merely a boy

ʚ doe eyed baby ɞ

[simplyaboy]

JUST A BOY !

Bambi , afro-indigenous writer Agender and AFAB, any pronouns (he/him preferred !)

FANDOMS | my hero academia, httyd, dc, marvel, jjk, invincible, dune, blue lock, star wars, aot, etc ; just ask ! asks are open !!

MASTERLIST | work in progress . . .

[sealriousbusiness-deactivated20]

deku being just . a little gross with you. like you're out on a walk with him and maybe bakugou and maybe todoroki and you offer everyone one of your little candies you have in your handbag. you get mint and immediately complain only for izuku to go ☺️ oh we can swap! i don't mind. and bakugou is gagginggggg assuming you're both gonna take the candies and out of your mouths and swap.

gross, but normal enough. kind of.

no. lol. what izuku does is squish your cheeks together and give you a big wet kiss only to fish Your candy out of your mouth with his tongue and deposit his in its place. and after he's like. wiping the corner of your mouth like ☺️☺️ there now you have a melon one, ill keep the yucky mint. anyway we should go get ice cream!

and bakugou is just having a fucking coronary the rest of the walk. (and also fighting off a boner but that's his own issue he's fine)

[simplyaboy]

Hey was browsing through your account and realized you deleted alot of your fics, I really enjoyed them😭. I respect you if you don't feel comfortable having them up I just wanted to know why? You don't have to respond if it makes you uncomfortable.

ah !!!!! i haven’t been active lately, but regarding any fics i’ve deleted . . . i just didn’t like them, or felt disappointed in my own writing & the overall feel of the ones that r gone. i’m happy that someone out there enjoyed them but it’s unlikely i’ll repost them uwaaa ˶ˊᜊˋ˶

[simplyaboy]

“ POSTER BOY. ”

synopsis : headcanons on how pro hero midoriya izuku would be as a yandere to a civilian sweetheart.

cw : obsession, unhealthy behaviors, allusion to dub/non-con, stalking, nsfw — the usual yandere stuff. ><

GENERAL —

to start, izuku is not a healthy person when it comes to his interests. have you seen his room? anything he even remotely likes tends to spiral into obsession, snowballing before he can even get a grasp on it himself. he knows how bad it can get, but in his defense, it's just so hard to stop. it's a habit that stuck with him all the way to his adult years. speaking of obsession . . . it's really, really easy for him to get attached. just as easy as it is for him to get hurt when connections don't last as long as he wants them to. he would kill to have a normal, simple and human relationship to another person that wasn't a pro hero. it's unfair to him, is what he decides when he first meets you. he's a really good actor. being a pro hero and all, even without a quirk, he's gotta keep up appearances. it's hard not to let that mask of pro hero deku slip on over izuku. this is something he's desperate to get rid of. after all, he wants to be his true, authentic self around you. despite how harsh his actions can be—the way his smile can so easily slip off, fading into a blank and empty expression, he's a total sweetheart. and a huge fucking crybaby. he'll sniffle when you refuse to speak to him, but stares emotionlessly if you gather the nerve to insult him. insults don't work with him. but silence? he can't handle that. it hurts him, he doesn't enjoy being ignored, not being acknowledged. just . . . taunt him, instead of pretending he doesn't exist. unsurprisingly, izuku is extremely physically affectionate. and fucking creepy. he's got photos upon photos of you, at least five notebooks that are filled with writings and sketches, and he never. stops. talking. after long patrols, he tends to just come back home, flop down next to you, and hold you close. he likes the feel of soft, unmarred flesh against his own ridged scars and blemishes. something weirder about him, his smile is as genuine as ever. shaky sometimes, most definitely, but it's that same smile people like you would feel safe when seeing before this whole ordeal. no matter how tired, sleep deprived, or bruised up he may seem, he genuinely loves being a hero.

NSFW —

he's big. thicker than he is longer, for sure, with freckles all over. not just on his cheeks (LOL.) of course, him being him, he's a little insecure about his body. but above all else, he'll put your sexual needs over his, and believe me. he knows you have a lot. don't let him talk when he's doing anything even remotely sexual with you. he goes on these rants, the tangents that are sometimes only really mumbles to himself, taking in anything new he can write down for later. it's disgusting, really, how he feels comfortable enough to be a pervert around you. he isn't exactly ashamed of that, though. the prick wants you to know. if anything, he gets off on it. i like to think he has hyperspermia. when he cums, he cums a lot. shakes when he does, little puffs of air that come out all shaky and whiny when he reaches that high. it's worse when he finally has you all to himself—he tells himself that it's natural. before this, all he had was a fleshlight and his hand, and those never made him cum as much as being with you did. uhm. he likes to sniff you. i'm serious when i say he's fucking weird. watches you sleep, occasionally records and takes pictures, gets off to you doing the most mundane things. you won't be able to breathe near this man without him zoning out, dick twitching as he has this little blank look on his face. it's almost embarrassing. praise and degradation kink all wrapped into one. he can't be normal about anything in bed. please don't ever call him pathetic, he'll moan and go faster, harder, and apologize while saying he can't help it—proving that he really is pathetic. aftercare is a really big thing with him. it annoys you, of course, because it's another thing izuku considers intimate and sweet. he can go for hours if he really wants to, but doesn't, just for your sake! isn't that so nice of him? considering his stamina is so high, he usually has to get some pent up energy out in the bathroom, because you glare at him whenever he tries to get off right next to you . . . oh well. definitely a cervix bruiser. feels bad, but not that bad, y'know? he's got some sort of sick breeding kink bouncing around his head, and at some point, he's gonna throw away the condoms. so there's that.

[lynnstired-deactivated20260116]

thinking of izuku fucking reader VERY hardcore and mercilessly, like full power fucking, no slowing down or stopping, grunting the filthiest and dirtiest things ever

and then after it he's all cuddling you in his arms and kissing your sore spots so softly and asking sweetly if you're okay and need anything

he can be either the dirtiest animal ever or the sweetest angel ever

or both

[simplyaboy]

izuku with a bunny hybrid. i can’t stop thinking about it he’s rotting my BRAIN

[simplyaboy]

he’s a little freak about you . . . enjoys taking care of you even when you’re a brat, foot thumping against the floor with your floppy little ears pinned to your head. you’re his most precious person after all—he isn’t the kind to give you heat supplements during that season because of how you paw at the zipper to his pants and whine about how you wanna be fucked

[simplyaboy]

izuku with a bunny hybrid. i can’t stop thinking about it he’s rotting my BRAIN

[simplyaboy]

⋆˚࿔ — UNASSUMING BUNNY

cw : yandere, stalking, paranoia, psychological horror, kidnapping, AFAB genitalia, non-con/dub-con, dead dove ; do not eat

SYNOPSIS : you’re the normal, unassuming nine to five worker who goes to a coffee shop a top pro hero frequents . . . tired, grumpy, always getting the same cup of coffee whenever you come in. he just wants to change your life for the better; even if you think it otherwise.

you’re as normal as normal gets. the common, everyday office worker that gets on the subway, clocks in, buys coffee and the occasional energy drink, and then goes home, slumps into bed, and snooze until you have to repeat. the only break you could possibly catch is on the weekends.

the coffee place you go to is the closest, cheapest place you can find. delivery is too expensive nowadays. there are some things you have to skip out on—but the coffee is decent, it gets you through your shift, so you live with it.

your routine is uninterrupted. safe, predictable, easy. at least . . . until a pro hero just had to start patrolling your area, buy some coffee at your coffee place, and boost the popularity there. the quality got better, thank goodness, but you’re still annoyed. the lines are longer and your lunch break seems to get shorter and shorter. you hate it. the change exhausts you more than you expected.

there aren’t any other coffee places that are within the measly amount of time you need to get there. and delivery is, again, too expensive. one day you’re standing there, rifling through your wallet to pay for your now more expensive coffee, and then pro hero deku is offering to pay for you.

it’s the least he could do.

you’re blatantly reluctant to accept—there are people staring. whispering. envious, even, and you think you’d be dumb to not accept a free coffee; not knowing what would entail after you accept with the best smile you could. (it was clear you were exhausted and drained. poor thing.)

it becomes a regular thing. he’s there earlier than you are, at first, and sometimes later, but he always asks to pay for you. then he insists on doing it. and then, you don’t have to ask. he knows when you come in. watches you leaves, stares without even breathing, sometimes.

you don’t know it, and how could you, but he’s got notebooks on you. they filled up quickly. stacked up before izuku knew what he was doing. he gets obsessed easily. stays hooked on that obsession. once he gains one, he never lets it go, keeping it close like an old worn out teddy bear, one with its button eye and stuffing falling out. it happens too fast, and spins out of control just as soon.

one day, the hero insists on walking you back to your workplace. you decline. the way his gaze follows you with a smile, as if he knows he can wear you down, like he did with the coffee . . . already, you remember why you’re not really into pro heroes or things like that. why you don’t date. you don’t say anything.

suddenly, you’re not just being watched while you step onto the subway. you’re being watched as you go into and leave work, while you walk home, while you sleep, while you cook, while you just stare out of the window. at some point, your curtains stay closed. all the time. you keep a taser and mace on you, maybe a pocket knife.

he thinks it’s cute.

you debate just doing delivery this time—just this once. the coffee shop suddenly isn’t your safe haven anymore. there isn’t anywhere you can breathe without feeling like there’s someone staring, analyzing, dissecting your very being. you do not want to think about when this started. because you know when it started. and it scares you.

you’re not able to order any coffee. pro hero deku bought some for you. says you mentioned where you worked offhandedly while the two of you stood in line one time, and he’s got a sheepish smile like a teenage boy asking his crush out, averting his gaze with a laugh. but the way you stare at him, and the way he stares back?

both of you know.

there’s a day when you’re walking to the subway again. this time, you had asked to do a little overtime—just to avoid seeing him on patrol. to ignore the way he lit up when he saw you. it’s late, but the city never sleeps, and right now, that’s all you want to do.

you don’t hear him behind you, but you feel his stare. there isn’t a chance for you to turn to look at him before he’s cooing in your ear, shushing you as he asks if you liked the coffee he left on your desk. he made it special, after all.

by the time you come to—you already know. it doesn’t smell like your apartment. doesn’t feel like your bed. your body aches in all the wrong ways, and there’s something warm between your legs. the saliva in your mouth is thick, and you have to blink a few times and struggle before realizing you’re tied to the fucking bed.

“. . . oh,” deku sits up, dazed. he blinks as he pulls his face from your cunt, the thin string of spit and your slick snapping as he licks his lips like he was just eating a really, really good meal. “you woke up.”

his pupils are dilated and half lidded as he presses a kiss to your tummy, and you want to sob. your tongue feels thick and heavy in your mouth as you sniffle, feeling pathetic and gross in the worst ways possible, and he shushes you.

“don’t be like that, bunny,” he presses a kiss to your cheek at the same time he presses two thick, scarred fingers into your warmth, and you heave.

“i’m gonna make sure you get the rest you need.”

note : this was fun to write!! my blog is inspired by multiple blogs, i feel like i did my inspos justice lolz

[simplyaboy]

i actually love my fellow poc writers because we are all one soul and are really freaky and obsessed with our favs. like fuck we should all makeout and then talk about our favs and how we’d like to make them yearn for us

[simplyaboy]

obsessed with t4t reader and katsuki. like imagine scissoring with him and he’s trying not to come before you do because he’s a loser who takes everything as a challenge. don’t ever bring a vibrator near that man, he will squirt i fear

[simplyaboy]

your roommate’s a perv and you don’t know it. whenever you leave for work, and he’s left at home, he doesn’t hesitate to go in your room and sniff your clothes. no, it doesn’t have to be panties or boxers, it could be your fucking pillowcase and he’d get hard.

he goes through your things sometimes to find out what stuff you like, including what kind of porn you’re into and things like that. he goes out of his way to learn recipes for you ffs!!!!

don’t ever let him catch you going on a date with someone else because he’ll send the fucker a video of him cumming inside you without hesitation

[simplyaboy]

a / n : hi sorry i’m an annoying fucking freak and just. won’t ever get over this. so i’m throwing you to the omegaverse wolves

being a pro hero and an omega is hard. the amount of suppressants you run through, the medicine cabinet filled with scent blockers, attempting to thwart of any rumors or hints of you being anything other than a beta . . .

only for your stupid fucking hero partner to know about your status. he hides his own, and he doesn’t ever let it be known that he knows. the only signs there could be is that he lingers too close. stares a little too intensely, too long at your neck. his pupils dilate when he sees you.

so imagine when you’re getting fucked by him, stuck in a headlock to make you stay still while you snap your little fangs at him and try to fight off the orgasm sneaking up on you while the only thing going through his mind is knotting you and getting you pregnant after multiple rounds

[simplyaboy]

izuku’s an absolute fucking freak when it comes to you. he doesn’t do it on purpose—no, not at all! he’s just . . . hopelessly in love is all. even when he’s fucking you within an inch of your life and begging to take the condom off, you can feel the love he’s got for you (and his dick bullying your insides.)

a / n : went on an unprompted hiatus after a bit . . . sorry for that. :)

[your-fave-transmasc]

[simplyaboy]

cw : slightly suggestive ? idk.

izuku and his sweetheart of a partner that's somehow even more of a weirdo than he is, and he loves it. you were the only one willing to listen to him rant about quirks and heroes back in middle school, and wouldn't judge him. you'd smile and nervously offer up your own input, acknowledgements, and eventually got comfortable enough to offer criticism. comfortable enough to side riiiiiight next to him, hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder, years later. while izuku was the quirkless freak turned hero and symbol of the country, you were collecting dolls—dyeing your hair, finding comfort in the screens of your electronics, in journals and scrapbooks and 'weird' fashion. you're not able to reconnect until he stumbles upon your page on some forum he'd been scrolling on while on lunch break, and gosh, how could he ever pass up the opportunity? it starts with just texting. then it turns into daily calling, meeting up, then moving in together. he likes how you've seen to grow comfortable in your own skin. no longer as awkward or as shy, more happy with yourself. satisfied and no longer so tired. izuku's the one who makes sure you've got a space dedicated to all your books, collectibles, clothes, and even helps with your makeup! he can't wait for the day you're content enough to let him see how 'weird' you are in bed. <3

[simplyaboy]

tw : yandere hiccup, smut

hiccup haddock is a pervert.

you would know. you're the one who has to experience it firsthand, after all. of course—you love hiccup dearly, the man is simply a lovesick fool at your hands. seemingly always has been. though . . . you'd argue he loves you a little too much. his fixation on you should be disturbing. it really should; but it isn't, and at some point, you grew to enjoy it. an absolute sweetheart in public, yet he's the same one stealing your panties. the same one who eats you out with hearts in his eyes, who whimpers when you pull at his hair just right, who overstimulates himself just to please you. and because his pull out game is shit. and gods, you wouldn't trade the poor man for anything. probably because he'd burn down and ruin countless lands trying to get to you, but that's beside the point.

[simplyaboy]

“ ‘zuku, love,” you coo into his ear sweetly—voice like honey, like the sweetest of sin and the loveliest of prayers wrapped into one. he hums in response and tugs you closer, making you squeak. he’s sweaty and panting softly into your neck as you let out a breathless giggle, and he smiles.

“yeah?”

“you can cum inside.”

“mmh, okay,” he mutters, and you nearly laugh when it takes seconds to register what you just said, and his eyes nearly bulge out of his skull as you outright wheeze at his expression.

you haven’t a clue what you’ve gotten yourself into.

a / n : call me crazy but every time i write izuku i make him blasian. he’s so fine i wish i could project my image of him onto the screen ngh