"i wanna go home early tonight." — mha boys reaction to you telling them you wanna leave early [tiktok trend]
gn!reader x mha boys (deku, bakugo, todoroki, iida, kirishima, kaminari, sero) — 0.8k words
nana’s note: that one tiktok trend where people prank their bf saying they don’t wanna stay over the night LOL thought about kaminari’s reaction and decided to write everyone else’s. stupid, humorous, crack fic as the people say
deku: is on his phone and whips his head at you so fast you’d think he got whiplash LMAOO “w-wait, why?” he’s stammering already and frozen in place because poor izuku thinks he did something wrong to make you want to leave. drops his phone and all his attention is on you now and cue that inner monologue of his where he’s RAMBLING. his face gets all pink, eyes bubbling with concern as he tries to figure out what’s wrong, running through all possible reasons in the next three seconds until he just blurts out: “i can sleep on the couch!” PFFTTT you feel bad and stop the prank earlier than intended. he scratches his neck and laughs awkwardly as how quick he sold himself out HAHAHAA.
bakugo: “the fuck? why?” — instant hostility (toned down because it’s towards you). this mf was probably doing stretches on his floor because we all know he’s quietly all about that nightly wind-down routine. his brows furrow, lip curled in near disgust (you know that ugly face he makes all the time? yeah, LMAO) at the mere possibility that you don’t wanna stay the night. “because i’m not feeling it,” you retaliate with a shrug. bakugo watches you for a moment, completely silent as he scrutinizes your words. you almost break under his gaze cause like can he chill for 4 seconds… but he’s too smart and can see through your façade. “is this another damn tiktok trend? fuck outta my face with that.” (he spends the rest of the night by your side, doing whatever it is you want in silence)
todoroki: stares at you dumbfounded for a whole three seconds before quietly asking “… oh … why?” BUT SHOUTO IS SO SWEET BECAUSE THEN he’s questioning if you’re feeling okay, all gently and calmly. he’s quick to place a palm to your forehead, “are you feeling under the weather? i think fuyumi has some medication. do you want some water, too?” and he’s already half off the bed to fetch you whatever :( AWWW MY ANGEL BOY. you probably vow to never prank this boy in this sense again because he’s just too oblivious for his own good. got a good laugh outta you though because when you tell him it’s a prank he’s just like “.. oh, okay. i’m glad you’re feeling good, though.” with a cute small smile HAAHAH <3
iida: starts thwacking his hand in that chopping motion and he’s all flabbergasted like ???? has no genuine reason as to why you would say that, you seemed to be enjoying yourself the rest of the time. class rep takes off his glasses and cleans them like THAT COULD HELP HIM HEAR YOU BETTER OR COMPREHEND THE SITUATION LMFAOOOOOO. iida would gently hold your shoulders and ask you if everything is okay, like, did he… do something wrong? you burst out laughing in his face because he’s so serious and when you tell him it’s all a joke, the man’s glasses fog up in embarrassment. “do not play these games,” he says as he proceeds to grab a fresh pair of glasses off his wall. OKAY IIDA.
kirishima: you tell him from downstairs, yelling that you’re gonna head out soon. CUE HIS “what?! hey, babe—wait!” FROM THE TOP OF THE STEPS AND THE LOUD STOMPS OF HIS BIG ASS COMING DOWN. he’s like basically naked because he was in the process of changing before he heard you announce your leave LMAO. “why? what’s wrong, baby?” he’s so genuinely worried and confused, walking up to you with open arms. “don’t leave,” he’s POUTING. poor boy probably had the whole night planned out (movies, activities, snacks, hell—even your skincare regime he’ll do with you!). he wanted to do EVERYTHING. doesn’t find the prank very funny but sighs in relief. “don’t do that…” sharp-toothed lopsided grin <3
kamanari: i’m already dying at the thought of this man SCRABBLING to you from his bed to his door when you get up and announce you’re leaving. slides to you on his knees and wraps his arms around you. “BABE, WHY?” LMFAOOOO this dramatic mf I CAN’T. biggest puppy dog eyes. now see, i think he’d know about this prank but all reason flies out the window when his amazing and hot partner is threatening to leave his house for the night. all he can think about is HE CAN’T SPEND MORE TIME WITH YOU? it’s enough to make him beg at the camera that blatantly in his face (he doesn’t notice it).
sero: you two are chilling on the couch watching some trash television when you say you wanna go home early. then to your absolute horror, this man goes “okay, see you.” HELLOOOO???? but sero is snickering to himself because this man already knows what your ass is up to. he’s quite the actor because he deadpans at you with a “what?” when you stare at him like ???? LMAOOOOOO. but he knows he went too far when he says “i can call you an uber or something.” he doesn’t get to blink before his last sight is your body flying at him HAHAAH “i’m sorry! i’m sorry!!” but the two of you laugh so hard together. sigh, i love a man that can play along.
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timeskip!izuku absolutely loses his mind when you visit him at work, showing you off to his students, attacking you with kisses, & gushing to them about how he met you during his time at UA.
timeskip!izuku loves his wife & talks so much that his students know your birthday & all pitched in to get 'Mrs. Midoriya' a gift that made both you and Izuku tear up.
timeskip!izuku comes home to you tired each day but happily sits with you at the kitchen table, grading papers while you make dinner. Humming in response while you tell him about your day
timeskip!izuku is to no surprise, the best dad ever; he treats your kids like little angels, spoiling them the best he can—never letting them feel different or less than for being quirkless.
timeskip!izuku cuddles up next to his wife each night, whispering sweet nothings, brushes fingers through your hair & pulls you flush against him under the soft sheets
synopsis : you always smell like vanilla and your boyfriend— izuku midoriya cant handle it.. | drabble + fluff .
izuku midoriya was exceptionally perceptive.
his social awareness and beading eyes made it easier to sense out tougher and tenser situations that the normal person might miss, his constant muttering wasn’t useless gibberish— it was facts overflowing through his lips from his already overfilled brain.
he was also able to remember and notice little facts about his classmates, how sero loved oranges and mina always wore a pretty shade of sparkly pink on her eyelids.
but recently, he noticed something else— something addictive, buttery, warm and soft.
you, his new and first girlfriend.
you always carried a bakery wherever you went— trails of fragrances lingering behind you, sugary cookie dough and pure sweet vanilla extract.
and god it drove him insane.
“hey— ‘zuku.. you’re so touchy today.” you giggled, shuffling slightly as izuku continued to lay his head on your collarbone, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.
his grip tightened, “sorry.. you just— mhm.. smell so nice.” he whispered, his curly green locks blocking any vision you had.
your smile etched wider, the warmth from izukus body and the your room almost lulling you to sleep. “thanks!— I’m wearing my favourite today.. i’ll wear it more if you like i—”
“—yes. yes, please do.. w- wow.” he mumbled, he quickly inhaled, his breath ticking your neck before he exhaled slowly. “no wonder ochaco always wants to sit next to you.. you smell..”
he trailed off, his grip loosening slightly as he moved his head from your shoulder, staring at you with flushed cheeks and wide-blown eyes as he fiddled with his shirt cuff.
“a- amazing.. just— perfect..”
you were silent before you leaned upwards and pecked a short kiss to his lips— sweet and vanillary.
“awh! ‘zuku you’re so adorable.” his face flushed red as you pulled his cheeks, giggling as he tried to gently push you off.
“hey- stop!”
“nuh-uh! wanna go get something to eat?”
he smiled bashfully, slowly taking your hand in his and intertwining them soothingly. “mhm.. I wanna buy you some more perfumes too..”
⤷ mha x f!reader (use of she/her pronouns, fem. relationship labels)
⭑ number-one hero deku, sitting on the couch across from his girlfriend in his pajamas, applying matching green face masks and giggling at the mess they’re making
⭑ cold and formidable pro-hero shoto, cross-legged on the wood-paneled floor with his wife as they share a bottle of wine, despite the large vacant table and long vacant counter, laughing quietly about the most recent scandal at work
⭑ great explosion murder god dynamight, begging for mercy as his fiancée sits atop his chest grinning triumphantly and tickling him without remorse, his eyes watering and lungs burning because she knows exactly the spot that makes him unravel
⭑ fashion icon pinky, known for her model-worthy looks, bundled up in blankets and stolen hoodies and mismatched socks and sweatpants with her girlfriend as the two of them binge-watch all five seasons of riverdale
⭑ charming and dashing hero chargebolt, sitting in front of the tv at seven am, sharing a blanket with his fiancée and watching cartoons and eating cereal because neither of them wanted to cook and definitely not resembling two responsible adults whose wedding is in two months
⭑ the ever cool and composed ingenium absolutely losing his shit because his wife was unaware that the dominos pasta containers are aluminum and cannot go in the microwave, as they found out the hard way, the pair now staring at a crispy microwave and charred countertop
⭑ sweet and kind uravity who becomes an absolute menace when up against her girlfriend at mario kart because they agreed the loser would do the dishes and she refuses to even touch that mountain of plates after tamale night
⭑ the manliest of all heroes, red riot, who swears there is no manlier thing than going for drive-thru at one in the morning with his fiancée in the passenger seat because they had a fry craving
Izuku becomes almost desperate the moment your lips meet.
The second your mouth touches his, something shifts inside him. His hands grab your waist with clumsy urgency, almost trembling, as if he’s terrified you might disappear between his fingers. He pulls you sharply against him, lifting you effortlessly so you’re straddling his thighs.
His lips devour yours, his tongue seeking yours with a desperate hunger that takes your breath away. You can feel his heart pounding hard against your chest, his hot, ragged breath mixing with your own.
His fingers dig into your hips, sinking into your flesh like he wants to keep you prisoner. He controls every single one of your movements, refusing to let you pull away even an inch.
The kiss grows deeper, messier: tongues tangling, teeth clashing lightly, soft muffled moans escaping between your mouths.
Your hands slide to the back of his neck, then into his messy green hair. You grip it gently, and Izuku lets out a rough sound against your lips almost a growl.
After a few seconds, as the kiss makes your head spin, you feel something hard and burning press against your ass through his pants.
The realization hits you instantly. He’s already fully hard, his cock straining and rock-solid. A small smile forms on your lips against his mouth despite yourself.
Izuku doesn’t even try to hide it. On the contrary, he tightens his grip on your hips and presses you more firmly against him, rubbing his erection against your ass with obvious urgency.
He finally breaks the kiss, just enough to catch his breath. His forehead stays pressed to yours, his glasses slightly crooked, his lips swollen and wet. His green eyes are dark, clouded with desire.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he murmurs in a hoarse, breathless voice. “The moment I kiss you… I lose my mind. I can’t stop.”
His hands slip under your shirt, caressing the bare skin of your back. He pulls you even closer, slowly grinding his hard length against you, as if he needs that contact to survive.
“Don’t stop…” he almost begs, his voice low and trembling with need. “Kiss me again. I need you baby.”
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ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+ (suggestiveness), #1 pro-hero!teasing!ex!izuku, fem!pro-hero!bratty!no nonsense!reader, established relationship, fluffy, flirting, terms of endearment, banter
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: blow him up. now
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: calling your (annoying) crush (ex-boyfriend) and asking him out on a date for $100
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 700~
“excuse me, miss?”
oh god— paparazzi? how was this even possible? you were in civilian clothes, your hair was styled completely differently than usual— was this some sort of stalker? you swear, you were gonna—
“if i gave you one hundred dollars, would you call up your crush right now and ask them out on a date?”
your eyes flick over to the small mic in his hand, then to the guy trailing behind him with an iphone camera. oh. a tiktoker. you had seen a couple of these videos before. your gaze returns back to their faces— blank, unrecognizing. did they really not know who you were? huh. fall out of the top ten for one season and suddenly you’re taking the cold plunge into obscurity...
you clear your throat, fighting back a smirk.
“my crush?” you echo, a soft laugh slipping out. you fish out your phone from your pocket, teeth catching your lower lip as you thought the proposition over. “it’s my ex, though, so…”
“ah, really?” the guy laughs with you, “why’d y’all break up? you guys on good terms?”
“we’re good,” you explain cooly. “we just work a lot... makes a relationship… difficult.”
your fingers move languidly over your screen, already bracing yourself for how unbearably smug izuku was going to be about this.
“i don’t even know if he’s going to pick up right now…”
*♪♫♪*
“deku speaking.”
you watch as the interviewer’s expression shifts— eyes widening in surprise as he glances at his cameraman, collective gears turning in sync about who was on the phone and who you were as well. you, on the other hand, just rolled your eyes at the overly formal greeting — definitely a habit from too many work calls — and held the phone closer to the mic to pick up the conversation properly.
“hey,” you breathe.
a chair creaks from his end, as if readjusting his posture, sitting up a little straighter. you can practically hear the annoying ass smirk spreading across his face.
“hey, you,” he says, “what’s up?”
“what are you doing saturday night?”
“saturday? nothing much,” he hums. “hopefully you, though.”
your brow twitches. “you’re funny,” you deadpan, rolling your eyes. “i wanna go out for some sushi. will you be available, or do i need to ask katsuki?”
“katsuki?” he laughs, the sound carefree despite your subtle threat, “are you with somebody right now, sweetheart? you’re not usually so mean to me. what’s with the attitude, huh?”
“there’s no attitude,” you shoot back, trying not to scoff otherwise prove his point, “and i’m not with anybody. you wanna go or what?”
he lets the moment linger, savoring every second of this. “can you ask any nicer?”
you glance towards the interviewer, the promise of $100 dangling just out of reach. you click your tongue, before drenching your voice in a syrupy sweetness.
“izu,” you coo, “do you wanna go out on a date with me?”
god. you were already dreading that stupid, inevitable smile of his come saturday. well, at least the following post-date, pent-up sex back at his place would make up for it. with that same godforsaken smirk all too audible through the phone, he answers, “yes, of course.” there’s a beat before he adds, “but i’m picking dessert.”
mumbling out a quick agreement, you say your goodbyes, and promptly hang up— your face is warmer than you’d like when you turn back to the influencer for debriefing.
when the video drops later that week — everywhere, from social media to news segments — people can't help but eat it up. clips of you being unexpectedly snippy with the fellow pro-hero, commentary about how different you were from your usual composed image, edits highlighting how teasingly cheeky and hot number one pro-hero deku sounds—
none of that is the worst part.
the worst part is saturday night— sitting across from izuku, and watching that already-forming grin as he leans forward slightly and asks,
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You almost fell asleep when Izuku’s voice cut through the silence of the room— making you open your eyes slowly.
“There’s one more here,” his tone is soft, yet analytical, brows furrowed as his hand hovers above your naked breasts, finger poking one of your beauty marks on one of them.
You blink a few times— your eyes readjusting to the faint light of the room— trying not to let sleep envelop you again. You look down where his finger points, seeing the little dark spot placed perfectly near the valley of your breasts.
“Oh— that…” you mutter, surprised. “I didn’t even notice,” you let out a sleepy chuckle.
He just hums at your words, green eyes focused on the spot, fingertips brushing softly against it as if trying to decipher when it appeared.
“It wasn’t here two days ago,” he adds quietly, making you raise your brows.
“You keep count of my beauty marks?” you ask in disbelief, even if the gesture fits him so well. Of course he’d do that.
“Sometimes… when I can’t fall asleep,” he admits, eyes flicking up for a second. “Is that weird?”
You shake your head at his question— your hand finding his.
“It’s very surprising… someone being so observant when it comes to me,” you assure him, guiding his hand over your cheek, placing it against the warm skin.
“How can I not be? You just… exist and make me want to look at you— trace you— study you…” he frowns again— not believing you would even ask this.
You can’t help but smile, warmth spreading through your chest at his words. Without thinking, you reach up, letting your fingers lace through his hair, and gently pull him down— your lips meeting his in a slow, lingering kiss.
He melts into it instantly, hands moving to rest against your sides, but you’re the one guiding him— pressing closer, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against yours. When you pull back just slightly, your foreheads rest together, and you let out a soft laugh.
“It’s not weird,” you murmur, brushing a strand of hair from his face.
He smiles, green eyes shining with something awe and affection.
Carefully, you shift, letting him settle against you, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you snuggle close. His head rests perfectly in the curve of your neck.
“Stay like this?” you whisper.
“Always,” he breathes, and you press a soft kiss to his temple, letting the world fade away as you both just… exist, together.
