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Warning! Smut and other spicy stuff.

Thinking about..virgin!izuku…

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Virgin!Izuku who has never had a girlfriend before, but thinks he knows how to treat a woman from watching porn or hentai.

Virgin!izuku who has a stash of 18+ mangas under his mattress.

Virgin!Izuku who froths at the mouth at the thought of being degraded, having his hair pulled or even smacked a little.

Virgin!izuku who has lewd dreams about girls at his school, mercilessly edging him, and degrading him the whole time, but he can’t cum

Virgin!izuku who makes it to high school, a disgusting perv who’s hiding behind a sweet boy facade. (It’s less a facade and more like he’s a shy and sweet boy who’s got a pervy side)

Virgin!izuku who meets reader, and oh boy.

Virgin!izuku who squirms as he lays in his bed, his breathing heavy and his throbbing cock twitching in his hand, why is he worked up? You smiled at him, complimenting his curls. That was literally it.

Virgin!izuku who swallows dryly when he sees the way your boobs rested on your desk as you talked with the girls, your shirt struggling to keep your chest contained.

Virgin!izuku who feels dirty as he rushes out of the classroom, bolting it to the nearest bathroom to jerk off.

Virgin!izuku who is a whimpering, whiny mess, struggling to keep quiet as one of his hands rubs his nipple though his shirt, the other quickly fisting his cock, his breaths ragged and uneven as he recalls how squishy and soft your chest looked.

Virgin!Izuku who almost passes away when you’re fighting him during the sports festival, your jacket getting ripped open by a chunk of debris, your tank top ripping under that and revealing your black bra to him.

Virgin!Izuku who is throwing himself into the bathrooms to try and cool down before his fight with Todoroki, his mind on your chest and that goddamn bra.

Virgin!izuku who’s incredibly embarrassed after you visit him in the infirmary, checking on him and his broken arms and fingers.

Virgin!izuku who’s a blushing mess when you compliment him on his pain tolerance, his mind wandering to think about you grabbing his hair while he pushes his face in your boobs or in your thighs.

Virgin!Izuku who moves into the dorms with the rest of his class, and is both dreading, and loving it.

Virgin!izuku, who walks past your door, seeing it open.

Virgin!izuku who invited himself into your room, only to see your bra tossed haphazardly onto the floor, and wasted no time in snatching it.

Virgin!izuku who bolts to his room, slamming the door and locking it behind him as he pulls your bra from his pocket and burying his face in the fabric (it’s a sports bra)

Virgin!izuku who lays on his bed, his hips slowly rutting into his mattress as he desperately inhaled the smell of sweat and your perfume from your bra, whining and whimpering like a bitch in heat.

Virgin!izuku who’s gasping and moaning out your name, begging for release as his hips roll and grind his hard, throbbing cock into his mattress.

Virgin!izuku who feels so ashamed of himself after he cums, his load soaking his boxers and shorts and your bra laying on the pillow he’d buried his face into.

Virgin!izuku who can’t look at you the next day in school, despite your efforts to greet or talk to him.

Virgin!izuku who is mortified when you and himself are paired together for partner sparring.

Virgin!Izuku who follows you on shaky legs, walking through the false city training grounds, seeing how your boobs jiggle in your hero costume.

Virgin!Izuku who pops a boner as soon as the two of you walk into a building, away from prying eyes and ears.

Virgin!Izuku who gasps as you grab him and push him against the wall, demanding to know what’s been going on with him

Virgin!izuku who finally snaps, grabbing your shoulders and flipping your positions, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his hips slowly rolling against your thigh.

Virgin!izuku who whines and whimpers like a slut as you flex your thigh, grabbing his hips gently and murmuring soft praise to him

Virgin!Izuku who pathetically moans and grabs your hero costume “y-y/n- please- degrade me- please”

Virgin!Izuku who doesn’t protest as you lay him on the cool concrete ground, slowly unbuckling his belt and opening his hero costume to your gaze

Virgin!Izuku who arches his back as you pull your costume to the side and slowly lower your tight, soaking wet core onto his throbbing cock, a loud and pornographic moan leaving his throat

Virgin!izuku who’s so incredibly vocal, babbling and mewling out as you slowly ride his dick, who’s begging for your degradation

Virgin!izuku who cums as soon as you call him a needy whore, feeling all of his restraint and self respect fly out the window as his orgasm his him harder than a train.

Virgin!izuku who’s so incredibly blushed and hides his face after you softly brush his hair out of his face, praising him softly for his performance.

Virgin!izuku who shyly asks if the two of you are dating now, to which you laugh softly and assure him you are.

Virgin!izuku who literally bursts into tears with his cock still inside of you and his cum dripping out of your core

Virgin!izuku who’s so incredibly happy to call you his partner, and vows to do whatever he can to make you happy.

Silly little thing I thought of bc of me and @cvnt4him gawking over some Izuku art lmfao.

i love you dr pepper

not an ask i js wanted to tell you that i have been reading your fics for a couple hours now and they’re all so good! i also have been subconsciously liking your posts so if you got a bunch of likes from me, im sorry😅

anyways, i’ll stop being annoying. have a good day😭🫶🏼

Okay so I know I’ve been dead recently, but this makes me happy and just bc of this I’m gonna make my happy ass finish the KB x chubby!fem!reader.

Also don’t apologize for liking my stuff, or wtvr, it makes me rlly happy seeing that people are liking my stuff and sending me asks.

I love all of you guys who keep me going <3

⋆˙⟡ Nightmares. Teacher!Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader ⟡⋆˙

Warnings; spoilers, smoking mentions, swearing, death.

Masterlist.

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“Sensei!”

“Deku!!”

“Help!!”

“Help us! Please!!”

“Deku! Deku sensei! Help!”

“Deku!!”

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Izuku bolted up right in bed, panting heavily, his stomach churning. His heart was pounding in his chest like a drum.

He was shaking, his hands trembling as he looked down at the scars wrapped around his fingers, palm, and wrist, a reminder of the hell he’d put his body through.

Izuku’s eyes then landed on the gold ring on his left ring finger. A band identical to yours. He looked over at your sleeping face, frowning as he reached over and ran his fingers through your hair.

How could he protect you if he couldn’t even protect himself?

His nightmare was reoccurring, occasionally he’d be thrust into a burning UA campus, looking around as villains raided the campus, just like back at the USJ.

Izuku would watch as his coworkers and students were mercilessly slaughtered, all callinf out for him to do something, to be a hero.

But he couldn’t.

He was powerless now.

He shook his head and sighed, peeling himself from the warm sheets next to you, to get up and walk over to his jacket that was hanging on his desk chair. He grabbed out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter before walking to the balcony of your shared apartment.

He walked out onto the balcony, trying to be as quietly as possible, leaving the door open for the breeze.

Izuku took a cigarette from the pack and grabbed his lighter, cupping his hand around the end, and lighting it.

He took a few little puffs from it, before taking a proper drag.

It was gross. He felt gross smoking. But he saw Aizawa do it, and the older man said it worked to relieve stress, Izuku tried it, and got hooked.

Izuku let out a slow breath, looking out over the city. What was he gonna do if his students were put in danger? He couldn’t stop a villain without a quirk..

Guilt and anxiety swirled in his chest, before he felt warm arms wrap around him from behind.

He leaned back against you, feeling you gently place your face in his hair.

You would have reprimanded him for smoking, worried about your sweet husband..but in that moment, Izuku didn’t need a lecture, he needed someone there for him.

Neither of you said anything, not like anything even needed to be said anyway.

You simply held him and allowed the scent of his cigarette to slowly drift around the two of you as the city below sparkled with life.

Izuku didn’t know if the nightmares were going to get better, but when he felt you gently kiss his cheek, he knew that you’d be there to support him, like you were now.

Mentions; @candiiee @cvnt4him @anzs-stuff

I LOVED UR KATSUKI X PLUS SIZE READER FIC the "weighing him down, literally and metaphorically w ur body" LIKE u worded it so accurate and beautifully???

The way I giggled after reading this. I was so worried I didn’t get Kat’s writing correctly, it seeing this makes me so happy jdksjsk

Due to the fact that I’m roughly 11 chapters behind in one of the books I’m reading for the course I’m taking, I have some catching up to do! So I will have to post the next valentines part tomorrow. Prepare for some Levi x Fem!reader! Some spicy fluff?

⋆˙⟡Tattoo Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader.⟡⋆˙

Just a quick story cause I have some free time .~•*

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Izuku sighed as he sat at his desk, his eyes dropping as he reread the same passage of his textbook over and over again. He grumbled softly as he put his head down on his book, letting out a breath. Just as his eyes began to close, he heard a knock at his window.

He jumped and whipped around, only to see you standing on the balcony of his dorm. Izuku quickly stood and blinked, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

Once you offered him your tired grin and a wave, he quickly scrambled over to his balcony door, sliding it open “Y-Y/n?? What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here!”

You simply shrugged and smiled, putting your hands in the pockets of your baggy jacket after adjusting the strap on your shoulder. “came to see my favorite UA student. What’s wrong with that?”

Izuku sighed and glanced at his door, before looking at you with a deadpan “do you know how much trouble I’ll be in it anyone sees a non-UA student on campus? How did you even get past security??”

He didn’t find the situation as funny as you did. You waltzed into his room and sat lazily on his bed “I’ve got my ways” you said vaguely, earning a head shake from Izuku.

“Committing crimes to see me. What’s new?” He mumbled as he walked over and sat next to you. You smiled and wrapped your arm around him. “What? I’ve missed you and I know you’ve missed me too. It’s harder to sneak into your dorm than it is to sneak into your moms apartment”

He let out a huff of air at your words, rolling his eyes and smiling. Izuku leaned into your affectionate touch and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to admit it, but he really did miss you.

“Whatever, still doesn’t warrant you to sneak into the UA campus.” He mumbled, to which you simply shrugged.

You glanced at Izuku and smiled “can’t blame me for wanting to see you.”

Your words made him blush, and he looked away, only for his head to be gently turned back by you caressing his cheek. His heart sped up slightly as he locked eyes with you.

Izukus lips parted as you leaned closer, your breaths mingling with each other. He couldn’t take it- it’d been too long since the two of you had a moment together.

He cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer, gently pressing his chapped lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and you combed your fingers through his hair as your lips danced together.

When you nipped his bottom lip, Izuku gasped and blushed, a little whimper leaving his lips as he gripped onto the sleeves of your jacket, silently begging to deepen this kiss from a regular kiss to a full on make out session.

A bit later .~•*

Your arm was wrapped around Izukus shoulders, while your other hand was in your lap. Izuku glanced at your finger. He raised a brow and grabbed your hand, spreading your fingers apart to see what had caught his eye.

You glanced down and smiled “like it? I did it myself” you held out your hand to show off your tattoo.

Izuku blushed. Commonly, you didn’t run into anyone with tattoos in Japan, since they were often tied to the yakuza, but this one? He couldn’t deny he found it slightly attractive how the rings sat on your fingers, along with the tattoo and your black painted nails.

“I do” was all the boy mumbled, gently tracing over the tattoo. He blushed softly as you chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed about his obvious attraction to your tattoo.

You smirked a bit. You weren’t allowed to have tattoos, but you were a rule breaker one thing Izuku secretly liked about you and made one anyway. “Glad you like it” you snickered.

Izuku bit his lip and looked at you. He didn’t understand why, but he found himself speaking before he could stop;

“Could you tattoo me?”

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Low key, you and Izuku got small, stick-and-poke tattoos after that, matching ofc.

⋆˙⟡Drunken confessions. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader.⟡⋆˙

Warnings; swearing, alcohol, suggestive themes

Thought of this randomly. Enjoy lovelies.~*

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You stood off to the side in the 3A dorm commons, a cup of punch in your hand that you’ve had since the beginning of the party.

You weren’t a huge fan of parties. Not that you weren’t social- that wasn’t the problem. You’d known these people since your first year of UA, you all were tight knit.

It wasn’t the people there, it was the music, the heat- the way your head pounded thanks to the dim lighting, contrasting with the bright LED’s strewn about.

You sighed softly and rubbed your eyes, trying to ebb away the throbbing behind them, only for the loud ass music to destroy your progress.

You only glanced up at the sight of Bakugou yelling obscenities to the choice of music, his speech slurred and his party wear disheveled.

A sigh slipped your lips as you have a deadpan to the drunken blonde. It wasn’t rocket science to figure out who’d spiked the punch, hence why you cling to the one cup you’d had at the very beginning of the party.

You didn’t like to drink- you didn’t like being drunk, in your opinion, it was a not so great feeling.

Deciding you’d had enough of the constant singing and loud bass from the music, you wandered off, placing your cup on a random table.

The halls were still faintly filled with the sound of the party, as you slipped out. The air was warm and soothing against your skin. Early June was so forgiving in it weather.

You closed your eyes and sucked in a slow breath, smiling softly at the way the fresh air brought some clarity to your foggy brain.

The peace was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing behind you. Your nose caught the scent of alcohol, and you turned, your eyes widening when you saw who stumbled out of the door.

“Izuku?” You asked, in disbelief at his state.

His hair was messier than usual, and his cheeks were bright red. His eyes were a bit lidded and his clothes were a bit wrinkled “oh! H-hey Y-Y/n!”

He smiled and walked staggered over to the railing of the patio. He stood next to you and looked up at the sky, trying not to appear as drunk as he was “p-pretty night..hic..”

You looked over at him with concern, but pushed it away to look up “isn’t it?” You murmured.

Izuku peeled his eyes away from the sky to stare at you “yeah..very beautiful” he murmured, a goofy grin spreading on his boyish face.

You glanced over and chuckled, raising a brow “why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, placing your arms on the railing and resting your chin in your palm.

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck and looked to the side, blushing brightly. He was drunk, and his tongue was more loose than usual, he felt a bit more shy, but also had a bit more confidence? Maybe it was just foolish assurance of himself.

“B-because- hic -you’re…you look..you’re very pretty..”

Your eyes widened a bit as you heard his drunken words. You looked away and bit your cheek, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips. “You’re just saying that because you’re drunk” you insisted, hoping your words were wrong.

Izuku let out a huff, smiling a bit. He looked a bit shy still as he fiddled with his shoulder length curls “am not..” he replied softly.

You looked over at him and placed a hand on your blushing cheek. “So you really think I’m beautiful?” You murmured, eyeing him from the side. Your heart gently fluttered in your chest at the timid look Izuku carried on his expression.

He continued to fiddle, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as his drunken mind tried to come up with something “y-yes..Y/n..you’re so pretty..”

You felt another wave of heat rush to your face and up to your ears. Here he was; Deku, the ridiculously strong and stupidly beautiful hero-in-training, with his shoulder length curls and freckled cheeks, his skin almost sparkling in the moonlight- and his eyes.

You looked off to the side and chuckled softly “well..you’re pretty cute yourself..” was your drink spiked? Hell you didn’t know, but you found words leaving you before you thought about them.

His eyes widened, and he looked off to the side “y-you can’t just say that..Y/n” Izuku mumbled shyly. He glanced over at you, feeling as if his body was moving on its own as he shuffled a bit closer.

You quickly looked over at him, blushing a bit more as he got closer. “Why not? It’s true..” you mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck as you turned to face him, stepping a bit closer yourself. “You’re really attractive..Izuku..”

Izuku’s cheeks, those freckled cheeks with his stupid dimples that made you swoon, reddened. He loved the way you said his name. After he’d saved your life from a villain in your second year, you two agreed to use first names, and Christ did he love it.

His stomach fluttered with butterflies as he stepped closer as well “th-thank you..you have no idea how much that means to me” he slurred out. His brain was foggy, and when he grabbed you by your hips, he barely registered it.

You gasped as he pulled you closer, sligjtly stumbling at the sudden movement. “Shit! Izu-“ you were cut off as you tripped over his foot, stumbling forward and grabbing his hip.

Your hand found the wall behind him, and his back landed with a soft thud.

Izuku looked up at you with half lidded eyes. The two of you stared at each other, before a string pulled at your chest.

You leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss, one he hastily returned, his fingers combing through your hair as soft whimpers and feminine sounds left him.

You softly groaned into the kiss, gently nipping and teasing his bottom lip. Izuku gasped and moaned softly into the kiss, gripping your shoulders.

The two of you sloppily made out, you trailing your hands over Izukus abdomen and chest, while he gripped your arms in his hands, trembling.

It was a hot minute before you pulled away, dazed and flushed. Your cheeks bright red and eyes half lidded. Izuku’s eyes fluttered open as he looked up at you.

“Izuku..” you murmured softly, your heart racing in your chest. “I like you” he mumbled “a-a lot- I’ve liked for you so long- I-“ he ran his fingers through his hair shakily as his words slurred a bit. His mind was foggy and his speech was a bit incoherent. He mumbled, looking up at you shyly.

You smiled at his drunk babbling, your heart squealing at how red he was. “Izuku, you’re alright” you gently stroked his cheek and spoke softly “I like you too”

Izuku’s eyes widened and his heart sped up “you..do..?” His tipsy brain couldn’t fully grasp the concept of you actually returning his feelings.

Tears welled up in his eyes and his bottom lip quivered “y-you like me?”

You stiffened, then smiled and gently cupped his cheeks, wiping away his tears with your thumbs “Izu, yes, I like you, okay? I’ve liked you since we were stupid first years.”

He hiccuped and hugged you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder. You let out a sigh. This bulky teen boy was clinging onto you and crying his eyes out like a baby.

God you were head over heels. His tears didn’t even bother you. You loved him for who he is, tears and all.

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YIPEEE finally finished this one. Enjoy cuties 🫶🏻💚

Y’all don’t even know.

Thinking abt yandere!reader x Izuku Midoriya (🥀💋)

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Yandere!reader who never considered themselves interested in romance, wanting to focus on their hero career.

Yandere!reader who enrolled into UA through recommendation, incredibly strong, a bit closed off with a front, but kind and polite ultimately.

Yandere!reader who always had a very strong stomach to blood and gore, not even batting an eye at limbs being horrifically ripped off in movies, or nails being plucked out.

Yandere!reader who fits in, but blends in also.

Yandere!reader who meets the sweet tortured soul of Izuku Midoriya and fell head over heels, instantly.

Yandere!reader who makes close friends with Izuku right off the bat, finding literally any excuse to talk to the boy.

Yandere!reader who makes it obvious who Izuku belongs to, being a bit extra touchy with the boy, a brush of the arm here, playing with his hair there. It was obvious.

Yandere!reader who listens to Izuku yap about anything he thinks of, gently playing with his hair while he muttered to them.

Yandere!reader who gets put on house arrest for a week because they beat the shit out of a third year for saying how Izuku looked too ‘skinny’ to be a hero, almost knocking out a tooth.

Yandere!reader who dismisses any comments about the fight, saying they- ‘asked for it.’

Yandere!reader who was a little pushy with their affection, but Izuku didn’t mind. After all, since when did anyone fight for his attention?

Yandere!reader who jumps at the opportunity to play seven minutes in heaven, rigging the game by specifically asking Mina to draw their and Izuku’s items from the hat

Yandere!reader who leaves a dark hickey in the middle of Izuku’s neck, making it obvious who staked their claim on the boy.

Yandere!reader who sneaks into Izuku’s dorm when he’s not around to steal his things, from littlw pencils to his boxers, if it’s in sight, it’s theirs.

Yandere!reader who begins to love bomb Izuku, giving him gifts and constant praise.

Yandere!reader who grins when Izuku pulls them away from the group while they’re out roller skating, the two of them alone on the side of the building.

Yandere!reader who grabs Izukus hips when he confesses, leaning down and whispering into his ear “I’ve been waiting so long to hear that from you, baby”

Yandere!reader who seems innocent and polite, with a greed for everything Izuku boiling under the surface.

Yandere!reader who promises to protect Izuku no matter the cost as they’re gently toying with his hair, the two of them cuddled on Yan!readers bed.

Yandere!reader who has Izuku right where they want him, he just doesn’t know it.

Not that they’d ever do anything to hurt him.

They’re his just as much as he’s their’s.

And he sure is theirs.