#yo i wanted this to go in a completely different direction im ngl but i kept writing and then this happened so um

[sipsteainanxiety]

izuku's love for you is—stifling.

like you've been wrapped thickly in a well-loved blanket, and no matter how hard you claw and writhe, it just gets tighter and tighter and tighter. unrelenting. inescapable. it's something you've grown used to. something you've learned to deal with in your own way, because at the heart of it, you know it's because he cares.

it's easier on certain days. days where he's had a particularly good patrol or where he's had nothing else to do other than relax at home. it's those days where you wake up to dappled sunshine through the window—falling across the smooth planes of his freckled face in a way that's utterly breathtaking—that you breathe easily and know he's safe. the light turns strands of his hair into a gold that contrasts against the deep green, and you brush a hand over his forehead in a way that makes him sigh in his sleep.

safe, you tell yourself again. where you can reach him. he spends so much time outside, jumping around the city to save whoever he can in a flash of green lightning. and you know he takes each and every single life he's saved and stores them in his heart. putting himself on such a high pedestal and holding himself to a standard that you think is debilitating, at times. hero work can be so personal, after all.

he holds the weight of the world on his shoulders, but here—at home—he can be himself. he can be izuku, not deku, and he can laugh and smile and dance around with you in your little, shared kitchen. he can love you without fear of this love being used against him, and he can hold your hands together and promise you another day where it's just you and him.

on other days—it's not as simple. not as easy.

it's the days where he's tasted some form of defeat, you think. some form of wretched helplessness or tragedy that strikes him at his core and topples the very foundation he's based his selfless heart on. he takes all his losses and holds onto them tightly—obsessing and dwelling over them in a way that's unhealthy. a way to cope with his agony.

sometimes he tells you what's happened, sometimes he doesn't—believing it be better if you don't know. but, regardless, at the end of these days he always comes back home—to you. unprepared, unknowing, you.

on one of these days—a day where you think something truly... shook him, deep within—you hear the door open to your home and expect to hear his familiar, cheerful voice. telling you how much he's missed you or about something memorable that's happened on his patrol. but you don't hear a word. it makes you pause and you slowly edge towards the front entrance to peek at him and see what he's up to—if perhaps he's tired and needs help taking off his shoes, or if he's deep in thought about this or that.

instead what you see is his weary, shadowed figure. standing hunched in the entryway with his hair covering his face and a hand gripping onto the edge of the wall where it opens up into the living room. he's breathing heavily, you realize, and you're just the tiniest bit wary before you find yourself hesitantly calling out his name.

it's like a trigger for him. his head snaps up, and you have just enough time to see a small, dark pupil, before he's lunging towards you and sweeping you up in an embrace. tight tight tight can you breathe you can't breathe.

you choke and feel his grip flex around you even further. "izuku—? what—"

"you're here," he murmurs quietly—so quietly—and then he's setting you down and letting his large, gloved hands pass over your face. then your neck. your shoulders and sides. then back up again. feverishly, nearly revenant. you don't say a word, eyes locked on that burning gaze of his—small and shadowed. "i'll keep you safe. you know that, right?"

it takes you all the strength in the world to unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth. and your answer is teeny tiny. "of... of course. you will. i'm here."

you don't know if he's seeing you, really seeing you. however, you've dealt with this izuku before. and it never gets easier, not really. but you are experienced. so you let him obsess over you. let the look in his eyes pull you in deep deep deep until you relive those feelings of drowning in all that makes him, him. stifling, you think.

and he holds onto you. and he doesn't let you go.

[darkatsumu]

who’s most likely to just casually talk during sex?

Hello! Ren here. I think oikawa and kuroo would both do this as a form of "punishment". TW suggestive nsfw , over stimulation, degradation? Kinda.

its not so much of a punishment but more of them messing with you to see if you're "focused". (Ngl sakusa would also probably do this and bokuto but it would be in a different way considering bokuto is kind of slow and he would be asking you questions about your day and how much you missed him, not realizing that you're seriously trying to keep your eyes from glazing over while he bruises your cervix lol. And sakusa is asking you why the kitchen isn't clean even though you were home all day and you're like ??? Sir I would clean it if you weren't in the middle of railing me. But go off😐)

Back to oikawa and kuroo though.

Oikawa:

He would come home and catch you doing something he asked you not to because HES the only one who can touch you there.

Would definitely throw you on the bed and ask you "how was your day? What made you so horny that you couldn't wait for me little cutie~" while going down on your already sensitive.... lol. Idk if this is a smut blog so im not going to continue that sentence.

Super condescending and he knows its a huge turn on for you when he whispers in your ear about how his day was while stretching yo...........lol

He talks very softly and uses THAT voice. If you know what I mean. This man is overly talkative about you being his. And him wanting you to go get things for dinner "I want milk bread and some pork onigiri tonight. We need more seaweed and rice cutie" while pounding away

You dont respond obviously.

He gets off on seeing you completely fucked out and with a dumb look on your face.

"You really look good like that when you can't speak. Maybe I should do this more often so you're quiet. What do you think y/n?"

Totally smirking not even losing his cool while he rails you

"Next time I catch you playing with whats mine the punishment is going to be worse. Do you understand y/n?"

"By the way y/n iwa-chan showed me some cute couples outfit ideas and I was going to buy them but since you can't listen maybe I'll match with him instead."

He won't shut up but OMSHGSJWWI his voice is just sending you over the top.

After everything is over of course he flashes his genuine smile (the ones in public are always super fake unless they're directed towards Hajime.)

"I love you so much y/n. I changed my mind I really want to match with you at the mall later. What do you think?"

Sir. Who's thinking after what you just did? Completely fucked out and covered in sweat and cum and you're asking about matching outfits? Go to Iwa's house.

No wait dont go 🥺

Kuroo:

This is definitely a punishment for flirting (maybe not on purpose) with someone at one of his games. God this man is overly jealous.

He won't even wait until yall get home tbh he'll do it in the car on the way there. He'll grab your thigh and put his fingers under your black skirt (cuz you're his litte cheerleader wearing his oversized jersey) and ask you "who was that you were talking to while we were warming up for our second set? Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

Youre trying to close your thighs together but of course his arms are THICK AF so he easily gets in between them while he steers with his other hand.

He spreads his fingers in you, causing you to get light headed and his words start sounding like background noise

"y/n? Y/N? answer me. Why were you talking to that tall read head from shiratorizawa? I didn't like the way he made you laugh you know. It made me miss a receive. Can you please pay attention while I'm talking to you, y/n?"

You're literally falling apart in the passenger seat trying to focus but you cum twice and suddenly you're home? When did that happen?

He carries you because he knows you can't walk already. But hes still interrogating you. "Y/n you know youre mine so why give that creep any attention? He was scouting us for our next game. He knew talking to you would set me off." He sets you on the bed.

"You know im going to make you answer me."

Proceeds to absolutely destroy you while telling you "who do you belong to? Me. Answer me y/n. You're MINE. you're so beautiful."

"That tall scrawny red head cant make you feel like this you know? I know your body i worked so hard to learn everything you like y/n." Hes still drilling into you and he was definitely speaking facts cuz hes pushing into THAT spot every time. "Why won't you answer me kitten?? You're everything to me. You weren't really flirting with that guy right?" You feel the ball of heat start to expand before you go into your fourth orgasm and he slows down to a pace that makes you cum a fifth time just because of the over stimulation and rhythm.

You finally cant take it anymore and you try to form a coherent sentence to tell him that your new friend Tendou was just complimenting kuroo and his team on their recent win against karasuno. "T-tetsu he-"

You can't finish your sentence because he starts going faster and you just give up.

Lol sorry for how long this was i totally got carried away. Maybe I should start writing? Idk. My thoughts are always so scrambled. 😭 anyways thats my take on it.

THIS SOME GOOD FOOD HERE. A TOP TIER TEDTALK. oikawa gonna pull out his phone to show you the matching couple pictures and make you pick one out but how can you??? when he’s just banging you from behind until your vision blurry, hands shaking as you randomly pick one. 

AND THE KUROO ONE. when he’s just like “y/n? Y/N? answer me?” BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP. I HATE. THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HE WOULD DO. 

this is gold, this is life, this will live rent free in my mind now.