs and the dim light of the kitchen and balcony to hide his eyes from you, his only weak point.  He could never harden his gaze; his expression has always been—will always be—expressive, and open, and vulnerable.  Anyone can see the hurt flashing across his bright green eyes, but you can see the nuance, the details—you can see whenever the hurt shifts to responsibility, to shame, to a question of what he did and how to fix it, a question of how much more can he give—how much more does he have to give.  
“I saw the news,” you say carefully.  “You guys did great tonight.”
Izuku flinches imperceptibly as he folds his gloves onto the table.  He’s gotten better at hiding those winces, improved out of necessity—it’s a push and pull between the two of you: you honing in on his movements and him learning to hide them in response.  You don’t know if it’s a man thing, a hero thing, or an Izuku thing.  Maybe a sick, twisted combination of all three.
It doesn’t matter, though.  You still see it.  Always.  Every time.  You’ve loved him for so long that you can tell when you’re pressing down on a bruise before it has purpled.  He could be shrouded in pitch blackness and you could still hear the catch in the throat, feel the shifting in his breath, see the outline of his hunching in the shadows.
When he still hasn’t said anything, when he still hasn’t moved from where he lingers near the kitchen table, you decide to ask him directly, “What’s wrong, Izuku?”
He tries for a smile, one with his eyes closed.  Too obvious, you think.
“It’s silly,” he says, but his voice is soft and hollow.  “It’s fine.”
You continue, using your words to press him, searching for the bruising, the hurt.  “You saved everyone,” you say.  “You stopped the bad guy.  No fatalities.  Why are you beating yourself up?”
He doesn’t answer.
“…Is it the building?” you probe.  Still no reaction, but you push on.  “So it collapses—it was on fire and unstable anyways.  No one was in it because you got them all out.  That’s what’s important.”
He doesn’t respond still.
“Come here,” you say.  “Why are you so far?”
At your words, Izuku gradually moves closer to you, leaving the dim light to step into brief shadow as he crosses the room quietly.  When he makes it to your couch, he’s illuminated by the small table lamp that you have been using to read.  His face is still turned away from you, but at this angle, you can see up beneath the bangs, see the glow of a haunted gaze.  There are several inches of space between the two of you; he maintains the distance, stubbornly, masochistically maybe, even though you know he wants nothing more than to throw himself over the back of the couch and press into you, searching for whatever warmth you can give him against your diaphragm.  For all the hovering that he does, it’s sweet—and a little heartbreaking—that he seeks you out as a heated refuge in the dark.
He opens his mouth, inhales, holds his breath inside his lungs for seconds too long before finally speaking, his voice softer than his exhale.  “There was a boy.  I…didn’t make it in time.”  He hands clench and unclench.  “I wasn’t—wasn’t fast enough.  The boy—he was almost crushed—I couldn’t find a way back in, but Tokoyami was there, and he—what I couldn’t, Dark Shadow—”
You pause, waiting for him to continue.  You can almost see the building’s fire in his eyes, the screaming boy, the guilt descending like rubble, as he relives it.
When it doesn’t seem like he’ll say anything more, you delicately offer, “That’s good, then, that you can count on the other Pros—on your friends—to help.”
“Yeah, but—”  He stops himself, but you know what he wants to say, what is unspoken: the Symbol of Peace should to be strong enough on his own.  The Symbol of Peace, for whatever reason, has to receive the least help, has to uphold the most weight, has to carry the heaviest burden.  
“Come closer,” you say.
He hesitates, unsure, uncertain, probably, if whether or not he deserves your absolution.
“Come on,” you urge.
Slowly, Izuku closes the distance until all that separates you two is the back of the couch.  You cup his face, rub your thumbs against the soot on his cheeks.  He hasn’t quite lost all of the baby fat on his face; you don’t think he ever will, a testament to how soft he is no matter the training or pain.  You tilt his head so his bangs shift and show what you already know to be glossy, frustrated eyes.  
“Izuku,” you begin, firm but gentle.  You’ve had this talk before with him, but you’ll say it again and again, as many times as he needs.  “You are not a superhero.”
He flinches, this time more physical and apparent, the rippling of it felt against your hands.  
“You are a super man,” you continue.  “You are a super human.”
You lick your finger and rub a dark spots off of his forehead.  Then, you run your fingers gingerly through his green curls, brushing out debris and dirt and dust.
“You are a human.”  You pause, eyes flickering across his face to see if the words settled appropriately.  “A human with some really cool powers, but a human nonetheless—and that is not a weakness.” 
He makes eye contact with you finally, his jaw clenching stiffly.  
“You do so much.  You do the best you can, and that is so much more than anyone else can say.”  Your voice drops low as though the softest sigh would further fracture the man in front of you, so small in the quiet of the room, in the shadows of the night.  “You saved so many people today, and you will save so many people tomorrow—you and your friends.  Together.”
It’s not something that can be easily fixed with words and ginger touches.  You know this, but even though it’s more like glueing fractured pieces together rather than reforging metal in the fire, you’ll do it time and time again.  You’ll always reach down into the depths to lead him back up to the surface.
You rest your hands back on his cheeks.  Instead of staying still, Izuku leans toward you, holding your wrists lightly—it’s a good sign.
You kiss his forehead.  “You did amazing today,” you finish.  “I was very proud.  You should be proud.”
“I should’ve done better,” he whispers, fingers tightening.  “I should’ve—I should be better.”
“You are so good,” you tell him.  “So, so good.”  You kiss his left eyebrow.  “You are enough,” you say, and then you kiss his right eyebrow. “You are more than enough.”
He manages a nod—an unwilling one, you’re sure—and doesn’t say anything more.  It’s not resolved—it’ll never be resolved, not when he’s been given such a weight on his shoulders, not when he insists on carrying it alone—but it’s done for now.
“Come on, chubs.”  You run your hands down his neck and his shoulders, down to his bare hands, scarred and coarse and smaller than most people know.  “You wanna lay down for a bit?  With me?”
“…Yeah.  Yes.  Please.”
Without taking off his shoes—and with you biting back the urge to nag—he climbs over the couch ungracefully, following you as you lay down.  Izuku lays on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his face into your chest briefly as though he is trying to hide.  Then, he settles his ear against you, listening to the strong pulsing of your heart.  Slowly, second by second, you see his shoulders sink and sag, his back and hips and legs following suit.  As he rests, dipping in and out of a light sleep, you pick the debris out of his hair, wondering, not for the first time, how he spent those nights without anyone to hold him steady in his turbulence.
Eventually, when he tries to reposition himself, turning his face the other way, and when you’re finally tired of his hard arms digging into your back, you tug at his ear.
“Can’t sleep here, Izuku,” you advise gently.  “I’ll run you a bath, and then you can sleep properly in the bed.”
He protests instantly by tightening his grip around you.
“Izuku, I’ve been pulling concrete out of your hair, and I bet I’ve got soot stains on my pajamas because of your face—”
“Five more minutes.”
“The longer you delay it, the longer it’ll be before we can cuddle in bed.”
He mulls it over; you see him blink groggily as he pushes through the tantalizing threads of sleep.  Then, with a childish and exaggerated sigh, Izuku pushes himself off you—“Fine,” he mumbles—and heads into the bathroom first to shower off.  You see him scratching at his head while he walks, and you roll your eyes.
You enter the bathroom behind him, filling the tub with hot water, bubbles for the scent, and salt for the ache.  Through the clear shower stall, you can see that he’s staring into a corner of the room as he goes through the motion of lathering the soap.  You can see he’s still thinking about the mission, still analyzing all his mistakes and all the ways he can improve.  You wonder if this is another habit developed by the heavy weight of being a Pro Hero.  Or, maybe it’s the untouchable weight of being the Symbol of Peace. Or, once again, perhaps it’s just Izuku, whose heart is too big for his body.
You purse your lips and turn back to the task at hand.  You’re doing the best you can, too, trying to let him know that home is safe, that here, with you, he can unwind and off-load and unburden himself.
Izuku finishes quickly—too quickly, you note, but you’ll let him off tonight and make him shower again in the morning.
He steps past you sitting on the edge of the tub and carefully slips beneath the steam and heat of the water with a hiss.  You turn off the spout before the water overflows and sit back on the edge, eyeing the new cuts he’s received, scattered across his shoulders and chest.  They’re nothing major, but you’ll clean it off for him after the bath.  He didn’t properly wash his face, you note; there’s still some lingering remnants of a fiery, collapsing building on his cheeks and chin.
“Tsk.  You still have soot and dirt on your face.”  You dip your hand in the water and then rub your thumb against his problem spots.  “Water’s okay?” you ask.
He nods, sighing as he leans his head back, eyes fluttering closed.
"Okay, good,” you hum.  “I’ll go heat up some food, and you can just eat in bed and then sleep.” 
Your announcement instantly breaks the drowsy spell of the bath.  “I’m not hungry,” Izuku clarifies quickly.
“How do you expect to hold up the entirety of Japan without proper daily meals?” you challenge, and just before he can grab you, his movements slowed by the creeping fatigue and heat, you get up and move away from the tub.  The water splashes, dipping over the side.  “I’ll be back, needy,” you tease, throwing your old towel onto the tiled floor where the water seeps past the mat.
Izuku crosses his arms over the edge.  “I thought you were getting in the bath with me,” he remarks, frowning.
“I’m not getting in,” you tell him.  “I already showered.”
He eyes the soot smeared onto your shirt. “Well—your clothes are dirty,” he observes.
“Then I’ll change clothes after putting your food in the microwave.”
You reach the door, hand on the knob, but then you hear your name fall pleadingly from his lips and still.
Seeing that he’s gotten your attention, he proposes, “I’ll eat two breakfasts tomorrow?”
“That’s not how that works,” you note.
“[Name]…” His voice has lost the cheeky and teasing pitch, replaced with a small desperation, a tiny bit of melancholic longing.  
You narrow your eyes, your grip on the door loosening.  “You really should eat tonight,” you say, but your voice hesitates.
“Please?”  
You look back to him.  He’s resting his head on his crossed arms, gazing up at you from beneath long and dark lashes, his eyes a beseeching and somber green—and you know it’s just a tactic he uses to get what he wants; you know that he knows that you can’t resist reaching out to him when he’s like that, that you can’t resist pulling him into your nest of heart and breath when he looks like that.
You click your tongue, and then let go of the door, reluctantly walking back to sit on the edge.  “I’m not getting in, though,” you resolve.
But, just as you catch the lightning quick, mischievous brattiness in his eyes—it’s too late.  He splashes you, drenching you thoroughly.
“Izuku,” you hiss, “what the fuck.”
Deed done, he shrugs innocently.  “Guess you need to bathe again?”  It ends in the lilt of a question, but you know it’s an audacious statement.
You stare down at him, debating if you would be able to drown him before he overpowers you.  He smiles at you with a seemingly virtuous head tilt—but you see the smug satisfaction in the corners of his smooth lips, the often-overlooked trickery in the wrinkles of his honest eyes.
In the end, you sigh and strip, ignoring the feel of his eyes roaming your body as he waits patiently.  You throw your soaked shirt at him, but he catches it easily and, with a laugh, tosses it to the floor.  As soon as you are submerged, his hands immediately grasp your waist, pulling you to him as though he had been waiting all night—all day—to have you skin to skin.  
Izuku pulls you to his lap where you straddle him.  You feel him hardening under you alongside your own growing arousal—but he doesn’t try anything, only keeps you tight against him.  You arms are around his shoulders, but it’s more for you to have a place to hold.  This isn’t for you—this moment, this attentiveness, this is all for Izuku, the little you can do help relieve him of his burdens, if only for the night.  You make sure to shift in tandem to his wants, to the way he rests his chin on your shoulder, or how he hides his forehead into your neck or noses up and down the path of your pulsing vein, sweetly and slowly, less searching and more solidifying whatever thought is in his head. 
Moments pass by in that intimate position.  You are hyper aware and hyper sensitive to every gossamer touch of his breath, every sliding droplet of water, every press of his skin against you.
“You want to mess around?” you ask softly.
You feel him smile into your skin, cheeks and neck and chest flushed from the steam and your words.  
“No,” he answers just as quiet.
You trace abstract shapes into his back.
“You want me to suck you off?” you whisper, breaking your position to press a heated kiss against the underside of his jaw.
He shudders and sighs under you, but he only holds you tighter, brings you closer and shifts you higher so he can press his face against your chest, hear your heart thudding out a secret message for him.
“No,” he murmurs, “I just want to hold you.”
You can’t change his mind; you can’t take his guilt or share his weight; but you can do this—you can offer a safe and warm space, away from whatever makes him cold and mournful in the dark.  You curl over him, his hair pressing ticklish kisses to your chin; you press him further into the heated nest of your body, until all he can smell is your skin, until all he can hear is your heart, thrumming, humming, crooning—you’re enough—you’re enough—you’re good enough.
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2. Meant to Be (Midoriya x Reader Week)
Reader is gender neutral in this one.
Yandere
He will find you and he will have you, no hero will stop him, because the two of you are just meant to be.
Warning: This one isn't cute. Blood! (not the sexy kind), destruction, injured proheroes, nonconsensual drugging.
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You ran as fast as your legs could carry you. You couldn’t afford to slow down. He was right behind you and any sign of weakness or any fault like a trip or show of hesitation would lead to you being in his clutches. You could not let that happen. Only God knows what would happen if he caught you.
You tried to fight the tears remembering all your friends that tried to stand in the path of him. You fought down a hiccup and sob.
“Shoto is down. I repeat, Shoto is down. Chargebolt’s squad has fallen and Dynamight is currently going against the villain. Get Y/N to safety immediately!” You heard Kirishima and Tetsutetsu’s comms communicate to the both of them as you stood in one of the hero’s office doorway. They both stood in the hallway, their backs towards you as they listened to instructions from the Heroes Commission.
You stepped forward, instantly catching Kirishima’s attention. He turned to look back at you but instead of fear on his face, he gave you a positive smile, yet you knew he was faking it. Painfully so. “Hey there darling. Looks like we’re going on another trip.” He told you gently walking over towards you.
You looked over to Tetsutetsu, his face unreadable. You turned to look back up at Kirishima worried. “What about Real Steel?” You asked glancing back at Tetsutetsu.
Kirishima smiled. “He’ll join us soon, okay. We’ll have to go first.” He told you placing his hands on your shoulders. You opened your mouth to speak but then you heard a loud explosion nearby. Kirishima automatically put you behind him as he looked down the hallway where Tetsutetsu was already looking.
“Red Riot.” He said with a determined face.
Kirishima nodded. “On it.” He picked you up in a haste and held you wrapped up in his arms as he ran down the hall. His grip on you was firm and tight as he kept you to his chest, making sure to keep your head against his chest so that you could only look in front of you and not see what was going on behind you. Your heart was jumping in your throat and everything seemed like it was shattering. Kirishima ran down the hallway turning efficiently and quickly. He couldn’t afford to waste even a second. A single error and the mission would be a failure. He couldn’t let it be a failure. Kirishima’s face was set in determination and seriousness as he navigated the labyrinth that was the underground floor of the commission building.
Suddenly the lights switched off making you hold onto Kirishima tighter. It wasn’t longer than a second before the emergency red lights were turned on. Kirishima didn’t stop running. The alarm seemed so far away yet it blared through the halls as Kirishima tried to get to the other side of the commission building.
“Dynamight is down! Repeat, Dynamight is down.” Kirishima couldn’t stop running, even though his grip on you tightened and his thoughts were screaming at him to make sure Bakugou was alive he couldn’t. “The villain has entered the lower level. I repeat, he has entered the lower level.” The voice of the operator spoke shakily.
Kirishima felt a shake underneath his feet but didn’t lose his balance. He saw the elevator that led to the upper level. It’s red light almost a beacon of hope that maybe this all wouldn’t be for nothing. Maybe the sacrifices made would not be in vain. Kirishima stopped as he pressed the up button for the elevator. Then the hairs on the back of his neck started to tingle, like when Denki would use his powers not too far away from him. Electricity. He was coming.
Kirishima placed you on your feet. He put his hands on your shoulders and looked down at you seriously. “Y/N, listen to me.” He spoke clearly as he crouched down to look you dead in the eye.
You looked down the hall to the end of it feeling as though something was wrong. “Eijiro, I-”
“I’m sorry sweetheart, but there’s no time.” He interrupted you. “I need you to go up this elevator to the ground floor, out the back door and run. I need you to run and never stop fighting.” He told you, his eyes looking deeply into yours. “You won’t stop no matter if your body tells you to. Your legs will burn, your lungs will feel like they are going to burst, your throat will dry up and you will feel as though you are going to fall and if you do, you get up and you continue running. You don’t stop until you reach Endeavor and his team down 48th, do you understand me?” He asked you sternly. You had never felt so intimidated by him before. You nodded your head as tears sprung to your eyes. His shoulders dropped slightly. The elevator door opened, and he quickly pushed you inside. He tapped the ground level button for you.
You looked out into the hallway and froze. Your breath trapped in your throat as you looked down the hallway. Kirishima turned around when he noticed your expression. His own facial expression darkened as he looked over at the villain in front of him. Green electricity sparked over the villains body as he stood at the end of the hall motionless. Blood dripped down his hands and arms as he looked over at the both of you.
Kirishima exited the elevator and walked to stand defensively. He hardened his arms as he glared in front of him, his eyes trained on the man in front of him. The elevator doors started to close. “Remember what I told you, Y/N.” He voiced out to you without turning back.
“Eijiro!” You managed to croak out scared. He didn’t turn around to face you as he kept his attention on the man at the end of the hall. As the elevator doors started to finally shut, you saw it, the flash of green as it blazed towards the sturdy hero. “Eijiro!” You shouted as the elevator closed just in time before you could see anything happen. Only a loud crash shaking the elevator as it continued to climb up.
Your legs pushed you harder down the hallway away from the elevator. You had to keep on going. You couldn’t let this all be for nothing. Their sacrifices for you, all be for nothing. You pushed your legs impossibly harder. Your lungs felt as though they were going to burst, and you couldn’t gasp enough oxygen into your lungs.
Seeing the exit door in front of you, you smiled with some hope. Your body slammed into the door as to not slow down. You pushed down hard on the door handle to let you through, but nothing happened. You tried again harder, but it didn’t seem to work. You looked down at the handle and froze. It was melted. The whole lining of the door was molten shut.
“Oh doll…” 
A chill ran down your spine at the sound of the voice behind you. He had found you. He could see you. You were trapped and there was no way to get out. You slowly turned your head back in terror as you looked back at him. The man they tried so hard to keep away from you. The green haired man walked slowly towards you and your cornered state. The only sound in the silent hallway was the sound of his haunting bloody shoes as he moved one step at a time closer to you. His arms and legs were drenched in blood, his face speckled with it. His green glowing eyes were the only bright thing in the dark red lit corridors of the hero commissions headquarters building.
A smile was on his face. “I came to fetch you.” He spoke optimistically. “We can finally go home, doll. You and me. Together. Like we were meant to be.”
You kept your back to the molten door, determined not to cry but finding it so hard to do so. You were freaking out, your heart beating out of your chest, and you felt closed in, claustrophobic. “No, no, no, no…” You repeated as you whispered, looking around trying to find a way to get out of this situation. There was nothing. No other doors, no other way to get out or escape that wasn’t through him and you already knew, if it was between him and you, you might as well walk yourself to your grave.
“We can finally be together without all those stuffy heroes getting in the way.” He slowly inched closer to you, step by step. “All those lovely heroes you called friends, all those I used to know; they won’t be bothering us for a long time.” He giggled, his smile broadening psychotically. “You wanna know what I did to them?” He asked almost excited to tell you. As if it was the most anticipated news to be heard.
You crouched down to the floor closing your ears hoping not to hear him. You shook your head. “No. Please, stop.” You begged him.
“I broke them, doll!” He told you excitedly, ignoring your pleas. You gasped out a sob as you tried not to listen to him. You shook your head. “Dynamight, Shoto, Cellophane, Burnin…” He listed the heroes. “Even that so called ‘Unbreakable Hero’ Red Riot.” He giggled out. “You’d be surprised how easy a stone can crumble.” He notified you.
For a moment you didn’t hear anymore talking to him. You wanted to wake up. You wanted this whole thing to be one big nightmare that you would wake up and realize you were fine. That your friends were fine. That everyone was fine.
Suddenly your chin was grasped harshly up, forcing you to move out of your crouched position. You bit down on your bottom lip to stop a whimper from escaping him. Izuku Midoriya looked at you with admiring eyes, his eyes eating you up. He smiled at the look on you. From your clothes to the fear on your face. “My, my, my…” He forced you up to your feet by holding you by the chin alone. You hissed in pain as you were forced up onto your toes as he tilted your head to the side. He hummed as he admired you. “Look at you, my precious dumpling.” He spoke softly. He took a knuckle and brushed it against the plush of your cheek. You closed your eyes as you trembled, the feeling of blood being smeared on your cheek disgusting you. “You look still as beautiful as ever.” He told you honestly. “Crafted especially for me, like you were meant to be.” His face faltered as he frowned, a glimmer of almost regret in his eyes. “I’m sorry to have to do this to you, my dumpling but…” suddenly you felt a prick in your neck making you hiss again. He had an given you a shot, and whatever it was, it must have worked efficiently because you already felt the warm burning feeling in the area he pushed the needle in. “It will make my job easier. Just so that I can help you.” You felt your body grow slack in his hold. He quickly caught you before you could fall. He carried you in his arms bridal style, your body relaxed and at his mercy. Midoriya smiled down at you. “Let get you back home.”
With that he turned around and walked down the hallway, his hold on you secure. He had a satisfied smile on his face. He was glad of all that he had achieved today. All the work and effort done by the league and him to get you back into his arms. It was all worth it. All of it would be, since he would have you. He would hold you and keep you safe away from all the heroes. He would have you by his side and that’s all he needed from anyone else.
After a while the two of you walked into the lobby. You couldn’t feel anything but you could see all the destruction and desecration left behind. Everything was a mess with shattered glass on the floor, pools of blood and the motionless, and if not, barely breathing bodies that accompanied them. You noticed forced up against the wall with a huge shard of glass in him was ProHero Shoto. He was breathing heavily as his eyes were closed. You couldn’t scream, you couldn’t cry out for anything. All you could do was helplessly watch at the massacre around you. Midoriya smiled as he hummed making his way to where the main doors to the building were supposed to be.
Then you saw him.
Dynamight.
The blond was slumped against a pile of rubble, his eyes unfocused and his chest breathing slowly. There was a huge cut to the side of his body, big and deep enough that you knew that the blood underneath him most definitely belonged to him. One of his legs looked broken. He had to keep a hand on his side to stop whatever the hell was pushing to get out of his body to stay inside. You wanted to call out to him. To scream for Bakugou to know that he shouldn’t worry about you, that he did his best, so that you could comfort him in the little ways you knew he needed it but you couldn’t even do anything above breathing.
Bakugou heard the sound of Midoriya’s shoes and looked up slowly at the green haired villain. Midoriya paused and turned to look at him. Bakugou opened his mouth to say something. To flip him off, to find out if he was actually holding you in his arms, to let him know that this wouldn’t be their last fight, but he couldn’t. He was fading, and he was fading fast. You watched as his crimson eyes rolled back. His eyes shut close as he leaned back against a slab of concrete breathing shallowly.
Midoriya frowned. “What a shame, he always used to have something to say in Middle school.” Midoriya turned his attention back in front of him. He looked down at you with a bright smile. “Lets go, Y/N. I have to show you all that you’ve missed out on.” He announced to you. His grip on you turned painful as he looked down at you as he stood in the doorway of the building. His eyes turned dark but not lustfully, not in adoration. For the first time since you had reunited you saw anger, almost disappointment in his eyes. He bent down closer to your face. “I hope you don’t think I won’t punish you for this.” You felt panic fill your body as your body was forced to be nonresponsive. “I mean, how could you do this to me dumpling? You ran away, when are meant to be together. I was meant to be yours, and you mine. I just don’t understand why you can’t see that.”
-Glitch1d
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