#izuku drabble

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

“zukuu, you have to stop making faces at him.”

insulted, izuku splutters. breaking eye contact to gasp at you.

“ i wasn’t making a face ! was i..?” he trails off, you giggle, you turn your back to your boyfriend once again to continue wiping down the last of the dishes.

“he’ll pout harder if you keep making that scary face.”

“i-i wasn’t trying to scare him !” your boyfriend exclaims, looking at your baby cousin again and slumping when he sees the pout still fixed onto his face, visibly dimming “i don’t understand what i did wrong..”

“zuku, i already told you. kuma always looks like that. you’ll get used to it.” you reassure, a teasing smile on your face. your boyfriend seems undeterred by your explanation and hides his face behind his hands again, peeking through his fingers hoping to see even the minuscule crack of a smile on your younger cousin’s face.

your aunt had asked you to babysit your younger cousin takuma after suddenly being called in for work and having no one to watch over him for the day. you were free, and agreed to help her out, takuma was a sweet little boy and you didn’t get to see him super often. so the more you could the better ! unfortunately this fell on the same day as when your boyfriend was meant to come over to your house, but ever the loving, helpful boyfriend he is, izuku insisted on wanting to come over to help you out. he gets to spend time with you and get along with a cute baby, that sounded like a great time to him. and not to brag, but kids always seemed to love him.

every kid except for takuma apparently. the little boy’s face seemed permanently stuck with a frown. his eyebrows stood furrowed and his chubby pinch-able little cheeks puffed out, obviously unhappy with izuku’s presence.

you’d tried to tell izuku that this was just takuma’s resting face. that he looked at everyone this way and that it always surprised strangers. but as loving and doting as he is, your boyfriend could aslo be endearingly stubborn. he was determined to get takuma to smile at him at least once today. and now it looked like he was trying peekaboo. you couldn’t help but snort at your boyfriend’s laughable attempts at making your little cousin’s poker face crumble. “aw man, that one usually always works..” you hear him mumble. you put the final plate into your cupboard and turn with a sigh.

“izuku.”

“no no, i got it.” without realizing it, izuku’s brows furrowed in concentration, which your baby cousin unfortunately mistook for a challenge, furrowing his eyebrows even harder and even huffing at him. the nail in the coffin it looks like, izuku gasps, looking at your cousin with a betrayed expression “ ah ! what’d i do ?!”

“you were glaring at him !” you giggle, your boyfriend throws his head back, exasperated. you pull out a chair and sit next to him, giggling and pulling on takuma's pudgy cheek. said little boy does not break eye contact with izuku. you can admit he's acting kind of strange. was he actually going out of his way to challenge him ? the thought makes you giggle again. you turn to look at your boyfriend's pouty face looking at the exchange between you and your cousin.

"i didn't mean to glare at him.." he whines, leaning into your touch when you put your hand in his hair.

"i know."

"i felt like we were making progress."

"i..kinda doubt that," you snort, scratching at his green locks. desperately, he looks back at you wide eyed "but we were i swear ! it felt like he was starting to like me !"

"mhm ?" you break into a fit of laughter, and soon after izuku joins you, laughing softly to himself and shaking his head. takuma blinks at you both in confusion, and it makes you smile harder. seeing you laugh so hard makes izuku smile harder too, cheeks glowing a cute pink.

"i..sound crazy don't i ?" he asks, grinning at you. you pretend to think it over to tease him, and he huffs affectionately.

"hmmm, a little." izuku shakes his head, dropping it in shame as he stares at his lap. he heaves a heavy sigh and it makes you giggle a little bit more.

"i really don't know what i'm doing wrong, babies usually like me.."

"but i told you you're not doing anything wrong, izu." you reach to pinch his cheeks next, he yelps a little. "kuma's only lookin' at you 'cus you're new. he'll get used to you in no time, kay ?" you smile. a beat passes and izuku nods, smiling back at you.

"but i don't know, he kinda looks like he has it out for me.." he whispers, you assume so takuma doesn't hear. how thoughtful.

"yeah i did think it was kinda strange how he hasn't stopped looking at you.."

he drops his head back at your words "i thought so..!"

"but that doesn't mean he doesn't like you, per se..maybe he's just weary of you !" izuku leans back, placing a hand over his chest like he's actually been struck. he looks over at takuma still sitting proudly in his high chair like a king.

"what's there to be weary of ? i'm really nice, i promise !" takuma's only answer is a blink "that's really intense.." you're boyfriend sweat drops, "i don't think i've had anyone look at me like that before."

"shouldn't you be used to being glared at by now since you've known bakugou since you were kids ?"

"i don't even think kacchan was this bad." you scoff, slapping at his sturdy arm. "don't say that, you liar !" your boyfriend laughs to himself. struggling to hold your laughter back as you play fight. you're interrupted by takuma's whine. his poker face finally somewhat melting as he pouts, big eyes going glossy as he reaches out for you with chubby little fingers. you immediately zoom over to the child's side.

"aaww babyy," you coo "you wanna be wif me, yeah ? cuutieeee," your voice rises up an octave. izuku blushes at how cute you look and he hates himself for feeling a smidge jealous your cousin had managed to grab your attention. he shakes his head to rid himself of those childish thoughts.

you hop the baby up in your arms to readjust him, tickling his little tummy which earns you a giggle, izuku feels his jaw drop to the floor so hard if he were in a cartoon it'd make a comically loud clang sound, now he's a bit jealous of you.

"i think he's a little hungry, i'll be right back izu." you press a quick kiss to his cheek before bounding off to go get the toddlers bag that your aunt had entrusted to you in your room. the little contact alone makes heat blossom all the way to izuku's neck and he can't fix his lips to say anything, nodding dumbly.

the last thing he sees before you leave the room is takuma's gaze fixed to him. izuku sends him a determined smile and a wave. he'll win him over soon enough.

[yutxsgf]

Pairing(s) : 𖹭 Boyfriend!Izuku Midoriya x Reader 𖹭

Content : 𖹭 Slightly aged up characters 𖹭 Both reader and Izuku are eighteen 𖹭 Light smut 𖹭 Lots of fluff 𖹭 Matured Izuku 𖹭 Izuku is slightly bipolar? 𖹭

Boyfriend!Izuku never forgets a single day of importance. Realistically speaking, he sets the daily standard. Constantly repeating the upcoming holidays of known relevance that require him to either present you with a gift or at least a few sentences of appreciation beforehand. Just so that he wouldn't wipe the reminder clear from his brain.

Boyfriend!Izuku, who carries around a mini notepad, is filled with things he's learned about you over the amount of time you've been together. Everything neatly jotted down in his signature handwriting with the occasional kaomoji or smiley face.

Boyfriend!Izuku, who adores cuddling up close to you during movie nights in his mom's apartment. His arms wrapped snuggly around your lower waist, hovering above your hip with you settled into his lap.

Boyfriend!Izuku, who has a playlist full of songs that remind him of you, playing it whenever he misses his partner.

Boyfriend!Izuku is all pleasant murmurs of how astonishing you are and soft nuzzles into your neck — until you squirm a little too much in his lap and now his entire demeanor is forced into a shift far too quickly that almost gives you whiplash almost everytime.

Boyfriend!Izuku uses you during your little movie night. Soft huffs and the occasional whimper escaping the greenette as he grinds himself up into your behind. Cursing you — obviously censored. He'd never curse willingly, especially in his mama's apartment — for being so perfect. Too perfect.

Boyfriend!Izuku, who profusely apologizes after he blew one in his boxers. Abruptly pulling away to cleanse himself, only to come back with more apologies. All to do it against some other day, though not anytime soon, of course.

Boyfriend!Izuku, who vows, he'll be the one to be waiting for you at the alter. And the thought dizzies himself.

> He loves you so much <

Flower type : 𖹭 Love me nots | Drabble 𖹭

[zujime]

─── katsuki b. + izuku m.

cw. aged up, fluff, mention of temporary quirk erasure, porn w/o much plot, established polyamorous relationship, pillow prince izuku, brief masturbation (m), handjob (m), marking, cockwarming, no y/n usage, (slight) nipple play, overstimulation, pet names used: baby, honey

note. this has been in my drafts for two whole years, if the writing style changes that’s most likely why. also, i'm so sorry the fluff is kinda long, i had to cut some of it cause it was a little longer💀

The apartment was filled with a pleasant stillness as you watched the water in the pot begin to fester as it rested on the stovetop. Katsuki had been prepping a few veggies, occasionally peeping in your direction to make sure you hadn’t hurt yourself whilst the two of you patiently waited for your speckled partner to get home from work.

The towering blond had been allowed a week to recover from his injuries during a recent villain attack. His injuries weren’t drastic—mainly a few cuts and bruises, but it took a lot out of him. The villain had nullified his quirk temporarily and his quirk was estimated to come back a few days from now, though the aftermath had been the absence of energy he currently had.

You walk over to the taller man whose face was accompanied by his usual glower; “Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” You query, observing his hands attentively as he minces the vegetables before letting a grunt leave him. “It’s nothin' serious. I just don’t wanna sleep all damn day,” he rumbled—softly—as his motions came to a halt for an instant, as his scarlet eyes found yours briefly; “I’ll live” he concludes before going back to mincing.

A smile grows on the skin of your lips as you find yourself on your tiptoes, leaving a delicate, yet tender peck on his cheek before returning to what you’d been doing, and from the corner of your eye, you could almost see his features ease from the action.

Exchanges were brief yet delightful, allotting the sound of water bubbling to fill the silent void instead, though the moment the front door unlocks, you’re both twisting to see who’d come through.

Your lips form a warm smile as you met his forest eyes, Katsuki’s eyes slightly softening at the sight of him. “Oh hey, you’re back!” You chirp, eyes greeting his weary ones after he toed off his sneakers and left them at the door. You turn the stove to a low setting before promptly going over to the walking bedhead; eyes doused in nothing but fret as you inspect his exhausted ones.

“You alright?” Voice as gentle as he remembered, “come on, I’ll run you a bath, then we can talk about it during dinner if you want.” Your hand rubbed tenderly at his clothed bicep in hopes of soothing him somehow, but all he gives you is a slight nod and a frail “sure” in return. “Alright. Katsuki,” You call out in a whisper.

“Can you take care of dinner? I’ll be right back-“ “I’ll handle it.” The blond interrupts, tone gruff yet delicate as his eyes remained trained on what he’d been doing. You utter an “okay” before accompanying the tired pro hero to the washroom.

Steamy water began loading the bathtub as you helped Izuku out of his battered costume. You turned the tub faucet off after the water neared the brim, and the freckled man before you was now in nothing but his boxers. You waited for him to step out of them, only to be caught off guard when he pulled you into him.

His delicate facial features find their place hidden in your collar as his hair tickles your temple. You bring a hand up to his disheveled curls and massage his scalp, cherishing the view of the man that towered over you, melting to your touch.

“You alright, ‘zuku?” His arms tighten their grasp on your frame as the dulcet melody of your voice reaches his ears. He mumbles something in response, but it’s tough to decipher. “I can’t hear you, honey.” You snicker and move one of your hands to cup his face to get him to look at you. “I wanna...hold you. Can I?” His voice came out a bit smaller than he’d intended it to. “You’re holding me right now, aren’t you?” You ask, only to get a no in response. “That’s not what I meant,” he adds sheepishly, “I wanna keep holding you.”

“... In the tub?”

“Please?” He pleas as he leans his head into your palm. “Okay, I have to get something first.” He nods and frees you from his hold and begins taking off his boxers as you head out of the bathroom to fetch a few towels and washcloths.

Nimbly coming back to the sight of him snugly seated in the bathtub. You prop the neatly folded towels on the counter before taking off your clothes and joining Izuku, water sloshing as you straddle his lap and face him.

The conversations were mostly kept to a minimum as the two of you bask in the pacifying silence you shared after you’d both finished cleaning one another, though that peace is brought to a curt end when your blonde boyfriend slides open the door to the bathroom. His demeanor was seemingly more serene than usual and his voice was soft as he spoke, “the food’s ready, so don’t be in here all night.”

The door shut, leaving the two of you to tend to your business before finally getting out of the—now room temperature—water so you don’t prune up.

After Izuku’s done drying off and putting on the clothes that’d been nicely folded on the bathroom counter, he sits on the edge of the tub, now content as you gently dry his hair. His jagged hands found their place on your waist as he leaned into your touch once more, uttering an almost silent “thank you”.

“You don’t need to thank me, ‘zuku” you giggle; “I mean it. I’d be ready and willing to do this anytime for you—and maybe Mr. grouchy out there too.” The joke was stupid, but it somehow managed to pull a small and sweet laugh from both of you. “Come on, you know how he gets when we take too long.” You whisper against the skin of his cheek before placing a kiss there.

Hand in hand, the two of you stroll out of the bathroom and into the dining room where your shared partner had been waiting patiently—to the best of his ability. The blonde hadn’t even started eating as he waited, his ruby eyes finally gazing up at your figures.

“Sit” he croaks, nodding towards the vacant chairs around the table and the two of you do so, hands straying as you go to take a seat at the dinner table. All Katsuki does is glare at both of you before directing you to eat and threatening to force-feed you if you choose not to. You chortle and shake your head as you pick up your silverware and start eating.

You know he meant well with his statement and is just concerned about the well-being of his lovers, but his way of conveying that is...questionable. “Thank you, Katsuki.” You hum before putting your food in your mouth. The blonde just grunts and glances over at Izuku to make sure he’d been eating as well before ultimately letting himself eat.

There weren’t many conversations shared at the dinner table as you all ate tonight, but the three of you still remained—comfortably seated around the table, sitting in silence.

The three of you were in bed now, trying to go to sleep—a task Izuku seemed to be struggling with as he squirmed where he lay, nestled between the both of you. He was hard, so painfully hard—so much so that he thinks he might combust.

His breathing grew shaky with every passing second, till eventually, he gave in—he snuck a hand down his pants, grabbing hold of his shaft somewhat tightly as a poorly repressed whine left the cusps of his lips.

Quickly he slaps a hand over his mouth in an attempt to silence his whimpers and for a moment it works—at least he thinks it does before your eyes flutter open. “‘Zuku? Are you alright–” Your groggy inquiry is cut short as you peer down at where his other hand had been. A tired smile flourishes on your lips as you gaze back into his eyes with heavy-lidded ones. “Want some help with that?” You chuckle softly as you move your hand to shroud his.

“Please” was all that slipped from his lips as his cock ached in your grasp. “I got you, baby, don’t worry.” You whisper into the fat of his cheek as you leave a feather-light peck on the freckled skin. 

His taut, sleek belly shuddered with each languid stroke, each sloppy kiss on his neck, it was almost too much. You glance at him once more, kissing the hand he had clamped to his face before gently moving it away so you can capture his lips in a long, drugging kiss.

Those soft pink lips of his are now a beautifully swollen, slick mess that your tongue sweetly invades. You drink in his blissful moans like water as you move to straddle one of his muscular thighs, your core shivering at the stimulation of his leg grazing against your clothed clit.

“‘M gonna cum…hah, oh fuck—’m gonna cum!” Izuku gasped, his body shaking violently as he spilled himself in your hand. He bit down on his lip to somehow repress his cries, but your lips ensnared his with an infectious fervor in hopes of suppressing his noises until his orgasm subsided.

“You couldn’t wait till morning?” A gruff voice grumbled, rubbing at his ruby eyes before glaring at the two of you—both of you sitting there like a deer caught in headlights. The blonde lets out a tired huff as he shuffles out of bed and moves to the foot of the bed, his scarlet hues are tired yet hungry as he gazes at the both of you. “C’mere.” Katsuki coos, nodding over to you.

Slowly, you slide off of Izuku’s meaty thigh before you crawl over to the man towering over the bed, his hand sun-warm as it cups your cheek. “Clothes off for me, yeah?” The question seeps from behind his lips like honey, yet the firmness in his tone lingers—making the question seem more like a gentle demand.

You oblige, shimmying out of your t-shirt and panties before the blonde pulls you into a searing kiss—soft but voracious. And as the both of you part from the warmth of each other’s lips, he whispers against your kiss-bitten lips, “Be a good girl for me and sit on his cock,” his thumb caressing the plush skin as he continues. “And don’t move till I say so.”

His eyes carefully watched your every move as you turned to face your speckled lover before hovering over his rigid shaft that’d been prettily coated in the slickness of his orgasm.

Choppy breaths were now caught in your throat as you eased yourself down onto him—the viridescent-haired man released short, shallow gasps with every inch of him you took before you finally buried him to the hilt, causing him to harshly suck in a breath from the overstimulation.

There’s a faint dip in the bed as Katsuki presses his body close to yours, kneeling on the mattress between Izuku’s legs. You feel the warmth radiate from his muscular frame and his signature caramel scent followed close by, his coarse hands gently kneading at your honey-soft breasts, occasionally flicking at the velvet nubs that center them.

It’s hard not to squirm as the silky touch of a tongue slid over every mark that the blonde left in his wake—your neck and shoulders, nothing but a canvas in his eyes. One of his coarse hands glides down the expanse of your torso—slipping from the soft ampleness of your tits, to tease at your clit. Your body jolts in his hands—eliciting an amused huff from him.

© zujime. all rights reserved. do not translate, copy, modify, repost or claim any of my works on any platform as yours.

[berrytrufflez]

SOULBURST —- drabble

c/w's : n/a!! only main c/w is for people just coming across this blog, this is an oc x canon fic, not x reader! just some fluffy self-indulgence because i believe kissing izuku's scars would fix me!

... izuku had yelped when mayumi suddenly grabbed his arm, yanking it towards them with a mischievous glint in their eyes. he barely had time to process what had even begun to happen before they pressed a firm kiss against one of the scars on his forearm.

⠀⠀⠀⠀“ yumi —- what —- what are you doing? ”⠀⠀⠀ he stammered, his face already turning red.

mayumi grinned up at him, their gentle (yet firm) grip on his arm not letting go just yet. how could they?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ what’s it look like? kissing you better, duh. ”

the words spoke had the hero sputtering, his ears burning, cheeks hot with a red. ⠀⠀⠀⠀“ i—it’s not like they hurt or anything—- ”

the soul's eyebrow raised as they looked up at him, quiet laugh barely being contained. ⠀⠀⠀⠀“ shh. ”⠀⠀⠀⠀ they shushed him dramatically, before planting another kiss just a little lower on his arm. ⠀⠀⠀⠀“ i don’t wanna hear it. these poor, overworked arms deserve some love. ”⠀⠀⠀⠀ another kiss came with the words, then another.⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ and i’m the only one qualified for the job. ”

izuku let out a strangled laugh, his face buried in his free hand as mayumi continued their assault of soft, playful kisses. his heart was hammering, and he swore his entire body was overheating under their attention.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his scars were always something he never truly liked, not generally. sure, there were moments where he admired the journey it took to get here —- how many people they've saved, how many villains they've stopped... but those moments didn't last long nowadays.

sometimes, on the worst of bad days, they bothered him more than he'd ever care to admit. they were calloused and rough —- to him they were ugly and a reminder of the failure of his hero career he strived for in the past. sure.. he saved many, but how many did he also contribute to losing??

the thoughts were too much to listen to sometimes and he wondered how anyone could ever love him so dearly with such... *things* disfiguring his body all over. they ached with the cold, caused flare ups, made him drop things or unable to move even his fingertips sometimes. how could anyone stand to see them? let alone *hold* them?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀oh, but mayumi loved them, they loved them so. his hands, his arms —- they were probably yumi's favorite parts about their 'zuku. (albeit they could list off hundreds of things they loved about him.) to them, they were everything. and more often than not, they'd find themselves tracing them when they laid together, or even gently holding his arm still —- just as they were now —- and painting over them with their acrylics paints, making pretty designs or pictures in order to try and show him how pretty they truly were.

then, there were days like these... where it was their lipstick marks being covered on his scars instead of their paints. kiss after kiss, soft, loving, gentle —- everything they've grown to try and be with izuku .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but this was mayumi, and nothing with his pickpocket was as sickly sweet without some of their signature teasing in the mix. so, when they got to his knuckles, they paused, looking up at him with a teasing smirk.

“ y’know.. i could charge for this. professional hero healing service, now open for business! ”

it was then that izuku peeked at them between his fingers, shaking his head with a helpless chuckle. ⠀⠀⠀⠀“ you’re ridiculous. ”

“ and you love it. ” ⠀⠀⠀⠀they winked before pressing one final, exaggerated kiss to the back of his hand. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ there. fully healed. ”

izuku sighed, finally lowering his hand from his face, his expression softer now —- though the pink that tipped his ears and crept down his neck was still there.

there was a soft look in his eyes as he gazed over at them, tentatively leaning forward to push a strand of loose euburn hair behind their ear.⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ ...you’re really something else, yumi.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀mayumi stretched, looking smug.. though he knew better. there was a softness in their look too, something raw —- something real. ⠀⠀⠀⠀“ i know. ”

then, with zero hesitation, they flopped onto his chest, wrapping their arms around his abdomen and basically keeping him pinned to the sofa now with their weight on top of him. the hero would let out a small "oof" sound at the crash of another's weight against him, but ultimately would he smile —- lipstick covered arms coming down to wrap around their waist and pull the pickpocket closer.

a few moments of silence passed before the soul spoke up again, voice quieter than it normally is, ⠀⠀⠀⠀“ all seriousness, ” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀they murmured, pressing their face against his shoulder, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ i just… like reminding you that you’re more than the scars. you’re not just a hero, izuku. ”

izuku stilled for a moment, then melted, nuzzling his voice in their own shoulder as a return. his voice was quieter now, but warm.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ .. thank you, yumi. ”

soul pulled back just enough to look at him, their expression fond but still playful. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ now, should i start charging for cuddles too, or is this still part of the free service? ”

the hero let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ i think i’d go broke if i had to pay for all of this. ”

“ lucky for you, i’ll accept payment in dango and candy!! ”

izuku chuckled again, squeezing them just a little tighter. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ deal. ”

[dribbldrabbl]

☆ izuku bored in his dorm room with nothing to do

☆ the first thing that comes to mind is you, obviously. he’s obsessed with you

☆ he walks into your room and leans on the door frame while you’re brushing your cat

☆ he asks if you wanna get out of here. like some 90s bad boy character. you say yes anyways

☆ you thought he was taking you to a restaurant or something, but instead he takes you outside?

☆ izuku drags you onto the ground with him on top of a large tall hill

☆ you mention something about being hungry. he replies with “you know what i want to eat right now?” in response you push him down the hill and he goes tumbling like a cartoon character

☆ after wrestling each other a bit, you end up laying on top of him while he’s smiling widely. he has the sweetest look in his face

☆ with the purple flowers and green grass surrounding you guys, he pulls you in for a long, loving kiss.

☆ when he finally pulls back for a breath, he makes a comment that you couldn’t help but kick your feet to

☆ “The sun shines so brightly on your skin. It makes you look like an angel. My angel.”

[xoxojisu]

"DON'T STOP LOVING ME."

synopsis: things were always easy between you and katsuki. until suddenly, they weren't. (aka you pull back and katsuki notices and hates it)

notes: ALWAYS w the unofficialbf!katsuki agenda. wc ~5k. childhood bffs bc duh. barely proofread sorry

ever since you were three years old with your scraped knees and sticky fingers to now, where teenage life could not be more confusing, there has always been one, unwavering, constant fact.

you're absolutely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with bakugo katsuki.

and you've never been afraid to show it! backhugs, tackling him to the floor, jumping on top of him and climbing him like a jungle gym, telling him you love him like it's the most obvious thing in the world. (it is)

he always scoffs and grumbles, but you'd never take it personally, because when he tells you to get off, he pulls you close. when he complains that you're annoying when you're sick, he brings you soup and medicine and cuddles you to sleep. when he blushes and tells you he hates you, his eyes tell a different story.

so what if he doesn't express it the same way you do? everyone has different ways of showing they care. even if he doesn't say it much, you know katsuki loves you.

right?

-

it was late when you accidentally overheard it. when you froze up and felt your heart drop to the floor. when you started shaking and sweating, eyes darting around for a trash can in case you threw up.

"bakugo, bro, when are you and y/n gonna make it official?" kirishima had teased, throwing an arm around katsuki.

katsuki scoffed and shoved him off. "tch. it's not like that."

"you suuure?" sero questioned. "you two seem awfully close for just friends."

"mannn, if i was bakugo, i'd be all over that. y/n is such a pretty girl!" kaminari chimed in, clearly jealous over his lack of love life.

the teasing continued. you couldn't see him from your angle, but you knew that katsuki definitely had a vein on his forehead that was getting larger by the second.

"you're always carrying her bag, walking her to class.."

"cuddling with her during movie nights, scratching her back.."

"oh! and don't forget how she never forgets to tell him she loooves him whenever they say goodbye!"

"c'mon, bakubro, just spit it out! you two are practically married already!"

the three laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the rise they were getting out of katsuki.

"all of you, shut the hell up!"

"just admit it. you're in love."

he gritted his teeth.

"i'm not in love." he grimaced, venomous anger bubbling to the surface.

"she's just there all the fucking time! always fucking doing girlfriend-y shit when she knows damn well she's not! always clinging and trying to cuddle and all that stupid sappy shit. she's just an annoying fuckin' habit ive learned to tolerate." he spat.

you froze.

what?

was he serious? like, really, truly, deadass serious? you knew he wasn't exactly the super affectionate type, but even still! you thought he really cared about you! clingy? annoying? tolerated?

your head spun as you broke out into a cold sweat. you could've sworn that that wasn't true. you and katsuki have been friends forever. surely he wouldve gotten rid of you by now if he hated you that much, right? and he cuddles you! and hangs out with you! he takes care of you when you're sick! there's just no way, right? he's just angry because he's being teased, right?

..right?

"damn, dude, that's pretty harsh," sero snickered. "you always take care of her, though, no?"

you held your breath.

"tch. doesn't fuckin' mean shit. just gotten used to her because she's been around so long."

your stomach dropped to the basement. he tolerated you. he thought of you as nothing more than an annoying habit.

insecurity pooled inside of you. now that you think about it, was he really cuddling you, or just not bothering to move you off when you laid on him? maybe he just thought you were too much of a hassle to get rid of when you came to hangout, so he just let you stay even thought he didn't want to. when he brought you medicine and stuff, maybe your sickness made you delirious and made you think he was being more affectionate and caring than he really was.

you felt nauseated. you recall all the times you threw a quick "i love you!" over your shoulder or while you clung to him. had he ever once said it back? ever? the room started spinning as you realized you couldn't think of a single time. he'd always deflected. gave you a classic "tch." rolled his eyes. messed up your hair. you dont think you'd ever even heard the word "love" from his lips.

had you just been deluding yourself all this time?

you couldn't take it anymore. sweating, you sprinted out before you could be spotted.

-

it's been two days since you overheard that conversation, and you'd been avoiding katsuki ever since. or rather, not quite avoiding completely, but there was an undeniable shift in your behavior. you stopped trying to cuddle with him. you stopped showing up to his dorm room to hangout. you especially stopped saying "i love you," even though it killed you every time.

katsuki hadn't shown much of a reaction to your change in behavior. he'd raise an eyebrow when your usual daily hugs disappeared or ask a gruff, "where were you?" when you didn't show up to your unofficial but completely established after school hangouts, but he had otherwise put up no protest.

you didn't know whether to be relieved or heartbroken.

on one hand, katsuki's kind of scary when he's confrontational. also, you don't know how you would be able to talk to him. "i overheard a conversation where you said you hate me but im madly in love with you and want to marry you and have your kids?" yeah right. you were sort of glad to be getting off easy.

but on the other hand, you were devastated. his apathy served as further confirmation that he meant every word he said. he really didn't mind that you were pulling back, and seemed perfectly content not being nearly as close as before.

you really had been deluding yourself. secretly, you had been hoping that he was just saying stuff in the heat of the moment and would actually be upset if you pulled back. because that would mean he cared. but he didn't give two shits about you. you really were just some stupid childhood habit he'd learned to tolerate.

you became less energetic as a person. not just with katsuki, but simply in general. your days seemed unbearably longer and darker without him. you had a hard time engaging and staying in the present, your mind wandering to katsuki again and again. it was pathetic, really. you two had never even dated. why were you so hung up about it? you two were just friends, and in fact, it seemed like he never even liked you in the first place. you were just stupidly hopeful and naive.

-

katsuki was dying.

two days. it had been two fucking days since you'd touched him or even just been remotely affectionate with him and he was going crazy. hell, he'd give the whole damn world even for just a smile at this point. he was desperate.

he didnt understand why you were being like this. it was like everything he knew about you had shifted, and he was just standing there, waiting for some kind of sign or something like an idiot.

katsuki had noticed the shift in your behavior immediately. of course he did. he knows you better than he knows himself, after all. at first, he thought you were just playing some dumb game or pulling some stunt to get his attention, but that wasn’t it. you waved instead of hugging. said a simple "bye" instead of "love you, bye bye!" it's not like you were completely avoiding him. you still talked. you still laughed. only now, it didn't quite reach your eyes.

and it was fucking killing him.

he hated that you were pulling back. he hated how off everything felt. he hated how fucking empty his dorm room felt when you weren't there to pester him. but most of all, he hated how he couldn’t even figure out what he'd done wrong. he couldn't think of any fights or reasons to be angry, but if that wasn't it, what was it? why were you suddenly just.. leaving?

he wanted to confront you. he wanted to pull you aside and demand to know where the fuck you went. but for the first time in his entire life, he didn't know how. because this wasn't like confronting stupid deku about his new powers. it wasn't about asking icyhot what his fuckin' deal was. it was you. his whole fucking world, even if he never said it out loud. he was nothing short of terrified to ask, because he feared it would drive you away even further, and he couldn't think of any alternate universe where he'd be able to handle that.

he found himself looking for excuses to be near you, to talk to you, to just be around you in any way possible. the last two days had been a torture of silence, of missed chances to sit next to you or casually reach out and tug you into his space like he used to. the times when he’d shove his arm around your shoulders or playfully mess with your hair, it had all stopped. he didn't feel like he could anymore. like he'd somehow lost the privilege. and now, all he was left with was this gnawing feeling in his gut that something was horribly wrong.

he had finally worked up the courage and tried asking you once, but you had shut him down with that all-too-familiar "nothing, just tired" bullshit and that damn closed-off look on your face that made him feel completely hollowed out.

he was desperate. he needed to feel you. needed to hear your bright laughter and see your stupid smile. it was so fucking stupid and sappy and so unlike him, but he couldn't even bring himself to care about that. he needed to cuddle with you until you fell asleep. have you curl up on his chest and get swallowed up by his much larger frame and watch you as your breathing quickly evened out from his touch. you could never stay awake long when cuddling with him. he found himself smiling at the thought.

he scowled. this is so fucking stupid. he thought to himself.

-

it all came to a bubbling point for him on friday. 5 whole days of "hi's" and a half-smile instead of "KATSUKIIIII's," and a running hug. he was losing his fucking mind.

usually, you convinced him to join the weekly 1a movie night by taking his hand and dragging him out of his room. he'd grumble about it, but he'd never refuse. he'd sit on the corner of the couch and you'd sit close to him before gradually inching closer, the night ending with you two cuddling. now, he willingly trudges to movie night of his own free will and sits in the same corner of the couch, but this time alone.

the room buzzed with quiet chatter and the flicker of the TV as the opening credits rolled and iida turned the lights off. it was some dumb romcom movie katsuki couldn't bring himself to care about in the slightest. you would definitely like it, though. kirishima passed around popcorn, sero argued with kaminari over which movie was the best, deku was doing his stupid nerd rambling as todoroki and hagakure gawked at him. and you? you sat on the other end of the couch.

not just away, but away from him.

the usual spot right beside katsuki, practically in his lap, head on his shoulder, knees draped over his thighs sat empty. you sat next to mina instead, curling into the armrest and pulling your legs up to your chest. you offered sweet smiles to everyone, laughed when something was funny, made conversation when prompted. but katsuki saw it. he saw you.

and he saw that you weren’t you.

he stared.

throughout the entire first half of the movie, he barely processed a single second of it. he kept looking over, waiting for you to glance at him, to shift closer, to give him a sign, anything, but you stayed curled in on yourself, legs angled away from him. he hated it. he hated how you looked like you were trying to make yourself smaller. like you were trying to disappear.

katsuki’s heart thundered. his leg bounced impatiently. his jaw was tight. he couldn’t take this shit anymore.

he stood up abruptly, catching your attention. he stalked straight over to you, jaw clenched and shoulders tense. he hovered over you, looking down and saying nothing.

you blinked up at him. "...what?"

his eyes were sharp and unreadable to most. but to you, who knew him better than he knew himself, you could see the anxiety and desperation swimming in his eyes.

no, no, no. remember, don't delude yourself. he doesn't like you, not even as a friend.

"are you okay..?"

"no." he snapped, his tone making you flinch. he softened at your reaction. "i just.. you've been.." he started, but his tone cracked, eyes flashing, and something in him snapped. "fuckin’ hell, just—"

he reached down and grabbed you.

gently, but with zero room for argument. strong arms slid under your knees and behind your back like it was the most natural thing in the world, and you barely had time to yelp before he was sitting down again, with you in his lap, pulled tight into his chest like you were his lifeline. (you are)

you froze, wide-eyed and stiff, but he just held you. his arms locked around you. he didn’t look at anyone else, didn’t give a shit about the stares or the knowing grins. he buried his face in your shoulder, muttering low and rough into your neck.

"i don't know what the fuck i did," he said. "but you don't get to just... take all that away. not from me."

you blinked, suddenly breathless.

he held you tighter. his voice cracked again, this time softer. "whatever i did, 'm sorry. i'll make it up t'ya, i swear. but don't just.." his voice trailed off. "dont stop loving me." he wanted to scream.

you felt your heart stutter, but you didn't say anything.

not at first, anyway.

because what is there to say when your heart is lodged in your throat and your body is caged in the arms of the person you swore you were going to get over?

you just sat there, crumpled in his lap like some lost puppy that finally found its way home again. your face is pressed into his shoulder, and you think if you speak, you’ll cry. so you don't. you just let yourself relax and melt into him.

he doesn’t say anything else either. his grip doesn’t loosen, not even a little. his fingers press into your back, not hard, just steady. grounding. enough to keep you pressed firmly against him. like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real.

the room’s still noisy with all the side conversations, but it's all background noise now with you two just in your little bubble away from the rest of the world. you feel safe and like you’re about to fall apart at the same time.

you shift a little in his lap and glance up at him.

“…you didn’t have to drag me across the room, you know,” you finally mutter, voice hoarse.

he scoffs, eyes flicking down to meet yours. “yeah, well. you weren’t comin’ on your own.”

you wrinkle your nose at him. “you could’ve asked.”

“whatever." he grumbles. "this is more efficient."

you snort. "the hell?"

he shrugs, completely unapologetic. “worked, didn’t it?”

you don’t answer. because yeah. it did.

instead, you rest your head back on his chest, and he immediately shifts to accommodate you. your legs drape over the couch, his arm hooked under your knees to keep you anchored, and his other hand settled at the base of your spine. he starts tracing slow, absentminded circles there, hand slipped under your hoodie to rub at the bare skin like nothing had ever changed. like you hadn’t just gone five whole days without touching him. like you hadn’t spent those five days trying to unravel every version of reality where he didn’t love you back.

you sit like that for a long time.

finally, he speaks up, his voice low.

"what did i do?" he asked, his voice oddly shy. "why'd ya stop.. you know..?"

your breath hitches. because you do know. but you don't know what to say or how to say it. "i thought you completely hated me" doesn't quite seem like an appropriate response.

"nothing," you settle with.

he gives you a look.

you sigh. you never could lie to katsuki. he's known you for too long and too well to fall for them.

"i just.. got insecure. overheard some conversation where you said i was, um, clingy and annoying." you murmur, your voice small. if katsuki wasn't pressed up against you and hanging on to your every word, he wouldn't have been able to catch it.

but he did.

and you swore you saw complete heartbreak in his eyes.

you let out a small gasp of surprise when he pulls you flush against him, arms tight around your body and face nuzzled deep into your neck. he holds you with such a gentle intensity you think you might cry. he holds you in a way that makes you feel loved and safe.

"'m sorry." he mumbles into your neck, voice watery. "didn't mean it. i was just.. mad that they were makin' fun of me. none of it was true. at all."

your breath hitches.

"you're.. so fuckin' special to me. i mean it. these last few days without you have been hell."

you think you might cry.

"been missin' your fuckin' smile and your damn laugh. and your stupid hugs that make me almost topple over."

you hold back a giggle.

"i love you."

the world stills.

you don’t move.

you don���t speak.

hell, you're scared to breathe.

your heart is beating so loud you’re worried he might hear it. your face is burning, your lungs feel tight, and your throat’s a warzone of words you can’t quite say.

he said it.

he said it.

and now he’s quiet. breathing you in. arms wrapped around you like you’re something precious. like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

you pull back just enough to look at him. your hand comes up to brush his bangs from his eyes, and your fingers linger at his temple, trailing down his cheek like you’re memorizing him.

his expression is soft in a way you rarely get to see. wide-eyed. hopeful. a little scared.

you offer him a tiny, quiet smile.

no teasing.

no trying to be brave or play it all off.

just soft. honest. the kind that only he gets to see.

you lift your hand and touch his face. not dramatic, not shaky, just steady. fingers brushing along his cheekbone, thumb ghosting over the edge of his jaw like you’re memorizing the shape of him again.

his eyes close for a second and you swear you see him leaning into it a little.

you say nothing.

you don’t need to.

because you’re here. because he’s holding you. because you’re not pulling away, and he's pulling you in.

you nuzzle your face into his neck, like it's right where you belong, and you breathe in.

he breathes in too.

slow. like the world’s stopped spinning for a second just so you can exist like this, tangled up in each other without saying anything. no talking about what's going on, no complications, just.. being.

you both don't notice how mina and kirishima are gossiping wildly about how you two are practically married and wondering how you still claim not to be dating. you don't notice the way that ochaco squeals after glancing over at your position, and you don't notice the way izuku looks fondly at you two with soft eyes. (he's been shipping the two of you since childhood)

you and katsuki are the only two people in the world who matter.

"i love you," you whisper as you feel yourself dozing off.

you think you feel his lips press gently against your forehead.

"i love you too."

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[grenadehearts]

whiny shameful izuku..

Izuku wasn’t supposed to think like this. Not about you. Not when you looked at him so sweetly—like he’d hung the stars, like he was everything good in the world. As if he were the lace that wrapped around you, made you whole. As if he was everything there was to cherish in life.

But shame had always clung to him like a second skin. And yet, there he was—palming his cock through his All Might boxers in the quiet dark of the bathroom, breath shallow, mind racing with thoughts too filthy to ever say out loud.

He didn’t deserve to touch himself to you. Not to your smile, not to your soft, pretty face. You were too fucking beautiful. Too kind. Too good for his selfish, disgusting pitiful desires.

But the ache in his pants was unbearable.

Every kiss—whether lazy and unhurried, all sighs and wandering hands, or a peck so quick his lips barely registered it—left him breathless, because his cock always knew, which made him painfully hard. And every time, he’d excuse himself with a red face and a strained laugh, locking himself away where he could be alone with his guilt and his need.

He would press his palm to the outline of his cock, feeling it pulse and twitch under the thin fabric of his boxers. Just a little pressure, just enough to imagine your hand there instead—your soft, polished fingertips dragging slow strokes along the clothed length, teasing the damp spot at the tip.

It never lasted long.

With a breathy, broken whimper, Izuku would give in, tugging down the waistband to release his cock with a quiet, needy sigh. Thick and flushed, it sprang free—pale skin stretched around swollen veins, the tip glistening with precum. He wrapped his fingers around the base and squeezed, like he could stop the shame from rising along with the heat.

“F-fuck…” he hissed, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own shallow breaths. “I’m sorry… I’m such a bad boyfriend…”

But even as he whispered apologies, his hand moved—slow, shaky strokes up his aching length, thumb swiping over the sensitive tip, gathering the sticky slickness and smearing it in soothing circles.

“Y/n,” he moaned, the sound breaking around the edges. “So pretty… I don’t deserve you…”

The guilt never left. But neither did the desire. Not when he imagined your pink lips wrapping around his cock, your eyes soft and teasing, your warm breath brushing against him as you took him in so slowly, so sweetly.

And when he finally came with a bitten-off cry, that was in every way jagged like, nails on a chalkboard. thighs trembling and hand slick with release, he crumpled forward, pressing his forehead against the cold tile wall, still murmuring breathless apologies into the empty room.

masterlist link here.

[matteglaze]

Thinking abt Todoroki Shouto, and how he isn't as dense as he comes across...

When reading fanfics Shouto is always oblivious and dense, and yes, I wholeheartedly agree with that—

But i feel like Shouto also does it on purpose, you know? Like, one day you're both talking, and he's just soo up close to your face. 'He probably doesn't realize' you rationalize inside your head, but no, he's definitely aware of the affect he has on you. Your reactions are cute, he thinks, cute in the way he can't seem to stop teasing you.

I think he'd pay extra close attention to people that are close to him, people he holds dear, so whenever you stutter, or your mind goes and blank and you think 'Oh, I hope he didn't notice that—' he does.

I think that's why I like the idea that he's actually a little menance, but the worst part is that he gets away with it !!

Whether it's saying something so humbling and out of depth— something that many would take offense to but think, 'well, he didn't really mean it that way— that's just how he is', NOPE!! he definitely meant it that way, but not clarifying anything saves him the trouble so why should he care yk...

Though, he mostly (all the time really) does it with you. Getting up in your personal space, saying things like "When we're on a mission together, I feel like I can handle anything as long as you're the one by my side"— and it flusters you sooo badly, but no, this is Shouto we're talking about, clearly he didn't mean it like that, right? Right? (And the entire time, he's trying to bite down a Cheshire grin)

So, yes, in the earlier years of being a hero he wasn't really great at communication and unaware of social cues— but now, he's practically evil with the way he acts around you.

Sometimes you think you see it; you're going to call him out on his behavior. There's no way he didn't know what he was doing when he held your face in his hands on a hot summer day, pulling you close and saying, "Is this cooling you down?" (No, actually, this was just heating you up)

But whenever you do call him out on it—

"You know, you're not that slick." You say one day, ice cream cone in hand as you walk next to him, bumping him with your hip. Your eyes slide over towards his mismatched ones, gauging his reaction closely. If you were anyone else you would have probably missed the slight quirk of his lip; the uplift of his brows. But you don't, and the grin on your face overtakes most of your features. Maybe today will be the day he finally admits it. Instead he doesn't speak, takes one lick of his mint chocolate ice cream and then he turns to you, a silent question appearing on his face. A taunt.

You let out a humourless breath, cone tight in your hand as you point it in his direction. Accusing him of something both of you know you won't be able to prove, but he knows you know, and you know he knows you know. But, it'd be really great if he could just admit it, because it's almost like a game.

A game between just the two of you.

"Don't try and act blonde now!" You chide, biting on your bottom lip to control the smile that tries to force it's way on your face.

Shouto smiles at your antics, leaning in close to you, and all of a sudden he completely invades your senses. The smell of mint on his lips is so close, and yet so far. He stares deeply into your eyes, and just as you thought you were getting closer to the truth— he brings his thumb up to wipe absent mindlessly at the corner of your mouth. He pulls back, looks you in the eyes, and takes a tentative lick at the frosty flavour on his thumb. With a cat-like tilt to his head, he says, "I'm not blonde?"

But, the worst part is whenever he speaks about you to others, he speaks so fondly of you; like one would do about their partner— but you guys aren't together. Sometimes he does it right in front of your face whenever you guys are at a hero gala. Shouto sees you talking to a new and upcoming, young, pro-hero and he immediately comes to your side. With how close he is, and with the things he says to them, "I can never imagine myself without them by my side." It gives people the idea that you're both, you know, a thing.

Little do you know, he's been playing this 'game' ever since high school, and even though the two of you aren't exclusive— it doesn't mean he can't get in his fun.

Todoroki Shouto is not good for your health.

[yutxsgf]

My new obsession is Izuku, mainly because I love the fact he's soft 90% of the time, but that singular 10%.. that 10% js hits me. So here's some brain rot.

Cw; Smut, dom!Izuku Midoriya, Fem!Reader, light fluff, squirting, sex

"Fuck, you wanna tease me so damn much but when I retaliate all you wanna do is act like a whiny brat." The fluffy green haired hero tuts, gripping your hair to pull your head back into his toned chest.

He grins, the ends of his eyes squinting ever so slightly before he opens his mouth, hovering over your neck with an excited look as he watches your expression in the mirror.

You yelp in pain and pleasure at the feeling of his sharp canines digging into your neck, hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to break skin before he licks over the mark.

"Close, sweetheart?" He asks with a mostly innocent expression as he slams his hips right into yours, a soft grunt leaving his lips as he felt your gummy walls constrict around his cock.

You nod stupidly, unable to form a word, let alone a complete sentence. Your thighs tremble, clit bruised and puffy after cumming how many times now.

"Use your words."

"S'close, so so so so close, cumming!" You babble, eyes rolling back as creamy white sprays of cum squirt around his cock, messing up the floor beneath you as your vision goes white.

You feel calloused fingers slip between your thighs as Izuku feels for the newfound sprays of cum. He's silent for a moment before gently kissing your neck, "You did such a great job pretty girl."

You hum tiredly before going limp in his grasp. He happily holds you against his chest as he leans back into the wall while gently circling and caressing your hips and waist with roughly padded fingers.

"G'nna tease me again?"

"Maybe."

"Try again."

"..No."

"Good girl."

You slap his leg when you feel him buck his hips up into you, elicting a hearty chuckle from your number one hero.

"I love you, [Y/N]."

[peachesvault]

Birthday dumps

BestFriend!K. Bakugou

𖦹*ੈ‧ 𓇼 ₊˚𓆝 When you’re at that point of your birthday everything seems to be against you, your best friend isn’t

A/n: Started making this during MY birthday dumps lol (Photos may look funky bcs I'm doing this on my Ipad!) || Masterlist

You never meant to be such a Debby downer, especially on your own birthday. But sometimes it couldn't be helped. It felt like a lot of pressure, and maybe a time to grieve the age you left, to grieve what could have been, rather than to celebrate what was to come. You know that its backwards thinking, but it was rooted into you.

It was wrong to lash out on him. You knew that. But to be fair, it was humiliating that everyone seemed to have forgotten it was your birthday. And even worse when they saw your stories but didn't even reply to it or like it wishing you a happy birthday. It hurt.

You couldn't help but scream internally at the pet name as you chucked your phone away from you. You were running purely on fumes and adrenaline... but maybe, just maybe, this birthday wouldn't be like the rest.

[zujime]

─── izuku m. x f!reader

c.w. aged up, reader has female genitalia, some cockwarming, creampie, biting (if you squint), kind of lazy sex, p in v, grinding

note. a little drabble i made a while back :)

It was late. Really, really late and you both had to get up for work first thing in the morning, but you can’t help it. Your husband was all dolled up at the hero gala today with his fresh new haircut and the suit he said he “picked out just for you.” The room was occupied by the many whimpers and moans that left both your lips. He was hardly out of his clothes; suit languidly undone, pretty emerald curls messily sticking to his forehead, and pants hurriedly thrown somewhere in the room but he can’t seem to care as of now when you were sitting so prettily, pussy stuffed full of his cock.

His hands gently holding your waist while he thumbed at your skin, aching to fuck up into you. And you had an arm wrapped around his neck and your other hand on your phone, scrolling through the multiple pictures of you both that’d been taken by the paparazzi. “Look, ‘zuku.” You mewled as you grind down on his painfully hard cock, eliciting a breathy groan from him as he struggled to peer at the glowing screen on your phone. “Look how pretty you look in this picture.” You giggle, flashing him a tired smile that almost makes him cum on the spot.

All he could do was whine in response, both out of pleasure and sheepish flattery. His grip on your waist tightens slightly as he tries not to cum from your torturous rhythm, but he can’t help it—not when you toss the phone somewhere on the bed and start kissing and biting up his neck. His moans are ragged and needy as his hands grab at any part of you he can touch—your ass, thighs, hips, waist, whatever was in reach. Your ears catch his constant messy mumbles of “i’m sorry”. His hips stutter against yours as he fills you, forming a white ring around his cock that soon drips onto his balls.

© zujime. all rights reserved. do not translate, copy, modify, repost or claim any of my works on any platform as yours.

[uwtloml]

sorry i was bored and i’m a slut

cw: use of the word mommy (not sexual)

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. “𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, “𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡.” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, “𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐩, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, “𝐦’ 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭.” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, “𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝.” “𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲?” 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞, “𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚. 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈, 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚, 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨, 𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮, 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎, 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎, 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧

[berrytrufflez]

SOULBURST —- drabble

c/w's : n/a!!

japan’s summer festivals are loud, crowded, and overwhelming —- mayumi doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. the lanterns strung above casted a golden glow over the bustling streets, their gentle swaying creating a entrancing display of light and shadow. nd the air is filled with the scent of grilled food and sweet treats, a mix of a somewhat nostalgia and indulgence from the first time they had visited .

the soul had taken a bite from the dango held in their hand, savouring the flavor they so-much enjoyed before their eyes flick toward izuku beside them.

a small smile reaches their face, he’s flustered —- of course he is.. he hasn’t stopped sneaking glances at them since they met up, and mayumi knows exactly why. they had chosen their yukata carefully, dark red fabric adorned with delicate golden accents, fitted just right to turn heads … but specifically izuku's nd izuku's alone.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and judging by the way izuku keeps tugging at the collar of his own festival attire, their little plan has worked.

❝ … dango-chan, ❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀izuku finally speaks, voice only slightly strained. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ you’re… staring. ❞

the soul hums, taking another bite with a shrug of their shoulders. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ i dunno.. maybe i like what i’m looking at. ❞

it's after a few, short seconds of processing that izuku then turns an impressive shade of red, hands clenching at his sides as if he’s physically holding himself together.. which maybe he was. they never knew with him at times —- only that it seemed to fuel them to keep going.⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ y-yumi —- ❞

and with that, mayumi chuckles, that same old smug grin on their features , the one that izuku has seemed to memorise by now. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ awh, come on. i can’t admire my boyfriend a little .ᐣ ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he then sputters, scrambling for a response, but mayumi just chuckles once more nd moves closer to him, bumping their shoulder against his.

it's quite clear that they missed this —- the easy banter, the way he always melted under their teasing, the warmth of simply.. being with someone who actually wanted them around.

it had been months since they last saw each other in person, and though the calls and texts had been constant, nothing compared to this —- walking side by side under a summers night sky, feeling the warmth of him just within reach.

long-distance had been rough. while izuku stayed in japan, drowning in hero work, mayumi had remained in otheon, taking care of their siblings first and foremost.. ﹙and snagging some extra cash here nd there﹚.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the time difference had been an honest nightmare, their schedules barely aligning, but they had made it work. late-night calls, stolen moments in between izu's missions or studies, voice notes that never quite captured the feeling of being face to face.

thoughts are broken a moment later when he speaks up, ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ hey, ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀ the words are said suddenly, viridian eyes lighting up. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ let ’s go up there .ᐟ ❞

he gestured toward a small hill overlooking the festival. it’s quieter up there, away from the thickest part of the crowd. mayumi raises a brow but shrugs, letting him take their hand in his and guide them through the bustling festival-goers. his grip is firm but gentle… always grounding in a way they never realise they needed.

at the top, the entire festival stretches out beneath them —- lanterns glowing like fireflies, people moving like waves in the night's air. it’s beautiful, in that bittersweet fleeting way summer always is.

⠀⠀⠀⠀then, the fireworks start.

a loud boom echoes through the air, followed by an explosion of reds nd golds. mayumi tilted their head up, watching the sky burst into colour. the reflection of the fireworks flickers in their eyes, almost particularly blending into the glow of lanterns below.

beside them, izuku watches too, but his gaze keeps flicking toward the pickpocket —- like he’d rather admire them than the fireworks.⠀⠀ ﹙ which, to no fault of his… was a hundred percent true. ﹚

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it doesn't take long before mayumi notices.. they usually do. it just depends on whether they want to let it slide, or playfully call him out on it. this time…⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ see something you like, 'zuku .ᐣ ❞

izuku stiffens.⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ n-no .ᐟ i mean —- yes.ᐟ but not like that —- i mean, i do like looking at you, but —- ❞

it's just then that yumi snorts, the laughter escaping out of them before they could even think of trying to stop it. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ god, i missed making you all flustered. you're too cute. ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀he groans, rubbing his face once he turns away from them only slightly, if only to hide the tint at his ears. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ nd you're impossible. ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ but you like me this way. ❞

izuku sighed, dropping his hands. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ yeah. i do. ❞

his voice was softer that time, more honest. soul falters for a second, warmth creeping up their own neck. ⠀⠀⠀damn him. he always had a way of flipping things on them when they least expected it..

… another firework explodes above, showering the sky in shimmering blue this time.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀then —- someone bumps into mayumi from behind, shoving them forward.

suddenly, without warning or preparation,, their lips crash into izuku’s —- not a deep, intentional kiss, but it was definitely not nothing.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀they both freeze.

⠀⠀⠀.. nd the fireworks boom again.

mayumi blinked, processing, their lips still pressed against his. izuku is completely still, his entire body tense, like his brain just blue-screened.

finally, they pull back an inch, staring up at him. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ well, ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀ they breathe, ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ that was unexpected. ❞

izuku, still dazed from what exactly just happened, swallows hard. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ d-do we … do that again .ᐣ properly .ᐣ ❞

the question takes them off guard, as if they would have never even considered the idea of him being the one to propose the idea first between the two.

⠀⠀⠀⠀… but then, yumi tilts their head with a sly smile, as if pretending to consider it. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ hmm… normally it would depend, buuuttt…. you really wanna kiss me, don’t you.ᐣ ❞

the hero opens his mouth, about to deny it —- but then he stops. looks at them. then, instead of his usual flustered panic, he just nods.

⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ yeah. ❞

mayumi's smirk falters. their heart stumbles, their breath is caught in their throat.

⠀⠀⠀⠀and then —- they kiss him.

their hands immediately find a spot looped around his neck, as if pulling him down to them urgently yet gently, like they had been waiting for this for far too long.

this time, the kiss is intentional. contrary to their movements, it's slow nd teasing at first, but when izuku exhales against their lips, his hands hesitantly settling on their waist, mayumi deepens it.

nd perhaps it would have been a cliché for them to think that the fireworks couldn't have compared, but it was then that then realise why that saying existed in media. the fireworks above truly were nothing compared to the warmth that spread through them, to the way izuku holds them like he means it.

by the time they pull away, mayumi is grinning, breathless. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ damn, deku, ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀ they murmur, using his hero name as they curl their fingers in the curls near the base of his neck.⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ didn’t know you had it in you. ❞

izuku exhales shakily, forestry eyes still half-lidded, lips slightly red. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ you… are gonna be the death of me, y'know that, dango-chan .ᐣ ❞

mayumi chuckles, leaning down slightly so they can press their forehead against his shoulderblade.⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ nah. i’ll keep you alive, you ain't leavin' me that easy, hero. ❞

izuku squeezes their waist, his grip familiar, always reassuring. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ good. ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and maybe it's the way izuku still has his hands resting on their waist, his fingers subconsciously flexing as if he’s still processing what just happened. or maybe it's the way his gaze lingers on them, hesitant yet adoring, like he's afraid if he looks away, they might disappear.

either way, the soul smirks, though there's something softer in it now, something that wasn't there before as they cleared their throat. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ … you know, if you wanted to kiss me that bad, you could've just said so, 'zuku. ❞

midoriya exhales, half a laugh and half a playful groan.⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ you—- .ᐟ that wasn’t—- .ᐟ ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀ he sighs, the pink still dusting his skin but there's a smile he cannot hide anymore . ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ .. i wasn’t expecting that. ❞

❝ yeah .ᐣ ❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀mayumi tilts their head, leaning in just slightly.⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ and now that you've got a taste, what’s the verdict .ᐣ ❞

izuku looks at them, really looks at them, and something shifts. the nerves are still there, sure, but there’s also something more determined in the way he meets their gaze. a newfound confidence, maybe. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ i think… ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀ his voice trails off slightly, gaze darting from them before back to their frame. ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ … i think i wouldn’t mind another. ❞

[itelya]

Boyfriend! Izuku is tenderness personified. He's attentive to the smallest details, always listening to what you like, what makes you smile, even when you don't say anything. He remembers everything. Even what you thought you said in passing. He jots it down somewhere, in a small corner of his mind, to remember it later.

Boyfriend! Izuku loves giving you little gifts. They're never extravagant things. They're presents with real meaning. Small things, but they shine with thoughtfulness and love for you.

Boyfriend! Izuku also likes writing you letters. Letters full of beautiful, well-written words because he wants every sentence to be perfect. He draws clumsy little hearts, but so cute. He puts everything he feels for you into them; you can't help but shed a little tear while reading them.

Boyfriend! Izuku also creates things just for you. Paper flowers, often tulips in your favorite color, carefully folded during his rare moments of rest. He offers them to you, embarrassed but proud, hoping it will make you smile.

Boyfriend! Izuku blushes when you kiss his cheek in thanks. He looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, because you are. Even when you're at your worst.

a/n: Izuku is so the kind of man I love—nerdy and stuttering for you—even though older men are my favorite type all the time>>🤭 ⟢﹒ masterlist

[luvseraphh]

interview i. midoriya

In which pro-hero Deku is getting interviewed by a news reporter, but he's a bit... distracted during the conversation.

"Pro-hero Deku! Can I have a word with you?" you asked, bounding up to him, microphone in hand and camera following close behind you.

"Yeah, of course," he replied, soft smile gracing his face, standing beside you as the two of you looked towards the camera.

"Live," the camera person mumbled.

"I'm here with pro-hero Deku who just finished a vicious villain battle, Deku, what's something that keeps you motivated through out your hero work?" you ask, game face on as you locked into work, pointing the microphone towards him so he could speak into it.

"My biggest motivation is knowing how many fans I have looking up to me and how many people are counting on me to succeed. If I can save just one person I'll go home satisfied," he commented, eyes beginning to trace your features.

"We all know All Might is one of your big inspirations in your hero work, what other pro-heroes do you use as an inspiration for your moves?" you ask a second question.

However, the green-haired pro-hero was seemingly caught up in thought, forgetting to answer for a moment before he heard you repeat his name.

"Oh, sorry, Dynamite is definitely a big inspiration in my combat, I learned a lot from him at UA and even before that. Cellophane really helped me learn to use my black whip. Honestly all of my classmates at UA helped me in one way or another," he gushes, thinking back on fond memories with the people he used to share a class with.

"That's great, it seems like they had a huge impact on your life. Are you still close with your old UA classmates or has time made you guys drift apart?"

"We don't have as much time to hangout anymore with the hero work we're all doing, but we're still pretty close and try to get together when we have the time to," he responds with a soft smile.

"Alright, I'll stop bothering you, thank you for your time and answers," you say as the camera cuts off, dropping the microphone to your side.

"Maybe you could thank me with dinner?" Izuku asks, a wave of confidence flowing over him.

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ⓒ luvseraph

[grenadehearts]

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sorry guys for the super long break i took from posting but here is a smau finally 😞

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