coming down from sex w izuku
he’s always a little bit frazzled after it usually a bit emotional and wanting to be close to you. green locs tickling your chin, head pressed in the crook of your neck, cock sensitive, and body on fire. “mmm baby” he’s whining and you’re moving to press tender kisses on the skin that you can reach. rubbing his back and slowly bringing him back to a more stable state acting as his anchor knowing that he gets whisked away oh so easily.
“did so good for me zu, such a good boy” n he whines shuffling his lower half “love you so much” you tell him, running your fingers through his mop of curls. the words fall so easily from your lips and it’s too much for him, honestly. he’s looking up at you, a bit disheveled eyes glossed, n your marks decorating his skin. “what’s wrong baby, why’re you crying?” you ask, fingers moving to delicately brush away his tears. he’s shaking his head voice soft whispering a, “nothing, i-i just i love you too” n then he’s stuffing his face between the valley of your chest kissing at it ears flushed and muffling a ‘goodnight’ shortly before falling asleep.
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izuku might be a bright-eyed cutie who’s super loving and all about your pleasure, but do not be fooled. he’s more than capable of leaving you denied and shaking in his arms as he kisses you sweetly, of fucking you so hard and good that you that you’re a swollen, fucked out mess, of gently dragging you to the edge of orgasm over and over before pulling away right as you cum and leaving you ruined. he enjoys it, too. all while talking you through it in that low, soft voice that’s so much kinder than the work of his hands.
“does that feel good, sweetheart? good. you’re such a good girl, letting me love you like this. you deserve it…. you’re so beautiful, so precious to me, baby…. c’mon, you can do it. you can take it for me…. that’s it, princess. just let go. i’ve got you…. that’s my girl. let me hear how pretty you sound.”
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Katsuki has gotten into the habit of drawing hands.
Not just any hands, but Deku's hands specifically. Gag-worthy, he knows. But they wouldn't get out of his damn head, so he figured putting them on paper would solve something.
They were pretty shitty the first time he drew them — a collection of gangly shapes that gave him the stink eye just for forcing it into existence. And Bakugou Katsuki was not shitty at anything, so of course he practiced all that hand anatomy shit (hand bones are weird as hell, by the way).
In the process of hundreds of badly scribbled recreations of Deku's little wrecked-up wigglers, he has come to realize something. Something very, very counterproductive to the reason he started this outlet in the first damn place.
He knows Deku's hands too intimately. Like, more than any person should know about their rival's hands.
Every scar is sketched down onto the paper straight from muscle memory. Each knobby, who-knows-how-many-times broken knuckle rough and so real on the pages of his journals. They're too large around shitty pro hero-themed pencils, with thick wrists and freckles dotting the back of tanned palms. And god, there's at least one of the fucking grabbers in every journal. Some are clenched fists, scuffed from the fight. Others are gentler, rough palms open and reaching out.
Sometimes Katsuki draws his own hand there. Brushing the tips of Izuku's fingers with his. Sliding them together, both broken and battered from years of use, each finger and dip between them the edges of a puzzle piece. And they looked… right. Like they had always fit together. Like two halves finally coming home. Or some shit.
So, least to say, Katsuki has a problem. A very holdable, tempting problem, and he's convinced that if God exists, they are laughing at his pathetic ass right now.
Well. Just don't let the nerd find out, right?
[Spoilers: the nerd would eventually find out.]
@nottspocket made an absolutely beautiful comic based on this!!!! Check it out here it is the greatest thing to happen to me probably ever (this is so so late i thought id already done it fhffhfhfh)
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YANDERE MIDORIYA IZUKU HEADCANONS
TW: OBSESSION, YANDERE THEMES, MANIPULATION
Midoriya is a yandere that's sweet.
He's the kind of friend who would remember the little thing you liked and gift them to you. The kind of friend who would cover for you if you ever got in trouble, even taking all the blame.
"It's okay Y/N," he chirps happily as you swing together in the park. "I don't mind helping you out. You're my favorite person, after all!"
Midori-Izuku is sweet. You say this to all your friends and family. He's the perfect boyfriend. He knows just what you need when you're feeling down. He’s such a nice and thoughtful guy and none of your friends or family have a single bad word to say about him.
He's just so...sweet. So sickeningly sweet. You don't realize it until he's pounding at your door at 3am in the morning in the pouring rain. It's the third time this week. And it's Tuesday.
When you scold him, he just smiles his brilliant, blinding, sweet smile at you.
"I just wanted to see you. I felt like I would die if I didn't see you right now."
Everyone gushes over that and says he's the perfect boyfriend. Izuku is so amazing, so wonderful, so fucking sweet that you're starting to get sick.
Whenever he comes to see you, he brings a bouquet of roses. Beautiful, deep red roses that are always fresh and in a fancy wrap. The only thing wrong is the smell.
They pollute the air with a heady, perfumed, sickly sweet stink that lingers on your clothes, hair, and every possible surface. You're not even sure if that's normal for roses but one thing is certain. It's a constant reminder. Of who you belong to.
And you can't throw them away. If you do, Izuku is at your door within hours with a fresh bouquet as if he already knew...
You can't complain to anyone. Izuku's waterworks immediately turn them on you. Everyone: his friends, your friends, your own parents, berates you for not appreciating Izuku.
'He's too good for you'.
'You're just taking him for granted'.
'You don't even know how good you've got it'.
'You're so ungrateful. I mean, Izuku loves you so much! He's such a sweet guy...'
All you can do is watch in horror as everybody gets stuck in Izuku's sticky, honeyed web.
The worst part is, you had always been tangled in that web. But by the time you realized it, it was much to late to do anything.
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