second thoughts pt. 2

yandere!izuku midoriya + yandere!katsuki bakugo

x fem!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

part 1,part 3

this isn’t fluff because i felt like it didn’t fit in right now, but i definitely plan on writing a part three that is pure fluff

⚠️ use of the word “hell”

it took quite a bit of time for your captors to notice your shift in mood. it was nearly halfway through the day following your fight when bakugo finally questioned you.

“what the hell is wrong with you?”

well that definitely wasn’t the way to say it. you were already angry and hurt, and that just pushed you over the edge. there wasn’t anyway else you could interpret those words, you truly believed that your captors no longer loved you. why else would they treat you so coldly? none of this made sense.

“what the hell is wrong with me?” you let out an angry scoff, completely frustrated by how ridiculously foolish your “lovers” were. “what the hell is wrong with you?!”

the two men in front you shared an anxious second of eye contact before turning all their attention back to your frame that was trembling in anger. noticing their looks of confusion, you made a loud huff of frustration.

“you have ruined my life! don’t just stand there and act like you have no clue why i’m upset!” your eyes shot back and forth between the two in front of you. seeing that you really were getting nowhere, you stomped off. you weren’t even quite sure where you were going, you just didn’t think you could stand being around them any longer. it hurt more than words could describe that they didn’t know why you were hurting. it felt like it should be obvious.

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it had been a few hours since you stormed out and you weren’t sure if your emotions had simmered down or gotten worse. there were still too many conflicting thoughts in your head that you didn’t even hear the slight knocking on the door at first.

it became more insistent and some angry whispering could be heard, probably belonging to bakugo. you snapped out of the trance you were in and stood up to go open the door. not a moment too soon, it seemed like katsuki had been planning to break it down.

midoriya started talking after an awkward moment of silence. “hey, y/n.” another pause. “we’re sorry. we’re sorry it took so long to realize what we did wrong, too.”

“sorry.” bakugo seemed a bit embarrassed. his eyes remained fixed on the floor and hands crossed in front of his chest, defensive.

you weren’t willing to accept that just yet. “prove it.” if they really still loved you like they used to, they should be willing to spoil you for the next week at least. if they didn’t, you would know that your fears were true and you should start planning for your final days on earth.

today we’re thinking about Deku and his stundere wife .

Cw: Black fem reader, afab anatomy, light smut-like its mostly fluff but there’s the smallest sprinkle of smut, body descriptions.

Izuki Midoriya loves his mean wife.

No one can understand why he’s been with someone who seems so agitated with his existence for so long , but he really does. And you are mean.Always snapping at him about one thing or another .

He didn’t run an errand on time.

He forgot to take the dog out this morning.

The lawn isn’t mowed.

Popping him in his forehead because he didn’t pick the kids up from school or drop them off for clubs.

To other people you seem insufferable.

But for Izuku, its what other people don’tsee that’s got him so hooked.

They didn’t see way your brown eyes went as wide as saucers when he got down on one knee , or the the way your usually strong , steady voice faltered when you said yes (reluctantly of course)

or how your face lit up the first time you held your firstborn after pushing through eight hours of labor like a fucking champ. Beautiful brown lips curling up into the most delicate smile he had ever seen in his life.

Other people never get the privilege of hearing you rant about your favorite tv shows , spiky voice unusually calm. (Deku would never say it upfront , but he never knows what’s going on in any of the shows you like, no matter how many times you explain it to him, the only thing on his mind being your adorable voice.)

For as long as you’ve been married , he still dosent think He’s ever heard you say you loved him. You might have mumbled it once while he was dragging you to bed after you had too many drinks at a Christmas party but he isn’t too sure.

But the thing is ,Deku dosent need to hear you say you love him to know that you do.

He feels it in the chaste kisses you leave on his temple as you leave for work , early in the morning when you think He’s sleep. He never is.

He can taste it in the wonderful foreign dishes you have waiting for him on the dinning room table every day when he returns home from his hero agency, battered and bruised. Before you , he was sure his favorite food was Katsudon, but now its whatever you feel like blessing his palate with.

He sees it in how understanding you are, Never jumping down his throat when hero work keeps him busy ,not even when he misses anniversaries , or birthdays, or first days of school.

He knows you love him because of how tight you wrap your hands around his torso, tear streaked face planted in his chest , shaking because “you thought he might not make it home tonight.”

His entire body drips in your love when He’s balls deep inside your perfect cunt, the feeling of connection so sacred and warm, he thinks if given the chance , he might never leave. Your manicured nails scratching lines on his back, cutting deeper than any insult you could ever spit at him.

Yes, for Deku its what others don’t see that truly matters, because for all your nitpicking, fussing and borderline domestic abuse,

Deku knows you love him.

And boy does he love you too.