Ass off in 12 layers. He hates the gray slush it becomes, he hates the stressful holiday season that comes with it, but most of all, he hates the way it makes his boyfriends feel.
They always come down with colds, sniffling at 3am with a heater by their sides. Even with Izuku’s
OFA and Eijirou’s superhuman whatever, they still become little nestles of love that need to be taken care of during the winter time.
This particular year though, he decides he’s going to take matters into his own somewhat sweaty, explosive hands.
He’s going to knit.
A little known secret about Katsuki: his mother made sure he learned how to make clothing in every form. He pricked his fingers hand-stitching, he screwed up many different pieces of fabric sewing, but the one thing that truly stuck with him was knitting.
It was comforting and on the days he was homesick, he would get out his favorite pair of needles with a fresh ball of yarn, and knit the day away.
His favorite days were the ones when he could sleep until 7:30, grab a nice cup of pipping hot tea, and sits in the corner
Of his sectional , not moving unless he has to. Sometimes he’ll put his favorite instrumental tracks on, sometimes it’s nothing at all. But it’s a time when he can wear his green fuzzy socks, bundle up in his red blanket, and fully relax for once.
This year he decided early on that he’s going to give Izuku fuzzy scarf and a headband for his ears. And for Eijirou, a cozy sweater. He scours the aisles at his craft stores, looking for the perfect blend of yarn to use, feeling ten against his face and glaring at anyone that
Judges. He looks online for the cutest patterns around, trying to make them both festive and adorable for his favorite balls of sunshine. And when he finally finishes them a month and a half later, he frowns at his finished products.
They’re going to hate them.
He messed them all up. Of course they’re amazing for someone who knows how to knit and does it regularly, but for his standards?
Absolute trash.
So he wallows in his misery in his tiny corner of the couch, which is exactly how his boyfriends find him when they come to visit.
“Kacchan, we’re here! Where are-” Izuku spots the blond tuft of hair bidding behind his mountain of pillows “Kacchan, are you okay?!” He rushes over, and Eijirou does the same, kicking off his shoes haphazardly. Katsuki doesn’t even bother to pull his head up.
“It’s ruined.”
He muffles into the pillow.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Eijirou rubs Katsuki’s back in comfort from behind the couch. But then he spots the bundle of items next t Katsuki and he looks at Izuku, silent eye communication happening.
Slowly, Izuku craddles Katsuki and holds him to his
Chest while Eijirou grabs the items. And when he holds them up, he gasps.
Theyr’re beautiful. He sees a gorgeous sweater with oranges, reds and yellows, looking very similar to Eijirou’s eyes. And then he spots a emerald green scarf, along with a dazzling blue headband.
Lastly, they both spot the three pairs of socks, long and silver, looking similar to the socks Katsuki mentioned he wanted for hiking.
Eijirou looks at Izuku to see that the greeen-haired man already has tears streaming down his face.
“Kat, are these for us?”
Eijirou says gently, walking over to join the two on the couch. Katsuki just gives a very small and muffled “Mhm”, before burying his head in Izuku’s chest.
“So you don’t eat sick.” Another muffled response with a sniffle. Izuku lets out a small sob before shuffling Katsuki in
His space more, while Eijirou engulfs them both in a bear hug.
“We love them, Kacchan. They’re beautiful, so thoughtful of you, honey.” Izuku give him a small kiss on the forehead.
Katsuki’s head pops out a bit from the bundle.
“So you don’t think they’re ugly?”
“We could never!” Eijirou sputters. “You made them out of love so we can stay warm. Plus they’re perfect, the colors, the patterns, everything.”
Katsuki lets out another sniffle before wiping his eyes. “So you’ll wear them?” He asks with a weary face.
“Of course! We would wear them every day if we knew you wouldn’t snatch them up to put them in the wash when we’re sleeping in the morning.” Izuku says with a chuckle. They all snuggle into the couch a bit more, enjoying the presence of each other. Until a though pops up in
Eijirou’s head.
“Kat, I didn’t even know you could knit. That’s so manly!” He says, cuddling up and rubbing his face in his new sweater. Katsuki’s face goes pink and Izuku kisses his cheek to distract him.
“Down, Kacchan. We’ll call Auntie later and show her!”
“…okay.”
That’s the end! 😊😊Thanks for reading, I couldn’t get soft, loves to knit Katsuki out of my head, so here it is 😅
No edits, so hopefully there aren’t too many mistakes. QRT’s and replies are cute, hopefully you enjoyed!
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Short little thing because I haven’t written for fun in weeks and I’ve lost control of my life
Cw: dkbk/bkdk, fluff
Izuku is just a teeny bit in love with Katsuki.
And by a teeny bit, he means absolutely, undeniably entranced by the man.
It’s a fact in his eyes. It’s as if the sky is blue and the grass is green. When it comes to his childhood best friend-turned-enemy-turned friend-and now lover, the feeling was always there.
From the time they were four years old, stumbling across jagged sidewalks and running
through fields, Izuku has known that his heart belonged to the boy down the street.
The moment he was pinned during one of their million matches only gave him clarity. He looked into crimson with specks of marigold and honey, almost eclipsed by the large pupil in the center,
A little-known fact about Katsuki: when he doesn't get his way, he tends to whine. Shouto thinks it's adorable. It's a true trait Katsuki only adopts when they're alone.
And when his cock is in Shouto's hand.
"Shou, c'mon," Katsuki whines as he bucks up into Shouto's hand. Shouto gives him the patient smile Katsuki hates to see, before pulling his hand away completely.
"What the /fuck/, Shouto?" Katsuki's face shifts into a pout, and that little whine runs from his puffy lips.
"Katsuki, you have to be patient. I thought you said you were going to make me come?" Shouto asks, feeling his own cock twitch in his pants.
Kinktober Day 9! For Kirishima's birthday 💕 ✨Cockwarming✨
CW: NSFW, KrBkDk
Eijirou slowly wakes up to plush blankets surrounding his body. He hums as he curls into them further, snuggling into the warmth of the morning.
Only when he feels bodies around him shift, does he
become more alert, groaning as the sun peaks beneath his eyelids.
"Ei, you wake?" A raspy voice asks, and Eijirou feels an arm shift around his waist.
"I think he's still sleepy," another voice pipes in, and soft lips kiss the top of Eijirou's head.
"Mmh, I'm up,"
Eijirou grumbles, reaching an arm out of the sheets and wiping away the last of the sleep from his eyes. He reaches forward and pulls Izuku closer, nuzzling his chest as the other man giggles. Katsuki snuggles in closer from behind, and his hips rub against Eijirou's ass.
Kinktober Day 7 and 8 are here! ✨Shibari and Marking✨
CW: NSFW, SeroBaku, Handjob, Sprinkle of Subspace
Hanta's hands are made by the Gods themselves, Katsuki is sure of it. He was easily at level 12 earlier, fuming as he stormed into Hanta's apartment straight from a battle.
Now he's at a calm level 5, sitting on his knees on Hanta's bed, arms stretched behind him.
"Still okay?" Hanta asks, stroking the small bumps on Katsuki's arm.
"Yeah. Are we doing the damn thing or not?" Katsuki asks, irritation on the horizon. Hanta hums behind him,
grabbing the rope on his side before holding onto Katsuki's wrists, starting to make a loop.
"Patience, Katsuki. We're just getting started."
The rope is coarse, thick strands pushing into Katsuki's skin as Hanta cautiously make loops and knots. The amethyst color
Shouto, believe it or not, doesn't think he's a bad person. He'll bend over backward to make his boyfriend happy because Izuku's worth it.
He's a good boyfriend.
He just loves fucking Izuku until he cries.
"Sh-shouto," Izuku whines into Shouto's shoulder as he clings closer to the typically stoic man. Shouto blows out a harsh breath when Izuku's slick rim squeezes around his cock. He thrusts harder, causing a shaky moan to escape from his freckled lover.
"I got you, Izuku, it's okay," Shouto comforts. He wraps his arms around Izuku's neck and presses further in, spreading Izuku's strong thighs farther apart. Izuku's back rubs against the scratchy carpet floor of the dingy basement, rug burn on the horizon.
Izuku has an eye for detail. Being an analyst, his eyes hone in on parts no one pays attention to, hyperfixating to the point of insanity.
Current object of affection: Eijirou's teeth.
He loves them. He loves the sharp pointed edges, the small amount of space between them, the way they shine when he smiles, and even the way his tongue glides across them when he's focusing.
Being his husband of 5 years means Izuku can enjoy the perks, with the big one being
having the privilege to stare at the man at much as he wants. His thoughts race about them, memories trickling in about their latest makeout session, feeling the way Eijirou nibbles on his bottom lip, teeth poking at the sensitive skin.