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gglitch1dd · 1 month

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Ever think about how horny reader is for Deku while she’s pregnant? I’m talking bout a wild beast. Before the pregnancy her sex drive was average but now she just can’t keep her hands to herself.

All she wants to do is have her big husband fuck her while she’s carrying their child, shocking Deku but he indulges her no matter how many rounds she wants and how tired he gets he just wants to spoil his wife during her pregnancy to keep her happy.

A/N: I love love LOVED this prompt. Honey I don't just think this, it lives in my head daily. Please!! I love prompts like this, keep them coming for Izuku (or Eijiro).

I can't help it

Husband Midoriya Izuku X Wifey Reader

Warning: PREGNANCY, Pregnant reader, breeding kink, hypersexual Y/N, SMUT, Squirting, multiple orgasms.

When you had figured out that you were pregnant, you were the happiest you had ever been in a long time. You and your husband had always wanted a little bundle of joy for yourselves and the fact that it happened for the both of you was a blessing you couldn’t take for granted. It was a magical and beautiful time, and one held in great secrecy too. The both of you didn’t tell the public at all nor did you tell any of your close friends until a good three months into your pregnancy.

Honestly, once you got past the morning sickness and feeling rather icky, you were pretty excited. You enjoyed watching your body slowly start to change. Izuku also found it ever so irresistible. You often found him putting a hand to your tummy, especially when you started to notice a little baby bump. From the moment he knew you were pregnant, he couldn’t sleep without you in his arms. He just had to know that you were safe and so was the little sprout in your womb. He would whisper and talk to the baby even before it could kick and respond back to his voice.

You couldn’t count how many times you had woken up from having drifted off before him to Izuku whispering everything he couldn’t wait to experience, all pointed towards your tummy.

It was fascinating watching and experiencing pregnancy before your eyes. You watched as your breasts grew, as you seemed to rounded up a bit, however the scariest thing was how your sex drive changed.

It was like someone had flipped a switch.

Almost completely overnight, you found yourself unexplainably horny. And it really took you by surprise when you were sitting in bed, Izuku just having come back off a shift that ended late. He put a hand to the back of his neck, a deep groan stumbling out of him as he slowly began to peel his hero uniform off of his body. At the sight of rippling muscles, his large scarred back and a groan stumbling out of his mouth, you were hit with a clench that took even you by surprise.

At first you tried to ignore it. And you really did. You were a real trooper trying to hide it as long as you did but you couldn’t stop yourself.

You just felt so needy. You wanted your husband and you wanted your husband to bend you over every surface of your house and take you like an animal. It made you feel so bad to objectify him in such a way, but every time you saw his body, heard his voice, smelt his scent… it was as if you were some crazed beast that couldn’t live without him.

You also missed him so much. It was almost like you couldn’t bare to be apart from him. Getting some anxiety watching him leave every morning and having to just sit at home and bake like an oven. It felt rather claustrophobic considering that the both of you didn’t want any of the public or the media to get wind of your pregnancy, so it meant no more spontaneous shopping trips or jogs around the neighbourhood.

However, you barely felt trapped in because half the time you were busy rubbing your sex trying to get off. Closer towards your fifth month of pregnancy, you couldn’t help it. Not even if you tried. It was like an intense cycle. You would wake up in Izuku’s arms and then feel the need for him to love on you, then you’d watch him leave and spend the rest of the day hold up in bed watching TV or trying to get off. It was like you couldn’t stop yourself. Even when you tried getting any work done, whether it be chores or any of your online work for the Deku Foundation, you often couldn’t stop the building ache between your legs.

Honestly, you were shocked that you held it together as long as you did. Until one fateful evening, Izuku and you were watching a movie together cuddled up in bed, but you couldn’t help but keep rubbing your thighs together. You glanced over at Izuku who had a large arm draped over your shoulder as his eyes stayed on the screen. He smelt like his fresh soap but also like a new fresh book and a hint of his cologne that never really went away.

He smelt so good.

And his calloused fingers drew circles on your skin, figureless shapes that traced on your skin patterns that didn’t make sense. Such big hands with such a large warm body and arm that kept you snuggled up to him. His body was warmer, often warmer than yours and it made you feel so tiny even now with a sizeable pregnancy bump. It didn’t help that his green curls were brushed slightly back but were that dark mop of green hair that brushed against his forehead. A strong yet soft face with freckles that littered his entire body, but warm green jade eyes that could stare right into your soul.

He looked so good.

You often couldn’t believe it. That this man, this adonis of a man, was your husband. That he made you Mrs Midoriya and slid a ring on your finger. Even more so that he was the man that impregnated you.

You drew in a breath.

Izuku turned to look down at you with a slight tilt of his head. An innocent look on his face as he seemed blissfully unaware of your lustful thoughts towards him. “Are you okay honey?” He asked softly, the sound of the movie playing in the background. You weren’t even sure what had happened after the first ten minutes.

You nodded your head as you forced a smile on your face. “Yah. I’m alright.”

He smiled, so glad that you were okay.

You weren’t. You wanted to climb him like the tree he was and jump on his cock till the sun rose.

“That’s good.” He squeezed you closer to him briefly, placing a kiss on your forehead before focusing back forward.

Your hands rested on your bump as you tried to focus on the movie rather unsuccessfully. This was the man who had placed the child inside you. The fact that you were carrying someone that you both created was enough to make a shiver run down your spine. You felt so happy to know that you were pregnant but now… now you felt another feeling you had never felt before.

You were Mrs Midoriya, wife of Midoriya Izuku who was the Number One ProHero of Japan, the symbol of Justice and Peace. You were his wife and you were carrying his child. His son. Inside of you was something so uniquely crafted that it would only ever exist once.

And you had managed to take his seed like the good wife that you were and plant it in your womb.

Fuck.

Izuku perked up. He had noticed that your breathing had turned heavy as he watched you. Your eyes were facing forward but they were totally glazed over. You were not paying attention at all. Your hands gripped your bump almost possessively as you sat silently at his side. Izuku sat up a bit, the movie long forgotten by the both of you as his eyebrows furrowed. Your whole pregnancy had been without fault but Izuku always had, in the back of his mind, fears that were enough to choke him.

“Honey?” You didn’t answer. “Honey?” You didn’t answer again. Now that really got Izuku concerned. He put both hands on your shoulders and shook you gently. “Y/N.” The stern tone of his voice took you by surprise as you turned to look at him. “What’s wrong?” He asked seriously.

You hesitated but you smiled with a breathy half heartedly laugh. “I’m fine, Izu. Just-”

“No, you’re not. You’ve been spacing out the entire movie.” He told you, half surprising you with how observant he was of your behaviours. His eyes held so much concern as he looked down at you. Green emerald eyes flicked down to your stomach briefly before putting a large hand on top of your bump. “Is it the baby?” His large warm hand just brushing against your clothed stomach made you release a soft moan as your eyes fluttered. “Sweetheart?”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. Either you were going to sneak your hand between your thighs for the fifth time today or you were going to jump him till you couldn’t see straight. “Izu…” Your voice was faint and almost sounded like you were exhausted.

“Yah.” He asked concerned for you, sitting up.

“I need you.”

“What do you need? Is it a craving? If so, I can go get it. Whatever it is.” He answered fast without hesitation as he turned to grab his phone, about to check whatever convenience store was still open at this time.

You grabbed his arm, instantly telling him to stop what he was doing. He froze as he turned to you. “No, Izuku, you don’t understand.” You told him, as you finally looked him dead in the eyes. For the first time since knowing you, Izuku saw something in your eyes he had never seen before. “I need you. I need you inside me, right now. I… I can’t think straight right now, all I know is that if I don’t have your dick inside me in the next three minutes, I think I’ll go crazy.”

To say Izuku was shocked would be an understatement. His face went red in surprise, you having genuinely caught him off guard for the first time in a long while. He had read that some pregnant woman could get hypersexual and others would lack the need for sexual encounters at all.

Hearing you so bluntly and so seriously say that you wanted him to fuck you was… well it was arousing to say the least. Izuku was pretty sure he was already half hard just by the second sentence.

He opened his mouth to speak, still absolutely shocked that this was actually happening.

“Izuku, may I use you?”

Without hesitation your husband answered. “Yes-”

A kiss went to his lips promptly shutting him up as you pulled him down to kiss you. A stuttered breath left your mouth as you immediately grabbed his cock over his sweatpants. A surprised gasp left his throat but you didn’t even register it as you let out a groan at the feeling of him. You hastily rushed to crawl over and hover over him. You pulled up the maternity sleepwear short gown to reveal that you were absolutely bare underneath, with not a single piece of underwear in sight. You were dripping wet. Slick lined the slit of your pussy and was even evident on the inside of your thighs. Izuku’s eyes widened as he watched you lift yourself up as you moved your hand down to stroke him up and down, aligning the pink tip of his cock to the entrance of your cunt.

It was only then that Izuku realised that you hadn’t stretched yourself out yet. “Y/N. Y/n wait-” A groan stumbled out of his lips as he felt your smouldering warm pussy stretch around him.

A loud moan stumbled out of your throat as you faced up to the ceiling, your eyes closing in pure pleasure. He felt so good. Considering that you had been knuckles deep inside of yourself for nearly a quarter of the day, you didn’t need the stretch. Despite being married for two years, you couldn’t deny that taking Izuku’s cock had never felt this good- and you loved your intimate times with your husband.

You let out a shaky breath as you slowly started to sink down, your thighs burning at you having to support your weight. Slowly you sank down further and further down his cock. The feeling of him going deeper and deeper inside you making you even more wet.

Finally you sank down, taking most of him inside you. Suddenly you felt your thighs quivering as you let out a deep moan. You hastly put a hand down against his chest, trying to hold you up, but Izuku quickly moved his hands to your hips holding you up like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Finally your high passed making you let out a heavy sigh as you tried to catch your breath.

“My love… did you just cum from taking my cock?” Izuku asked surprised as he looked up at you.

You gave him a meaningless glare but nodded your head. You tried to look down to look at your cunt, however soon found it impossible due to your stomach being in the way.

Izuku felt you tighten around his cock again. You didn’t waste a second as you moved up and then down. You were slow as you held onto his shoulder and one was placed down against the bed as you tried lifting you up and down his cock. You let out heavy breaths as you began to ride him, slowly trying to pick up past.

Instinctively, Izuku held you up and started doing most of the work for you. He slid down the rest of the way, down onto the bed, still holding you up on his cock. He fucked up into you making you moan as you started to roll your hips.

“Yes. Just like that Izu. Just like that.” You encouraged as you moved up and down his cock. Moans and whines were tumbling out of your throat without hinderance. You felt so much better now that you had him inside you, pushing against your walls and stretching you to the limit as he fucked into you. But despite feeling better, you also felt so much more in need for him now that you had him. “Yes! Fuck!” You cried out as you felt Izuku find a spot inside you before continuing to hit there.

You increased your speed as you hopped up and down. Whines escaped your lips for everytime your ass hit against his pelvis. You moved your dress up and off of your body, not even wanting the useless thing anymore. You had long foregone underwear nowadays, and no one could really blame you.

Izuku let out a deep groan as he felt you tighten around him again but this time your body locked and tensed as you came again. A cry came out of your lips as your cunt massaged his cock as you tried to milk him for all that he was worth. You felt so good.

Izuku let out a low growl as he lifted you up and off his cock, before pushing you down against the bed, swapping places with you. He spread your legs easily finding the perfect spot between them before sliding back in.

A groan came out of the both of you but a chuckle stumbled out of Izuku’s lips. He started to thrust in slowly, holding onto your thighs securely as to use them for an advantage. “You’ve been touching yourself haven’t you?” he asked amusedly. “Is that why you could take me so easly? It’s the only explanation considering that you weren’t wearing any panties, my love.”

You whined as you nodded your head. You lay back feeling helpless but so very aroused as you kept your legs nice and widely spread for your husband. “Yah. I couldn’t help it. I really couldn’t help it. I-” Every thrust felt deeper than the last making you gasp as you felt a particular one make you lose the ability to retain your breath. “Ah, right there. Right there Izuku!” You cried out.

“There?” He asked snapping his hips forward again, causing your back to arch with a high pitched squeal. A grin went to his face as he gripped your thigh tighter, planting one hand down onto the sheets underneath you before absolutely ploughing into you.

“YES!” You shouted loudly, uncaring of how slutty you sounded right now. Your voice was debauched and sounded nothing like you and yet it was. “Yes!” You let out gasping as you raised your hands to squeeze your tits. “Harder Izu! Harder! I need you deeper.” You urged as you tried moving your hips to taking more of him.

Your husband let out a low grunt, now too focused in pleasing you to formulate much words. He increased his pace, pushing your thighs further forward. Your cunt was creaming around his cock, squeezing him as you came undone around him.

“FUCKING-” This one took you by complete surprise as you could barely breathe. You were shaking in ecstasy, your eyes rolled back as you floated in pure mind numbing bliss for two long seconds. Unbeknownst to you, slick splashed against Izuku’s pelvis, wetting his cock as you had squirted around him. You finally gasped as you took in oxygen. “Oh my God! Oh my-” Words stopped formulating as you were being fucked through a mind shattering orgasm. Your eyes stayed rolled to the heavens as you let your husband pound into you till he felt like it. You couldn’t speak as you felt yourself mindless towards the pleasure, chasing it and pursuing it.

Izuku moaned carelessly as he fucked into you harder. You were so beautiful right now. Spread out in front of him, legs spread, eyes rolled back and your body limp to nothing but his actions. Your body jostled with every thrust, your tits hypnotising him but Izuku couldn’t help himself as he put a hand down to your baby bump. The cause of this whole situation. To think that you would find carrying his baby so arousing- carrying his baby.

“Fuck, your amazing. Your everything. Such a good fucking girl.” He praised as he could feel that he was reaching his limit. “All of this is just for you, baby. I’m all yours.” He reminded you.

You were aching for him to cum inside you, to have him remind you who you belonged to. To have his seed deep inside you. You wondered if this was the position that you got pregnant in.

Your thighs shook as a hum went through your body.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum.” Izuku’s eyebrows furrowed as he held you safely. “I’m- I’m gonna-” Without a moments of hesitation, a deep groan left Izuku’s throat as he spilled inside you. Spurts of hot thick ropes of cum inside you that made you just relax, your muscles tired as you sunk into the bed. For the first time in weeks feeling fool satisfied.

Your husband let out heavy breaths as he stayed inside you, noticing how content you were there. You let out a hum as you moved a hand to rest over your bump with a sigh. You nodded your head as you looked up at him. “That… that was…”

“Fucking insane.” That made you giggle, causing you to tighten around his cock. He let out a hiss but loved the overstimulation of it all.

You giggled as you looked up at him with love brimming in your gaze, highly appreciating this. That did quickly change as you began to shuffle just a few seconds later, moving your hips as you slipped a hand past to fiddle with your clit. You bit your bottom lip as you clenched around his cock, looking up at him. “Do you mind Izu?” Your husband looked at you surprised at the question. “I can’t help it.”

He had just unlocked a monster that he wouldn’t be able to escape from till the moment your son was born. He wondered if he was brave enough to face it.

Considering that you had been walking around the home without panties for what could be more than a week…

He was more than willing to accept the challenge.

-Glitch1d

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brivinty · 1 year

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“The sun, proposed to the moon” ★

Featuring; Bakugou x Sweetheart Reader (female)

TW; Nicknames like; My love, pretty face, pretty. Summary: Everyone is confused about how Bakugou, is dating you because you're just too sweet. -Quick one-shot (Fluff) ★

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No one could understand how it was possible for you to end up with Katsuki Bakugou, you’re such a sweetheart and he’s just the opposite. You’re always offering help to everyone while he’s yelling at anyone who asks him for help. But, when it’s just the two of you, he’s so sweet to you, holding your hand and giving you kisses and all, but you’ll never tell anyone that.

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You and Katsuki were sitting together at lunch, you were holding his hand while swinging it back and forth with a wide smile while scrolling through your phone. “Eat,” Katsuki muttered watching the food in the bowl being untouched. And it’s what he cooked for you. “Mk, but how bout’ you suki?” You asked looking at how he doesn't have any food near him. “m’fine I’m not even hungry, eat, please.” He said sliding the bowl to you, edging you to eat up.

“If you say so.” You replied before letting go of his hand to grab the spoon and eat. Once you put the spoon in your mouth, your eyes sparkled in delight and katsuki laughed at the look on your face. “Katsu!! It's so good!!” you said enthusiastically. “Did you make it? It taste like something you'd cook.” you ask before scooping up some onto the spoon. “I did! So of course, that's why it taste so good.” He boasted with a smirk on his face. You couldn't help but smile at him before bringing a spoon to his lips. “Eat!” you say and he sighs before opening his mouth to taste it, and he knows he cooks well, but it was actually better than he expected.

“Kastu, you sure your not hungry? I don't mind sharing.” you say with a smile, and he nods his head complying. “I'll only have a little more.” he says and you feed him about five spoons, before he says he's full. Though since you two were so lost with each other, you couldn't hear the sounds of spoons and forks dropping to the ground and tables in what seems like shock.

“There’s no way...” Kaminari spoke, jaw dropped looking at the couple. “Did he actually…” The pink-skinned girl was in disbelief. “How does that, date THAT!?” Sero asked shaking his head in incredulity. “But I mean he looks.. Happy??” kirishima questions trying to stay optimistic. “Uh, I guess kiri..” Uraraka replied with an awkward smile.

“Wake me up when the bell rings?” Y/n asked putting her head down on his shoulder. “You tired?" The angry blonde asked with a surprisingly sweet tone, but not at all surprising to you. “Mhm..” You muttered sluggishly. “What time you went to bed, pretty?” He asked while wrapping his hand over your shoulder. “Around...3? in the morning...” You replied with a sweet yawn, and he shook his head disapproval evident all over his face. “That’s bad my love…promise me you’ll sleep earlier?” Katsuki asked with a deep sigh scratching your scalp lovingly. “I’ll try…” you said, and he smiled watching you grab his hand before drifting off into your nap.

“Did… Did THE Bakugou Katsuki… just, smile?!” Denki shouted in shock. “…Maybe it was like a smirk.. not a smile!” Deku said to reassure everyone the world isn’t ending. They watched Bakugou play with your hair with one hand, and use his phone with his other hand.

“But if we really think about it.”

“He genuinely loves her.”

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shibaraki · 9 months

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LOVE TO LOVE YOU ┊ MIDORIYA IZUKU

tags: NSFT, AFAB reader, established relationship, pro hero deku, fluff + smut, reunions, dry humping, vaginal oral + fingering (reader receiving), quirk use during sex (restraint; black whip), no power dynamic

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You surface slowly, coaxed into waking by the gentle invocation of your name. Uneven knuckles brush your cheek. The air retains some coolness, smelling faintly like late night petrichor, and beneath that a familiar musk that has your eyes fluttering open.

Crouched beside the couch is a silhouette haloed by the argent moonlight spreading across the otherwise dark living room. You must’ve accidentally fallen asleep. Inhaling deeply, you stretch your legs out across the cushions as your vision begins to focus.

“Hi,” Izuku whispers, wearing a tremulous smile. You blink, slowly drinking in the sight of him after a month apart. Mossy hair curls around his ears, a little longer and wilder than you remember. The shadows under his eyes are deeper. There’s a new line of scar tissue across his eyebrow, minor enough that it was left to heal naturally.

Where you take him into your hands your fingers find short stubble, a few days old. “You’re back,” you hear yourself match his volume, and the quiet forms an intimate bubble around the two of you. Izuku’s crows feet deepen as his smile grows, head tilted with a soundless laugh, and that helplessly fond expression falls over you like silk.

“I’m back,” he nods, covering your wrist with his hand and squeezing lightly as if to prove he was there.

He doesn’t look away from you, busy detailing the subtleties in your face like a man etching a moment into a memory. You realise there, under his loving scrutiny, that you haven’t changed your clothes; sprawled out in Izuku’s big worn hoodie and little underneath.

Izuku doesn’t mention it. There is not much more he can say that he hasn’t already said with his eyes. He sniffs and the bridge of his nose wrinkles. “Do you—can you hold me for a while?”

Your answer comes wordlessly and with open arms. Breath is knocked from your lungs at the weight that dives into your chest. Strong arms snake around your waist. Izuku tucks his face against your shoulder and shakes a little as you slide your fingers through his hair.

“I missed you,” you tell him.

He nods frantically into your hoodie, “Me too”.

The tension bleeds from his shoulders. Slumped deeper into your embrace you can see his suitcase and duffel bag left hastily by the dining table. You hum, gaze dragging toward his lower half hung over the edge of the couch, bent at an uncomfortable angle. “Come up here baby,” you rub at his shoulders and shift your hips to make room. Izuku lifts his head, dazed as he takes in the space between your legs. “Lay on top of me”.

Colour returns to his cheeks. A sleepy pink. He looks simultaneously flustered and pleased at the request. The cushions around you yield under his knees as he pulls himself up to settle between your thighs. Your fingers slip into his hair, back arched for the arms that snake around your waist. In resting his head on your chest Izuku presses every ounce that is him into every ounce that is you.

“There you go,” you breathe. Cradling the back of his skull your nails trace lightly over his scalp, delighting in the shiver that zips down his spine. He hums and you sink deeper into the couch. “You smell like rain. Were you okay getting home from the airport?”

A quiet arousal stirs in your lower belly as Izuku nuzzles your throat; however there is no desire to satiate it, not yet. You are content just to have him like this. Petal soft, you feel his lips move as he wryly replies, “Yoarashi-kun dried me off in the lobby”.

You curl a strand of hair around your forefinger and smirk, imagining him dumbstruck in a controlled gust of wind, “Is that why your hair can’t decide which direction it wants to go?”

Izuku laughs. The sound is low and breathless. It thaws you from the inside out. Gripped by affection your thighs squeeze at his waist and you hold him closer. His mirth tapers into even breathing and you fall into comfortable silence. Blanketed by his body you feel the gauzy lure into sleepiness. You fight the urge, wanting to savour his return, and knowing that if you surrender to it neither of you will make it to bed; consequently waking to a crick in your neck.

Clinging to consciousness you fill the spaces with the mundanity that was your month apart. Filing reports, meeting his mother for dinner, a determined Uraraka dragging Bakugo to karaoke kicking and screaming, taking the wrong train home. You don’t tell him about the cavernous ache in your chest when he’s gone. You don’t talk about how empty your bed feels without him in it. And you do not ask about the mission.

You can feel his long exhale on your neck. Lips parted to kiss your jaw before bracing on his elbows, looming over you with a besotted look that you can never truly grasp being on the end of. Izuku brings your foreheads together and you wet your lips.

“I missed you,” he says, voice deepened with a thick sort of intent.

“So you’ve said,” a lazy smile unfurls, your hand at the nape of his neck bringing him in closer. His nose nudges your cheek and lips brush, lingering there for a few drawn out seconds, sharing in desire.

You tilt ever so slightly to close the distance and kiss him. His mouth is wind bitten, anxiety bitten, it’s gentle and innocent and you feel as his smile grows. Izuku answers with fervour, nipping at your lower lip, kissing each corner, humming a satisfied sound when you welcome him in. Kissing Izuku is like black and white—two extremes, never done halfway. There’s the chaste, romantic kiss on his way to work, a kiss he sorely refuses to go without, and there’s this; it’s voracious, needy and shamelessly wet.

The muscles in his arms clench as his grip on you tightens and you struggle to keep pace. Knees bend. Your legs spread to accommodate more of him. The couch groans beneath his movements. He draws you into his lap, shelved on thick thighs. You roll up against the swell in his sweatpants and he turns away from the kiss with a whimper.

In his distraction you trail kisses from the corner of his mouth to the soft hinge of his jaw. You play with the hair at his nape, barely any pressure behind the teasing touch. Licking a stripe along the column of his throat—angling away to bare himself to you, pulse quickening under your tongue—you reach the sensitive spot by his ear and gently blow.

“Baby—” Izuku shudders over you as his voice catches. Laid like this he is all you can see. It jolts his hips forward, seeking relief. You respond in kind, grinding against his cock with smooth, deliberate undulations. His eyes flutter, half crescent moons squeezed shut in pleasure. The bridge of his nose wrinkles as his mouth falls open, hands frantic in their greed and pawing at the soft parts of your body.

Izuku lets out a groan and pushes his face hard into the crook of your neck. The stubble scratches your skin. “What is it?” you ask, your mirth bleeding into the low murmur. His reply is muffled. “I can’t hear you, love”.

You wait as he turns his head to make his words clearer. “Wanna eat you out,” he says, fingers inching toward the hem of your hoodie. “Couldn’t stop thinking about it”.

“Yeah?” your brow furrows a tad and you tuck your chin in an effort to see his expression. You’re hesitant despite the tension that gathers in your abdomen. “Are you sure? You must be tired from your flight,” your thumb finds his mouth jutted into a pout. “Let me do something for you instead—”

A sharp inhale is all the warning you get before Izuku is up, grabbing your hips and dragging your body over the edge of the couch as he settles back on the floor. Caught in the momentum, the hoodie bunches up around your stomach, revealing how little you have underneath.

Izuku visibly gulps, mouth agape like a beast tasting the air. “This is for me,” he rasps, that hungry gaze sliding from your cunt to your face. He almost looks innocent, rubbing his cheek against your bare inner thigh. The stubble tickles. Your knees reflexively come together only to be met by resistance.

“What is…ah”.

Battle worn hands slide over your hips to your waist. You arch into it. His thumb strokes back and forth over your navel. “Sorry,” he grins sheepishly. “Is this okay? I—I still want to be able to touch you”.

Black tendrils are coiled around your thighs. They’re strong yet distinctly incorporeal, a faint warmth where they make contact almost like they were breathing. The grip is just enough to keep your legs splayed open. Laid out so plainly, you feel a flutter pass through you, clenching around nothing, arousal meeting tepid air.

“Yes. Yeah. It’s more than okay,” you swallow thickly. Reachinf to thread your fingers through his hair, you pause midway as a thought crosses your mind. “Oh, wait,” he watches you lean across to grab one of the decorative pillows and drop it next to him. “Put that under your knees, baby”.

It’s a silly thing, but Izuku’s legs are his weapons. He incurs some new type of bruising, laceration and fracture every day. You didn’t want his knees aching on the hard floors.

Izuku’s smile gentles in a way you’re wholly familiar with. Unfettered love, and the impending threat of tears. He does as you ask and returns his attention to your hips, appreciatively kneading the flesh. “You’re so good to me,” he mumbles in his descent, and you get the sense that it was for his own ears.

Your stomach jumps where his nose pressed to your navel. Izuku nuzzles his face there, reverential. He begins peppering kisses below your belly button, each wetter than the last. You feel all of it—the lift in his cheeks as he smiles, the inhale when he reaches your sex, the tender kiss he gives to the hood of your clit.

He meets your eyes from his position. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears, your throat, your chest. Hot static prickles throughout your body. You hold his gaze and watch as his tongue lolls out, a string of spit stretching from the tip until it breaks. A small whisper of his name leaves your lips and it’s enough to spur him forward.

Wet and languid, his tongue strokes through your folds, coming to lay flat again and again. Nothing about it is precise. It’s messy and selfish, pure indulgence—purely for him, just as he said. Your legs struggle against the restraints as you chase the feeling. A puff of amusement comes from his nose, fanning over your skin.

“Fuck, baby. That feels good. Don’t…” your fingers curl into his hair, tight at the root. He moans unabashedly and the soft vibration makes you squirm. “There—don’t stop”.

You’re to do nothing but succumb to the hazy crescendo of your impending orgasm; to be pulled apart like dough in his covetous, warm hands; to feel the way he circles around your clit, finding your most sensitive angle, laving it with attention.

Spit soaks into the couch cushion beneath your hips. You can hear how wet you are. The sound rings in your ears and has heat crawling up your neck. Izuku’s breathing grows ever heavier. Tensing his tongue, flickering back and forth over your swollen clit, he sinks a finger inside you to the knuckle, fucking it in and out of you with a lazy come hither motion.

Another finger. Losing yourself to it a little, your fingers pull at his hair to hold his face against your cunt. Izuku whines, mumbling frantic incantations and praises. Your thighs clench, immovable in the grip of black whip. Pleasure throbs through your body like the beat of your heart, “Oh… Please”.

You fold into yourself, core drawn taut as your mouth drops open in a silent cry. Izuku’s pace doesn’t waver. He fucks you just right on his mouth, moaning with you as the tension snaps and you cum around his fingers, face slack with contentment in the clutch of your thighs.

A final tremor quakes through you. You drop back against the cushions, boneless and sated. Izuku steadily releases black whip and rises to meet your legs as they fall limp into the crooks of his arms. He forges a path of sticky kisses to your chest while you catch your breath, peppering them along your collarbones and throat, finally coming to rest against your mouth. You reciprocate lazily, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Thank you,” he sighs, pressing a final kiss to your cheek.

“That’s my line,” you laugh, taking him by the jaw and swiping your thumb through the spit around his chin. “Made me feel so good. You’ll have to give me a minute before we go to bed”.

Izuku makes a small noise of complaint at the prospect of moving but he gets up anyway. Something playful passes over his expression. You take his proffered hand and squeak when he tugs you upright on weak knees. “I have an idea,” he tells you.

Held flush to his front you wrap your arms around his shoulders and he stands you on his feet. He waddles in place with you, tasting out his gait. Brimming newfound zeal he announces, “Okay. Let’s go!”

Suspended in a buttery hazy, you laugh, hanging on for the ride.

#bnha x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #mha x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader

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the-moon-files · 3 months

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The Chain being Down Bad🐕‍🦺™️ for Your Voice lol (Masc!Reader)

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@peepthatbish once again, our lovely muse peep (name twins!!) Has come to bless me, and hopefully i did that gorgeous idea justice, and dw im not done writing them all out yet :)

<333

Sun: Masculine Reader (he/him)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: a dash of everybody <3

(except rare ones like Fierce/Koridai/Courage/Sage/etc.)

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Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: fluff & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if i missed any. /gen

Ok but like

Ur voice is absolutely iconic to them

(Like the fairy fountain theme or the appearance of the Master sword, its unimaginable to them for your to not sound like that)

And its not only the heroes of Hyrule, but anyone else who could hear you

Well it helps that it used to be ur only sort of external sign of presence to outsiders

(the Links could also somewhat "feel" you in their own chests sometimes, like when u were stressed over a boss, or sad over a cutscene)

The only others who usually hear you are mostly things like the Great Fairies, the Deku Tree, other weird ass beings that know way too much (Fierce Deity)

So needless to say, when u first crash landed thru a portal into Wild's Hyrule (ur latest Zelda game you've played u guess thats why)

And the Chain had seen u in the distance, met up with you to try and help what they thought was some poor guy who accidentally fell thru Hylia's portals

But as they heard u stutter thru an introduction, instead they knew immediately it was you

Sky and Twi seriously teared up, Hyrule/Wild/Four/Wind all attacked you with a hug and excited shrieking, Legend and Wars were just gaping in shock, and Time was just staring at you

It took you a minute to pinpoint who was from what game, but as soon as you figured it out u literally jaw dropped at Time/Wild/Twi/etc.

(The ones that look different from their in game model or way better irl than graphics could ever capture)

U also may have screamed. A very manly scream. Not high pitched at all. You didnt make Legend cover his ears or the four that tackled u scramble off in fear, what- haha

(U cant blame urself, u were in literal shock, bc that's ALL the LINKS??!! Like u needed a shock blanket like rescue/ambulances gives ppl)

After calming down, it wasnt even an outright discussion or decision u could rlly choose,

They were basically kidnapping u along for the ride, also u were there for them (in pretty voice alone but still) for all their adventures,

So u even suggesting leaving u behind bc u couldnt keep up as well as them had them looking at you like they never even considered it

(And also making them individually go thru the 5 stages of grief: 😨😟😡😭🥺🙏🙏 they were all outright begging u, in their own ways, deadass by the end of it)

So as u travel, you get to understand the full impact of Your Voice, or the Guide's Voice™️.

If anyone has a nightmare, what would normally take another hero poking them with a stick and dodging the reflex punch, or them waking up unable to go back to sleep after having the nightmare, etc.

U quickly realized only took you talking to comfort them, with no reflex punch when they woke up, if they woke up, sometimes u were so good at it the nightmare just cleared ended according to their face

In your first battle against the shadow, along with lots of black-blooded monsters, u realized how much more confidently every Link fought as soon as you were speaking from behind them

They got even better and less stressed abt fighting when u managed to crack a few jokes or go toe to toe verbally with the Shadow lol

Legend outright guffawed when you pulled a dumb "sigh... well i guess... maybe... ur mom." joke in response to his villain monologue, like wiping a tear and everything, saying "u used to say that all the time after dumb long evil speeches, its a fucking classic" 💀

Literally will have them asking you to make more jokes bc it makes them feel better in tense situations/battles (most to least frequently: Sky, Wild, Hyrule, Wind, Twi, Time, Wars, Legend, Four) but they love it equally

Okay but,

U have Definitely. Sent chills down their spines when u get into lower ranges lol

U dont understand why everyone needs to talk to you so bad first thing in the morning,

or alternatively why they keep wanting you to go on a rant abt ur fav book/tv show/thing either???

U are always the last for story time at the campfire every night, and unlike the others, they refuse to let you take a night off, u have to say smth every night??

It amazes u they like ur voice so much, huh, Wild/Twi/Wars/Four/Hyrule must all be getting a little too close to the fire, theyre faces are looking a little red/pink

(Legend and Time just look rlly pleased/happy to be here, they only ever look a little overheated when u specifically look at them while ur talking/or tell a story abt them, and they usually are always the ones asking u another question to prompt u to keep going forever)

Wars may or may not have a life changing moment he told u abt ur voice on his adventures where Cia was like, "Ah Link... let me get a good look at you..."

Link: 😰🤢🥲

You: "... and girl, I am only looking at your tiddies right now."

If Wars had smth to drink right then he wouldve spit-taked.

It was like the one time he was caught so genuinely off-guard, and u just made him suddenly feel 10x more comfortable facing her, he literally couldnt keep his knight trained composure together, he had to lean on his knees he was crying with laughter

That was the first Cia heard of you too and she literally audibly gasped lmao

It was like all of a sudden Wars and Cia had been in on a joke no one else could hear around them (Shiek/Zelda is confused to this day by that)

And there are countless moments like this from each of their adventures where u did this, u cant help but feel mildly embarassed when u hear it at first

But then seeing how much ur voice and comments meant to them and how happy it made them u can help but want to talk more and more and more

Youve never felt more comfortable talking to this many people in ur entire life,

Bc u can literally see their elf ears twitching cutely when they pick up ur voice

BEST BELIEEEVVEEEE

u arent getting out of singing to them.

Yeah, sorry, theyve heard u sing ur fav songs while gaming too many times, they need to hear u sing irl, Now.

Most of them ignore or sort of passively enjoy bards/musicians on their journeys, but as soon as u so much as hum-

Its like they're all clambering to get closer to hear u, but also not make u aware thats what theyre doing, so they end up just:

Four/Legend/Hyrule trying to hide behind various (upside down) books, behind plants that're not that bushy, or one memorable time, when u sang "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" quietly to urself, a bard's tune got close and reminded u of it,

and Four fully threw his hammer on his toes bc he was so shocked/lovestruck, he completely missed the anvil and just threw it at the ground/his feet LMAO

Time and Wars, cheeky strategists they are, immediately fall back behind u wherever u are, so u cant see them, but they can still hear u lol

(Theyre the only ones youve not caught actively listening/straining to come closer to hear u... bc theyre behind u lol)

Wild/Sky/Twi all fully whip their heads around fast enough to crack it, then clumsily try to recover so u wont stop

Wild/Sky just fully accidentally like fall into lakes/ponds trying to stay just out of range or even (they both tried it once, and never again after u got onto them) got on a rooftop

And fell. When u got quieter they tried to get closer and- yep.

(Idiots were fine and smiling when u came to check on them)

Twilight.

Twilight's the worst ngl.

Just fully stares in awe at you until u stop out of embarassment, and has had the audacity multiple times to pop up as Wolfie and just happily listen like you havent also been thru the adventure that literally made him a werewolf

Wind is a cutie, he always joins in, esp when he recognizes the song, and since they can somehow remember the songs u sang while gaming, it will never not be a core memory for you to sing "Drunken Sailor" back to back with "I LOVE YOU HOE" by ODETARI (ft.9lives)

with Wind Waker Link.

You nearly died when you heard him singing the chorus, like literally right after drunken sailor 💀

(Its catchy u got it stuck in ur head from tiktok audios)

(Wind absolutely makes fun of the others for being in love with ur voice, like he'll trick u into ranting abt smth late at night when ur voice is husky or ur just low energy atm, and then from behind you just mouth at the rest of them, sitting looking up at you like ur an angel,

G A Y Y Y Y 🫵🫵🫵 )

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Sorry to anyone whose sent in stuff to my mailbox! I promise ill answer u tomorrow!!

Im acc running another blog for a diff fandom and i got busy today :/

BUT THANK U SM AND I LOVE YOU TO ANYONE WHO SENT STUFF IN !! <3333

Like, i would write a fic for u tysm for showing me ur interest bc it feels like tumbleweeds are blowing thru LU fandom when i check the tags 💀

Which isnt awful! I just like hearing feedback from ppl or just talking abt LU and stuff :)

Peace out,

🌙

#linked universe x reader #lu x reader #male reader #lu x male reader #link x reader #linked universe reader #linked universe male reader #loz link x reader #jfc is that all of them yet #lu imagines #now?#yeah sure thatll be all the tags #well i should #peepthatbish's catalogue!!#thats the tag now for them giving me all these gorgeous gorgeous male reader ideas #ngl i feel like i cant emphasize that reader is masc enough? maybe thats just the trans in me speaking 💀

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mamayan · 4 months

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Okay imagine this - (you don't have to do it, you can delete this if it makes you uncomfy, I love you and you have done nothing wrong ever) - but IMAGINE okay?

Bakugo Katsuki, The Dynamight, number two hero, and his child with you is quirkless (bonus if reader is also quirkless)

Imagine the disappointed ambition - he was so sure the kid would inherit his quirk or something similar, he was so sure - especially since the kid looks like Katsuki - and yet...

I guess I'm in mood for hurt-comfort 😔

Honestly, I see this affecting our dearest mama here, as it’s likely for Katsuki to really fall for someone after being a bully/jerk to them.

Imagine his quirkless sweetheart, desperate to please and impress at all times because they’re just useless without a quirk (thanks to his bullying in the past) and realizing their child inherited their quirkless gene?

Pro-Hero Katsuki Bakugo x Quirkless Fem! Reader!

Growing Pains

cw: SFW • Language (R) • Hurt/Comfort • Bully to Lovers • Child Care (tis the season) • Pro-Hero Katsuki • Fem! Reader • Marriage • Katsuki learns how to communicate a little better

A child is a gift so precious one must always be careful never to forsake it.

That’s what his hag-mother always said at least. The endless joy though which his daughter brought truly lived up to her words though. A gift. A precious, incredibly tiny and fragile, gift he swore to never forsake as he held the bundle in his arms at the hospital.

You looked beautiful even after so long in labor. Joy painting your features and making his heart ache from the sugar being injected into his veins. The love and adoration in your eyes only making his resolve harden further, to protect you both and love you two till his last breath.

So what changed from that moment till now? As a normally happy rambunctious toddler sits in complete stillness with eyes wide in horror. You didn’t look any better, skin perspiration more than his own on a usual day, lip being chewed until the skin breaks and he’s forced to grip you tightly.

“Hey—,” his gruff voice wakes you up.

“I’m so sorry…” his brows furrow in confusion, your apology unexpected and odd.

“The fuck are you sorry for?” He feels the atmosphere in the room start to divulge, his child and you both acting as if you’d heard a cancer diagnosis and not something he’d already considered the possibility of. Of course he’d wanted his daughter to have a quirk, but it didn’t call for such a grave reaction.

“It’s all my fault… I’m so sorry baby…” the tears freak him out more, your tears flowing endlessly as you stare at him with such hopeless eyes he’s startled to his core. Dark garnet eyes widening as a sick feeling enters his gut, something churning he can’t even name. “I failed both you and our daughter, making her weak and worthless like me—,” He’s going to be sick for sure, the sterile little clinic room starting close in on him.

He’s Dynamight, number 2 pro hero, and only because shit for brains Deku was better with the media but still, he’s not sure what to do. How to fix it, as you hold your child and cry, asking for forgiveness from him.

It makes him remember every instance of the past he cringes and does his best to avoid thinking on. Every tug of your hair, every shove to the floor, every time he made you feel small for something so superficial as not having a quirk.

Your tears were endless, and they seemed to spur on his daughter as well, her little sniffles making him nearly enraged as the door creeks open at the worst moment and the doctor returns.

The woman’s sympathetic gaze make him want to punch her, the way she seems understanding and not offended as himself.

“It can be a hard acceptance Mrs. Bakugo, I’m happy to recommend some quirkless support groups for the two of you, then we can look at some family care plans—,”

“What. The. Fuck. Are you talking about? Support group? They don’t need a fucking support group, your raggedy ass bitch—!”

“Katsuki!” “Mr. Bakugo?!” “Papa?”

It didn’t matter, he wasn’t hearing words anymore, top blown and his tempter unleashed as he nearly blows the door off after throwing you both over his shoulder and storming out. Cursing the entire way, uncaring of the phones being pulled out and people whispering and recording. He’d get an earful from the agency but it hardly computed in his mind.

Your fault? It seemed clear enough it was his fault. When all he ever did was make you feel belittled for your quirklessness, small and weak because of it, and now what did it do?

It passed on to his own fucking kid. His fault. This was his fucking fault.

His own eyes were admittedly wet as he shuts you both up in the car. Making sure you both are buckled in safely before he nearly screams once he’s seated behind the wheel. He wants to scream more, yell and break something to deal with the flood of guilt and shame washing him like an old friend.

He never apologized, only pushed it all away like the bullying and harassment never occurred when he started courting you. He’d been in love with you, and that bullying was his sick revenge for making him feel so much adoration for a single individual.

His frame engulfs the seat, muscles taunt and wide chest heaving as he calms down slowly to your silent tears and wobbly bottom lip.

“Katsuki… can we not have any discussions with her in the car…? Maybe we…,” you lick your lips as you fumble over yourself like a nervous wreck in the passenger seat, eyes wide and pacifying as you give him a look filled with a plea. “—Maybe we could have her stay with your mother tonight?”

Because you think he’s angry at you and at her.

For being quirkless.

The most defenseless and precious people to him, the two he’d sworn to never hurt or mistreat, now looking at him with complete devastation and heartbreak. His daughter is never usually so silent and still, sitting like a little doll in her car seat.

He’d always been a confident man. Unshakeable and firm in his resolve because he refused to settle and let himself be anything less than the best.

For all he is though, he’s never felt more helpless and human.

You flinch when the first tear falls.

The sight just as jarring as the realization your child is like you.

Katsuki’s eyes widen before narrowing as he grits his teeth and bares them like a hurt animal, tears spilling as he slams his head on the steering wheel in frustration. The windows tinted and thankfully adding a touch of privacy he’s grateful for now.

“I’m sorry—!” It’s wobbly and hissed like a curse, his apology burning his throat as he forces it out. He can’t look at you as he wipes at his face, shaking his head as he clears it to focus long enough to repeat himself.

“I’m so fucking sorry—never, never did I think less of you ‘cuz you didn’t have a damn quirk—! I was an asshole, a piece of shit that didn’t know how to deal with my crush on you, so I fucking ruined it by picking on you.” His eyes are blood shot, kept wide to prevent anymore liquid spillage but the way his entire face and body scrunch up, it’s difficult to believe he’s able to stop himself on sheer will alone.

“Papa…?” It’s like a slap to the face when he looks over at his daughter to see a spitting image of you both in her, features more like him but personality following you in a way that makes him melt.

“Y’listen good,” he gathers himself up better as he addresses your daughter now. “You will never be less than anyone else, quirk or no quirk, y’hear me?”

“But—,”

“No buts. It’s not up for debate. A quirk doesn’t classify a person’s value. It never has. We just associate them with power when in fact, a bunch of useless quirk havin’ shit stains run the country. A quirk ain’t power kid, power is in will, and that’s all you.” He’s glad you kindly dismiss his slip in language, watching as her little eyes widen and well with tears too.

“So I’m not bad?”

“You’re the best damn thing that’s happened since I met your mom. I love your mom, don’t I? She’s great even if she doesn’t have a quirk. Strong and resilient, patient and smarter than I’ll ever be.” He’s gripping the steering wheel so tight it may break soon if he doesn’t release his grip.

Then he’s being met with you. Your arms wrapping around him, your own muffled cries in his shirt. His hands are around you just as quickly, pulling you into him as much as the small space in the vehicle allows, breathing you in and calming himself as he reaches out and unbuckles your daughter to pull her little body into the bear hug too.

“You mean it…?” Your whisper barely audible as he holds you both close.

“I don’t say shit I don’t mean.”

And that’s enough for this moment. While he’s not a great man, Katsuki truly never lies, sometimes honest to a point it’s painful.

This is a bittersweet pain though.

Dividers/ @cafekitsune

#Yan answers #Yan loves her mooties #tw: child care #bnha #bakugou katsuki #pro-hero katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #hurt/comfort #mha

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doumadono · 5 months

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Emergency request

I’m currently crying about my mom still so I was hoping you could do one for the reader mom died and the reader goes to either Bakugou or Deku for support and crying about how it feels like a nightmare that they can’t wake up from

Please and thank.

Bakugo & s/o in mourning - headcanons

A/N: it's completely okay to feel the pain and let those emotions out. Take all the time you need to grieve and remember the love and warmth your mom brought into your life

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Bakugou doesn't beat around the bush. Without mincing words, he asks, "You look like shit. What's going on?"

As you share your feelings, he nods understandingly. "Let it out. Scream, punch something — whatever helps."

Bakugou might not be overly touchy, but in this moment, he offers a comforting touch — maybe a hand on your shoulder or a reassuring pat to your head.

Bakugou reassures you with straightforward words, acknowledging the nightmare-like feeling and promising that you don't have to face it alone, and that he'll be by your side. "Look, this sucks, of course it does. But you don't have to deal with it alone, nerd. I'm here, yeah?"

While Bakugou may not be the most verbose, he encourages you to vent, letting out your feelings without fear of judgment. "You need to vent? Just do it. Holding that crap in won't help, nerd. I'm not gonna judge you for it, just this time."

Bakugou takes on a protective stance, asserting that he's there for you and that you can rely on him during these tough times.

Understanding that sometimes words aren't enough, Bakugou may choose to stay with you in silence, holding you close against his chest, rubbing your back slowly.

"I'm not good with this emotional crap, but I care about you. Don't forget that."

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oliverrevengers · 3 months

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{ MELANCHOLY MORNINGS }

- MHA BOYS X MALE READER -

katsuki bakugo.

the sun evaded the curtains and ever so rudely hit y/n’s face. his eyebrows scrunched, almost meeting in the middle of his head. turning on his side, he felt the presence of another. he edged closer until he felt soft breath on his skin, a hum rose next to him. yesterday was exhausting. they got used to excessive amounts studying and training but there were some days were it was overwhelming. y/n’s whole body ached, he felt like he needed to rest for years, but his boyfriend would never let him.

“morning,” y/n groaned, refusing to acknowledge that it was time for him to get up. he felt katsuki’s shifting next to him. his eyes subconsciously and forcefully opened, he looked at katsuki who stood by the window, staring at nothing. y/n threw the covers to the other side of the bed and started walking up to the window. he didn’t say anything. he didn’t even get close to katsuki. he simply stood opposite him and waited.

something was up. something was wrong. he knew the signs, he knew katsuki all too well.

“stop. go back to bed. you’re still tired, nothing is going on.” katsuki lowly said. he knew y/n forced himself to wake up to ask what was wrong and he felt almost guilty.

“don’t lie to me, katsuki. you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but don’t lie. please.”

katsuki hummed. it was merely minutes before katsuki started speaking, “just exhausted of everything. of always feeling the need to be perfect. of yelling and being stubborn… of being me.” y/n looked at his boyfriend, nodding, he started to get closer until katsuki was in his arms. “did you sleep last night?” y/n asked. he felt katsuki shake his head, blond hair lightly tickling y/n’s neck, “no.”

“figured,” y/n sighed. he didn’t let katsuki go, he knew better than that, “want me to respond or just let you be?” katsuki toke a while until he responded, “just .. don’t go anywhere.”

“where would i go, katsuki? i’m here. always am.”

izuku midoriya.

“izuku.. why are you awake?” y/n groggily asked. he rubbed his eyes, trying his hardest to fight his sleeplessness. he peaked at the clock that read 4:03 AM. it was too early, even for izuku. he sat up and looked at his boyfriend who sat staring at nothing in the pitch darkness.

y/n heard izuku sigh and turn his head to look at him, “nothing, love. i’m alright.” y/n tilted his head, copying the green individual, “no. no, you’re not alright. you’ve been down for days and i’m worried.” his smile dropped as deku frowned. izuku’s eyes darted to the window that emitted the faintest of light as the sun slowly rose.

izuku uncomfortably shuffled in the bed, “didn’t mean to make you worried.” he said. y/n nodded and softly wrapped his arms around izuku. he felt his boyfriend wrap his own arms around y/n’ waist and rest his head on y/n’s shoulder.

“i don’t know. this is all i wanted and more, but.. it gets loud sometimes. i feel like this was way more fun when it was a mere dream in middle school, nothing is easy, i know that, but is it supposed to be this hard? i don’t know...”

y/n knew izuku wasn’t expecting an answer, and to be frank, he had no idea what to say. he dug his hands in izuku’s curls and kissed the top of his head, “i love you.” the least y/n could do was comfort him and the way izuku’s arms wrapped tighter around y/n made him close his eyes, pleased with this small step for now.

#bnha #bnha x male reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x male reader #mha #katsuki bakugo #mha x male reader #my hero academia x male reader #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x male reader

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wigglywormy · 11 days

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blurred lines, sharp twine [bakugou/deku, 5.6k, nsfw]

okay. so I haven't written a fic in over 5 years!! can y'all believe that? i used to be so active on this blog, pumping out fics day and night, but life got busy and before I knew it over 5 years have passed omg.

of course my first fic back would be something like this lol. this was written for @wreckingtickles who shares my undying love for bakugou getting absolutely destroyed. they prompted me with a fic featuring bakugou's stirrup leggings and that kinda spiraled into this huge monster of a fic.

please enjoy 8) (also i made an ao3 to cross-post my tickle fics on!)

warnings: nsfw, feet, intense tickling, bondage, veryyyy slight dub-con, minors DNI.

Izuku wouldn’t openly call himself a weird guy, but he definitely doesn’t really try to hide the fact that he’s a little on the strange side. He knows he’s a gigantic nerd (he’s thoroughly reminded of that fact by Bakugou everyday), he knows he’s a little awkward, and he knows he’s maybe even a little bit of a freak. But, through the years of trauma, war, violence, and near-death, he’s come to accept that life is much too short to deny who you are.

Moving in with Bakugou after graduation was something Izuku didn’t even have to think about. Bakugou set up a few apartment viewings, and it went completely unsaid that the smartest decision for both of them would be to stick together. Roommates equaled cheaper rent, and since they both were working under the same agency it was easy to align their schedules. Normally they patrol together (the Wonder Due didn’t get its name for nothing), but occasionally - especially lately - Bakugou has been picking up more shifts than usual.

Izuku can’t help but notice how tired Bakugou has been lately, especially tonight, coming home from his 9th day in a row of patrol. The door closes softly behind him - he must think Izuku’s asleep already as it’s around two in the morning, and Izuku turns slightly from his position curled up on the couch to watch Bakugou toe his boots off. He’s already changed out of his hero uniform, clad in only his leggings and a soft, worn looking hoodie that Izuku’s pretty sure belongs to him.

Bakugou leans his head against the wall in the foyer for a brief moment, sighing deeply, and Izuku’s heart aches at the noise.

“Late night?” Izuku asks, closing his book and setting it on the coffee table.

Bakugou jumps. “Jesus - shit, you scared the fuck outta me.”

“Sorry,” Izuku murmurs, a slight smile on his face.

“The fuck are you still doing up?” Bakugou grumbles, finally making his way over to sprawl on the opposite end of the couch, sinking into the cushions with a grunt.

Izuku shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Which, technically isn’t a lie, but. Still. Even when he lays in his bed at night during one of Bakugou’s shifts that he’s not partnered on, he finds himself teetering between sleep and wakefulness as he listens carefully for the front door to open and shut, signaling Bakugou has gotten home safe for the night. Codependency wasn’t something Izuku was planning on adopting after the war, but his heart just can’t seem to relax if he doesn’t know that Bakugou is home and safe. Breathing. Alive.

Normally it’s fine, but since Bakugou has been working himself to death the past few weeks, Izuku’s own sleep schedule has taken a toll.

Bakugou doesn’t look bloodied or bruised now, though, which is a good sign.

“I thought your shift ended at midnight?” Izuku asks, his eyes unconsciously skimming over Bakugou’s exhausted body as he slumps further down into the cushions. He folds his arms over his chest, burrowing into the oversized borrowed hoodie, and Izuku smiles because Bakugou is so loud and brash, but right now, here and safe at home, he allows himself to be soft with Izuku.

“It was supposed to,” Bakugou grumbles, rubbing a hand over his face. “One of the interns got caught up in a stupid bank robbery and ended up with a fuckin’ concussion, so I stayed late to help finish up some of his paperwork.”

“That’s sweet of you, Kacchan,” Izuku teases, and Bakugou rolls his eyes, stretching his legs out to rest in Izuku’s lap.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugou says, voice tense with exhaustion, “I’m a fuckin’ saint.”

Izuku let’s his hands fall onto Bakugou’s ankles, rubbing gently with his thumbs, and he swallows heavily as his eyes trail down Bakugou’s body, the black leggings hugging his muscles tightly, all the way down to the thin straps holding the stirrups along the arches of his feet.

Izuku wouldn’t openly call himself a weird guy, but shit, that’s another thing about moving in with Bakugou after graduation. Getting to see all of these new and exciting sides of him; tense and angry and bloody after a fight, soft and exhausted after a long boring shift, sleepy and comfortable on his day off.

But the damn stirrup leggings have Izuku trying desperately hard not to act up.

“Do you - uh, want a foot rub or something?” Izuku blurts out, his thumb pressing into the bone of Bakugou’s ankle.

Bakugou’s eyes narrow, and Izuku offers a small nervous smile, trying not to seem as if he’s too interested. He just wants to help his friend relax, okay? Nothing weird about that. It’s not like they haven’t massaged each other before after a long day of hero work. Bakugou’s great with his hands, and Izuku’s arms and shoulders get knotted up so tightly after hours of using his quirk.

Bakugou still has smudges of dark eyeliner around his eyes since he hasn’t washed his face yet since patrol, and it makes his gaze piercing in the low light of the living room. He’s quiet for a moment, contemplative, before shrugging eventually and folding his arms across his chest.

“Fuck it, I ain’t gonna say no to a free foot massage,” He shrugs, “Lemme take these stupid fuckin’ leggings off first - ”

“No!” Izuku blurts out, and he chuckles awkwardly as his grip tightens on Bakugou’s ankles. “I mean - um. You don’t have to, it’s fine.”

This time, Bakugou looks… curious, which is the only way Izuku can describe his gaze. He bites his lip a bit as he thinks, and when he wiggles his toes a bit, Izuku feels warmth pooling low in his belly. Bakugou’s feet are surprisingly slender, his arch defined beautifully, ideal for someone who has to be quick on their feet. His toes are slightly pink, as are the soles of his feet, and they look soft from being in his boots all day. Izuku swallows thickly, but god, he just wants to touch.

Is he into feet? Who knows, maybe, he honestly hasn’t thought too much about it until recently. Maybe he’s just into Bakugou’s feet? When Bakugou wiggles his toes again, Izuku finally glances up and catches his gaze.

“Well? What’re you waitin’ for,” Bakugou says, his voice softer than it’s been all night.

Izuku’s hands are large, tan, and calloused - a stark contrast against Bakugou’s pale skin, and at the fist press of his thumbs into the arch, Bakugou exhales quickly through his nose, body sinking further into the couch.

It’s a little difficult to massage his feet with the strap from his stirrups hugging his arches, but at this moment in time Izuku would rather die than ask Bakugou to take them off. He moves over to just one foot, pressing both thumbs into the heel of his foot, and he slowly works his way up, calluses catching onto the legging strap as he moves upwards.

“Did the bank robber get caught?” Izuku asks, hands firm but delicate, watching as Bakugou’s toes twitch when he digs in beneath them.

“What?” Bakugou replies, blinking his eyes open where they’ve fallen shut. “The - oh, shit. Yeah. Sero was actually patrolling nearby so he got him while I took the dumbass intern to medical.”

“Don’t be so mean,” Izuku chuckles, “We were dumbass interns once, too.”

“Interns, yes. Dumbass? No,” Bakugou shoots back, but then he smirks. “Well, I wasn’t a dumbass. Can’t say the same about you, nerd.”

Izuku rolls his eyes, and he can’t help it when his touch softens, hooking a finger underneath the stirrup strap to graze his nail along the delicate arch.

The reaction is instant - Bakugou inhales sharply and twitches, looking ready to pull his leg back, but Izuku holds onto the strap, preventing him from moving away.

“Deku,” Bakugou growls, and to everyone else on this planet, the expression on his face would scream angry, sharp, intimidating.

But Izuku’s known him since they were kids. Izuku can read him like a damn book, and right now underneath that glare, Bakugou looks nervous.

Izuku keeps his touch soft, one finger hooked into the stirrup strap, while his other hand grazes right beneath the blonde’s toes. His foot twitches again, his toes curling up tightly, and the only word that comes to Izuku’s mind is cute. His feet are cute, and apparently sensitive, and Izuku has no idea what monster has taken over his brain but all he wants to do right now is see Bakugou squirm.

He might be dipping into dangerous territory, but ever since they moved in together, Bakugou’s been much more open to physical touch. It almost feels like a game they’ve been playing, dancing around each other but never going to a place they can’t return from. They’ve fallen asleep cuddling on the couch. They’ve spent quiet days off with Izuku’s head in Bakugou’s lap, the blonde idly playing with his hair while they watch old reruns of All Might movies together. They’ve even spent a few nights together in bed, holding each other close when the nightmares creep up every few weeks.

But this? This might be a place they can’t return from. Izuku’s not sure what Bakugou’s feeling right now, but the lines are so incredibly blurred in this moment, and Bakugou’s cheeks are steadily turning pink, and Izuku knows he could pull away if he really, really tried.

But he’s not. He’s staying put, fingers clenched into the cushions of the couch, eyeing Izuku warily.

“You know,” Izuku says idly, moving one hand to grip Bakugou’s ankle, the other hand trailing his fingers up and down, up and down, so soft it’s barely there. “You used to be so mean when we were kids, holding me down and tickling me until I cried.”

At the word - tickling - Bakugou audibly swallows. “Not my fault you were so damn ticklish, idiot.”

“I could never really get you back because you were so much stronger than me,” Izuku muses.

“It wouldn’t have mattered anyways, I’m not fuckin’ ticklish,” Bakugou replies. His voice sounds sure and steady, but his eyes keep flickering down to where Izuku is still stroking up and down his sole. He’s tense, and Izuku can feel it - Bakugou’s trying so hard not to move, not to give himself away.

Izuku laughs quietly to himself. Of course Bakugou would see this as a challenge to himself.

“Of course you’re not ticklish, Kacchan,” Izuku says, “Maybe if you keep telling yourself that, it might actually come true.”

“It is true, you little shit - ah!”

He squeaks, his breath hitching, when Izuku flutters his fingers under his toes again. His other leg, the one Izuku isn’t holding by the ankle, jerks back, and Izuku thinks no, we can’t have that now, before tendrils of black whip shoot out, pulling his other leg back and twisting around the ankle.

“Okay, now that’s completely fuckin’ unfair,” Bakugou grunts, trying to sound unaffected, but this time Izuku can hear the shake in his voice. “The hell are you tryin’ do here, Deku?”

“Nothing,” Izuku says, a few more tendrils of black whip emerging to wrap around his other ankle so both of Izuku’s hands are free now.

“You call this nothing?” Bakugou tugs at his feet a bit, and black whip tightens to keep him in place.

Izuku ignores him. “I thought you weren’t ticklish?”

Bakugou frowns. “I’m not.”

“Then this is nothing,” Izuku teases, finally wiggling his fingers in earnest over both of Bakugou’s feet, now bound in his lap for him to do with as he pleases. The thought has his stomach flipping, molten lava settling low in his gut, and he can’t help his dick twitching in interest.

Bakugou’s reaction is beautiful, finally a small huff of laughter escaping him as he wiggles his feet as much as he can with black whip holding his ankles down. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, and they keep alternating from clutching at the cushion beneath him to hovering in the air as if he’s fighting his instinct of reaching down and showing Izuku away. His eyes are averting, as if the thought of watching Izuku tickle him is too much, and oh, he’s so cute.

Izuku’s feeling a little nice at the moment, but Bakugou’s fighting his laughter, and Izuku wants to hear him, so he moves his fingers up, scratching underneath his toes. Bakugou does laugh this time, covering his mouth with one hand in surprise as the sound escapes him. His toes curl, trying to block Izuku’s fingers, and a few more tendrils of black whip slither out and wrap around each of his toes, effectively prying them back so Izuku’s fingers can burrow into the soft, sensitive flesh there.

“Wait - no, Deku - ah, ahah.” His laughter is light and staccato, little gasps in between his growls as he covers his mouth with both hands now, muffling himself as his eyes squint in mirth. Once again, he could get Izuku to stop if he really wanted to, but besides the tugging and squirming of his bound feet, he’s not doing much else to get away.

That thought intrigues Izuku, and his confidence grows as he scratches in between his toes, pulled back and vulnerable thanks to black whip.

“I always thought your feet might be sensitive, you know, with how much you sweat and stuff,” Izuku muses, gears turning in his head as he makes mental notes on where Bakugou seems to react the most to. Underneath his toes seems much more ticklish than between them, but the arch of his sole seems equally as sensitive, especially when he pulls back one of the stirrup straps and rakes all five fingers up and down.

Bakugou gasps. “Y-you’re a d-dick,” he growls, but the words melt into laughter as Izuku does the same thing to his other foot before letting the strap go with a snap.

He gives Bakugou a moment to breathe, and the blonde finally lowers his hands from his mouth. His face is extremely flushed now, and he’s looking at Izuku with a mix of murderous intent and… want?

“Still not ticklish?” Izuku murmurs, rubbing his palms over Bakugou’s soles. The blonde twitches again, tensing, before relaxing when Izuku just rubs firmly, soothing.

“Once again - you’re a dick,” he grumbles.

“And you’re ticklish,” Izuku teases back, scratching his nails up the sides of Bakugou’s feet this time before making their way back to the soft, pink skin right beneath his toes.

“Don’t - Deku, st-stop! It f-fuckin’ - ”

“It what?” Izuku’s feeling mean now, and having Bakugou squirming because of him has his dick hardening more in his sweats. “It tickles?”

“I - I c-can’t - ahahaha!”

“You’re so strong, you can take it, can’t you?” And oh, Izuku’s playing dirty, because there’s nothing Bakugou hates than being told he can’t do something, and if he admits he can’t take the tickling, it’d be the same as admitting defeat, and Bakugou Katsuki is not someone who’s ever been defeated.

Although, Izuku thinks, watching as Bakugou covers his mouth again and squeezes his eyes shut, tickling might just be the key to finally defeating this man.

Izuku doesn’t like how muffled he sounds, though, so he uses more of black whip to sneakily slide up and twist around Bakugou’s wrists, tugging them away from his face. A few tendrils slip up his arms and slide underneath the sleeves of his hoodie, and Bakugou’s expression turns to panic.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” He hisses, but his lips are still twitching on a smile which ruins the intimidation of it. “This is an awful fuckin’ use of your quirk - ”

“So was last week, with yours,” Izuku interrupts, “when you were too lazy to microwave the popcorn and tried to just explode it instead.” Izuku laughs, remembering how long it took them to fish out all of the popcorn kernels from every single crevice in the living room.

“At least that was for a good reason!” Bakugou protests, squirming when the tendrils of black whip slip higher into his sleeves, nearly grazing his underarms now. His breathing is short, body tensed and mouth turned down in a pout.

“You’re saying this isn’t a good reason?”

“What, so fuckin’ torturing me is a good reason to abuse your quirk?”

“It’s torture?” Izuku murmurs. “I thought you weren’t ticklish.”

If Bakugou’s face could get any pinker, it would, and he bites his lip hard when Izuku wiggles black whip into the hollows of his underarms, keeping it light and feathery. Bakugou can’t hold out for long, though, and soon he’s gasping on a laugh and wriggling as much as he can in the hold Izuku has him in.

This time though, Izuku fails to notice Bakugou’s feet squirming aggressively, and Izuku freezes and gasps when the blonde’s bound feet nudge against the very obvious hard-on in his sweats.

Izuku swallows, his hands darting down to grab a hold of Bakugou’s feet. His toes are still tied back with black whip, and Izuku resists the urge to brush his fingers along the skin because something is unraveling inside of him and having Bakugou like this is quickly becoming addicting. Instead, he ducks his head, words escaping him as he opens his mouth but not coming up with anything to say.

A few seconds pass, Izuku preparing himself mentally for an explosion to blast him away or for disgusted yelling and screaming to occur. He’s already mentally drafting the text to Todoroki to ask if he can move in with him when Bakugou inevitably kicks him out once he’s freed.

A beat passes. One. Two. The silence is deafening, and Izuku finally manages to raise his eyes up to glance at Bakugou, surprised at the curious expression painted there. Bakugou nudges his heels gently against Izuku’s dick again, and Izuku hisses and bites his lip, apologies already spilling from his mouth,

“I’m s-sorry, shit, um - ”

“I should’ve fuckin’ known you’d be into something weird like this,” Bakugou says lowly, tilting his head a bit, almost like a cat analyzing it’s prey. “You’re a little freak, ain’t ya?”

The words should be harsh and piercing, but Bakugou sounds like he’s…. teasing him. And not in the mean, bullying way that Izuku was expecting. Their eyes meet, and Izuku sees a small hint of a smirk when Bakugou presses his heels in harder, wiggling against Izuku’s clothed cock as much as he can in his restraints.

“Kacchan - ah,” Izuku sighs, cheeks burning. “What’re you - ”

“What is it you like about it, huh?” Bakugou asks, his voice low.

Izuku’s head feels like it’s going to explode. “I don’t… I don’t know? I didn’t even - I mean… I like….”

Bakugou raises an eyebrow. His arms are still held tightly with black whip, the tendrils under his arms twitch when Izuku stutters, making Bakugou squeak quietly and jerk in his hold. That has Izuku’s eyes darkening again, and Bakugou still hasn’t blasted him away. If anything he’s egging him on, and Izuku’s mind races with what this might mean.

“I like… you,” Izuku starts off slowly.

“Me?” Bakugou questions, and if Izuku isn’t mistaken, there’s a twinge of something akin to hope in his voice.

“Yeah, you,” Izuku breathes, all rational thoughts thrown to the wayside now. “But I also like… having you, like this,” Izuku plays with the stirrup straps on Bakugou’s soles, fiddling with the fabric, breathing hard when Bakugou squirms each time his fingers graze the skin. “I like feeling you squirm. Hearing you laugh. Having you all… y’know, vulnerable for me?”

As he speaks, a few more tendrils of black whip slip under the front hem of Bakugou’s hoodie, slithering up and tapping away at his ribs. That has Bakugou giggling again, and god, Izuku loves his laugh. This is different from his normal laugh, it’s softer and hiccupy and the sound sends white-hot heat straight to his dick. Shit, could he come from this? Just from having Bakugou squirming and laughing and bound up like a perfect little present?

“Jesus - Izuku,” Bakugou laughs, rubbing his thighs together, and Izuku’s eyes widen when he sees a bulge in his leggings, now visible from where his hoodie has ridden up.

Izuku’s brain short-circuits then, and he’s now laser focused on the other boy, fingers moving almost mindlessly as they go back to scratching beneath sensitive toes. Izuku keeps his eyes on Bakugou’s face, his expressions, every twitch of his brow, and the blonde chokes on a laugh and ducks his head, trying to hide his face since Izuku has his arms pulled aside.

“What do you like about it?” Izuku asks, growing bolder the more Bakugou squirms.

“Fuck, oh my g-god, I d-dont - !”

Izuku moves finally, and though he keeps Bakugou bound with his quirk, he crawls up until he’s seated, straddling Bakugou’s thighs where they’re squeezed together, and now Izuku’s just a nudge away from Bakugou’s own obvious arousal.

“You don’t like it?” Izuku says, and this time, he withdraws black whip from underneath Bakugou’s hoodie, instead sliding his own hands beneath the fabric to touch bare skin. His hands are warm and large, fingers curling gently over Bakugou’s deliciously tapered waist, and though he doesn’t do anything yet, Bakugou’s shifting and squirming beneath him already.

Bakugou’s eyes meet Izuku’s finally, and when Izuku flicks his gaze down to Bakugou’s cock, hard as a rock in his leggings, Bakugou groans and ducks his head again.

“It’s not - I don’t know!” Bakugou breathes out, frustration clear in his voice. “You’re just - fuck, it’s weird.”

“It’s not that weird, Kacchan,” Izuku murmurs, and Bakugou tugs helplessly at his arms again. Izuku hums, pulling his arms with black whip until his wrists are crossed, and then slowly - absolutely mean - he lifts Bakugou’s arms up and back until his elbows are bent, bound hands pulled behind his head and forcing Bakugou to lean back more into the arm of the couch. Izuku slides further up, straddling Bakugou’s thighs until their clothed cocks finally brush, and Bakugou breathes out a shaky noise.

“It’s okay,” Izuku breathes.

“Let me go,” Bakugou grumbles, but his eyes are averted, blush high on his cheeks, teeth gnawing at his lower lip nervously. And wow, having Bakugou nervous, beneath him where Izuku can feel the heat radiating off of his body, has Izuku grinding forward, rubbing their dicks together firmly.

Bakugou instinctively tries to buck his hips up, but with the way he’s bound up, he can’t get too much leverage. Once again, he’s still not blasting Izuku off into the sun with his own quirk, so Izuku drums his fingers against Bakugou’s bare sides, drawing little circles with his thumbs right beneath his ribs.

“Ah - ” Bakugou hiccups on another strained giggle, and Izuku grins at him sharply.

“What do you like about it?” Izuku repeats, tickling oh-so-gently, because now that he has his hands touching him, he can’t stop. He can feel every hitch of breath, can feel his body tremble with restrained laughter, and there’s definitely no going back from here.

When Bakugou doesn’t respond, Izuku creeps his hands higher, towards the upper part of his ribs. His hoodie is bunched up completely now, and although Izuku would love to remove the damn piece of clothing, he’s scared if he lets Bakugou go now, this electric bubble they’re both in will pop and Izuku will have missed his chance completely.

He grinds against Bakugou again, while at the same time finally digging into his ribs, and the explosive laughter that Bakugou lets out has Izuku groaning out loud.

“Okay - okahahay! Fuck!” Bakugou yelps, taking a breath when Izuku’s fingers finally pause. “I - fuck, I don’t know. I like… how it feels, not being… not being able to move or some shit, I guess.”

Bakugou looks like he’d rather die than tell Izuku all of this, but Izuku’s already gotten this far, and there’s nothing that would ever make him stop now. The blurred line is now vanished completely, and Izuku murmurs quietly,

“You like being tied up, Kacchan?”

Bakugou frowns, glaring at him, but doesn’t respond.

Izuku continues, smirking. “You like being tied up by me?”

Bakugou squirms a bit, staying defiantly silent.

“You like being tickled like this? Helpless, vulnerable, letting me do whatever I want to you while you can’t do anything to stop it?” Izuku has no idea where this filthy mouth of his came from, but he takes this newfound confidence and harnesses it, slipping a hand down to cup Bakugou through his leggings and squeeze.

“Nn - fuck,” Bakugou pants. “No, you asshole, I don’t like being tickled - ”

“I disagree,” Izuku says, and this time when he pinches at Bakugou’s ribs, he can feel Bakugou’s cock jump beneath his hand as the blonde gasps out a laugh. “I actually think you really like it.”

“Just - when it’s you,” Bakugou finally gasps out, giggling softly as Izuku crawls his hand higher. His words give Izuku pause, Izuku’s heart beating rapidly in his chest because oh. Okay. Just when it’s him? Because it’s him?

Oh.

“Kacchan,” Izuku breathes, a magnetic pull tugging at his chest until he’s ducking down and kissing the laughter right out of Bakugou’s mouth. The blonde moans, tilting his head to the side to kiss him deeper, and Izuku happily licks into his mouth, chasing the feeling of god, fuck, finally.

Bakugou jerks his head to the side though when Izuku’s hand creeps higher, fluttering dangerous fingers into his underarm, and he yelps on a laugh, squirming and bucking up into Izuku’s other hand still kneading at his dick.

“Oh my god,” Bakugou giggles, shaking his head back and forth, and Izuku takes a moment to duck lower and kiss his neck, licking up beneath his jaw, biting gently right under his ear. That has Bakugou squeaking again, and Izuku moans as he feels the blonde tremble against him.

“God, you’re so cute,” Izuku moans in disbelief. “How can you be so hot and cute at the same time?”

“Y-you should be - ah, ahaha - asking yourself th-that - fuck, Izuku, I cahahan’t!”

Izuku stops tickling him for a moment and grins. “You think I’m hot and cute?”

“Not right now, while you’re ti - ,” Bakugou cuts himself off with an embarrassed grunt, not even able to say the actual word, and Izuku takes note of that happily, “Also, fuck you, I’m not cute.”

Izuku doesn’t respond right away, instead opting for shoving Bakugou’s leggings down so they’re bunched around his thighs, freeing his dick, before settling back up where he was seated before. He pulls his own cock out of his sweats, and when he wraps a large, calloused hand around them both and strokes, squeezing perfectly tight, Bakugou throws his head back and moans.

Tendrils of black whip slide down his legs where his feet are still tightly held in place, and as they flutter and scratch beneath his toes more intensely this time, Bakugou actually lets out a small sob, his eyes tearing up as he simultaneously tries to tug at his legs while also squirming up into Izuku’s hand on their cocks.

“You’re feet are so sensitive,” Izuku muses, his pupils so dark his eyes look black, and although Bakugou can’t really kiss him back while he’s laughing, that doesn’t stop Izuku from swallowing up every little noise he makes, lips spit-slick and panting against Bakugou’s mouth.

“Izu - Izuku, plehehease - ah, fuck, fuck,” He sounds like something straight out of one of Izuku’s wet dreams, and Izuku leans back again to stare at his face. Bakugou’s eyes are screwed up now, tears leaking out from the corners, and Izuku coos at him.

“Baby,” he says sweetly, “Is it too much?”

“Y-yes, I can’t - Izuku please.”

“I think you’re stronger than that. It’s just tickling,” Izuku teases. Bakugou’s cock is leaking, and it’s making the slide of Izuku’s hand on them both so, so good. Izuku brings out some more tendrils of black whip, sliding them right back underneath Bakugou’s hoodie to return to the warmth of his underarms, and Bakugou screams.

“It’s so - ahhaha, it’s t-too much,” Bakugou whines, his breathless giggling mixed with moans that sound as if they’re being punched out of him, and his body is strung tight, so tight Izuku can feel how close he is to breaking.

There’s something so incredibly sweet about taking Bakugou completely apart like this. Izuku pants and grinds into his own hand, squeezing and rubbing the head of his cock against the blonde’s, and while black whip continues tormenting Bakugou’s poor feet and underarms, Izuku’s own free hand comes up to grip Bakugou by the chin, forcing him to look at him, eyes blurry through his tears.

“Tell me how it feels,” he whispers, his lips just a breath away from Bakugou’s, feeling the warm desperate noises coming out of the boy’s mouth.

Izuku swipes his thumb over the head of Bakugou’s cock, his own arousal forgotten as he slips down to squeeze at the base tightly, preventing the blonde from actually coming. Bakugou makes a guttural, desperate noise, and Izuku’s grip tightens on his face, keeping him there, watching him.

Izuku’s quirk is nearly everywhere by now, black whip slithering beneath the leggings to stroke behind his knees, a few more tendrils brushing and tickling at his neck, and even more settled beneath his hoodie, prodding and digging and relentless. The fight has completely left Bakugou finally, and he’s slumped against the arm of the couch, body shaking and fighting the plethora of sensations that are overwhelming him.

“Hey,” Izuku laughs a bit, “Baby, c’mon. Tell me how it feels.”

It almost feels evil, watching as Bakugou tries to speak, to come with something, anything to get Izuku to - what, to stop tickling him? To keep tickling him? To stroke his dick again until he comes all over himself? Bakugou’s brain is mush, and Izuku revels in the desperation painted on the boy’s blushing face.

“It - fuck, it f-feels like torture,” Bakugou manages to gasp out, but he bucks his hip up when he feels black whip dig into the ticklish dip of his hip.

“You like being tortured, it seems,” Izuku points out as Bakugou’s cock leaks another bead of precome, so red and hard it’s nearly purple.

“No - ” Bakugou hiccups on his laughter, eyes widening when Izuku raises a brow,, “I mean - fine, shihihit - yes, yes, I like it, god fucking d-damnit Izuku!”

“Shh,” Izuku soothes, but he doesn’t release his hold at the base of Bakugou’s cock.

“Please,” Bakugou whines, and Izuku nearly comes when he realizes he has Bakugou exactly where he wants him.

“Please what?” Izuku releases Bakugou’s chin and his hand slips under the hoodie, pinching right at Bakugou’s top rib, a place Izuku’s learned makes him absolutely lose it.

“Pl-please let me - ah, ahaha fuhuhuck - please let me c-come!” Bakugou’s crying in earnest now, ducking his head down to press his forehead against the crook of Izuku’s neck, and Izuku’s heart leaps when the blonde bites down on Izuku’s shirt, trying to muffle his noises in the fabric.

It’s adorable, and Izuku sighs happily. “Of course, Kacchan.”

He grabs ahold of both of their cocks again, this time stroking in earnest, fast and quick. It doesn’t take more than a few pumps of his hand before Bakugou is crying out against Izuku’s neck, writhing beneath him as he comes, and Izuku keeps tickling him through it. The sensation is electric, Bakugou’s body fighting to distinguish between pleasure and torment, and Izuku groans loudly as he uses Bakugou’s come to stroke his own cock.

“St-stop,” Bakugou giggles, completely breathless, “Too - too f-fucking much - please - ”

Izuku ducks back down to kiss the sweet helpless laughter right out of his mouth, finally coming, his own come mixing with Bakugou’s between them. Izuku heaves a deep breath, slumping against Bakugou as black whip finally retracts, disappearing back into his body and releasing the blonde from their clutches.

It’s quiet for a moment, Bakugou’s arms having fallen limp at his sides, head still buried in Izuku’s neck as he catches his breath. When he shifts, flexing his legs a little, Izuku leans back, sitting up and brushing Bakugou’s hair back from his sweaty forehead.

“Holy fuck,” Bakugou manages, blinking leftover tears from his eyes. “You’re fuckin’ evil, you know that?”

Izuku giggles nervously, still riding the high of whatever the hell just happened between them. Bakugou finally lifts his arms, wrapping them around Izuku’s waist loosely, and Izuku’s heart flutters when Bakugou leans up to press a kiss to the corner of Izuku’s mouth.

“You liked it,” Izuku says, turning to kiss him properly, now able to happily lick into the warmth without Bakugou’s laughter hindering him.

“Fuck off,” Bakugou murmurs into his mouth. “So what if I did, huh?”

Izuku just hums, because that blurred line being gone means that now he can kiss Bakugou whenever he wants, and that thought has him grinning widely and winding his arms around Bakugou’s neck.

“Ew, no, don’t get your nasty jizz-hands in my hair!” Bakugou protests, and Izuku laughs out loud, pulling his arms back quickly.

“Shit - sorry, sorry! We should probably get cleaned up, huh? Your hoodie is covered in come.”

“Good thing it’s not my hoodie, then,” Bakugou smirks. His cheeks are still flushed, and Izuku rolls his eyes as he takes his come-covered hand and smacks it right into Bakugou’s cheek before darting off of him and running away like his life depends on it.

Bakugou shrieks and scrambles to chase after him, and Izuku’s laughter echoes happily through their apartment.

#bakudeku #dekubaku #bnha #bnha tickling #tickling #worm writes #tickle fic

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yaimlight · 1 year

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Pairing: pro hero Bakugou Katsuki x gender neutral reader

Warnings: like 3 swear words and the briefest most vague hint of sex might of happened at some point

One thing Katsuki hates is people being all up in his business. Now that he’s number two people seem to think they have some sort of right to him, like he doesn’t get to have a private life now that he’s finally made it to the top. Well, the top bar one but Katsuki had given up thinking he would ever make it to the number one spot a long time ago. Deku was too much like All Might for that to happen. The point is that it pisses Katsuki off. He’s a private person by nature and he can’t stand those nosy extras trying to force their way into his life when they had no right to be there.

That’s why you decide to keep whatever it is going on between the two of you quiet, at least whilst it’s still new anyway. He doesn’t want you getting hounded by the press and his crazy ass fans and you don’t want to deal with the inevitable gossip and hostility your relationship would bring. His fans really were crazy and you had seen before how vicious they could be when it came to the people Katsuki dated, deeming them unworthy of his attention and making sure they knew it too.

Katsuki doesn’t even tell his friends, often making up lies and excuses about staying late at work when in reality he was halfway across the city, hood up and face mask on whilst he snuck into your apartment building. It’s not that he doesn’t trust them, it's just easier this way. The less people that know the less likely it is that it will get out about your relationship. Plus Katsuki kind of enjoys it, having you all to himself. It’s stupid and selfish, he knows that but he likes knowing this is something just for him, for the two of you to enjoy without all the stress going public would bring.

The problem is though, as the months go by and your relationship starts to get serious Katsuki finds that he doesn’t want to hide it any more. He spends more nights at yours now then he does his own apartment, half your closet and draw space now full of his clothes. He even keeps a spare set of his hero uniform at yours in case of an emergency. It’s all sickeningly domestic. Katsuki actually likes listening to you talk about your day whilst he makes dinner, looks forward to cuddling up on the couch whilst you watch trash tv of a night and he definitely enjoys sharing a bed with you, feeling you curled up against his side as he drapes himself over you. He enjoys the other stuff you get up to in bed as well but there’s something strangely pleasing about waking up with you in his arms.

So yeah, Katsuki’s at the point now where he wants to stop hiding, wants to proudly show you off to the world and maybe move all his stuff into your apartment. Katsuki had never been good with feelings and talking about things though so he has no clue how to approach the topic let alone ask for more from you. He doesn’t even know how you feel about going public, you never having mentioned anything about wanting to stop sneaking around and take the next step in your relationship. Katsuki doesn’t want to ruin things between the two of you, doesn’t want you to feel pressured into doing something you don’t want to so he keeps his mouth shut, letting the feeling stew as he tries to work out how invested in this, in him, you are.

The two of you worked well together, better than Katsuki had gotten along with any of his previous partners. It’s why he felt so comfortable around you, why he had let things get so far with you when normally he would have called it quits months ago. Sure the two of you argued every now and then, every couple did and though you came across as calm and mild mannered you could give as good as you got, your temper burning just as bright as Katsuki’s. It’s one of the things he liked about you, the fact that you didn’t back down and stood your ground, even if it did frustrate the hell out of him sometimes.

You were good together and Katsuki was pretty sure that if he asked you about making things official you would say yes but there’s that little bit of uncertainty that keeps him from just blurting it out over dinner. He almost brought it up a couple of times, had come close to asking you to some agency event or charity thing but he had chickened out at the last moment. Something he had berated himself for as soon as he was alone.

Maybe it would be best to introduce you to his friends first, Eijiro first perhaps. Ease you in before he lets the idiot squad loose on you. At least the red head wouldn’t freak out and start shrieking at you like the others would, demanding to know things that Katsuki would rather they not and telling stories that were sure to embarrass him. He would still rather take that over the vultures that were the media and general public. At least with that lot he knew it was just because they were excited and happy for him, everyone else would just want to know for the sake of it, uncaring of whatever damage they might cause in their search for information.

In the end though Katsuki doesn’t get the chance to introduce you to Eijiro, to any one actually because the choice gets taken away from and it’s all his fault.

Katsuki had been tired, having been on shift for almost twelve hours and having dealt with one annoying criminal after another. It had been late, well on its way towards 3am and all Katsuki had wanted was to crawl into bed and wrap himself around you. He should go back to his own place, shouldn’t wake you up when you had work in a couple of hours but he’s selfish and unwilling to go a whole night without seeing you. He doesn’t bother going back to the agency to change, just uses his quirk to get up onto the rooftops and starts making his way towards your apartment building.

He’s not quiet. Doesn’t even think about it as he moves across the rooftops. He’s too tired to care, to even notice that he’s causing a disturbance and drawing attention to himself. He does try and tone it down though when he gets closer to your place, his tired and aching body protesting the continued use of his quirk. He still has to use his quirk though, his explosions seeming even louder in the early morning quiet.

When he finally makes it to your building he doesn’t expect to find you still awake let alone up and about. Yet there are you, dressed in your pyjamas and lent against the railing of your balcony, staring out across the sleeping city with a steaming mug of something in your hand. He doesn’t hesitate to jump from the roof, the boom of his quirk loud and echoing as he uses it to make it safely across the gap. You don’t even flinch as he lands next to you, staying in the exact same position and waiting for him to come to you. Katsuki’s feet had barely touched the balcony before he was moving, taking a few short steps to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face into the curve of your neck. He relaxes instantly, letting the tension fall away from him at the familiar comfort of your body.

He lingers there for a moment, just a moment but it’s long enough to seal both your fates.

You sigh softly at the contact, sinking back into his body briefly before you’re turning in his arms and forcing him to take a slight step backwards. He grunts in displeasure at being moved from his comfortable spot but his annoyance is quickly forgotten when you lean up and press a quick and soft kiss to his lips. When you pull away you move back into your apartment, taking Katsuki’s hand and pulling him along behind you. He goes willingly, making sure to slide the balcony doors closed behind him and shutting out the rest of the world. It’s dark in your apartment without any lights on and it takes his eyes a few seconds to adjust, until he’s able to make out the shape of you in front of him.

You’re the one who strips off his uniform, deft fingers making quick work of all his buttons and buckles. His boots are left next to the couch and his gauntlets placed on the dining table whilst his clothes end up thrown over the back of the arm chair. You coax him into a warm shower, stripping off your own clothes and sliding in behind him. He lets you scrub the dirt off his body and rub shampoo into his hair, your fingers massaging at his scalp and leaving him groaning at the feeling.

He’s slow and sluggish when you get out, half asleep and only just able to keep his eyes open as you rub his hair dry. You get him into bed first, Katsuki’s eyes closing almost as soon as his head hits the pillow. He stirs a little when you get in next to him, Katsuki blindly reaching out for you and pulling you closer against his side so he can press his face into your neck once more. He falls asleep quickly, exhaustion finally taking hold of him and the familiar smell of your shampoo and body wash lulling him into a dreamless sleep.

He’s rudely awoken a few hours later to the insistent buzzing of his phone. Groaning he had blindly reached for it, hanging up on whoever was stupid enough to call him on his day off without even looking. Still grumbling he had rolled over, expecting to be able to wrap his arm around you and go back to sleep. His searching hand comes up empty though and that’s what really wakes him up, Katsuki lifting his head with a scowl like he could will you back into the bed. He can hear you though, the low murmur of your voice floating in through the open bedroom door so at least he knew you hadn’t slipped off to work without saying goodbye again.

He’s reluctant to get out of bed, sleep already calling him but Katsuki doesn’t want to miss the opportunity to see you, if only briefly, before you leave for the day. His phone was still buzzing and Katsuki made sure to grab it off the side as he pushed himself from the bed and made his way out into the hall. There’s a load of messages and notifications along with what feels like a hundred miss calls from not only his agency but Eijiro as well as Mina. There’s even a couple from the old hag. That twigs Katsuki on to the fact something must be going on. His mother didn’t call him for anything other than an emergency and paired that with the fact it looked like everyone he knew had tried to get a hold of him in the last couple of hours it didn’t bode well. His phone starts to vibrate again, Eijiro’s name flashing across the screen. Katsuki was going to answer but then he walks into the living room and finds you pacing whilst whispering agitatedly into your phone and any thought of answering his own phone disappears.

You’re already dressed for work, your briefcase sitting abandoned on the couch next to his now folded uniform. You jackets tossed across the back of the chair, your keys sat atop it giving Katsuki the impression you had been on your way out when whoever was on the phone had stopped you in your tracks. You don’t look happy, eyebrows furrowed and lips turned down in a frown as you continue to argue with whoever’s on the phone. You look worried and that’s not something Katsuki’s used to. He doesn’t like it, chucking his phone on the couch and stalking towards you so he can find out what the hell is going on.

The movement catches your attention and before Katsuki can even make it across the room you’ve hung up the phone, spinning round to look at Katsuki with a strained smile and tears in your eyes. Something bad has had to have happened, a sense of dread filling him as the worse case scenarios race through his mind. When he asks you what’s wrong he gets an apology, a torrent or words falling from your lips so quickly that you could give Deku a run for his money.

He can hardly understand what you’re saying, especially when the tears that had been clinging to your lashes start to fall. He tries to calm you down, wipes away your tears as he tries to get out of you what the hell had happened without showing his own growing panic. In the end you don’t tell him what’s wrong, you just hand over your phone with one of the local newspapers' web pages opened and Katsuki finally finds out why his phone had been going off so much.

It’s a photo, dark and grainy but Katsuki can make out the familiar silhouette he casts against the dull light shining through your balcony doors. It doesn’t need the rather large headline of ‘Heroes Secret Midnight Rendezvous’ to make it clear what’s going on, your shadowy figure leaning in towards Katsuki and head angled up towards him for a kiss. Dread fills him as he shakily scrolls down looking at the other photos that show the two of you kissing and then you leading him into your apartment by the hand. It’s obvious what people will think is going on, what the newspaper has presented it as and the thought of people talking about you like that sends a stab of anger and worry through Katsuki’s heart.

You're still babbling, what Katsuki thinks could be apologies or excuses about the images but he’s not really listening. Instead he’s paying more attention to what’s on your phone than what you're saying to him. A mistake on his part because he knows how his silence could be taken but he’s too busy trying not to get angry and lash out at you. This isn’t your fault and you don’t deserve to be the one dealing with the fallout. Not from him and not from the stupid extras whose attention you now have.

The article itself is rubbish, just describing the images and speculating about who you are and how serious things could be between the two of you considering the time he had turned up at the apartment and how there had been no hint of him having been in a relationship beforehand. There’s nothing in it that identifies you, nothing that could even hint at giving you away but it’s only a matter of time now until someone finds out who you are. It will be almost like a witch hunt, everyone sticking their noses into Katsuki’s business and digging around until they find that one little bit of information that will lead them right back to you.

Shit.

This wasn’t how he had wanted things to go. Yeah he wanted to go public, wanted to finally be able to take you out to all the best restaurants and away on romantic getaways but this was never how he wanted it to come out. He had never gotten the chance to ask you what it was you wanted, if you even wanted this thing between the two of you to be something more than a fling. What if, now that it was all out in the open you decided that this wasn’t what you wanted. That it had been fun and all but you weren’t actually interested in anything more with him? Katsuki couldn’t say he would blame you if you did, not with how his previous partners had been treated but he wouldn’t let you go without a fight. He was pretty sure he loved you and he would be willing to do a lot to keep you in his life, including going back to only seeing you once every week or so and not staying the night. It would kill him but if it was only he could have you in his life then he would take it.

It’s then, as he’s trying to figure out a way to keep you with him, that Katsuki actually registers what you’re saying and he comes to realise just how big a pair of idiots the two of you have been.

Frowning, he finally looks up from your phone only to find you sitting on the chair, head buried in your hands and completely unaware that you have given Katsuki the best news he’s had in a while.

He was right, you were apologising but not for the reasons he thought you would be. Whilst Katsuki had been panicking that you were going to leave him, you had come to the conclusion that he was going to do the same to you. You were taking the blame for the photos, apologising for having been out on the balcony when he turned up when you knew you shouldn’t have been but you had seen how tired he had looked on the news and you had been worried about what kind of state he would be in when he got there. Katsuki would have called you an idiot because it had clearly been his loud ass that had drawn people's attention to him but what comes out of your mouth next has his brain short circuiting and any form of rebuttal dying on his lips.

You tell him that you would understand if he wants to call it quits, that you knew he hadn’t wanted people to know he had been seeing you and now that it was all over the press you fully expected him to pack his stuff and head back home, never to look your way again. You’re not crying any more but it’s a close thing and you’re just kind of babbling nonsense but it’s everything Katsuki has wanted to hear because the next thing you say is that you’re sorry. You’re sorry because you didn’t mean to be so emotional, you're sorry because you had known that this wouldn’t last but you had wanted to have as long as you could with him. Because you enjoyed spending time with him but more importantly because you were pretty sure you were in love with him.

It’s an accident. Well Katsuki thinks it is anyway because you don’t even seem to register what you have just told him. Katsuki though can’t stop replaying the words in his head, over and over again on a loop that has his heart beating like a drum and a wide smile curling up the corners on his mouth. He feels like an idiot, standing there grinning like a madman to the point his cheeks are starting to hurt, not to mention that he probably looks a little psychotic right now but he can’t really bring himself to care. He had all the answers he needed now, knew exactly where he stood with you and he wasn’t going to let a single second go past without doing what he had wanted to do for weeks now.

He chucks your phone onto the couch in the vague direction of your stuff before stalking across the small room in a couple of strides. When he’s standing before you Katsuki drops to his knees between your legs, taking your hands in his and gently pulling them away from your face. Your eyes are red rimmed and a little puffy when you look up at, resignation in your eyes that quickly turns to confusion when you see him smiling at you. Your brows furrowed even more when he asks you out on a date and he has to repeat himself twice more before you actually seem to understand what he means when he barks out that he wants to date you like a fucking normal couple.

Now he knows how you feel he expects you to say yes to his proposal. What he doesn’t expect is for you to scream yes at him before lunging at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and causing him to tumble backwards onto the floor. His phone is still buzzing away on the couch and yours is making that annoying dinging noise he hates so much but Katsuki doesn’t care. He doesn’t think he’s ever been quite as happy as he is now, rolling around on the floor with you in his arms, exchanging kisses between laughter.

This wasn’t how he had wanted people to find out about the two of you and he really wasn’t looking forward to having to explain himself to the PR department or the grilling he’s going to get from the idiot squad but he can’t find it in himself to be to angry about the invasion of his privacy. He’s finally gotten what he wants and he’s damned well not going to regret a single moment of how he got here.

Now, how long after your first public date would be considered too soon to ask you to move in with him because he sure as hell ain’t going to wait that long again.

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theglitterypages · 1 year

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BNHA Headcanons: What kind of person they would fall in to and how they'd fall in love.

Shoto Todoroki

• Now, we all know how Shoto grew up. He didn't have a happy childhood. He's got Mommy and Daddy issues and even if he's working on it, Shoto's past would definitely affect the way he falls in love.

• He would definitely fall in love to a home maker. Someone mature, someone gentle and good with kids, a girl who's good at cooking, a girl who's soft spoken and all that.

• Shoto wants someone with a positive thinking. His childhood is full of negative vibes and events so meeting someone who's always positive would help him so much.

• Girl you're not therapy but every time he sees you, it feels like everything bad that happened didn't happen at all. Having you by his side makes him hopeful.

• He's young but Shoto is the "date to marry" kind of guy. The moment you two started dating, this kid will imagine having a family with you.

• Shoto is 100% a romantic. This is another visible reflection of his past in his life and personality. Since he saw his parents relationship, he didn't want to be anything like his Dad. He will treat you the way he wished his Mom was treated. I mean, he'll spoil you so be prepared.

• Shoto's love language? Gift giving, acts of service, words of affirmation, physical touch, quality time and everything you could ever think of. He's starving in all forms of love so please spoil him.

• 100% possessive. Not in an unhealthy way, Shoto values you so much, coz you're everything that he wants and need in his life. He's afraid that someone else will take you from him if he takes his eye off of you.

• Shoto will be 100/10 boyfie. Please be nice to him.

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Shoto often wonders how it feels to fall in love. He's seen how it is in television shows and movies that his classmates watch in their free time but he's intrigued on how it happens in real life.

He didn't witness it in his own home so he have no idea.

But he started wondering about all of this because of you. Now, you're great friends and you guys get along really well. Like Deku, he can open up to you pretty easily but Shoto started feeling strange, there's something different with the way he sees you and he knows it.

It all started when he got sick. Yes, Shoto gets sick, even though it's rare. He has a hard time dealing with sickness. He would have nightmares or he would repeatedly call out for his Mom while he sleeps.

After classes, you went straight to the dorm and check up on Shoto just to see him lying on his bed as he calls his Mom over and over again, his voice cracks as if he's close to crying.

"Hey, hey, Shoto-kun. Wake up..." You whispered softly as you gently shake his shoulders to wake him up. His eyes slowly opened and he let out a small gasp of surprise as he looked up at you.

"YN? I-I what are you doing here?"

You smiled warmly and helped him get up on his bed. "Class just finished and I was gonna give you my notes but it looks like you need something else. How are you?" You asked. You were frowing for a bit, your breathing was quite heavy and your eyes were unfocused. Shoto could sense your worry so he gave you a smile to calm you down. "I'm fine, I'll be good to go to class tomorrow." You shook your head and held his hand. "You don't look fine at all. Wait for me here, alright?" Before he could even answer, you already made your way out of his room and he chuckled quietly, it's his first time seeing you panic like that.

When you went back, you were carrying a tray with food on it. "I cooked some porridge for you and I brought some meds." You told him as you place the tray in the table beside his bed. You sat on the edge of his bed, you picked up the spoon and you met his eyes. "Say 'ahh', Sho." Shoto was hesistant at first but he still opened his mouth and let you feed him.

"You know, I'm well enough to feed myself." He said after drinking some water. "I know, but I want to take care of you." You answered. Shoto looked at you as you look at the medicines you brought with you. "These are the ones recommended for someone with your quirk. I was told it's natural for you to have an unstable temperature every now and then because of your quirk. And all we can do is try and regulate your body temp." You handed him a tablet and the glass of water. Shoto just looked at it but your disappointed sigh made him take the meds from your hand.

After drinking his meds, you placed a hand on his forehead and your eyes widened when you noticed how cold he was. "Are you okay? Aren't you cold?" Shoto nods his head, "I'm good. It's just because of my quirk." He lied down and you still couldn't be at ease knowing that this happens to him. Knowing his family history, you'd know that Shoto wouldn't let anyone else help him whenever he's sick.

"Refrain from using your quirk. Even if you're cold, you can't use your fire to heat yourself up. Just wrap yourself in a blanket for now." You tucked him in before you stood up and made your way to his cabinet. Your eyes scanned his belongings, looking for particular clothes and when you saw it you whispered a small yey before you went back to Shoto's bed.

"Wear this jacket, you can just take it off once you start heating up."

Shoto finds himself feeling much better, he was listening to your stories about how the classes went today but he drifted off to sleep, it must be the medicines but the last thing he heard was you ranting about Bakugo's attitude.

You noticed Shoto's lack of response and when you looked at him, you smiled. He's finally asleep, you brushed the strands of his hair that covers his eye. You gently traced his scar and you felt bad. He's gone through so much in such a young age.

"You deserve some rest, Sho-kun." You whispered before leaning down to kiss his forehead.

It was only one of the many occasions that you've made Shoto feel like he's so worthy to be love and taken care of. He was not used to that kind of kindness and gentleness, he didn't know how to react properly but he just finds himself wanting more of your love and care.

He was injured after a villain attack. It was nothing major and serious but you showed up on the school's clinic after he got treatment for Recovery Girl, you were bawling your eyes out, checking him up as you look for any injuries.

"I'm fine, stop crying."

"Stop charging towards the enemy like that! You didn't know their quirks but they know yours! You wouldn't know if they can—" he hugged you tightly to shut you up. He's smiling, he's smiling like a goddamn idiot as he felt you bury your head on his neck, still crying, whispering how worried you were and he loved it. He loved how you fit so perfectly in his arms on that moment.

"Hush now, my love. I'm safe."

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kitthepurplepotato · 10 months

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MWRMI part 5

My Weird Roommate, Midoriya Izuku

Week 3 Part 1 - Reality Check.

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Summary: Living with pro hero Deku was too good to be true; when Midoriya doesn’t come home one night, Y/N realizes how painful it is to love the Number One Hero.

Warnings: Injured Deku, swear words, a hint of angst.

First part Master List

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After having Midoriya around you for a whole day the house feels cold and strange without the green haired nerd. Your moping got to a point when even All Meowt felt sorry enough for you to come out and keep you company so needless to say, you definitely look pathetic right now.

Sometimes, when the urge to see your flatmate got unbearable you messaged him about stupid things; random hero fun facts, fan arts, screenshots, a picture of you cooking his favorite meal and for your surprise, Midoriya responded to all of them.

After a while he also started to send you random pictures about his patrol; sometimes it was just a lovely picture of the sunset but sometimes they were grimy and disgusting; pictures of his injuries or a selfie of Midoriya with a massive black eye. Usually, by the time the greenette came home the injuries were gone thanks to the amazing healer guy they have on their team, but that doesn’t make it easier to see him like that. Being close to a hero isn’t a fucking dream, it’s more like a nightmare. You never know when it’s the last time you see him and you can never sleep soundly until you hear the door open; what if he ends up in a hospital and no one informs you? What if he comes home thinking he’s all okay but there is an internal bleeding killing him slowly while he sleeps?

Yeah, being close to heroes suck.

But let’s come back to the present now; to the present that’s also not so pleasant.

You wake up in the middle of the night to a notification on your phone; you dozed off on the table again while working on another project. The notification almost makes you throw up; it’s an article about a massive fight in the middle of the city, not too far away from your current home. You turn on the TV as the article states it’s being aired live; you can see pro hero Deku, barely standing on the sidelines while the rest of his team finishes the work in the middle. Dynamight manages to catch the last villain, so technically the heroes won, but you can’t help the tears trailing down your cheeks from seeing your friend wobbling to the nearest emergency station before passing out in the nurse’s arms.

You try to keep calm but you can’t stop yourself from sending him a message.

You: Please send me a message when you wake up, Midoriya!

Just as you expected, there is no response coming back. Fuck.

Thankfully, All Meowth graces you with his existence and lets you pet his fluffy little head. What a supportive little animal.

After a few dreadful minutes; 40, to be exact, there is a notification on your phone.

Midoriya: ….!hehdgeuehdbgenevrm

Midoriya: I!m oksbdgeb

Midoriya: fuxk

Midoriya: Hey Freeloader, stop freaking the shit out, I’ll bring him home as soon as he’s coherent. Make him some soup or some shit, the fucker didn’t take a break today. I’m also hungry by the way and I deserve a fucking serving.”

You don’t need to think twice to know who wrote that message. You sigh and take a deep, shaky breath.

He’s fine. He’s coming home.

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“We’re home!” Dynamight’s loud and hoarse voice breaks through the silence.

In any other situation, you would probably take five to ten minutes to fangirl over the fact that Dynamight is here; he might be rough and abrasive towards everyone but his good looks and heroic deeds still managed to take him to the second place on the hero rankings; but right now, you can only see the green haired man who’s holding into his shoulders like he can’t even stand straight without help.

“Midoriya…” You run through the living room to check up on him but Dynamight puts his arms out to stop you in your tracks.

“He’s high.” He declares. “Our healer’s quirk likes to kick you in the ass when it’s overused. He’s not aware of his surroundings, so don’t even bother.” The blonde hero rolls his eyes and makes his way towards the kitchen, the greenette limping after him, still holding the guy’s shoulder like a lifeline.

“Izuku, we are going to eat and then you are going to bed, okay?” Dynamight pushes Izuku’s chin up to force eye contact; he speaks to him with a soft, reassuring voice like he’s a random toddler he found on the street. They sit down next to each other on the dining table then Izuku nods but doesn’t move towards his food; the blonde sighs and takes the spoon in his hand. “Open your fucking mouth, you big baby!” Dynamight screams at the clearly high greenette, who obeys without hesitation.

… it’s 5 fucking AM and here you are, staring at motherfucking Dynamight force feeding pro hero Deku with your soup at your fucking dining table.

This fanfiction got really weird, really quickly.

“Where is Y/N?” Izuku speaks up after gaining some color in his cheeks. You perk up at the sound of your name but you decide not to get involved in their conversation.

“She’s literally sitting opposite of you, you dump fuck.” The blonde grumbles, clearly fucking done with the situation.

“Is she okay?”

This is such a Midoriya thing to do that you can’t help but smile; the guy comes home after almost dying on the battlefield yet his first coherent question is about someone else’s wellbeing.

“No, she’s probably scarred for life after seeing me feeding you, to be honest.”

Well, what were you expecting from Dynamight, sugar coating? Nah.

“No…” Midoriya’s voice trembles. You really want to hug him. “I don’t want her to be mad. I don’t want her to leave!”

Fuck, your face is wet. You never ever want to see that look on Midoriya’s face, it’s absolutely heartbreaking.

“She’s not going anywhere you moron. She made this soup for you, so eat it.” Dynamight grumbles at him again, but Deku only smiles at him.

“What the fuck are you smiling at me for?” The blonde is clearly not a big fan of affection, his face contorts into a frown from all the cheesiness.

“Y/N’s soup is even better than yours.” The greenette answers with a lovesick smile on his face but apparently, this wasn’t the right thing to say as the blonde’s face heats up in anger.

“Now take that back you asshole or I’ll push this spoon down your fucking throat.” Dynamight looks like he’s about to explode but Deku is clearly unaffected by the empty threat.

“No, Kacchan is mad.” Midoriya’s shit eating grin is so huge it can probably be seen from the top of Mt.Fuji. The blonde decides he’s done with Deku’s shenanigans and literally throws the guy into his bedroom without a single warning. He comes out after five minutes and sits down on the sofa; he holds his hand out and stares at you until you put one and two together.

Ahh, he’s asking for food.

“I really wanted to hug him before he goes to sleep.” You reprimand as you make your way to the sofa with a big bowl of soup. You made a special batch for the spice loving blonde as a thank you. Dynamight rolls his eyes and nods approvingly at the taste.

“I don’t want to listen to him bitching about embarrassing himself in front of you again. For some fucking reason he really cares about shit like that when it comes to you.” Bakugou answers nonchalantly, like you’ve known each other for ages and this isn’t your first ever conversation. After seeing your confused face, he elaborates on the topic. “He won’t remember you being with us because I didn’t let him look at you. He’ll wake up tomorrow thinking you were fast asleep and he won’t beat himself up about it.”

“So long story short, you being an asshole is all an act and you are actually more like a protective big brother.” You poke at the sleeping bear, but for your surprise, he doesn’t get offended by you seeing through him.

Okay. This is new. This is not how people portray Bakugou in their fanfictions.

“We are all family. We support each other. Being a hero is a lonely job so if we are not there for each other no one ever will ever be.” The blonde answers with a straight face but his voice gets melancholic by the end of his sentence.

You don’t know what to say to that. You understand the sentiment but at the same you can’t help but wonder how the fuck is the pain not worth it. These people; both Midoriya and Bakugou; are the most protecting, most loving people you’ve ever met in your life. They are loyal to a fault and they go out of their way to make their loved ones feel safe.

“You guys deserve the fucking world and some blood and the lack and of contact during missions won’t change my mind about that. This night was the worst day of my life but I would do it over and over again if it means I can stay close to him, because he’s worth it.”

You definitely overshared a bit, but by the look of it, Bakugou doesn’t care nor comments on it.

“You are different than the rest.” He mumbles, playing with a piece of meat at the bottom of the almost empty bowl.

“Different?”

“Yeah. I didn’t like this whole roomie idea, you know.” He admits. “It’s dangerous, even with a mutual friend. A lot of people tried to use him and he’s so fucking naive. But I can see it in your eyes, you know… That you care about him. And he also can’t shut up about you, so.. welcome to the family, or whatever. Also, gimme’ your phone number so I can update you on all the shit so you don’t freak out.” Bakugou throws his unlocked phone into your lap; his background is a picture of the gang sitting on each other on Deku’s sofa. He’s so cute.

“Thank you… for accepting me. It means a lot.” You mumble sheepishly, your whole face red as a tomato. Bakugou snaps his phone out of your hands and throws it in the air to catch it, just to be cool and edgy.

“Save the cheesy shit for the nerd, Freeloader.” The blonde grins. “Make sure he sleeps enough. He’ll be good as new by the afternoon.” Dynamight stands up to put the dishes into the dishwasher. “Thanks for the food, send me the recipe.”

And with that, the hero is gone and the the silence is back; you lie down on the sofa and listen to the noises coming from Deku’s room, but after a few rustles, everything quiets down and only the soft, content snores can be heard from the room next door.

You fall asleep on the sofa, not having the energy to go into your room; at least you will be there in case Midoriya needs help during the night.

~•🥦•~

You wake up to Midoriya’s footsteps around 9 AM; barely a few hours after he came home last night. He looks disheveled and confused as he tries to put on his hero costume.

“Midoriya… go to sleep.” You pull yourself up; the hero jumps in surprise by the sight of you. “How do you want to fight evil if you can’t even sense me sleeping on the sofa, huh?”

You know that’s a low blow, but you’d do anything to keep the hero from going out today. He needs to stay home and you also need him to rest for your own sanity. He looks pale and all over the place, there is no way you’ll let him go out like that.

“Y/N, I’m fine. I can’t skip work…” Midoriya is just about to start rambling about the importance of his job, but you don’t let him finish. You throw your phone towards him which he catches in one swift move.

“Read it.”

Dynamight: Yo, freeloader. Tell Deku he’s not needed today. I found cover for him. If he leaves the house I’ll kill him.

“How does he know your number?”

Fuck, you didn’t think this through. Midoriya is not supposed to know about yesterday.

“He left a note with his number on the table, so I sent him a message.” You lie, feeling terrible for doing so but it’s all for his sake.

Deku doesn’t say anything just sits down next you; his face looks sad and heartbroken, but he doesn’t say a word about it. You really want to hug him but you are not sure it would be appreciated right now.

“Mido…” You are just about speak up, but he doesn’t let you finish.

“You are lying to me.” He declares with a heartbroken smile. He knows. He doesn’t remember but he’s a clever guy and you are a terrible liar.

“Not all lies are bad. Sometimes, people lie for the sake of their loved ones.”

“I also lied.” Midoriya admits. “About me being okay. I’m really tired. Mentally. Physically. In every single way.”

“I know.“ You can’t help it; your hands move towards Midoriya’s frizzy curls. Midoriya melts into the touch, clearly desperate for affection now that the air is clean between you two. “Put your head into my lap and let’s watch a movie, okay?” That way he can fall asleep and you can keep an eye on him for the rest of the day. Win-Win.

~•🥦•~

As the movie starts, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. It’s a dumb and fluffy movie, something that takes his mind away from all the violence in the real world. Midoriya’s hair is full of knots under your palm, so you slowly rake your fingers through the mess, detangling it lock by lock as the green haired hero contentedly sighs, urging you to keep going. It’s way too domestic and way too intimate but you can’t stop; Midoriya clearly needs the attention right now, he’s melting into your touch, his cheek buried into the soft throw that sits between your things and his head for more comfort.

When the movie ends, you realize you didn’t even look at the screen once but neither did Midoriya; he’s fast asleep on your lap, drooling like a golden retriever after a full day of fun. You try to clean him up a bit but he’s not having any of it; he murmurs in his sleep and takes your hand in his, subconsciously caressing the skin. A shiver goes down your spine from the soft touch, churning your insides with it, but you don’t have the heart to wake him up.

Midoriya is too much. He’s so kind, so beautiful, so affectionate, and so-so full of love; you can’t believe you are on the receptive side of all of this. You really feel like you don’t deserve Midoriya’s attention and deep inside you know it doesn’t mean the same to him as it means to you but right here, right now, you let it all in, ready for the biggest heartbreak in your life when this is all over.

~•🥦•~

You wake up after a few hours, still in the same position. Midoriya’s now flawlessly fluffy head is still resting in your lap but he’s facing the other way around; he looks up at you with sleepy eyes, a tired but honest smile decorating his handsome face.

“Good morning, sweet pea.” He mumbles half asleep, hiding his face in your tummy for a few more seconds of peace.

The nickname almost makes your heart stop, but you try your best to ignore the fluttery feeling in your chest.

“I’m quite sure it’s afternoon.” You strike back with a sass, which the green haired hero blissfully ignores.

“Whatever. It’s nice.”

“Yeah.” You admit with a red face, and this is the moment Dynamight chooses to barge into the flat with a bunch of other people behind him.

Okay, this is extremely awkward.

Do these people know how to knock?!

“THE MIDORIYA CHEERING UP SQUAD HAS ARRIVED!” Chargebolt yells while the others hide their faces in embarrassment.

“By the look of it, shitty Deku has a good enough time already.” Dynamight snickers and Deku jumps up like a happy puppy to forcefully hug the shit out of the annoyed blonde. While everyone is busy staring at the two hugging each other, you take a moment to take a look at the intruders; every single of these people are heroes you follow on every single available social media.

Don’t freak out.

Don’t. Freak. Out.

Don’t…

“OH MY GOD, THATS RED RIOT THAT’S FUCKING RED RIOT, Midoriya!”

Fuck.

… Next Part!

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- Thank you so much for all the love on this series I'm so happy you love it as much as I do, this is baby😭💚

- Also, you are not ready for the next part! Ask my bestie, she has a lot to say about it. 😂 @porusuniverse

- I accidentally bought a Deku figurine today. And a Todoroki one. It was an accident, I swear. Kacchan was lonely, he needed a friend.

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