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vyxensworld · 4 months
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Villain: *on the phone* Pro Hero Deku?
P.H. Deku: Uh yeah? Who’s this?
Villain: I’ve got your husband and-
P.H. Deku: Oh, well good luck.
Villain:
Villain: What?
P.H. Deku: I said good luck. You’re going to need it in 5, 4, 3, 2, …1
P.H. Katsuki: GET OVER HERE YOU UGLY BASTARD-
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kazylynn · 10 months
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We need more sassy Deku, like honestly.
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nighttimeebony · 1 year
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I used to think that sassy Izuku was out of character, but surprisingly it isn't. At least, not as much as I initially thought. It's not very often, but Izu can be sassy with the right people, namely his mom, especially in the first two seasons, but he even gets kind of sassy with All Might on occasion. It seems like Izuku is more comfortable being a bit mouthier with people that he trusts and feels safe with because he knows they won't take it personally (like his mom and his friends). Or, he gets mouthy with people that he's standing up to (like Endeavor) to prove that he's not afraid of them.
For example:
All Might:"How did [ofa] feel?"
Izuku: "Like a lot of broken bones."
"Todoroki may be your son, but he isn't you." Translation: Go fuck yourself.
Iida: "I'm sure Bakugou wouldn't use his quirk against a girl, right?"
Izu, having none of your sexist bs: "No, he definitely would."
Inko: "Seven times. That's how many times I passed out after the Cavalry Battle. I'm pretty sure the last two were because of dehydration."
Izuku: "Sounds like you were more heroic than I was."
I love my son.
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kimbapkimbapp · 8 months
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Bkdk short fic!
Summary?
They're both idiots in love who are both lost siblings and an old marriage. And class A loves to tease them (also, sassy deku)
This happens after the war, in the second-third year (does it matter lol) and yeah Katsuki and Izuku get, along?? (They really do seriously it's just teasing each other) and Katsuki calls him Izuku already. Anyways!
—Kacchan come on! You can watch it on your TV!! —Yelled an angry Izuku.
—I don't fucking care! I want a bigger screen!
—You literally have one TV stop being a jerk!
—Hah?! And so do you!
—I don't have that channel in my TV!
—Not my fucking problem!
—You're!…ugh! —He yelled in exasperation.
Surrounding them class A didn't really know if they should run away from those two or to laugh about the situation.
Of course they chose the second one.
—Yo bro why are these two fighting again? —Asked Kaminari to Kirishima while laughing.
—I don't know man, I think they both wanna see something on the TV.
—They literally are like siblings. —Said Sero.
—Me being siblings with this stupid idiot! He wish! —Shouted Katsuki.
—I would throw a microwave at you! —Answered Midoriya.
—Fucking try, you bitch!
—Are you sure you're not secret brothers or something? —Said Sero again.
—Shut up! —Both yelled in response.
—I would die before being brothers with this asshole! —Said Katsuki.
—And to think they were making progress… —Was what the class president could say about the situation.
—At least I don't prefer to watch a cooking show before an exclusive interview of the best heroes of the USA!
—Don't act like you don't like that fucking show! You All Might wannabe!
—...Still!
Class couldn't help to break a laugh. They really couldn't help it when it came to that duo, who were a perfect mix between siblings that argue for literally nothing and besties that finish each other's sentences.
—Kacchan, could you just be NICE for once and watch it in your room?
—Why do I have to be the one that goes to his room!
—Because I don't have that channel on my TV!
—Watch it on the phone then!
—It's not the same Kacchan and you know it!
—Hah?! That's why I'm gonna watch it on this gigantic TV!
—No you're not going to!
—Hell I am!
—Not if I catch the controller first!
As soon as Izuku finished saying that they both runned for their lives to the desk where it was supposed to be the controller.
But soon they realized that it wasn't there but on Jirou's hand, who was watching a random concert.
—Jirou-san!
—Ears!
—Gimme the controller! —Both yelled at the same time.
—Uh…no? —Said Jirou totally unbothered by the situation.
—Please! I'll let you finish whatever that is!
—Fucking no! Give it to me!
—Uh… First, I'm not ears. Second, this is actually boring me so here you go Midoriya. —She said while throwing the controller to him.
—What! Why him?!
—Because he doesn't call me ears and I wanna see you mad. Besides, Midoriya would kill you if you don't let him see his hero stuff, so you're welcome.— Said while walking away.
—You're a fucking asshole!
—Cry about it! —She said while hiding a little laugh.
—Jirou is a queen... —Said Kaminari.
—Shut up, you simp! And give me that, fucking Izuku!
—No! —Midoriya said while holding it close to his chest.
—Gimme that!! —Yelled Katsuki while grabbing his face as Midoriya tried his best to pull him away.
Then he had an idea and not much later than that, the blackwhip was tying Katsuki.
—Don't you mghf!!! —Bakugou lost the ability to talk when the blackwhip tied his mouth and both his legs and hands, and all he could do was squirm like a worm.
—You could've watched your programme! But now you're not going to for being a jerk! —Said Midoriya. He was not going to untie him fearing that he would take away the remote from him.
—Rule number 1, never interpose between Midobro and Hero stuff. —Said Kirishima while laughing.
—What Kacchan? You're not saying anything? —Kaminari teased him.
The truth was that yeah Bakugou was tied, but he could still make explosions. And no matter how much Aizawa prohibited him from doing that after he 'accidentally' burned one chair, he would do it if Kaminari didn't shut up.
Fortunately for both Kirishima and Kaminari, both knew that if they didn't stop, they would probably be killed, so they left the common room while inevitably laughing.
Midoriya on the other hand, calmy switched the channel to the one with the USA hero programme, while Bakugou didn't stop squirming and casually ...yelling? If it can be considered that.
It was basically their dynamic. Getting mad for the stupidest reasons, fighting a bit and then making up like the lost siblings they were.
They both liked that to be honest. They were kind of opposites, but at the same time they were so similar, reason why they got along so well (and sometimes so not). But they both liked it and felt incredibly comfortable with each other.
Izuku wasn't afraid of interacting with Katsuki like he had been in the past, Katsuki wasn't afraid of showing a little bit of his emotions to Izuku. They were improving, time to time. But at the end of the day, both cared a lot for each other and loved spending time together.
The class also knew that they were really transparent with their actions but not that much with words. They were like brothers, yeah, but some of them also realized that Bakugou and Midoriya were more like an old marriage, which was kind of cute.
Eventually, Bakugou became calmer (he would never recognize it, but he also liked the programme). And because of that Midoriya untied him.
—It was about time, bastard.
—We can still watch that cooking show if you want to. —Responded Izuku.
—Nah, this is not that bad.
—I knew you would like it! —Said Midoriya with a big grin on his face.
—Shut up idiot!
Midoriya immediately got closer and leaned his head on Bakugou's shoulder.
—Uh… Izuku?
—Wha?
—Isn't this a little bit gay? —Bakugou asked, pointing out the situation.
—No? Why would it be?
—Because you're leaning your head on my shoulder?
—And? How 's that gay?
—Whatever, at least you're not on my lap.
Immediately after saying that, Izuku leaned his head on his lap to tease Katsuki.
—Move idiot!
—Nop.
—You're an annoying bitch you know.
—And why are you caressing my hair? —He said while Bakugou touched his curls.
—That's not fucking weird! —He replied as he stopped.
—Kacchan, don't be dumb, do whatever you want to, it's not gay. Besides, it's nice when people touch my hair.
But why then Bakugou felt butterflies whenever Midoriya was touching him? Why did it felt so good to have Midoriya's breath on his thighs? Why was it so easy to get his hands lost in his hair?
Bakugou didn't have an answer, so he preferred watching the programme while ignoring the heartbeats that were growing louder.
Yo! I wrote this shitty thing at midnight so don't rlly judge it lol
ALSO English is not my first language
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genderless-spoon · 2 years
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I really like those villain deku aus where he’s sassy. He’s just a goofy lil guy and it’s so entertaining. It’s like a fulfillment of what I wish his personality was like normally- especially in interactions with Bakugo cause he gets so mad lol. Honestly it doesn’t even have to be villain deku just like sassy queen deku is so fun. Please o share any of this you may have.
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chaotic-toby · 1 year
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TW: TONS OF MENTIONS OF SU*CIDE!
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Came up with this while reading a fanfic, but like imagine middle school Izuku getting bullied right? And the bullies start telling him to kill himself, and that he doesn't deserve to breath the same air as them. Instead of ignoring them, Izuku, having some guts, tells them to, "Kill me then."
The bullies stop and stare at him, confused by the out-of-characterness of Izuku. "What?" One of them asked.
"You guys go on and on about me being a waste of space, a quirkless, worthless deku; that I should die. If you guys think that, why not kill me? If you guys want me dead so badly, do it yourselves."
Izuku knows that underneath the harsh words and actions of the bullies, they wouldn't do it. They're kids. Mean kids, but kids nonetheless.
The bullies looked concerned and speechless. Two of them looking like they're about to run away, but one was stubborn. "You're too afraid to do it yourself? I guess you really are a worthless deku!"
"On the contrary, I've thought of tons of ways to end my life. I've thought of the most painful ways, the most painless ways, the ways that would be slow, and ways that would be fast. I've attempted it multiple times. Guess it proves I am worthless, given that I can't even successfully end my own life. Anyways, I've accepted my death. I don't care. It's not like I'll live up to anything. But, you guys seem to care. If you want me to die. Do. It. Yourself."
The stubborn bully backed away slowly, "You-you're crazy," they stuttered.
"I'm crazy? At least I don't tell people to kill themselves. What do you guys even accomplish from that?" Izuku asked, a hollow smile on his face. He walked closer to his bullies. "You must really want me to die, right? You wouldn't say it if you didn't. So kill me then."
"Screw you!" All three bullies ran away.
Izuku laughed, yelling, "And you guys want to be heroes! What kind of hero bullies someone and tells them to kill themselves!"
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Some random thought that got out of hand. But like, I need a fanfic of this asap. I just. . . need Izuku to have the courage to talk back to his bullies. I feel like telling your bullies to kill you would probably stop them from telling you to die
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xskyll · 1 year
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Shouto: I know about dating, Bakugou. I googled it.
Katsuki: YOU DON’T ASK SOMEONE YOU’VE ONLY EVER MET ONLINE TO MEET ONE-ON-ONE, YOU @&!*# MORON! THAT’S BASIC INTERNET SAFETY!!
Shouto: *wants to protest but only read the first result on dating so he feels too insecure to say anything*
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alien-slushie · 1 year
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All for One: How dare you mock me in such a manner!
Deku: Well, then how would you like me to mock you? I take requests!
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godlessflea · 2 years
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Found my old drawing
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wolfcrunch · 2 years
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ochako, iida and shoto for the bingo?
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abysslll · 8 months
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vyxensworld · 3 months
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Todoroki: Where’s my chair?
Uraraka: Bakugo broke it over Deku’s back while they were wrestling.
Izuku: Correction, Kacchan was wrestling. I was eating katsudon.
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izvmimi · 9 months
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our time - izuku x reader
cw: minors dni, fem!reader, reader implied to be a hero & high school sweetheart, oral sex (fem receiving), penetrative sex, public sex, hot tub sex, shower sex, sex toy use, safe word use, rapid shifts between humor, smut, and hurt/comfort, lots of cheesy jokes tbh, deku is a little bit sassy, bakugou and shinsou have unnamed female partners, baby mention. summary: you and izuku share a yearly tradition. a/n: i'm reposting this hella self-indulgent selfship fic because i can!
“This is a lot of packing for a two day trip,” Izuku teases, as you hand him your overstuffed suitcase, the same dark green typical of his merchandise. He places it next to his noticeably lighter one, which coincidentally is a deep purple and has your Hero name plastered all over it.
“Yeah, but I’m guessing you want to see me in as many outfits as possible in a 48 hour period, right?” you tease back, tapping him gently on the nose. He leans in as he presses the rear door close button to the SUV, then grins. 
In a low voice, he whispers, “that’s quite a bit of clothing for me to tear off. Are you sure?”
Your face warms and you hate that you never win at this game, but try to come up with something quick to say. 
“I’ll be swiping your card indiscriminately to replace anything you ruin this year,” you add, eyes lowering to where your finger is prodding his chest. His eyes seem to twinkle.
“Sounds like I need to make more money then.”
He’s won this round. The warmth spreads to your ears and reflexively you hit his shoulder. His grin widens and you slip from his gaze to run to the passenger side of the car. No more time for banter.
“We’re gonna be late, Izuku!"
Bakugou has given you clear instructions to pick up the keys to your shared vacation home between 6 to 7 pm and will give you absolutely no room for tardiness. You anticipate that he’ll make all manners of disgusted facial expressions when you show up to his place, given that he knows exactly what you’ll be doing for the next 48 hours, and you are still trying to decide whether or not you should play along and double down or admit that you’re a little embarrassed ever since you started this tradition.
Or at least that you’re embarrassed your closest friends are aware of what exactly this tradition entails.
Izuku, on the other hand, never has any shame it seems. If anything, he’s a little overeager for this “retreat” this year, and it’s almost certainly because the past few weeks at work were nothing short of a nightmare for him. Catastrophes that seemed to only prop up as far as humanly possible from you seemed to be the order of the day recently, and you hadn’t had time for dedicated physical intimacy in a while, let alone even see him between missions. The only thing that made it easier to tolerate his absence was that you fell asleep so fast these days due to exhaustion that you barely noticed his side of the bed stayed empty the entire night. 
As he drives, possibly a little too fast and somewhat recklessly (frankly unexpected for a person like him), he holds your hand with varying levels of tightness as though he’s playing with the feel of your hands in his - remembering it, reacquainting himself. He doesn’t say much yet but you can tell by the look in his eye and the twitch in his lips (controlling his urge to talk under his breath), that he’s daydreaming. You have an idea what of.
Pervert.
“What are you thinking of, Izuku?” you inquire after a moment. The goal of the statement is to disarm him which only works half the time.
“Sex,” he replies, bluntly. He doesn’t turn to look at you, focusing on the road carefully, but his fingers tighten again around yours as you pull away indignantly.
“Stop!” you hiss and he laughs loudly. Every time he sneaks a glance at your flustered expression for the next few moments, he breaks out into another bout of laughter and you can’t help but smile too.
“People need to know how ridiculous you are sometimes,” you murmur. “I should expose you, honestly. Let them know who their hero really is.”
“I thought you hated sharing me with everyone,” he says. You meet his sideways glance as he turns, hand over hand, into Bakugou’s driveway. You consider his words for a moment, then sigh. 
“I guess you’re right. I do.”
The car slows to a stop and he parks then faces you in the car for a moment. Sometimes you wonder how he manages to do this - look at you every so often like it’s truly the first time he’s ever seeing you, even if you’ve known each other since you were high-schoolers. He places a hand on your knee as you turn towards him. 
“I’m yours, okay? Not just during our birthday vacation but all the time,” he reminds you. You twist your mouth to the side. There’s something about Izuku that indulges the more immature parts of you, and he handles them all the same.
“Understood?” he insists.
You nod, pretend-reluctantly, and he whispers, “Good girl,” before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Things have been hard recently, you think, but when he’s close to you like this, everything you go through feels worth it. There’s another kiss that makes it to your lips, and perhaps your arms make their way around his neck and-
“I swear to God if you guys start to fuck on my property, I will tear both of you a new one.” 
With Bakugou’s irritated voice calling out to you, there’s a flash of the driveway lights that nearly blinds you, as though you are teenagers being caught getting too close in the driveway of your parents’ home.
Izuku steps out of the car first and Bakugou throws a set of keys at him before flashing you an annoyed look. You give him a cheeky raise of the eyebrows to acknowledge him similarly, pretending not to notice the fact that he’s not wearing a shirt, and look around him to see one of your favorite people make her way out of the house from behind him. 
She’s wrapped haphazardly in a shawl and you laugh as she hugs you, able to tell she clearly just threw those clothes on ten seconds ago, if the breathiness in her voice and the flush in her cheeks is not enough to make it obvious.
���Please do not poke my eye out with your titties, I’m begging you love.” She grins widely as she squeezes you tighter.
“You don’t need your eyes to suck cock, do you?” she whispers into your ear. You roll your eyes.
“Can you ever be civilized?”
“Good question,” Bakugou asks, but not before slapping his wife’s ass on the way back into his house. “Don’t crash on your way there, Midoriya, I don’t want to pick up your shifts.”
“That’s his way to say ‘drive safely’!” your friend translates as she gives Izuku a quick, slightly more chaste hug, then jogs backwards back into the house where Bakugou is waiting. “Happy birthday! Let me know when you guys get there!”
“We will! Thanks!” you wave.
When you turn, Izuku is already getting back into the car. It doesn’t take long for both of you immediately to burst into laughter.
“Kacchan is such a hypocrite. As if we don’t see the bite marks all over his chest.”
“And __’s neck. Embarrassing.” 
You tease but it’s cute to see them so happy. Of all your friends, you think they’ve been stable the longest, and their relationship simply fell into place. It helps you believe that perhaps things will be good for you long-term as well. 
As if Midoriya can read your wistful thoughts, he picks up your hand and kisses the knuckles idly for a moment as he continues to drive, the highway tapering off into a smaller paved road as night settles in. Both of you are tired from the week, and opt for peaceful silence and music played at a low volume. After all, you will have plenty of uninterrupted time shortly.
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You’re not sure when you dozed off exactly. 
Izuku nudges you gently to wake you then carries you out of the car with one arm and produces a couple dark tendrils from Blackwhip with the other to pull the luggage behind you. 
“I can walk,” you murmur, although you like the idea of being carried, and hope he insists, which he does, and you nuzzle closer into his chest, taking in the scent of his cologne. 
There’s a small gate outside of the cabin that is truly underestimated by the word; rather, it is a large and lavish three-winged property, U-shaped, and fairly secluded in the forest and trees. A section, the rightmost one, belongs to you and features the name ‘Midoriya’ on a welcome mat in front of the entryway. 
Izuku takes in an exaggerated deep breath as he opens the door, and excitedly exclaims,
“Finally. Peace and quiet.”
You try to stifle a laugh as he sets you down, and stretch out a hand for him to toss you his phone and drop in a special safe hanging from the side of the wall along with your own. There’s a preset timer set for 48 hours (except for emergencies) on its display that you contemplate before confirming.
“It’s silly that we do this!” you call out, feeling the disconnection to the outside world immediately the second the safe beeps to signal that it’s locked. Yet it’s necessary, because both of you are bad at blocking out the outside world and simply relaxing when needed.
Izuku steps out of the master bedroom, completely undressed aside from a pair of boxer briefs which he is also actively in the process of shedding. You take in his body, impressive in its shape and decorated with scars and freckles, and almost miss what he says.
“What’s silly is that you’re fully clothed when it’s hot tub time.”
Your eyes widen and you blink a few times in succession as you watch him strip to nothing, and suddenly you forget that you’re exhausted. Swallowing hard, you make your way towards him, but really past him, towards the room where your packed clothing lies, and he intercepts you on the way there, grinning widely as he towers over you. 
“I need to get my bathing suit,” you pout, knowing very well you’re not getting past him. 
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he lays kisses on your neck that immediately disarm you. You can feel your body sink into him, as you make soft sounds of protest but soon you’re in his arms again and he’s carrying you to the hot tub, lips connected with every step.
The night continues and you sink deep onto Izuku’s cock, heat rising around and inside you. Your fingers cling to his broad shoulders as you slide onto him repeatedly, half-lidded eyes gazing down at him. He aids your descent, gliding you onto him as he worships your bosom with his tongue, laving a different wetness along your nipples and the curve of your breast, sucking at the sensitive skin. 
“God, I needed this,” he whimpers as he buries his face into your neck. He cums, holding you tightly, filling you for the first time that night. The splash of water as he moves you so that your back presses against him and he can kiss the nape of your neck is somewhat soothing to your ears, as is the sound of his breathing as he holds you close. 
You need him more - always, really. You revel in the way he plays with your hair and runs his calloused hands along your skin.
You also revel further in the way he dives deep between your legs, after you’ve sat together in the tub and let stress melt away, and after you’ve fucked a second time in the shower, your back pressed against the warm tile, and his hands supporting the weight of your thighs, steady despite the slippery water running over your bodies. He sucks your clit and blows softly against your folds, excited by the tensing of your thighs against his head and the relentless moans.
“‘Zuku, it’s too much…”
It’s never too much, because you can always handle more of him, and he eats you out till you cry and cum all over again, messy on his face, wrists in the palm of his broad hand. He kisses your belly as you practically convulse and come down from your high.
“Wanna rest, baby?” he asks. It’s hard for you to speak as your head spins, so instead you curl up against him. He takes it as a yes.
You fall asleep in his arms, beating hearts pressed close together. There will be more in the AM.
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The smell of breakfast wakes you before a gentle ache in your thighs. As you shift and reorient yourself from the unfamiliar surroundings, you can hear Izuku make his way in the room with an impossibly loaded tray of breakfast foods he sets precariously on a coffee table across from the California King bed.
“Rise and shine, love.”
Before you can shift, Izuku makes his way on top of you, laughing as you wriggle under him.
“You’re so freaking heavy,” you hiss, but your arms make their way around his bare chest and you inhale his scent. His natural smell is comforting in its familiarity and despite the fact that you’ve been skin to skin nearly all of last night, you crave more closeness. His voice rumbles against your skin as he holds you tightly. 
“Did you sleep well?” he asks.
“Like a baby,” you reply. 
“Perfect. We should have breakfast,’ he insists. “We could go on a short hike and watch some of the birds in this area.”
“Mm, definitely.”
You kiss his forehead and satisfied, he rolls off of you too quickly for you to reach and slap his ass. He gives you a cheeky look and you crinkle your nose at him first before you decide to get out of bed.
You slip your feet into warm fuzzy sandals and head to the bathroom to brush your teeth first. A blanket is wrapped around your naked body, because you don’t like how the floor-to-ceiling glass windows make it easy for anyone (anyone who dares to anyway) to peep at you. Izuku is at the second sink at the far end, rubbing day-old stubble on his chin to decide if he wants to shave.
“Keep it,” you ask him as you press toothpaste onto your toothbrush. In response, he scratches his chin against yours as you bat him away.
“Maybe I will.”
Breakfast is filled with chatter and laughter, realizing you haven’t had enough time to really speak to each other in the past few months, despite living in the same house. You hold his hand as you walk up higher and higher up the mountain, clad in shirts and cargo shorts and too much sunscreen, bellies full but not heavy. 
Izuku has a guide in his hand that you cannot fathom when he had the time to read that identifies more than a couple of creatures that soar above in the early morning, and you get surprisingly good pictures, particularly when Izuku uses his Quirk to get you high into the treetops for a better vantage point.
You do some foraging as well, of different fruits and flowers to add to your scrapbook, petals to press later - 
Much like you find Izuku pressing into you shortly after, shrouded in the denser part of the brush, away from the shy fauna. All you can feel is him, all you can see is him raised above you, and the caws of birds that are probably embarrassed to witness how easily you drip like sap around him.
“..h-harder, Izuku,” you demand, scratching at his neck, his chest, his back, anything to communicate your feral desire. He bites your shoulder as he grunts in response, driving as much cock into you as he can muster, and you get what you asked for.
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“I can’t believe you convinced me to roll around in the dirt with you.”
You gently admonish him with a kick of your leg, sending bathwater splashing at his face. He grips your leg and straightens it, laughing as you give him a slightly surprised look.
“As opposed to everything else you’d be willing to do for me?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your ankle. You can feel heat spread to your neck as he kisses further but stops just short of your knee, and then wades from his end of the bathtub to yours, pulling you to his side.
“When did you get so cocky?” you flick more water at him with your fingers as he grins. Your bodies shift in position, until your back rests against his chest and he’s holding your breasts in your hands, grazing your nipples with his thumbs.
“Way back when I finally got your attention.”
You turn suddenly to kiss him then pause. His lips are parted and soft and he looks somewhat surprised by your sudden movement. There’s something that’s said between you two without words, something that whispers I’ve missed you despite the fact that you and he have always been here. 
“Do I still have it?” he whispers suddenly, as his lips ghost yours.
“Always.”
The scent of rose and jasmine fills your nostrils and love fills your heart.
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“I’m surprised even though this is the third time we’ve been here, I never get tired of this place,” you say as Izuku lays his head in your lap. Izuku might as well be something like a cat or a bunny at this rate - you can practically feel him purr with the gentle scratches of your nails against his scalp, and his hand squeezes your thigh gently whenever you stop. “I still don’t think we’ve seen everything,” you continue.
“Probably not,” he agrees. His wavy hair is slightly damp still, and the rise and fall of his chest is slow and steady. He’s staring up at the ceiling and you can tell his mind, for once in a long while, is almost completely clear. 
Almost.
You can’t lie that you haven’t been a little worried about your phone messages and other updates you’ve been missing while you’ve been engrossed with Izuku, and you can tell he feels similarly, a little bit of guilt settling in. It’s the same for you. Work, work, work. That’s what life has been like between you two as you’ve climbed your respective career ladders, trying to save the world as best you can. Times like this are rare and need to be protected as something as precious as people’s lives.
“Oh my God, do you remember the last time we were here and your nosy self thought it was a smart idea to start exploring the other wings?”
Izuku’s eyes widen as he recalls.
“Fuck.”
You start to laugh and kick your legs and he gets up, shaking his head. 
“Shinsou told me the next time I trespassed he would have me shit myself in public. I hear him in my nightmares sometimes, honestly.”
You laugh even louder, doubled over as the image of Izuku, suddenly dangling from the ceiling by his ankle the second he passed through one door too many.
“The way you called my nameeeeeee!” you cackle as he pouts. “You were swinging there like a trapped animal!”
He purses his lips at you but you’re too busy laughing your ass off to notice, and eventually he ends up laughing too, falling back into your lap. His hands reach up to press your cheeks together.
“You know, it’s weird how many ropes and traps and harnesses are just littered around… Your friends are into some kinky shit,” he points out. Remembering many a midnight conversation about Shinsou and your friend’s ventures into shibari, you simply have to agree.
“I don’t know, I guess she likes being tied up.”
Izuku shoots you another glance, and you can see the glint of mischief in his eye.
“Do you want me to tie you up more?”
You tap his forehead with two fingers. “If I were into that, you’d know by now.”
He pretend-bites your fingers the next time you poke him. “Things can change.”
“Fair,” you reply. You pause, and then you look at him suspiciously. “You have ropes in your bag, don’t you?”
Izuku laughs frankly at the accusation. “I actually don’t, but I’ll keep that in the back of my mind… Plus Blackwhip is always handy.” 
You can feel your face grow hot and he pats your face teasingly.
“I have other things packed, though.” Izuku grins.
That’s how you end up, spine curled into a C and legs raised with ankles by your head, panting and trembling as Izuku intermittently presses a vibrator against your clit. 
“Come on, one more for me, baby,” he pleads, kissing the sweat on your brow as he holds your wrists above your head with one hand and torments your pussy with the other. Your voice comes out in soft cries as you try to recover from muscles clenching around nothing every time he makes you cum, swallowing the noises that slip out of your throat in orgasm with a kiss.
“I d-don’t have any more!” you cry, tears at the corner of your eyes. He gives you a long look and switches off the vibrator, and the last few pulses threaten to send you over the edge again. You’re too tired to wriggle out of the position and he doesn’t move you, keeping you in place.
“Temperature?” he asks. 
You consider for a moment despite your lust-filled haze.
“Hot,” you finally decide. He smiles then bites your lip before switching the vibrator back on. 
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“I don’t want to leave,” you say first.
The two of you watch the stars around a small bonfire and share bites of cake that is slightly too sweet for his liking and slightly too heavy for your liking but somehow neither of you can get enough of. He says nothing but nuzzles into your neck more as you cuddle. 
It’s surprisingly quiet and melancholy now, as if just a couple hours ago you weren’t screaming his name, as if his thumbs weren’t just dug in the spaces where you back and your glutes meet as he gave you relentless backshots.
“I wish we could stay forever like this,” you continue, then you laugh. “But you’d get sick of me, wouldn’t you, Izuku?”
“Never.”
You turn to look at him. He sounds a little bit too serious. He’s not looking at you but at the fire ahead and you worry that he’s worrying about facing tomorrow yet again. Izuku has once told you that it’s not that he’s no longer nervous, but that the anxiety is less and less able to prevent him from acting the way his heart tells him to as time goes on. 
His legs move first. Always. And yet, it doesn’t mean the fear is no longer not there. It creeps when the rush of adventure is no longer able to drown it out.
It creeps when he holds you like this.
“You’d get tired of me first,” he adds as he fixes his gaze onto you.
“You know that that’s ridiculous,” you giggle. But he isn’t laughing and the crackle of the fire is suddenly too loud. 
“It isn’t. There’s a lot you can have that I can’t give you all the time.” He says. Your heart starting to race, you pull away from him just slightly and his hold on you releases just enough for you to turn and really face him.
“I don’t want anything else,” you insist.
“You should,” he says. The tone of his voice is a little quieter now, and then he repeats himself louder. “You should want someone who is present.”
“I want you.”
He doesn’t say anything else because he knows you will argue away anything he tells you. So instead he sighs, not wanting to ruin the last few hours of vacation.
“Someday, it’ll just be this,” he says, “and it’ll be more than enough.” He kisses the top of your head. “I promise.”
You believe him. You know what he means by this intrinsically, as though you were in his head. A space for just the two of you and nothing to worry about. Where you can grow old together, where you are no longer weighed down by what you have yet to achieve and what you have already accomplished.
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“I love you,” he whispers into your ear.
You know he does. You know, and if for even a second you forget, he will tell you over and over and over again.
Your fingers intertwine with his and you sigh, back arching as you open up for him. You fit together perfectly, again and again and again. Forever. 
There’s a deep flush in his cheeks as he whispers words of praise into your skin. Another year passes and your love only continues to grow, tended to or not.
“I love you too, Izuku. Happy birthday.”
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“The second my phone turns on, she’s gonna call me, watch,” you joke, as you open up the phone safe. 48 hours are up, and yes your legs are wobbly, but the red string of Fate that ties you two no longer frays. As expected, there is a flurry of texts that blow up your phone, and as Izuku prepares the car, you try to see which one you can respond to first.
I set the timer by the way 👶🍼. May the odds ever be in your favor.
gtfoooooo 💀, you text back to Shinsou’s favorite rope bunny. But as you watch your husband disappear into the distance, you think that it might not be so bad to have a little one.
“So how many?” 
The expected phone call arrives while the two of you are back on the road.
“How many what?” you ask suspiciously. Izuku glances at you with curiosity.
“Orgasms? What else?” she clarifies, and you’re immediately flustered, practically able to see the mischievous smile on her face. Izuku hears it through the end of the receiver and laughs, his hands gripping the steering wheel.
“Izuku, do not answer-”
“Whatever Bakugou’s capable of plus one,” he says loudly, leading in.
“Bullshit!” your friend shouts back, and you can hear her already shuffling to tell Bakugou and you sigh.
“I’m hanging up,” you announce before an argument begins.
“Why babe?” Izuku whines, but the phone clicks off and he laughs even louder. “He’s gonna be thinking about that all night.”
“Don’t pick up the phone,” you say, but a smile forms on your face. You look forward and the sun is setting on the horizon as you drive next to Izuku. 
It was a nice weekend. You’ll have many more to come.
Together.
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theloveinc · 3 months
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Bakugo is part of the sassy man apocalypse and whenever you point it out he starts seething over it bc he knows he can’t get mad at you or it would just prove you right about him. He’ll sit across the room from you just glaring and it’s the funniest thing. God forbid he puts his legs up too then it’s REALLY funny. Will literally turn his WHOLE BODY away from you the more you pester him about it.
Deku is also apart of the sassy man apocalypse except his outbursts are rarer and therefore more funny bc they’re so genuine. “what do you mean you threw away my moldy shoe polish”-ass AS his voice cracks. He’s so caught up in whatever it is that when you comment on it, he is actually cracking an embarrassed smile bc he fell right into it so naturally.
Kiri is part of the sassy man apocalypse except in a whiny way and then the second you point it out, he’s exaggerating it even more and failing, which is lowkey cringe. He does think it’s funny when you say that tho so he gets a pass.
Shoto is the eye of the sassy man apocalypse. Doesn’t even think it’s funny bc he thinks he’s justified. Will literally rub his eyes with his thumb and forefinger to get his point across, he’s that sassy lmao
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emmyrosee · 2 years
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inspired by my mom and dad, so everyone say thank you to Mr and Mrs Emmy
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“What have you two gotten into?”
Your sudden voice behind the couch makes your four year old perk up excitedly, only to then fall into a fit of giggles as Katsuki clutches his chest out of the slight startle of you behind him. You snicker as well, adorning the glare he sends you with a kiss to the corner of his eye.
“Don’t scare me like that,” he snarls. “‘M old. One scare too many, next thing you know, I’m dead.”
“You’re literally not even that old,” you snort, leaning over the back of the couch to nudge your head against his. “Besides, you think I’m really gonna let you die that easy? Tell death do us part, butthead.”
Your child laughs again, using her free hand to point at the still pouting Katsuki, “daddy’s a butthead! Daddy’s a butthead!”
“I’ll show you butthead if you two don’t watch your mouths,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t fool either of you with the quiver of his lip in amusement, trying to hide the action with a lick of his teeth. He tips his head back to lean against the back of the couch, “we found your wedding dress in the basement earlier, short stack just wanted to see pictures from it.”
“I didn’t know you kept everything in a box,” you hum, running your fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes happily at the feeling before he sighs out “you think Deku would let me keep anything out of place from our relationship? That nerd’s been been tryna shack us together since UA. Like hell he’s gonna let that hard work go to waste with any disorganization.”
You laugh once again, and this time, he grins and leans up to kiss the sound from your lips, only pulling away with a soft “love you.”
“Mommy!” Her voice calls, interrupting you both. “‘Dis one wiff your name!”
“My name?” You ask confused. You wonder if it’s a wedding invitation, but when your eyes catch on the lined notebook paper, you tip your head in confusion.
Katsuki, who seemed to instantly know what she got into, jumped to his feet and wasted no time in trying to grab her.
“Give me that!” Katsuki demands, making a reach for the paper. She squeals and dashes behind your legs for protection, and you chuckle fondly. “Mommy can’t always protect you, you little snot!”
“Uh-huh she can!” She laughs back.
“Katsuki,” you scold playfully. “She’s four! Be nice.”
“I’ll be nice when she stops being the bane of my existence!”
Tiny cackles bubble from behind your legs, and with your own laugh, you make a motion for the paper in her hand. Once it’s gently in your fingertips, Katsuki makes another wild grasp for it, which you pull out of his reach with ease.
He locks his crimson eyes with his kid, “tickle monsters gonna get you later,” he warns, pointing his finger authoritatively, making her squeal and run to the other room. Katsuki sighs dramatically and scrubs his face with calloused hands. “Definitely your little spawn.”
“Oh I don’t think so,” you snort, “that sassiness? Straight from your bloodline.” You move the paper to your gaze to read it, and from your peripheral, you see Katsuki slump back in his chair and pout.
Hey, my love, the letter begins. A queasiness settles in your stomach, wondering if you suddenly understood why he was so nervous in the first place.
“You’re the ‘My love,’ dumbass,” katsuki growls, as if he sees your new hesitation. “Keep reading, you’ll get there.”
So, you do.
I can’t stop thinking about our video call last night. Shit, you looked so good. The weird looks I got at the restaurant definitely were worth it when I got to see you all dressed up again. Looked like you got the pearls I’d sent over. I think they were real pearls, that’s what the sales woman said. To be honest, couldn’t know the difference if I tried, but you don’t need to know that.
You giggle. He smiles in his seat at the sound.
How have you been? Like, with handling this? I know you smack that silly-ass smile on your face, like I can’t read through you like a damned book. Idiot. We’ve been together for three years, you still think I don’t know your cues?
“What are my cues, then?” You try, the smirk on your face falling to surprise as he answers.
“You fiddle with your jewelry, hook hair behind your ear, your pick your cuticles, you wring your hands, you try to feel for your pulse point, you scratch your neck-“ each point makes him raise a finger to keep track.
“Good god, I got it, shut up.”
I miss you too, you know. Miss your cold ass feet trying to shove down the back of my sweats at night, miss your weird eating habits, miss you crying at those commercials with animals in it, I just miss life with you. Fuckin greater good my ass, distance makes the heart grow fonder bullshit, I just want you with me. I’m doing this for our future, that’s the only reason why I’m still putting us through this shit.
I miss you baby. And I’ll be home soon.
- Boo Bear
“Ew,” you sob, laughing despite yourself and using the back of your hand to dry your tears. “You’re so gross, I hate you.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever,” he scoffs, rising back to his feet to wrap his arms around you, comforting eyes dancing over your face. “Pardon me for being a big softie and shit.”
“I can’t believe you used to write me love letters,” you gasp out, clutching the old paper to your chest. “That’s so… unlike you.”
He lets out a soft ‘tch’ and squeezes your waist, “I mean… back when I was like… younger, sure. I didn’t want you to forget about me ‘s all. Crazy about you then, crazy about you still. ”
“I’m so in love with you,” you mewl, rising on your tiptoes to be captured into another kiss, intense and hungry and filled with complete love and loyalty and-
“Ewwww!!”
You pull back with loud cackles as your four year old stands planted in the doorway, face scrunched up as she watched her parents affection. His fingers curl on your waist, and he flashes his daughter a mischievous, faux-annoyed look, “you need to learn to mind your business, you brat!”
This time, you let Katsuki terrorize your four-year old, chasing her down the hall with her screams and his fake monster roars echoing through them. You shake your head and kneel down at the box, desperate to find more of the lined paper that spoke beautiful words that Katsuki seldom lets you hear.
You only grin wider when you find a full folder of them.
You’d have to thank Izuku for his organization skills later.
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darkmajesty-xo · 1 year
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dating deku ᥫ᭡. part 1
18+ mdni | pro hero au , fluff, free form, new relationship
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midoriya is gorgeous, and that’s a fact.
there’s never been a shortage of interested women, and men for that matter.
he’s had a few high school relationships, and the occasional drunken fling but he’s never spent much time on the dating scene.
now at the tender age of 27 and sitting comfortably in the top 5, he’s decided to place more importance on his social life.
his mom had been pestering him about grandchildren and insisting that he meets her new neighbor. he’s never been one for blind dates but for the sake of his mother he obliges and agrees to come over for a late lunch one afternoon.
what midoriya didn’t expect was someone like you. you were beautiful. inside and out. smart. funny. kind. maybe a little sassy but who doesn’t like a little sass every now and then ?
the two of you exchanged numbers and spent the next few weeks texting each good morning/night , sending memes and you falling asleep on FaceTime while he got ready for his late night shifts.
izuku was actually leaving his agency when you replied to his goodmorning text with “☹️”. he was quick to call you.
“hello”
“everything okay, sweetheart?”
“my car is messing up again, it won’t start”.
“that’s the second time this week, dove”.
“i know, i know. m’gonna be late again and my boss is gonna ye—
“i’m on my way”
“Izuku— you literally just got off and your agency is on the other side of town”.
“doesn’t matter”.
“izu, I’ll be fine—
“see you soon”.
did he use OFA to get to you in less than five minutes? yes. was he ashamed? no.
he ordered an Uber and was sure to walk you in the office himself, even going so far as to explaining the situation to your boss and claiming that it was his fault.
“i hope i didn’t get her into too much trouble?” he drawled, a lazy smile gracing his tired features with his arm around your shoulders. of course your boss fawned over him and said that it was no problem. who could be upset with the symbol of hope ?
he bid you farewell but promised that he’d pick you up at the end of your shift. you insisted that you’d just call an uber but like clockwork izuku arrived at your office on the hour. looking gorgeous in his simple sweats and all might shirt while he chatting at the water cooler with “adoring fans”.
they definitely glared daggers when you finished your work and the greenette walked you out of the building hand in hand towards his sleek black car.
being the gentleman that he is, deku even offered to walk you to your door.
“thank you for today, izu. you really saved me”, you smiled softly, standing on your tip toes to kiss his cheek. he blushed a soft pink but caught your chin to being your lips to his. a sweet chaste kiss. followed by a peck on your nose.
“that’s what heroes are for, dove”.
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