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⋆˙⟡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.

We need more content with izuku. Thinking about pro hero izu with cocky reader. Definitely can be nsfw if you wanna <3

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Tch. I GOTCHU.

Pro hero!Izuku x Brat!Fem!Reader.

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All characters 20+ . Minors DNI

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Izuku sighed heavily as he walked into the apartment he shared with his beloved girlfriend. He’d had a rough day at work, and was pretty pent up with stress and a bit of frustration from chasing a villain that managed to get away thanks to his accomplice’s teleportation quirk.

He looked up to an empty apartment, humming softly before hanging his keys up on the hook. “Baby girl! I’m home!” Izuku called out, raising a brow when no response was heard.

Well, almost no response.

A soft meow brought his attention down, where his girlfriend’s cat, Noodle, rubbed against his leg. “Oh! Hey Noodle” he smiled wearily, crouching down and petting the gray cat. Noodle was a small comfort in the world of chaos he lived in, as was his girlfriend.

After lovingly giving Noodle a few head pats and pets, he stepped over the kitty, walking down the hall towards his shared bedroom, his skin practically crawling with need to be touched.

He walked into the bedroom, seeing his girlfriend, you, dressed in one of his hoodies, on the bed lazily scrolling through your phone.

Izuku huffed and crossed his arms, waiting for you to acknowledge his presence. You didn’t, but a smirk on your face showed you knew he was there. “Hey..I called for you..” your beloved boyfriend said with a pout.

You snickered softly and finally looked up “I know, but I wanted to stay in bed. I’m comfy~” you teased.

Izuku huffed. Figured you’d prioritize the comfy bed over his presence. You grinned as Izuku walked over, laying in bed in front of you.

“Hard day?” You asked with a more gentle smile, deciding to ease up on your teasing at seeing how his shoulders slumped. Izuku nodded into the mattress and you sighed.

You gently ran your hand up and down his back, feeling a little bad for teasing him. You didn’t like seeing Izuku in a funk like this. So, being the genius you were, you reached down and gripped his ass.

Izuku gasped and blushed before groaning “Y/n..” he muttered into the mattress, making you giggle. It was a warning tone, and after seeing how dramatically he got into bed, you could almost feel the pent up stress radiating from him.

You gently kneaded his ass with your hand, before giving it another slap “what? I’m just having a little fun~” you jested, your voice a singsong tone.

Izuku looked up at you with a warning glare “Y/n..don’t rest me right now” he mumbled, his tone matching the look in his eyes.

You brushed off his warning glare and comment however, before humming “hmm..it’s just been so lonely today..I’ve missed my big handsome man” you whined, laying back in bed with a pathetic sigh “I’ve been all alone with no one…”

Izuku felt his eye twitch before they narrowed. You were asking for it.

The way you were only dressed in his hoodie, likely not wearing anything underneath, your tone, your words- you were *begging* to be put in your place.

You sighed and rolled over onto your stomach, his hoodie hiding the swell of your rear and making it down to your mid thigh “too bad I’ve been so alone today” you sifhed dramatically and looked over at Izuku

The man’s patience snapped.

Izuku pushed himself up and shifted behind you “you fuckin’ brat” he growled. “You’re teasing me on purpose, and you know it.”

Izuku wasn’t fond of swearing, especially not at you, but goddamn when you teased him like that what did you expect? You gasped as he sharply slapped your ass, the sting going right to your head.

Izuku hiked up his hoodie and scoffed. “Figures. Not wearing anything underneath.” You blushed and sputtered a bit “I-i jus- ah!” You gasped as Izuku shoved a finger inside of your cunt, earning a shaky yelp from you.

“Shut up” he muttered, beginning to shove his finger in and out of you. The calloused digit rubbed against all of the right spots, earning breathy sighs and little hums from you “Izuku- oh fuck-“ you muttered, shaking with excitement.

Izuku suddenly pushed in a second finger, making your eyes widen a bit and your face turn even more red than it previously was. “God you’re so wet. I bet you were waiting all day for this, huh? Waiting for me to come home and stuff you full like the needy slut you are”

You groaned at his words, whining as he used his other hand to rub your clit harshly, your legs beginning to tremble “please-“ you gasped out “s-so good-“ Izuku knew exactly how to touch you to make you fall apart, he was so damn observant that he could make your cunt gush if he wanted to.

But he didn’t, he opted for dragging out your pleasure as much as he physically could, before you were a moaning shaking mess.

Izuku smirked as he removed his fingers from your abused pussy, your hole clenching around nothing. He felt even more satisfied when he heard your whimper of displeasure. “Aw. Is my little brat feeling under-stimulated?” He asked with mock sympathy.

You nodded shakily and he snorted “I suppose you should get to feel how frustrated your little teases left me then” he murmured, making your skin erupt in goosebumps.

You knew what was coming, and you couldn’t wait to have Izuku for the rest of the night.

Ty for the ask! It was super fun to write. And yes, I’m working on the other asks, dw dw.

@candiiee @cvnt4him

Foaming at the mouth, barking, gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

Just a quick doodle of them both.

Okay so, I forgot to flip the canvas and didn't noticed until I posted it on twt that it's flipped the other way... so yeah XD

Ps. Still have 1 slot left for Feb. comms!

Sooo…

Lots of people loved my Izuku x Chubby!Fem!reader, and I was wondering. I think I’ll turn them into a series, but I need to know who to do the next one for soooo

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.

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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.

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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.

⋆˙⟡ Bandaid. Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Delinquent!Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

ᯓ✦ Warnings; swearing, mentions of bullying.

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Izuku stared at his reflection with tired eyes. It had been a while since he had been treated so roughly by his former best friend, Katsuki Bakugou, he actually got punched today.

His cheek was red and already starting to swell, just his luck. Izuku knew he should’ve kept his mouth shut, but when people talked heroes, he couldn’t help himself.

Izuku sighed softly as he leaned over the sink in the boys’ bathrooms, using his fingertips to slowly and gingerly touch his sore cheek. The sharp pain was now a dull throb, sending slow and painful waves through his the right side of his face, and reminding him of how he pissed Katsuki off today.

He wasn’t sure how he was going to hide the dark bruise forming on his face. He had to come up with some excuse, so he didn’t worry his poor mother.

Izuku ran his fingers through his curly mop of hair and bit his lip to stop it from quivering. God was he really this pathetic? Not only could he not stand up for himself- well…not really anyway, but he was a crybaby on top of that. Of course.

After a short cry, and self-pity session in the bathroom, Izuku put his backpack on, and slowly trudged out of the bathroom. Izuku was an expert at keeping his head down, making himself small and invisible.

As he walked, Izuku kept his eyes glued to the tiled floor beneath his feet. He felt..hopeless? Maybe he felt angry, angry at his mom, at the world..who knows.

Izuku felt his face scrunch up as he fought to keep the tears at bay. Please not again. He thought over and over as the hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

He was so caught up in his own head, that he didn’t even notice the few delinquent students of Aldrea walking Izuku’s way down the hall.

He accidentally bumped his shoulder against one of the guys’ shoulder.

Great.

His head snapped up and he looked at the group;

There were 4 of them, 3 guys and a single girl.

“Just what the hell are you doin’ Deku? Bumpin’ into me like you own the place? You want to fuckin’ go right here?” The boy snapped, grabbing Izuku up by his uniform.

Izuku’s teary eyes were as wide as saucers, and he looked like a frightened animal, scared and panicked.

“What the hell is your deal!?” The other student practically shouted in Izuku’s face, a few droplets of his spit landing on Izuku’s freckled cheeks.

Izuku somehow managed to find his voice, choking out a few shaky words through his tears; “N-nothing! I-I’m sorry!” He sounded pathetic, because he knew he was at their mercy.

Meanwhile, you crossed your arms, watching your friend Kenji harass Midoriya over something so minuscule as bumping into him. “Ugh- Kenji, dude, get yourself together. It was an accident.”

Your words made your friend stop and turn to look at you. “Huh? Stay out of this, L/n, it’s none of your damn business.” He hissed, his eyes narrowing as he spoke.

You simply rolled your eyes. You’d tagged along with the…more troublesome group your whole life, and you weren’t exactly afraid of Kenji, a 5’6 boy who sounded more like a girl, than an actual guy.

“You’re gonna make us late to lunch, plus, the nerd’s already crying.” You gestured to Izuku’s face, tears still streaming down his cheeks and flooding his waterline. “So leave him be. He said sorry, move on.”

You didn’t know why you were even bothering to stick up for someone no one in the school particularly liked, but you were just in a good mood today; well..either that, or seeing the frightened look on Izuku’s face made your gut twist in…a weird way.

On Izuku’s end, he was completely shocked. Why was anyone even pushing for him in the first place? He knew you weren’t exactly sticking up for him, but you were still telling off your friend…

Izuku, while dumbfounded, took the opportunity to take in your appearance; to be completely honest, he thought you were pretty, even with a few bruises on your cheek, and a bandaid on your cheekbone. He kinda liked the rough edge your appearance had thanks to that little detail.

His heart swelled as he watched you bicker with the boy holding Izuku’s uniform, until eventually, Kenji’s patience ran out and he released Izuku.

“Fine! Just shut up already!” Kenji shouted irritably, making you roll your eyes and Izuku flinch. The other two students in your group sighed, one of them speaking up. “Can you two go a day without fighting? Please?” The other boy nodded in agreement and ran his fingers through his hair. “Christ, L/n and Kenji can never get along.” He grumbled.

You simply let out a huff of breath, choosing to brush off their comments then defend yourself when you knew they were kinda right. “Whatever, can we just get to lunch? I’m starving dude.” You said as you shoved your hands into your skirt pockets.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, what the girl said.” Agreed Kenji, who still looked a bit disgruntled that you’d pushed so firmly for him to drop Izuku’s accidental bump to the shoulder.

Your friends started to walk off and you weren’t far behind, however, as you did start to walk, you caught Izuku’s wide eyes. His eyes weren’t filled with fear and tears anymore, but instead they looked..awestruck.

A slight tinge of pink rose to your cheeks and you scoffed, rubbing the back of your neck and quickly looking away.

Izuku watched you walk off, his heart racing and his cheek— the once noticeable pain —suddenly didn’t hurt anymore, not that he could be bothered to pay attention to it anyway…he was still a bit too distracted by the face of the girl who’d stuck up for him, and the bandaid on her cheek.

He hoped he’d be able to talk to her again. Izuku slowly moved his gaze to the ground, before a small smile cracked his expression.

He didn’t think he’d be forgetting this experience any time soon.

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Hiiiii!!!! I know I’ve been dead lol, I’ve been kinda busy with some stuff, but I’m back now! This has been sitting in my drafts kinda rotting, so I decided to finally get my ass up and finish writing it. So here it is! I’m thinking about making a part two, but idk tbh.

GRRRRR HES SOO GOREGOUS SJDKSJSOSN

Help bc why the FUCK did I just get a post recommended to me.

It was a fanfic, right? No worries, I’m, believe it or not, into the fanfic thing.

I see Izuku in the tags, along with Aizawa, lgbtq, etc etc.

I scroll back up to the top and tell my WHY.

‘Aizawa x Deku’

‘Abusive’

‘Smut’

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HELL NO WHAG THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN DEKU X AIZAWA WHT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK.

It’s so fucking nasty. All of it. I don’t care if Izuku is aged up, or his co worker. Aizawa is still 31 when Izuku is 15. FUCKING TWICE HIS AGE.

Hell no hell no hell no.

Maybe I’m just overreacting but I really don’t care because out of all the ships you wanted to write about, you picked that one? Write like, bkdk or some shit.

I’m gonna go pour bleach on my eyes bc literally the first part of the fic is Izuku txting Aizawa and this is- I SHIT you not, what he types

I ALSO READ BITS OF THE FIC, AND THERES IMPLIED PRESENT MIC X IZUKU IM SO DONE.

Idk, maybe I’m just crashing out for no good reason, but this feels like a violation of my human rights.

Barking. Growling. Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

Just some expression practice with him~ ✨️