#deku fluff

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.

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.

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 

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.”

ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: dot humor/crack, some suggestive jokes, fem!(?)reader (the personality can vary from ss to ss, one is explicitly bisexual!reader), established relationships, overw*tch mention, joke about “curing” bisexuality, joke about transitioning/hrt, joke about threesome, mommy jokes, joke about a/b/o, features: izuku, katsuki, hanta, eijirou, denki, shoto... possibly ooc sero but he's not serious... text doesnt convey tone properly 😢... he's just joking...

ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my old account

ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: how you harmlessly bother them ^_^

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.

characters: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari

notes: day 6 of textober! this is suchhh a crack post but here you go 😭