Hi Pookie 🥰

⋆˙⟡Late night hangout. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Stoner!Reader.⟡⋆˙

Warnings; mentions of weed use, cursing and smut (including non-established relationship and virginity loss.) Minors DNI.

All characters in the fic are third years, and at least 18 years old. <3

Masterlist

Enjoy .~•*

🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚

Izuku’d been laying in bed for who knows how long, his mind refusing to shut off as he tried to rest. It seemed to be no use. He guessed it was anxiety, it made a lot of sense for him.

He sighed and rolled over on his side, hugging his pillow to his chest as a frown settled on his face. He just wanted to go to sleep, or at the very least- have a clear mind.

Izuku closed his eyes gently and was finally beginning to settle a little, when his phone suddenly went off.

He jumped and sat right up, before letting out a breath and grabbing his phone.

“Y/n..?” He mumbled, staring at your contact name, effectively set as ‘Bug.’

Izuku picked up the call, holding his phone to his ear “hey Y/n! What’s goin on?” He asked, curiosity covering up his fatigue and growing anxiety from laying in bed silently.

You took a deep drag from the weed cart you had, letting the smoke out with a lazy smile “Hey Zuku, ‘m kinda high as hell right now” you laughed breathily, coughing a bit afterward.

Izuku sighed and rolled his eyes, smiling “of course you are.” He knew about your little ‘habit.’ He also knew you weren’t the only one in the class who smoked or did marijuana in some form.

You let out a long sigh and closed your eyes, feeling your body spinning “Zu…I wanna cuddle” you whined, your high brain demanding the serotonin from Izuku’s gentle touches and soft caresses.

Izuku blinked and looked at the time. It was 2:24 on a school night, and you wanted to have him over? He blushed at the thought and shook off any impure thoughts.

“You want me to come over..now??” He asked incredulously, to which you nodded (despite the fact he couldn’t see you) and whined “please..? My balcony is already unlocked, so you can just..hop on it..right Bunny?”

He blushed and practically melted at that nickname. Izuku couldn’t deny the little bit of heat that dropped into his stomach at the prospect of hanging out with you after curfew.

He let out a long sigh, before smiling a little

“I’ll be there in five.”

.~•*

Just like Izuku had promised, he leapt onto your balcony roughly 5 minutes later, sliding open your glass door and shutting it behind him. “Hey” he greeted with a small smile.

You looked at him, your eyes half lidded and bright red, with a dopey grin on your face “there’s my favorite person”. You mumbled softly.

You were laid on your bed wearing a baggy tee and some loose sweats, the neck of your shirt dipping down and exposing some of your cleavage.

Izuku blushed as you opened your arms to him “cmere Bunny” he was actually so weak for that little term of endearment.

He dumbly walked over, sitting on your bed, before you yanked him down to cuddle with you.

Izuku was stiff for a moment, before he relaxed and smiled softly.

You shifted to lay on top of his form, resting your cheek on his chest as he played with your hair.

“Mm…feels.nice” you mumbled, to which Izuku nodded “it does. Did you know, cuddling is actually really good for your brain? It helps to reduce stress and boost positive emotions in the body.”

18+ beyond this point!.~•*

While he rattled off some random fact, you couldn’t help but focus on the bulge your thigh was pressed against. In your tired and high haze, you were trying to figure out what it was. Did he have his phone in his pocket or something?

Without giving it a second thought, you reached down and grabbed what was pressed into your thigh.

Izuku gasped and tensed, his face flushing red as a feminine whine left his lips “a-ah- Bug? What are you doing..?” He asked, clearly embarrassed about your hand positioning and the sound that left him.

You glanced up at his face before it clicked what you were touching. You grinned and shrugged “dunno, I wanted to know what was pushing into my leg” you said as you slowly dragged your hand up and down the clothed bulge.

Izuku’s eyes closed and rolled back at the touch, another little sound leaving his lips, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper “Y-y/n- oh god-”

He covered his mouth with his hand, shaking sligjtly at how good your hand felt.

His brows furrowed and he cracked an eye open to see you gazing at him with half lidded eyes “Izuku..” you whispered, in awe of his sweet little sounds.

Izuku felt his breaths pick up at your whispered iteration of his name. Her placed a hand over his mouth loosely and whined “Y/n…”

You blushed brightly and applied a little more pressure, but still kept your pace slow and gentle.

Izuku’s head fell back against the pillows as a soft hum of pleasure reverberated from his throat “god..that- that feels good”. He whispered shakily, his voice hoarse and his tone shy.

You smiled softly and sat up off of him. You placed your knees on each side of his hips, pressing your clothed core to his clothed cock.

Izuku’s eyes widened as you adjusted your positions, straddling his hips. “Wait- Y-Y/n- are you sure? Y-you’re high and I don’t- gyah!”

You cut him off with a roll of your hips “so sensitive” you mumbled to yourself. You placed your hands on the bed on either side of Izukus face.

He writhed under you, his brows knitted together as pleasure shot up his spine. Izuku’s voice bent in ways you’d never imagined, his tone whiny and so soft, so embarrassed as he let out a few small whimpers and mewls of pleasure.

You smiled a little as he gripped the sheets, peeling one of his hands away from the black sheets of your bed, and placing it on your hip.

Izuku looked up at you hesitantly, a shy expression in those round doe eyes. “Y/n..are you sure? Is this okay?” The sweet boy was always so worried about others, it made your heart melt in your chest.

You have a nod and leaned down, “‘m sure” you murmured gently.

Izuku just nodded at your words and closed his eyes fighting back a whimper as you gave another deliberate roll of your hips.

A groan left you, it just felt so good. Izuku’s cock was rubbing against you perfectly, it was hard under your weight, and sent shockwaves of white hot pleasure up your stomach and to your brain.

After a bit more of the slow grinding, you shifted off of his lap. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed more.

Izuku looked down at you and tensed as you grabbed his shorts. You tugged them down, and he froze. You paused your movements and cracked a smile, before laughing.

There, wrapped around his lower body, were a pair of All Might themed boxers.

Izuku’s face dropped into a mortified one, and her covered his face “oh my god- I-I’m so sorry- I had no idea I was wearing these I didn’-“

You shook your head and smiled affectionately “Bunny, it’s okay, really” you waved him off “it’s not a big deal.”

Izuku peeked out from his fingers, feeling humiliated before he let out a sigh “you’re not..weirded out or anything..?”

You shook your head and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his manhood through the fabric of his boxers. You smiled up at him “of course not” you murmured softly “I couldn’t be angry or weirded out with a face that cute”

Your tongue slipped out to gently run across the head of his throbbing cock, feeling the warm precum that dampened his boxers.

Izuku tensed and gasped, blushing and letting his eyes fall half lidded “oh..Y/n..” he mumbled, placing a hand on the back of your head and gently feeling your hair between his calloused digits.

You smirked a bit as you gently tugged down his boxers next. You pulled away to slowly push down your sweats and underwear, exposing your lower half to Izuku’s shy gaze.

He blushed brightly and looked away, his body trembling with excitement, he was really about to do this- and with you of all people.

You smiled as you got back into his lap, cupping one of his cheeks while the other aligned his length at your entrance “Look at me, Izuku” you murmured gently.

He could barely hold your gaze, his body on fire and his doe eyes half lidded as he gazed at you “Y-Y/n..I-I’ve never done this before..” he said shakily. He was nervous about your reaction, but you simply smiled.

You gently tucked his hair behind his ear, “Zuku..I’m not worried about that..I’m gonna take care of you….alright?”

He gave you a nervous look, but seeing the conviction on your expression made him relax. Izuku let out a shaky breath and nodded “yeah..okay..I’ll trust you..”

You hummed approvingly “are you ready, love?” You asked, gingerly running your thumb over his cheek.

Izuku glanced down to his cock, quickly looking away at seeing how close you were to taking his virginity. His face exploded in a red blush, but he nodded “p-please..I’m ready” he said softly.

You smiled and nodded. Excitement and nervousness bubbled inside of you, before you let out a slow breath and carefully lowered yourself onto his aching cock.

His eyes widened and he let out a loud whine, “oh- oh Bug!” Izuku’s face was scrunched up with pleasure, his stomach tight and his fists balling up the sheets under him.

A drawn out moan slipped past your lips, and your eyes rolled back. You could feel every angry vein on Izuku’s length pressing against your insides, your walls tightly constricting around Izuku’s cock.

Izuku was a trembling mess, his bottom lip pinched between his teeth and his muscles taught like tight rubber bands.

You looked at his face and grinned, before rocking your hips. A moan tore itself from you, feeling Izuku’s thick and hard dick slip easily in and out of you.

Izuku writhed beneath you, gasping and panting, babbling mindlessly as you slowly rode his cock, your hips gently rolling and rocking in his lap “that’s it Izuku” you praised, carding your fingers through Izuku’s curly locks of hair.

He let out high pitched whines and whimpers, desperately clutching onto the sheets “Y-Y/n- oh god please don’t stop- ah!” A ragged moan tore from his lips, and he arched his back off of the bed.

“Good boy” you panted out, heavier moans and deep groans leaving you “fuck you feel so good” you muttered against the skin of Izuku’s neck, the added sensation sending stars into his vision.

He shakily reached up to cup your face in his scarred hands “please- please call me that again- please Y/n”

You raised a brow and felt arousal snap through your body. The knot in your stomach tightened and you groaned. You sat up a little more, sending his cock deeper into your aching core “fuck..you’re such a good boy baby” you moaned out.

Izuku gasped and closed his eyes tightly “Y-Y/n- I-I’m about-“ he let out a long and choked moan, the hot coil of pleasure in his stomach finally snapping.

You blushed, feeling hot ropes of cum shoot out of his cock and inside of you. You panted and swallowed, feeling it fill you full. Shakily, you lifted yourself off of his lap and shuddered at the feeling of being hollow, before laying beside him

“Christ..that’s so much..” you mumbled, to which Izuku blushed and looked away “yeah..” he panted bresthlessly “h-hyperspermia..”

You nodded and smiled, feeling sleepy affection wash over you.

“Stay the night..?” You asked sleepily, cuddling up to his side, to which Izuku flipped on his side to hold you face to face.

“Of course..” he mumbled back tiredly.

You yawned and let out a heavy sigh “goodnight Bunny..”

Izuku closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours. “Goodnight Buggy..”

⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚

First ever smut I’ve written on tumblr beforeeee..

Low-key stole the hyperspermia idea from @cvnt4him because I EAT their work bruh.

Anyways I’ve had strep or some throat thing going on for the past few days so I’m tired asf lol

Me to my Izuku shrine

Thinking about MORE MS!Izuku x Foreigner!Reader, except reader is a closeted metal head.

Masterlist

🌸

MS!Izuku who meets you after a few of the people in his class ‘warn’ you about Izuku, making it obvious who they were talking about; throwing out harsh words and unfair statements about him.

MS!Izuku who is trying to assure you that he’s used to the harsh comments and snickers he’d receive.

MS!Izuku who is shocked when you shakily get out your phone, or try to, but it falls flat on his desk, your music card on your lock screen showing what was playing in your right ear bud.

MS!Izuku who gets to look at the song playing, Coming Undone by Korn. What a funny band name.

MS!izuku who somehow, gets your number, and tucks the song and band you were listening to into the back part of his mind.

MS!Izuku who’s fawning over you all day, and when he gets home he types the song name and band into YouTube, expecting something mild and endearing like your personality. Oh god was he wrong.

MS!Izuku who’s shocked by the riffs coming from the song, but when Jonathan Davis’ voice comes in over his earbuds? Izuku’s stunned, so this was American music?

MS!Izuku who found himself absentmindedly nodding his head to the music, surprisingly, enjoying what he was listening to.

MS!Izuku who unlocks a whole other world thanks to Korn.

MS!Izuku who starts using metal as a release of his emotions, always finding himself at peace after spending a few hours blaring SOAD, SlipKnot or Korn in his earbuds.

MS!Izuku who starts talking to you about your taste in music, to which the two of you are quick to bond over.

MS!Izuku who finds himself falling for you just as quickly as he fell for metal music, finding your knowledge of music so incredibly attractive.

MS!Izuku who would spend hours listening to music with you after school, either at his apartment or your house, the two of you blasting music on speakers and aggressively dancing.

MS!Izuku who knows how deep he’s in when he accidentally squirts water from his nose when you start to dance like an idiot, making him laugh so hard the water he was drinking shot from his nose like a hose.

MS!Izuku who can’t help but daydream about being up on a stage with you, screaming your hearts out to SlipKnot or Korn. He know’s it’s silly and he should be paying attention, but it’s so hard when you’re nodding your head to the music in your earbud, your hair bobbing slightly with the motion.

MS!Izuku who feels incredibly put down when the girls in class tease you about hanging around a loser like himself.

MS!Izuku who finds himself incredibly frustrated one day after Katsuki told him to 🦢🥽, finding himself with frustrated tears as he walked into his apartment, storming off to his room.

MS!Izuku who looks up after a few hours of sulking (with SOAD and RATM playing in his ear buds) to see you walking into his room, a smile on your face and a box in your hands.

MS!Izuku who sits up on his bed, giving you a curious look and a small smile, greeting you with a small smile. “hey Y/n, what’s in the box?”

MS!izuku who is surprised when you offered it to him, softlt explaining how you got him a little something thanks to his hard day at school.

MS!Izuku who shyly accepts the box with a few “you didn’t have to do that”s and a couple “that’s really sweet of you”s

MS!Izuku who nearly bursts into tears when he opens the box to see a CD player, a speaker, and a few discs with SlipKnot’s ‘All Hope is Lost’ album, and Korn’s ‘Take A Look In The Mirror’ album burned into them. The best part? The CD case you’d bought him was All Might themed.

MS!Izuku who changed his mind and did end up crying, throwing his arms around you and thanking you, crying into your shoulder. God he was a sucker for small acts of kindness, but this? This was almost too much for his heart.

MS!Izuku who tenses as you say you have another gift for him, looking up at you for a split second, before he feels a soft pair of lips on his cheek.

MS!Izuku who blinked a few times before registering what happened, his entire face going red as he stammered out confused syllables, but nothing comes rant.

MS!Izuku who’s cut off with a press of lips against his.

MS!Izuku who knew he not only fell in love with metal, but fell in love with you too.

Felt silly while listening to Korn so wanted to write this. I love middle school Izuku sm. He’s my spirit animal.

⋆˙⟡ Katsuki Bakugou x Chubby!Fem!Reader⟡⋆˙

Warnings; body insecurities, swearing.

Masterlist.

Enjoy⊹ ࣪ ˖

🥀

˚₊‧✩༻☆༺✩‧₊˚

Katsuki Bakugou. One of- if not the strongest and most talented student in class 1A. He was extremely attractive, really smart, confident, effortlessly good at anything he put his mind to- did i mention he was hot as hell?

So why- WHY was he with you?

You were average looking. No. No no. You were sub-par when it came to looks.

You didn't have a toned and curvy body like the other girls in your class, your metabolism just didn't work that way.

You filled out your uniform in ways the other students in your class never had problems with. Your arms filled out your sleeves with their squishy mass, your stomach straining against your skirt with its pudge.

You weren't japan's standard of beautiful.

All of the japanese models and heroes on TV were skinny, gorgeous, muscular and lean- nothing like your soft and round body.

So why did Katsuki Bakugou agree to go out with you? Why did Bakugou kiss you in front of your classmates, all while shamelessly grabbing the curves of your filled in hips? Why did he chase off anyone who even looked at his girl wrong?

Why?

You didn't know, and it was eating you up inside. You didnt understand why Katsuki's gorgeous vermillion eyes were always focused on you.

That ate you up inside.

You always felt so bad, like you were both literally and metaphorically weighing Katsuki down with your body; feeling like every time the two of you were passed by in public, Katsuki was being judged. You knew he was, you could see the questioning looks that were thrown at him. After all, why was such a gorgeous guy walking around with someone so..beneath him?

These thoughts ate away at your selfesteem, seeing girls who were a lot prettier than you, walk up to your boyfriend and try to chat him up- because they didn't even see you as a threat to their chances with Katsuki..

..It hurt.

Jumping away from your self-pity-session, you sat up in bed, your eyes red and puffy from crying. You ran your fingers through your hair and looked down at your hands, each of your fingers having a slight give with the little bit of pudge on them.

You felt your eyes sting with tears all over again.

Katsuki would be so much better off without you.

You were holding him back.

He deserved so much better.

Guilt and shame ate you up from the inside out, a quiet sob leaving you. You had been mulling over the thought of breaking up with your boyfriend for some time now, and now..? You were sure it was time. There was no sense in holding Katsuki back anymore..he was owed more than you could give him, you told yourself.

You slowly dragged your teary, red eyes over to your nightstand, where your phone was plugged in. Your bottom lip trembled and you let out another pitiful sob as you grabbed your phone, unlocking it with shaky hands and tapping on the messages app, then Katsuki's contact; KitKat💥.

You smiled a little through your gut-wrenching tears, your hands trembling as you recalled his reaction to the contact name;

✩‧₊˚

"Oi, dumbass, the hell are you doing?" Katsuki asked from his spot on your bed, his thighs parted and taking up as much space as the arrogant teen pleased. You paced around your room with furrowed brows, looking around curiously "I cant find my phone." You replied.

Katsuki sighed and grumbled, rolling his eyes at your habit of losing your phone, wallet, keys- really anything that you were supposed to hang onto. "let me call it." he mumbled, trying to ignore the soft smile that pulled at your lips, and the small flutter in his heart.

After he pressed the call button on your contact, the two of you heard 'your song.' (tears over beers) begin to play from your phone. Katsuki reached down between the wall and your bed, and after a bit of a struggle, pulled out your phone.

You gasped and smiled "Awesome! you found it!” You chirped as you walked over, however, you paused at the sight of Katsuki’s confused expression. “Something wrong, Kat?”

Katsuki gives a funny look to your screen, before holding up your phone, his contact name on full display. “KitKat?” He questioned with a raised brow.

You gasped and flushed a bright red as you eyed your phone “Ah! I’m sorry!” You exclaimed as you covered your face, your words getting muffled mid through your sentence “I-I’ll change it- I-if you want me to..”

Katsuki looked at the contact name, his heart softening in his chest, the same happening to his expression. He scoffed and declined the call before handing the phone back to you “whatever, you don’t need to change it. It’s just a stupid name.”

✩‧₊˚

That memory played over in your mind, remembering how your gruff boyfriend brushed it off.

Oh right..

He wouldn’t be your boyfriend for much longer.

Your smile dipped off of your face as you sighed, repeating in your head ‘It’s for the best’ like a mantra.

Shakily, you hovered your thumbs over the keyboard. How were you going to word this?

‘Hey, Bakugou-‘

No no no, too formal.

‘Hi Katsuki, I really needed to-‘

No, not that either. Too basic.

You tried over and over to write out a proper break up message. Your eyes stung with tears, your bottom lip trembled as you sniffled and tried to compose yourself.

You almost jumped out of your skin when a message popped up on your screen.

KitKat💥

What the hell are you doing up this late? 2:08

You froze. The better question was, what was HE doing awake at this hour!? Katsuki almost always went to bed no later than 8:30, so what the hell was he doing awake?

You sent back a quick;

Y/n🤍

Nothing much! I just wanted to tell you that I loved you!! Read 2:09

The three dots popped up, before disappearing, before reappearing, and then a message popped up.

KitKat💥

Rough night? 2:09

Yeah. That was definitely one way to put it.

You covered your mouth with your hand and felt your bottom lip quiver under it. You sent a simple, ‘Yes’, and then the three dots popped up again.

KitKat💥

I’m coming over. 2:10

And that’s exactly how you got here, with you crying in Katsuki’s arms, his hand slowly running over your back, his chin resting on top of your head. “You don’t need to worry about any of those shitty insecurities.” he mumbled quietly, gingerly stroking your hair. He’d listened to you bawl your eyes out about everything that had been weighing on your heart.

Katsuki sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t want anyone but you..dumbass,” he murmured, his voice soft and- surprisingly gentle. “You’re strong and smart. I wouldn’t waste my time on someone who wasn’t.”

His words made you smile softly. In his own way, Katsuki did care- more than anyone.

“And if anyone has a problem with your sexy body, they can suck it up. You’re beautiful..dumbass..” Katsuki slowly rubbed his hand up and down the curves and swells of your stomach and sides. His eyes were surprisingly tender as he gazed at you.

You looked up at him and smiled, with small tears in your eyes.

“I..I love you so much, Kat” you managed to get out between soft sniffles and little whimpers.

Katsuki laid under the blanket with you, slowly running his hand over your stomach still. “I love you too..don’t ever get that twisted..nerd..”

Katsuki was silently thanking whatever kept him awake. He wouldn’t’ve known what to do with himself if he lost you.

And that, was a fact.

˚₊‧✩༻☆༺✩‧₊˚

Izuku x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Hello! I hope you liked this one! I’m not used to writing for Katsuki very often, so I don’t know if I got his personality right. I think I might’ve made him too soft…idk!

Warning! Smut and other spicy stuff.

Thinking about..virgin!izuku…

Masterlist

(🌸❤️‍🔥)

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.

Feeling silly.

Made a self invert with my OC Alexa.

Context;

Lex and Izuku try to get used to regular life in the dorms, with Izuku’s fight with Shigaraki deeply shaking his mental state, Lex offered to study with him so he didn’t feel so alone, the stress that Izuku had been going through was ebbed slightly away thanks to Lex’s soothing presence, and not too much longer, they were out like a light.

Literally this ^^

Stuck on MHA cause comf characters? I know what’s gonna happen?

:’)

Love scrolling on someone's blog after they reblog or like smth of mine and seeing they are just like me. Like okay you're madd too!!! Holy...- you're obsessed with being skinny/losing weight too?? No way. Bro no.....you're autistic?!?!?!?! You like to draw and read and rewatch shows you've already watched bc watching new shows is like...not something you feel like doing, why would you step out of your comfort zone when you can just watch old shows that are familiar and comforting and normal and well known???? Let's be hyperfixated dorks together!!!!

Immortal Izuku that can't die despite trying so desperately? Fun I've seen some good fics of that

In most of them, he's completely covered in scars after multiple deaths and as much as I love scars there's also the concept of just---

Always healing

He's been through so much pain in life, and despite that, there is no evidence of his suffering.

From the very first time he had chunks of his skin blown off by the kid he considered his best friend, none of his wounds stick around long enough for anyone to witness the wound.

It's always /just/ enough that his black eye disappears before his mom gets home and he isn't even aware he has a quirk for most of his childhood. Everyone thinks he's facetious about how much pain he's in and his abusers (the more the merrier!) learn they can be really rough with Izuku without consequences.

No one believes him and anyone who would doesn't want Izuku to hurt himself to prove he has this magical quirk.

+

He tries to build muscle- he's going to be a future hero, right? But after months of work he still looks exactly the same in the mirror. He can lift significantly more, but his arms remain soft noodles.

He doesn't tan, he doesn't get callouses, he doesn't get eyebags or acne.

He lives, and he breathes, and he hurts but there is no evidence to the contrary no matter how hard he tried to stop it all.

+

Basically, I really want a fic where Izuku can make it into UA "Qurikless", can bench press a bus by his own merit, has a stupid high pain tolerance and still gets endless shit for his lacking physical abilities.

also the quirk is named Tell No Tales (Izuku named it) and might specifically only work to hide it's existence but it could also just be a limitless regeneration quirk.

The next Valentine’s Day story will come out tmr, I’m tired as balls and have schoolwork to catch up on sisjsksj Sowwy :((

What I’m (hopefully) gonna release today;

Mha headcannons (for quite a few characters, including Mina, Kaminari, Sero, Izu, Shota and Iida)

K. Bakugou x chubby!fem!reader

H. Sero x chubby!fem!reader.

If I don’t release all of those today, then I’ll release whatever I miss tmr, cause those are the fics I’m working on in order, then I’m knocking out all of my reqs bc they’re building up and I feel bad, dw, they’re coming.

Anyways, here’s some stuff to look forward to!