The air was cold everything around them was cold except for them. Hiding under the sheets was Izuku and Y/N, izuku trying his hardest to keep both of them under the warmth of the sheets while also thrusting himself in and out of Y/N the warmth of their bodies keeping them warm. Skin to skin, thrusting, the sensation of his cock sliding in her. He wanted to keep the warmth in while also trying to satisfy her. Them under the covers was all that mattered.
waking up and turning over to see Izuku sleeping peacefully, lips parted, one leg out of the covers, dead asleep.
you think of all the things you've planned for him today, the dinner at his favorite resturant, a little suprise party you set up with his students, and the gifts the await him.
you sit up thinking about what to make for breakfast, looking him over again you get a different idea, you made him breakfast in bed last year, you can switch it up a bit...
you lay back down and shift closer to him, pressing you body against his side and kissing his cheek softly, he hardly reacts, maybe a soft sigh but other than that he shows no sign of waking up.
slowly you slide down, pushing up his shirt a bit exposing his lower stomach, kissing down until your met with the waistband of his shorts, you watch him carefully as you pull them down.
you take him into your hand, he's half hard and you pump him gently until hes fully hard, even leaking a little bit.
you lick the pre dribbling out, watching how his eyes scrunch up a little bit, his tip brushes against you lips and you open, slowly slipping his cock into your mouth, you feel his thigh tense up briefly underneath your palm.
you set a gentle pace, light sucking, your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, and your free hand pumping him softly.
Small groans fall from his lips, he stirs in his sleep, his head falls to face the wall and he lets out a sigh.
You repeat this process, watching and listening carefully until you feel his thigh tense under your hand and tired emeralds eyes open and flicker down to where you lay between his thighs.
In seconds his face is flushed a deep red and hes propping himself up on his elbows, taking in the sight before him.
Messy hair, an old t-shirt of his that falls off your shoulder, and most of all, his cock wedged safely in your mouth.
"Whats this?" He asks shakily, waking up like this was not something he thought would happen, let alone so close to cumming.
You hum happily around him, his face scrunches up in pleasure and a little whimper slips past his lips.
Now that hes awake, you speed up, sucking harder, bobbing your head faster, and taking him deeper.
He lays beneath you limp, one hand fisting the sheets while the other tangles into your hair, hes moaning and rutting his hip into your mouth shamelessly as he gets closer to the edge.
Tears well up in your eyes from how deep you've taken him and your fighting every bone in your body not to gag around the thick length violating your throat.
Suddenly, he stills with a broken cry of your name, his hand still tight in your hair, his cum fills your throat.
a tear falls down your cheek as you swallow his release, he moves his hand from your hair to your cheek, caressing it gently with his thumb as you both recollect yourselves.
you let go of him, his heavy cock hits his stomach with a soft slap and you crawl up to him, he sits up more and pulls you in for a kiss, his tongue swipes your lips and you part your lips, his hand is back in your hair and his other hand slowly trails down to your damp panties, rubbing soft circles over the cotton.
you gasp and moan into the kiss and he swallows all your sounds, kissing you harder and deeper, until there was no space between you and he was on top of you, pinning him beneath him and pulling your panties to the side.
His finger slides through your slick folds, spreading your wetness before continuing circles on your clit, faster and rougher, he revels in every sound you make, the way your back arches up into him, the little pulse in your clit he can feel as you get closer.
you gasp when he slides two fingers inside of you, you can feel him smiling into the kiss as he rubs your soft spot while swiping your clit with his thumb, you feel the knot in your stomach get tighter fast.
You can hardly kiss him back, he's doing all the kissing, your moaning and whining into his lips, gripping onto his shoulders tightly as he mercilessly plays with you, before you know it the knot snaps, you cum with a cry of his name and your thighs clamp shut around his hand.
he presses his thumb into your clit while slowly massaging your soft spot, letting you ride out your high on his fingers, he kisses the corner of your mouth and all over your face.
He starts sliding down, going face to face with your pussy, dripping, sensitive, just how he likes it, he licks one stride up and moans at your taste, you yelp and grab his hair.
"You have to get ready for work soon, we'll continue this later..." You whine, tugging on his hair.
He chuckles and starts to give your clit kitten licks, making you twitch a little bit, you bite your lip.
"We better make the time count." He mumbles into your pussy.
latching onto your clit and sucking harshly,
which is exactly where he'll be until his alarm goes off.
Has our lovely reader ever made izuku sleep on the couch after an argument?
A/N: the perfect ask for Izuku's birthday.. Thank you!!
Sleeping on the couch
Midoriya Family Shenanigans
You and Izuku rarely fought, you just never found it conductive and your husband often was too much of a sweetheart and a good man to ever leave the both of you upset or grumpy for long. Midoriya Izuku was always willing to meet you half way and love on you, even when you were unreasonable, and often if you were being reasonable was willing to stand by you or impliment whatever you had that was bothering you.
But once every blue moon...
Once in a few millennia
Izuku would do something that would genuinely piss you off.
"I don't see what the problem is Y/N." He said as you packed away the dishes. His mother had come over for dinner and as much as you loved Inko with all your heart, you were also very much aware that Izuku was her only child. And sometimes she could be a bit of a boy mom.
And you were saying something as a mother of boys.
You sighed as you closed the last glass container and looked up at Izuku. "What don't you understand Izuku? I'm just saying that I think your mother needs to start backing off a bit again. I have everything handled when it comes to Koda and the kids. I don't need the extra help and we have everything under control."
Izuku's eyebrows furrowed at your words. "But my mom always stays over for a few months after you give birth. She's been doing it since Toshinori, what's the problem now?"
You put your hands on your hips as you stared up at him. "She had told me in front of the boys that I'm not cooking food rich enough to help their growing bodies. I don't want the boys thinking thats okay to say in front of them."
Your husband stared at you, his beautiful eyes unable to connect the brain cells necessary for this conversation. "Is that it?" The look you shot him was enough to curdle milk. Izuku leaned back with a grimace as he put a hand to the back of his neck with a sigh. "I'll talk to her, my love, but you know she means it out of the goodness of her heart. She loves you. Besides the boys are rather on the slender side, it doesn't help that they have my genes, so I think she might have a point."
You blinked. "What?"
Izuku opened his mouth but out of the corner of his eye he saw a group of green heads of hair. Three of his sons were peaking into the kitchen, their eyes wide. Toshinori's mouth was in a purse as he shook his head side to side, trying to communicate to his father not to think about answering that. Asahi followed his brother's lead and shook his head as well, while Hero had a hand covering his mouth to stop himself from giggling.
Izuku knew he was taking a gamble and a risk, but you always told him to speak his mind. "She just has some opinions, and everyone's allowed to have them. Like how you can sometimes be hard to work with when it comes to Koda and his medicine schedule."
You scoffed and raised an eyebrow. "Really? Is that what she and you think?"
Izuku's eyes widened. "Wait- Hold on, I never said-"
"Well!" You wiped your hands and slapped the cloth down on the table. "Midoriya Izuku, how about you can agree with your mother on breakfast tomorrow and sleep next to her instead, because clearly my own opinions in my own home don't matter as much as your mother." With that you turned and walked out of the kitchen with your head high.
Your husband had just realised he had messed up. Big time. He followed after you quickly with anxiety building in his chest. "My love-"
"Do NOT 'my love' me!" You kept walking heading up the stairs. "You aren't sleeping in my room tonight, Midoriya until you figure out why what you just said is wrong."
Izuku stayed standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up as you disappeared and two seconds later the door to your bedroom closing and locking behind you. Izuku grimaced as he sighed, dropping his head.
He really messed that one up.
He dragged a hand down his face before turning to his boys who stared at him. "Toshinori..."
"NOPE!" Your eldest put his hands up and shook his head not wanting to be part of the two sides. "I'm not getting on mom's bad side too."
Asahi kept his head down as he followed after his elder brother.
Hero just laughed and walked up to Izuku as well. He patted his dad on the back with a diabolical smile for a 10 year old. "You really did it this time."
Izuku sighed with his shoulders slumping. "You don't have to tell me Hero."
"It's okay dad. I can burrow you a pillow and blanket." Hero suggested with a grin that was missing one of his incisors (Soccer ball to the face resulted in that). "I can even get you an extra pillow to use as mom."
Despite having to make himself comfortable on the couch, a very low substitute for your bed, Izuku did feel in the middle of the night, close to 1am, the sound of your footsteps coming down with an extra blanket big enough to cover his entire body. And a kiss to his forehead followed by a "Stupid tree" before hearing you go back upstairs.
He had to stop himself from smiling too widely.
He would make it up to you tomorrow and talk to his mom.
And maybe add in some begging. But he'd do anything for you.
notes: i hope this injects some dopamine directly into your brain cells. loves, reblogs, and soft screams in the inbox are appreciated!! 🥰
warnings: absolutely none. zero. pure unadulterated tooth-rotting fluff. local hero is devastatingly in love with his family, more at 11. casual mentions of paperwork and exhaustion but that’s literally it.
The key turned in the lock with a soft, metallic click that sounded way too loud in the quiet of the apartment.
Izuku slipped inside, shoulders dropping the absolute second the door closed behind him. It had been a long day. The kind of day where your bones feel heavy and your mind is just a blur of paperwork, patrol routes, and trying to explain to a rookie why you can't just smash through a building to catch a petty thief.
He kicked off his boots, sighing as he padded into the hallway in his socks. The apartment was dark, save for the faint, warm amber glow of the kitchen nightlight and a sliver of light escaping from the cracked living room door.
He followed the light. Obviously. Because he’s a moth to the flame when it comes to his family.
Izuku pushed the door open an extra inch, and his heart just… melted. Completely liquefied. There was nothing left but mush.
There, sprawled out on the couch under a giant, fluffy All Might throw blanket (a housewarming gift from All Might himself that Izuku will defend with his life), were you and your four-year-old son, Haru.
Haru was completely dead to the world, face pressed right into your side, one chubby little hand gripping the front of your shirt like he was holding on for dear life. He had inherited his dad’s unruly curls, which were currently sticking up in every single direction imaginable. And you were slumped against the arm of the couch, one arm wrapped securely around Haru’s waist, your breathing slow and even. A half-finished book was resting dangerously close to slipping off your lap onto the floor.
Izuku just stood there for a solid minute, a soft, ridiculous smile spreading across his face. He rubbed the back of his neck, his thumb brushing against his collarbone, just taking it in. This is mine, he thought, and the sheer weight of how lucky he was hit him all over again.
He stepped into the room, making sure his footsteps were completely silent—a skill that usually served him well during stealth missions, but was currently being deployed solely to not wake up his sleeping treasures.
He knelt beside the couch, carefully picking up the book from your lap and placing it on the coffee table. Then, he leaned in.
First, a tiny, feather-light kiss to Haru’s forehead, right between his messy curls. Haru let out a tiny, soft sigh, his little nose twitching, but he didn’t wake up. He just shuffled closer to you.
Then, Izuku shifted his gaze to you. He reached out, his calloused, scarred fingers being incredibly gentle as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His thumb lingered on your cheekbone, smoothing over your skin.
"Hey," he whispered, so quietly it was barely a breath.
Your eyelashes fluttered, and you blinked sleepily, the ambient light catching the haze in your eyes. It took you a second to register him, but when you did, your lips curved into that soft, sleepy smile that always made Izuku’s chest ache in the best way.
"Mmh… 'Zuku," you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep. You tried to shift to give him space, but Haru let out a tiny whine, tightening his grip on your shirt.
"Don't move, don't move, it's okay," Izuku quickly whispered, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you still. "Stay comfortable. I've got you."
He leaned down and kissed you properly—soft, slow, and lingering, tasting like home and warmth. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours for a second, just breathing you in. The scent of your laundry detergent and the faint smell of the tea you’d probably had earlier completely washed away the lingering stress of his day.
"You're late," you murmured, your eyes already half-closed again.
"I know. I'm sorry, sweetheart. Reports took longer than expected," he said, his voice a low, soothing rumble. He ran his hand down your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Go back to sleep."
"Come to bed soon?"
"In a few minutes. I'm just gonna change."
He kissed the tip of your nose, making you huff a little laugh, before he carefully pulled the All Might blanket up a little higher, tucking it securely around both you and Haru.
Izuku stood up, looking down at his wife and his son, completely at peace. He might be the Number One Hero to the rest of the world, but standing in his quiet living room, looking at the two people who held his entire universe in their hands?
Hey Glitch! Did you have a fanfic of Bakugou and the reader forced in a marriage but he ended up leaving her and izuku married her after? I’m sorry if not I’ve just been looking for this fic it was my favorite 😓
Hello habibi.
I just reuploaded it onto AO3 right now. it's called Of the Land. I upladed the first 3 chapters today, I'll upload the next 3 tomorrow. :D
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izuku who gets a little mean when you're all drunk on his cock
cw: p in v
"yeah, you like that huh baby?" he says, his hips working his heavy cock into you one inch at a time. you simply whine in response, eyes already rolling back at the way his hand rubs your clit.
he has you firmly pinned in prone bone, his weight preventing any squirming. he works his cock further into you, savoring the way your pussy flutters around him.
"you're, you're my little slut, yeah?" he whispers, voice mocking in your ear.
"y-yes, yes 'zuku, ngh-"
"that's it, take my cock. good slut."
his hips slam a little rougher now, forcing moans and begs out of your mouth. a thin layer of sweat covers both your naked bodies, and the perverted sounds of plaps and squelches fill the room.
izuku's hand reaches out to lift your head by your hair in a firm grip whilst the other pushes your back down. you pant in the new position, body trembling as you grow closer.
"there you go, cum on my cock baby, like you were made to."
you scream out as you cum, orgasm shaking your body as you clamp down on his cock. he fucks you softly as he rides out your high, laughing softly when you try to squirm over, overstimulated.
