yukioos

[yukioos]

husband izuku when your son is disrespectful

“osuke, honey, come down for dinner!” you called out to your son, stirring the soup in the large pot.

you paused for a moment, and your husband, izuku, stood next to you and expectantly looked at the stairs. he softly rubbed your hip and murmured, “maybe he’s not hungry, he did have a large lunch, did he not?”

he pouted and eyed you, green eyes wide, and partially covered by his messy green hair. you nodded, considering the possibility when small footsteps padded down the stairs.

you exclaimed, “oh, honey, do you want some soup? we have some other food too, i made a full meal!” but he continued to ignore you, rummaging through the pantry for some chips.

you tilted your head, “osuke, are you listening? i made some soup—“ you gave a hopeful smile.

he interrupted you with dark, green eyes and yelled, “shut up, mom! i’m just trying to get some damn chips and you keep bothering me! you’re so annoying!”

silence filled the room, and your son paused in his tracks, eyes looking anywhere but at you. his eyes were wide, focusing on the taller man next to you.

izuku lifted his scarred hand off your hip and slowly walked towards your son, who mumbled something under his breath. osuke didn’t look up at his father for even a second, already ashamed of his actions. he began to cry, loud and messy, tears dripping all the way down to his shirt, and izuku hadn’t even said a word.

your husband knelt at your son’s height, tilting his head, trying to make his son make eye contact with him. he asked, “osuke, why did you yell at your mom?”

he mumbled, “i don’t know,” and stared at the ground, scared of confrontation.

izuku spoke, “you know you’re not supposed to talk to your mom like that, buddy. it’s not nice.” he rubbed his son’s soft hair with his larger hand, trying to comfort him while also teaching him the difference between right and wrong.

finally, after a few moments, osuke shyly walked over to you and stood at your feet. he looked up at you and wrapped his arms around your leg, sobbing, “i’m sorry mama, i won’t be mean ever again! i’ll be nice and won’t yell!”

you smiled at both your son and izuku, who gave you a meek smile back, eyes squeezing shut. you picked up your son and held him on your hip, and he wrapped his small arms around your neck.

big, fat globs of tears streamed down his chubby cheeks and onto your shirt, which he clung onto for life.

he was just like izuku.

eventually, osuke’s arms went limp, and he began to drool on your shirt, causing you to playfully roll your eyes. izuku came over to you and placed a plush kiss on your lips, and you muttered, “love you, ‘zuku,” then beamed, looking into his big eyes.

“i love you too, honey,” he calmly spoke, then he raised an eyebrow, the moonlight hit his face in the most perfect way, causing his freckles to shine, “i think the crying wore him out.”

you joked, “just like his father,” then chuckled.

“hey!”

hi here’s the izuku version! as i edit this, i realize i already posted another writing today. sorry about that!

[yukioos]

hii! can I request a fic where the reader gets a few appearance changes (braces and a new hair color) but Megumi didn’t know until after the fact.

megumi seeing reader after they heavily changed their appearance

you stood with nobara outside your dorms, leaning against one of the walls as she laughed, twirling your hair in her hand. she complimented you, knowing your new hair color made you look ten times more attractive, not that you weren’t already. she was also the first student to notice you had gotten braces, and the bands were in an adorable color as well.

she asked with tired eyes, “has megumi noticed the changes yet?” and held a hand on her hip, tilting her head.

you laughed, “no, he hasn’t. i haven’t seen him around in a while, actually, i wanna see him today though. i don’t know if he knows i got my hair dyed.”

megumi, did in fact, not know you even changed your appearance. when he walked over to the dormitory area, expecting to see you, he saw nobara and someone else standing and leaning against the doorframe. was there a new student? no, surely gojo would tell him there were no students. if there were, then everyone in the school would know.

but then the mystery student turned around and smiled. it was you, the one he’d been searching for for days. he kept a straight face, trying to conceal his blush, as you looked beautiful. your new hair color looked amazing, and the braces shined, making your smile look even more attractive.

he observed, “you got braces and dyed your hair.” then slightly smiled at you, trying to get a better look at your newly colored hair.

“yeah,” your eyes squinted as you smiled, “sorry i didn’t tell you about it, i wanted it to be a surprise!”

megumi nodded as nobara gave him a thumbs up, causing him to roll his eyes. he spoke, “don’t apologize for it,” he paused, feeling a bit embarrassed, “you look great, y/n.”

you blushed, and he blushed as well, and you murmured, “thanks megs,”

soon, the two of you retreated to his room, and your head lay on his chest. megumi silently played with your hair for the whole night

so sorry that this was short!

[yukioos]

shoto is nervous to ask to cuddle with you

shoto wasn’t showered with love when he was a child, only praised when he did exactly what his father wanted him to do. he didn’t have much interaction with his siblings or even his mother to give a simple hug or have a conversation with them. according to his father, hero work was more important, and he wasn’t even a teenager when he had to go to extreme measures to become the best.

he was always training and was never taught or shown real love, too busy to receive it from anyone. the first person he received true love from was you, and yet he was so scared to initiate any act of intimacy, whether it was kissing, hugging, or hand-holding. words of affirmation came easily from him, as he was shown praise for doing well as a child, but he gave you compliments frequently. that was one of the few romantic acts he was good at.

but when shoto began to date you, he never knew what a proper relationship should look like, so he asked the boys in your class for advice.

he walked up to eijiro and stood in front of him with a blank expression, causing the redhead to ask, “‘sup, todoroki? you need anything?”

shoto stated, as his eyes darted back and forth between the man in front of him and the ground, “y/n and i are dating, and i don’t know how to show… love to her.” he paused, staring at eijiro’s widened eyes and a sharp tooth poking out, “i see couples holding each other in movies, normally in a bed or on a couch, is that normal to do with your lover?”

eijiro nodded, “yeah, dude! that’s totally normal, almost all couples do that with each other!” shoto’s eyes widened, and eijiro sighed, “you aren’t worried about it, are you? you don’t have to show pda if you aren’t comfortable with it, just show her love in different ways!”

“no, i want to,” he shook his head, “i want to hold her like that, but i don’t know how to initiate the act.”

eijiro exclaimed, “normally couples cuddle in bed, and there’s a lot of different positions too! one of you can spoon the other, which is where you hold each other, or you can be face to face. there’s a ton of positions, just find out what you wanna do by experimenting. most people cuddle when they’re super comfortable with each other or are resting in bed together, you don’t even have to say anything while doing it, it’s just a really intimate act. don’t feel pressured to do it though, dude!”

shoto nodded and said goodbye to him before retreating to his room, where you lay on his bed, watching television. when you heard the creaking of the door, you smiled and turned your attention from the large screen to him.

you grinned up at him, “hey handsome,” and scooted closer to the wall, patting down the sheets under you.

he hesitatingly walked over and sat down, staring deep into your eyes when you casually kissed his cheek, then his lips, and then his neck all in the span of a second. the tips of his ears turned red and his eyes were widened, how did you do that without a thought? how were you so natural at it?

shoto wanted to feel you, feel the natural warmth radiating off of you, and your body weight comfortably lying on his. he couldn’t wait any longer, and wanted to feel as close to you as possible.

he mumbled, “can i hold you?” and averted his eyes from your intimidating, loving gaze.

you tilted your head and looked into his heterochromic eyes, which were looking down at his sweatpants. you moved your head to get into his sight of view, and smiled, holding his cheek in your hand. he subconsciously moved closer once he felt your touch, and let out a soft sigh.

you then responded, “yeah, sho, you don’t have to ask.” then paused, “you don’t have to be shy around me, you can just do whatever you want. if you want to hold me, you don’t need to ask, it’s okay.”

he nodded and panicked for a second. how was he supposed to initiate the cuddles again? was he supposed to lay out his arms so you could crawl into his grasp?

suddenly, all his worries were swept away once you placed yourself into his arms. you wrapped your arms around his torso, slinging a leg over his. he felt your head lying on his chest, feeling his heart rate pick up and race quicker and quicker. he didn’t know what to do with his arms but remembered a movie once. the boy placed his hand on the girl’s back and rubbed it up and down, so he did as he remembered.

shoto’s mind was clear and calm for the rest of the night, feeling secure as long as he could protect you. he felt so loved, and as if he could show love as well as you do.

yay i love shoto

[yukioos]

hi!! i love your writing smm, especially how you write bakugo its so nice UAGHH i js love the way you write😭💝

can i request a shinso x reader? like the reader is related to aizawa (😭) and he asks reader to be shinso's sparring partner — reader is a bit quiet but def experienced in combat and it ends with shinso realizing his feelingsheheh

hitoshi sparring with reader and realizing his feelings

you were at home, petting your cats who slept peacefully on your stomach when your father stomped into the living room. he scowled and walked over to you, looking down at your lying body on the couch, with red eyes. you placed your phone down on the coffee table, guessing he was going to say some speech about how you need to be more careful with hero work.

but to your surprise, he stared at you and stated, “i want you to be hitoshi shinso’s partner at school.”

you paused for a minute, asking, “okay? i guess i will.” you giggled, “why do you have to be so ominous, dad? i thought you were gonna lecture me.”

he averted his gaze, mumbling under his breath, “maybe i will lecture you.” he halted, trying to think of a reason why he put you and shinso together, “shinso needs help with his physical abilities, so you’ll be training him, essentially.”

you nodded, smiling up at your dad and his tired, strained eyes. soon enough, as the days passed, and you were at school again, you froze in your path. purple hair blinded your vision, and shinso suddenly came up to you.

he asked, “are you ready to spar, aizawa?”

you nodded, “please, just call me y/n.”

a soft nod almost escaped your peripheral vision, but luckily, it didn’t. he smiled, and the two of you arrived at the training center. once the two of you stood in a specific area, you tilted your head, silently asking when the two of you should start.

“now,” he stated.

you immediately ran toward him at nearly superhuman speeds, causing hitoshi’s eyes to widen, and a gasp escaped his mouth when you stared at him with wide eyes, hair flying up like how your dad’s did when he used his power. shinso fell down once you swooped him out from under his legs, pinning him down. it seemed like he had felt a lot weaker, and he didn’t know your power. perhaps it was something like mister aizawa’s, something that could erase a strength.

shinso nodded, and you retreated to your spot. once he said ‘go,’ you again, ran into him faster than lightning and kicked him down, hair still flying up.

you stared at him, his disappointment and resentment toward himself when you suddenly decided to speak, “it’s not your fault. i can manipulate people’s strength, agility, all that type of stuff.” you paused, “so obviously, this isn’t now you really fight. i just made your abilities low.”

he softly smiled once you held out a hand for him, and he took it. once the two of you stood in your spots, he nodded, and first ran toward you, but you were too quick. grabbing him just by his arm, you lifted him up with your quirk, manipulating your own strength. then, you threw him onto the ground, causing a loud groan to escape his mouth.

god, you seemed so much stronger than him, so attractive, so smart. but he couldn’t think of someone like that, especially not his teacher’s daughter. not right now, at least.

soon, however, he began to improve, and he could predict your attacks. you did a couple of rounds of no quirk use before he ultimately decided it was getting late, so he stated, “it’s almost ten, we should be going to bed.”

you nodded, and he paused, “and also, call me hitoshi.”

you smiled, “good night, hitoshi.” and turned, retreating to your dad’s classroom.

he nodded and softly grinned, walking to his dorm. you made him feel so nervous around you. his heart warmed, and the tips of his ears turned pink. is this what admiration felt like? was it more than admiration?

but although hitoshi was confused, in the morning, he asked to see you again to spar, and of course, you couldn’t help yourself.

yay first hitoshi drabble!! also i loved writing this, should i write a part two?

[yukioos]

Competitive bakugo over a nonchalant y/n😏😏😏😏

competitive katsuki trying to win over nonchalant reader

everyone knew bakugo was competitive, always trying his best and fighting the hardest, no matter who he was against or what situation he was in. he always gave it his all. however, he thought he could do nearly everything on his own, he was incredibly independent, even hating it when people tried to help him with something, not wanting others to see him as weak.

but he did what he had done since middle school; put other people down to make himself feel better. unfortunately, you and midoriya were victims of it, but the two of you had very different reactions.

midoriya was always nervous to stand up for himself until a few months ago, when he became more confident in his abilities, which you applauded him for. bakugo, on the other hand, also made fun of you for god knows what. it was never for a specific reason, just picking on you because he didn’t know how to deal with his feelings for you.

but he was always frustrated with how you’d react. normally, after he would laugh and point a finger at you, you would just shrug and walk over to your friend, talking to them with an emotionless tone. he’d follow you, yell at you, just for you to do it all over again. he hated how you didn’t react in any sort of way.

so when the two of you sparred, and he won a match, he would yell and brag about it, calling you a sore loser and smirking in your face. you responded, looking at a nearby wall for a second, “good job, i guess.”

he frowned, “you guess? what the hell do you mean ‘i guess?’ you lost fair and square, y/n!”

you hummed and shrugged, causing him to march up to you with a scowl. he asked, “why do you always act so damn calm? cry or smile or feel emotions for once! you’re acting like icy hot!”

“i do feel emotions, bakugo, i just don’t show them that well. you should learn from me and be calmer, it especially helps in fights.” you almost smirked at the end, teasing him.

he grumbled, “teach me then.”

you raised your eyebrow and hesitantly asked, “really?” you didn’t believe him, assuming it was a trick.

“yes, dumbass. and call me katsuki or whatever, i don’t care.”

“seems like you do care if you’re correcting me.” you retorted, tilting your head and looking up at him.

the tips of his ears pinkened, and his face felt warmer than usual. he grumbled, “shut the hell up,” and used a small explosion near your feet, causing the ground to rumble underneath you.

of course, katsuki didn’t realize his reactions were very readable, and how dark his cheeks became once you teased him.

hope you liked this, it was fun to write!

[yukioos]

When I saw the insomnia reader x bakugo, it made me feel appreciated. As someone who is narcoleptic. :D

awww, i’m so glad you felt appreciated from my writing! my goal is to make many people feel included, so i’m glad i accomplished that

[yukioos]

YOU WRITE BAKUGI SO GOOD!! It makes me very happy. MWAMWAMWAMWAAAA🥰

this is so sweet, i’m so glad you love my katsuki writings. i love writing about him n he’s my bbyyyy

[yukioos]

hello! So far you have made really good post, and it made me think, what if you made one about bakugou x y/n, they JUST started making out and started this thing where after class and even the cafeteria hours they would go to the roof top and make out, and then come back to class and act like nothing ever happened. Also somtimes he would throw a paper and secretly desk her under the desk where they would meet up. 😍

when katsuki wants to make out during class

something soft hit your back, causing some giggles to be heard from around you. you raised your eyebrow, and when mister aizawa faced the chalkboard, you turned around to see nothing. a hand waved in front of your face, kaminari’s hand, to be exact, and his finger then pointed at the ground.

a crumpled-up ball of paper lay on the ground, so you bent over to grab it, opening the paper under your desk. maybe it had something in it. on on page, nothing was there, so you turned it to see the words ‘ask to fill up your water bottle’ with a little explosion drawing at the end, which is how you figured out it was katsuki who wrote the note.

you grinned and raised your hand, throwing the paper into your backpack.

mister aizawa finally turned back to you and asked, “yes?”

“can i please fill up my water bottle?” you held it up and shook it, and when no sloshing around was heard, he nodded.

you picked it up and walked outside the classroom, katsuki soon followed behind after he asked to go to the bathroom. he stomped after you, placing your water bottle next to the fountain before giving you a sly smile and gripping your hip. he shoved his lips onto yours and softly groaned, kissing you repeatedly, strings of saliva still connecting your lips after parting for a short period.

he lifted up your thigh, pressing it against his hip as he continued to kiss you. words haven’t even been spoken yet, but it was clear what the two of you needed.

even after that, he continued to ask you to leave during class or lunch to spend time with you. he didn’t just love you for your body, he didn’t just want pleasure, he wanted you as a person. katsuki knew he wasn’t good at expressing his emotions or love for people in a healthy way, but this was the only way he felt he could do it. it would always leave the two of you breathless, red, and even more in love.

to him, this was one of the most intimate acts someone could do, and he loved you with his whole soul. he never regretted skipping class to make out with you, besides when you heard a loud yell and chuckle from someone across the hall.

an annoyingly familiar voice rang in your ears, “hey, class 1-a! did you know two of your students, bakugo and l/n skip class just to make out in the halls?” monoma loudly chuckled, “class 1-b would never—“

he would always be smacked in the head by kendo, who would apologize and ‘leave the two of you be.’

that was one of the only times katsuki had felt embarrassed after making out with you.

hope you enjoyed this! i’m so happy you love my writing, your compliments mean the world to me. also, i gained around seven asks in one night so im trying to catch up, i apologize that i am not posting as often

[yukioos]

im sooo excited for the “katsuki wanting to make out in class” drabble!!

it was very fun to write, and i’ll be posting it tonight! i hope you’ll enjoy it, i have many other requests in my inbox so ill be answering them too.

[yukioos]

when you’re teasing eijiro but he doesn’t realize it

in your eyes, eijiro was the best boyfriend ever. he was attentive, caring, handsome, smart, strong, funny, and everything a girl could wish for. he treated you like an equal, sometimes even higher than him, as if you were a goddess. you were all he ever wanted, and it was clear through how he treated you.

he’d shower you in multiple compliments every day, commenting, ‘you look really pretty today,’ when you didn’t even change your looks, or complimenting you on a cute shirt he bought you. he didn’t have one specific love language, often always having a hand on your body, whether it was holding your hand in his or a kiss on your cheek. sometimes he would just like to lay with you in silence, enjoying your presence more than anything.

a light in his eyes would always flicker when you reciprocated his love, and his lips would always shyly stretch into a smile. even if you just gave him a simple and quick peck on the cheek, he would grin like he was the luckiest man in the world. which, he believed he was indeed the luckiest man in the world.

so you began to take it a step further, rather than leaving in the middle of a hangout with a quick peck on the cheek before fighting villains for a quick mission, you would let it linger, knowing you’d be able to defeat them. a few more seconds of intimacy wouldn’t hurt.

eijiro noticed the change in time but didn’t think much of it. maybe you noticed how happy he was whenever you showed the slightest ounce of love towards him, so you did it more often. he also saw how you would always move closer to him even if you weren’t talking, just wanting to feel his body heat radiating off of him, a reminder that he was close to you.

and you began to give him gifts more often, sometimes it was just a cool rock or a keychain from a store you found on patrol. he would normally display it somewhere in his room, but again, he didn’t think much of it. you probably just had a switch go off in your brain to be more affectionate, maybe.

however, the days were becoming even more frustrating. eijiro wasn’t confronting you about your teasing behavior, how your lips would linger on his neck a few seconds too long in public. maybe he thought your affection was normal, and that’s why he wasn’t bothered by it. weirdly enough, it was a bit reassuring that he wasn’t grossed out by your behavior.

sooner or later, your ‘teasing’ behavior wasn’t so much a joke anymore. your hand would linger on his bare, sweaty chest after he worked out, and your eyes would run up and down his body, more interested in his stylish outfit than anything else.

so the two of you lay on the couch in the common room, across from each other but legs on each other’s. both of you were on your phones, scrolling through social media when you came across a post that made you think of eijiro. the ‘spin fifteen times and try to kiss’ trend, specifically.

the girl and boy spun, giggling as it was sped up, and after fifteen spins, they wobbled over to each other, the boy kissed her forehead and the girl kissed his chest, and both of them fell to the ground.

you giggled and sat up, eijiro immediately doing the same. your laugh was music to his ears, and he would die to hear it again.

you scooted over to his side of the couch and lay your legs over his thighs, then suggested, “eiji, we should do this trend!” and showed him the video, as your whole body was almost on his, chest pressed against his own.

he watched the video in awe. it was adorable, and he immediately nodded. “hell yeah, babe! that was so cute!”

his sharp teeth shone in the sunlight, and his eyes squinted, he truly was happy with you.

hey sorry this was short but here’s the eijiro version of him getting teased. also, i will most likely not be posting as often because i have long requests i am working on, so it will take longer for me to work on my writings. sorry i posted this late by the way.

[yukioos]

hii could i request something where you and megumi are married and one day you just call him fushiguro instead of his name or any nicknames

accidentally calling husband megumi by his last name

the sunlight shined bright in your face, causing you to squint but slowly open your eyes, rubbing them with your hand. your body was enveloped in megumi’s warm and comforting hold. a smile crept its way onto your face, and a small piece of metal was cold against your stomach, his ring.

you glanced back to see his peaceful sleeping face. he looked beautiful with his soft, shiny skin and long eyelashes. you leaned over to gently kiss his nose before carefully removing his arms from your body, trying to stifle your giggles when you heard soft grumbles from him.

when you stood up from bed, you took another look at your husband, who now had his arms on the side of the bed where you were. your heart tinged with a bit of sadness, feeling guilty for leaving him even for a few minutes. you tiptoed down the stairs, trying not to wake up megumi as you looked through the cabinets in your kitchen.

there were no cups. did he put them onto the highest shelf again?

you glanced up and sighed, seeing clear glasses and colorful, shiny glasses on the very top of the cabinet. you sighed, knowing it would be difficult to get the glass without megumi’s help, but he was sleeping.

you tapped your foot against the wooden floor impatiently, crossing your arms until you heard footsteps walking down the stairs. turning your head, you smiled at his messy hair and spoke, “sorry, fushiguro, i didn’t mean to wake you up.”

megumi stopped in his tracks, staring at you from the bottom of the stairs. he still appeared sleepy, and now a pout was on his face. he grumbled, “fushiguro?” his eyebrows were pinched together, and he couldn’t stop looking between you and the ground.

you tilted your head, confused at why he suddenly seemed so upset. he stalked closer to you, grabbing a cup from above you, and murmured, “fushiguro’s our last name. i’m only megumi to you,” he paused, mumbling, “or nicknames, too.”

you apologized, cheeks warming up as he filled up your cup for you, “oh, sorry, megs! forgot about all your other nicknames for a second.”

he gave you your cup, and after, led you back upstairs. once the two of you climbed back in bed, he rested his head in the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist. he placed a soft kiss on your neck, then lifted himself to kiss your lips.

you suddenly felt your ring being twisted and turned by megumi, who you felt softly smiling into your neck. in just a couple of minutes, the feeling would stop, and megumi would only be breathing in silence.

hope this seems accurate! i was struggling with which color to make his name, dark blue or purple

[yukioos]

HELLO! This is my first time requesting so my apologies if I didn't do it right

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(Katsuki x insomniac!reader)

I love your writing style smm, so I was hoping you could write one where the reader is like an insomniac, staying up late to be chronically online and stuff and Katsuki tries to help her ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

I struggle with insomnia quite a bit, and I just stay up, scrolling through my phone or computer even if I don't have anything to do on there. And it's not like a one time thing either, it's like every night, and the only way I actually go to sleep is holding my plushies or listening to ASMR/or calming music, but it still takes quite a long time for it to kick in.

So I would love it if you could convey that in one of your oneshots!!

If you don't wish to go through with my request for any reason, no worries and I hope you have a good rest of your evening! (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

I wish you tons of love and good times all around, thank you for listening (∩˃o˂∩)♡

katsuki trying to help his insomniac partner

katsuki was writing down what was on the board, listening to what mister aizawa was teaching when he turned his head to see you nodding off. he glared, and checked to see when the teacher wasn’t looking, then reached over to push your shoulder.

you slowly turned toward him and pouted, quietly grumbling, “what?”

“pay attention. you’re not failing this test, idiot.” he scoffed, changing his attention to his paper and trying to solve the equation in front of him.

after a few minutes, he heard a loud thump to his left, and he sighed once he saw what happened, your hair was splayed out everywhere, your head lay on the desk, and your arms wrapped around your head, protecting it in some sort of way. he reached his arm out, not caring about the equation anymore, and wrapped his hand around your bicep, squeezing it, and small explosions landed on your arm, causing there to be a black mark on your uniform.

you swatted his hand away, seemingly wide awake when he whispered, “we’re talking after class.”

you retorted and laughed, “no shit, katsuki, we always talk after class.”

he rolled his eyes and scoffed, done with your antics. but when the time came, and the class was done, school was officially over for the day, he dragged you by your hand into your dorm.

once you set your bags down and yawned, he asked, crossing his arms after he took his clothes off and changed, “why the hell are you always so tired during the day? do you not sleep or some stupid shit like that?”

you shook your head and then nodded, a little confused about how to explain it with just signals. you spoke, “i have insomnia.”

his eyes widened. well, now he felt like an asshole.

he mumbled, “first off, you need to sleep quicker and easier. what do you think makes you calmer and more sleepy?”

“i think being around people i like makes me sleepy because i feel relaxed around them, like a comfort person. then i like listening to asmr, i love listening to soft taps and crunchy sounds! it’s so cool!” you exclaimed.

he rolled his eyes. he didn’t know what the fuck asmr was, but he assumed it helped, so he spoke, “sleep with me tonight, and we’ll put that asmr thing on.”

“really?” you asked, eyes shining with admiration. all he was worrying about was your phone, as you managed to check it around a hundred times a day, even when you weren’t supposed to. who knew what you would be like at night?

so when it came to be around eight at night, you found yourself in katsuki’s dim room, with his large television screen opened up to the youtube app. you complained, “why are we here so early, kats?”

he answered, “because i’m guessing you take a long time to sleep. put on your favorite channel and get in bed.”

he stripped off his shirt as you took control of the remote, typing in the letters of your favorite asmr channel before clicking on a video. you climbed into bed with katsuki and crawled closer to him, wanting to feel his warmth.

after a couple of minutes, you reached over to the nightstand to grab your phone when katsuki forced your hand down. he argued, “no phones past eight.”

you immediately tried to argue as well, “but—“

“go the hell to bed. no phones.” he kept his word, and eventually your eyes started to feel heavy.

you mumbled, digging your face deeper into his side, and around two hours later, after conversations, and switching through multiple videos, he finally felt your breathing evening, and he sighed.

although you had to wake up early in the morning, two hours preparing to sleep was better than many more hours. he smirked to himself, katsuki had to make this part of your nightly routine.

hi i hope this was realistic enough! i’m so glad you love my writing, you have no idea how much this affects me

[yukioos]

could u write a husband!katsuki or husband!izuku reacting to the reader and his kid being disrespectful and rude to the reader, maybe even pushing them lightly?

husband katsuki when your son is disrespectful toward you

your son, teiji, has been ignoring you all day, the only sign that he was listening to you was his grunts, groans, or mutters under his breath when you would talk. although he was the mere age of seven, he was acting like a brat, and you knew you needed to reform him before he became overly disrespectful. unfortunately, no matter what you would do for your son, he always rolled his eyes and retreated to his room. when you tried to ask him what was wrong, or if he wanted to talk about his feelings, the boy would brush you off and walk away.

the fact that katsuki was doing hero work at his agency wasn’t helping either.

but when he came back to a quiet house and a frustrated wife, he knew something was off. he didn’t feel as if danger was near, it was most likely an emotional problem.

so he walked over to you in his gear, boots thumping against the wood, then wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your neck, “i can tell something’s wrong. you gonna tell me about it?”

you mumbled, “tei seems frustrated today, but i don’t know if he needs space or comfort. whenever i’ve tried to ask him what was wrong, he brushed me off.”

katsuki stared at your tired expression and tilted your chin up, “he might need space, let’s wait for a bit then maybe he’ll want to talk to us,” then pressed a plush kiss on your cheek, turning to walk upstairs so he could shower and change into comfortable clothes.

once he was done, he sat on the couch in the living room, picked up a book you were interested in, and put on his reading glasses. you giggled at his slight pout. he really looked like a dad.

a couple of minutes later, small footsteps came down the stairs as you were working on some brownies, wanting it to be a sweet treat for katsuki and teiji both. you smiled at seeing your little boy walk down the steps, although he had a blank expression, and he walked right past you in the kitchen.

you asked, “hey, honey, do you wanna help me out with these brownies? i can teach you how to crack the—“

your son’s spiky blonde hair puffed up, and he shouted, “shut up, mom! i don’t care about your stupid food, just stop bothering me!” he gave a push to your leg, which hardly did anything, but you were astounded.

but in katsuki’s mind, as soon as he heard the shouting begin, he knew he had done something wrong with his parenting. this was exactly how he acted towards his parents, and he began to feel more regret and resentment toward himself each day for that.

he stood up, the couch creaking under the weight, and he placed his reading glasses and book on the coffee table. he stalked closer and closer to his child who was nearly identical to him, and glared down at him. his eyes darkened, and teiji whimpered, feeling a bit intimidated by his father’s stance.

the boy backed up a few steps and averted his gaze, knowing how his father could get when he was completely silent. he almost brought himself to tears before katsuki could even talk.

katsuki slowly crouched down to his son’s height, and spoke clearly, “i don’t want to hear you speak like that to your mother ever again, do you understand me?”

teiji fiddled with his fingers and nodded, sniffling and wiping his nose constantly.

his father tilted his head and stated, “i don’t hear you saying anything, teiji.”

the younger boy wiped his nose again, “i-i understand,” he hiccuped.

“why is it wrong to talk to your mom that way?” katsuki asked, wanting to see if his son really knew why it was disrespectful.

“because— because it’s mean and— and she’s my mommy,” he stuttered, not bringing himself to look into his father’s eyes.

katsuki faltered for a second, then ruffled up his son’s hair, pulling him into a gentle hug. he picked him up and mumbled, “i want you to apologize to mommy, okay?”

he nodded and muttered, “i will,” but still couldn’t bring himself to look into katsuki’s eyes.

so once the older man put him back down on the ground, teiji walked over to you with red eyes, and tried to look up at you. he tugged on your bigger hand, “‘m sorry for being mean, mom.”

“it’s okay, sweetie, please don’t do it again, though,” you replied, picking him up and placing him on your hip. he wrapped his tiny arms around your neck, and rested his head on your chest, nodding off into sleep. his exhaustion must have worn him out.

katsuki stood in the middle of the room, blinking slowly at you until he walked over. he asked, with a warm hand on your back, “i’ll make sure he doesn’t treat you that way again,” and placed a plush kiss on your forehead, causing you to smile.

“i really appreciate what you did, honey,” you moved a bit closer to him, hip touching his leg, “i love you.”

he sent you a soft, reserved smile, and pressed a soft, plush kiss on your lips, then on the top of your son’s forehead.

might make an izuku version later

[yukioos]

I yearn for more izuku you write him fucking scrumptiously

awww thank you so much! i literally love writing for izuku and plan to do so more in the future. i have a few works i plan to post later, too. feel free to send in reqs or asks for him!

[yukioos]

staying up until midnight to congratulate katsuki on his birthday

the clock on your nightstand read 23:56.

four minutes until it would be katsuki’s birthday.

the two do you were watching a show about a particularly brutal serial killer who took the lives of about ten people, just for the souls of the dead to haunt the killer for the rest of their lives. to katsuki, it was a stupid show, but he paid attention anyway because you would certainly have questions after you were done with the episode. you had a habit of getting sidetracked during shows and would ask questions about it to catch up rather than rewinding it.

you checked the clock again. 23:58.

two minutes until your boyfriend would turn a year older, something he’d think about more often than you thought. he wanted to savor the time he had left with you, after all, it could be taken away at any second.

his hand rubbed your calf when your eyes flickered to the clock for the third time that night. he frowned and paused the show, asking, “the fuck do you keep looking at the clock for?”

a soft smile appeared on your face when you stared at the clock, which read 00:00.

it was officially katsuki’s birthday, april 20th.

although he was confused, and scowled, waving his hand in your face, you sat on his lap and beamed up at him. he glared down at you with no hate behind his eyes, just a face he put on to intimidate you. of course, he failed.

you slowly cupped his cheek in your hand, and he grumbled, averting his gaze. you placed a soft kiss on his lips, closing your eyes as you mumbled, “happy birthday, kats.”

his mind came to realize that’s why you kept shifting your eyes to the clock every so often. you wanted to check to see if it was his birthday to congratulate him.

he muttered, “thanks,” and placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing it comfortingly as he leaned his head down to kiss your neck.

“i know you don’t like big parties but some of the guys gave me gifts to give to you, and i made a couple of cupcakes for us. they’re cinnamon flavored, by the way.” you smirked at the ending sentence, causing him to chuckle.

“you know me too well, sweets,” he spoke, looking down into your hopeful eyes, “i’m so lucky to be with you.”

you smiled up at him and he mumbled, “can we get the cupcakes later? wanna do something first.”

you nodded, and he showed a mischievous grin, the light in his eyes flickering.

when the two of you woke up, he could only describe that night as exhilarating.

decided to use military time bc i feel like they would use that instead of am and pm in UA. anyway happy fucking birthday to my glorius king katsuki bakugo <3 also for the ones that celebrate it, happy easter!

[yukioos]

Begging for a Katsuki and Eijiro version of them being teased

I’m so in love with your writing omfg

katsuki getting frustrated with your teasing

katsuki was insanely sensitive to touch, always noticing even when you slightly brushed by him. however, he would always pull you back, expecting a kiss or some more affection before he let you go.

because of his sensitivity, you decided to tease him more. it couldn’t hurt, right? surely it wouldn’t do so much to him, after all, it would be a harmless joke.

so when you began to slowly run your hands down his back or chest, he would feel so much, your fingers grazing over his scars and through his clothes. he could hardly help himself, and when he was in the hallways of UA, or walking down the streets on patrol, he would still feel your hands all over his body. he blamed you for how he suddenly turned touch-deprived.

of course, katsuki wouldn’t admit his yearning to anyone but you. he missed your touch at all times, trying to imitate your hands with his own, rough ones, whether it was placing his hand on his chest like how you would, or running down his hand up and down his bicep.

but it never felt like you, and he needed your touch. he didn’t care what you did or how you did it, but he needed you, needed to feel you.

something was off. you always placed teasing touches on him, especially when his friends were around. were you trying to catch him off guard? were you just trying to embarrass him, show his friends how he really was around you?

so when you finally sat yourself on his lap, straddling his thick thighs, he nearly lost it. you ran your hands down his scarred and muscular chest, placing teasing kisses on his neck. you were driving him insane with how you were touching him, and you even knew how sensitive he was, how every touch affected him so much.

once you ran your hand down his stomach, katsuki shuddered and grabbed your wrist, “the fuck are you doing?”

you mumbled, “‘m not doing anything, kats,” and continued with your small and gentle touches.

“mm, stop—“ he muttered, trying to bite down the soft sighs that came out of his mouth, feeling too comfortable around you.

you pulled away, knowing it wasn’t what he really wanted, causing a string of curses to leave his mouth. he gently shoved your head back into his neck, begging for more kisses. he grunted once you didn’t continue, and you let out a small chuckle.

eventually, you kissed katsuki’s neck and jawline, hands sitting on his shoulders, and his hands on your hips. he mumbled, “you damn tease,” and softly laughed, rubbing your back up and down.

if only you knew how much your affect on him stretched.

i’m so glad you love my writing, i genuinely appreciate it so much. i’ll make a separate writing for eijiro being teased :)

[yukioos]

when you prank them with the ‘she’s busy’ message

featuring: katsuki, izuku, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi, neito, dabi (toya)

this was kinda silly to make