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⋆˙⟡ 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.

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!

Just wanted to put this out there.

Izuku, loves chubby girls.

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Entering middle school, Izuku would always be teasingly askwd what his type was, where the assholes in question would say things like “he’s definitely gay.” And “he’s into blind girls cause they’re the only ones who’d date him!”

He always just rolled his eyes at these comments and questions, but as he got a little older, and his hormones started to shift him from a boy to a young man, he started to actually wonder what his type was.

Izuku would often find himself on the internet, scrolling through different modeling sites, looking at the different girls showing off hero merch or other clothing. He knew it was a bit perverted, but he blamed it on his curiosity.

However, none of them ever caught his eye.

It wasn’t that they were ugly, they were gorgeous women, but none of them really set him off.

Fast forward to UA, and our green eyes king is meeting some new people, making friends, busting his ass to become a hero.

About one semester of school in, and Aizawa announces the school’s transfer student program.

Awesome! Another student to add to the amazinf list of quirks and personalities? Izuku can’t wait to meet them!

The day eventually rolls around when this mystery student is supposed to be moving into the dorms; the class had made dinner and set up some fun games to get to know each other. It was going to be fun!

Izuku and the rest of the class had waited, Izuku excitedly rambling to Iida and Uraraka about potential quirks, nationalities and really anything he could think of.

However, when he sees you walking next to Aizawa with a few bags, his heart drops.

You were..gorgeous.

His eyes were instantly drawn to your thick thighs, with no gap between them as they filled out your jeans, the slight pudge of your stomach that made you look so soft and warm, how your arms filled out your sleeves, and your round, baby face with chubby cheeks.

Izuku had no idea what to say as the rest of the students welcomed you to their class. He felt a bit bad for blatantly staring at your plush body, but god-damn he couldn’t help it.

He managed to choke out a greeting after everyone else, making your eyes land on him.

You noticed his eyes stuck on your body, and you smiled a bit, his bright red blush not lost on you.

Fast forward to graduation, you’d gotten pretty close with Izuku.

He was the boy you’d consider your best friend, sweet, affectionate, shy, and everything you could ask for in a friend; you trusted him, and he trusted you.

At the graduation party, Kaminari and Mineta had spiked the drinks there, a cliche thing do to, especially for fresh out of high school graduates.

You had a single cup from the start of the party, but after Mina had a few cups and ended up getting drunk, you decided to stick to water instead.

Poor Izuku on the other hand, was probably a few cups deep himself, and he was wasted.

When you found him, he was drunkenly crying, clinging onto Bakugou and whining about how much he loved you.

When you finally got over your shock, you walked over to Izuku, who lit up when he saw you.

“Baby!” He slurred out as he stumbled over to you, hugging you tightly “h-how is my gorgeous girl?” He mumbled into your neck as his hands rested on the rolls of your back.

You flushed bright red, stammering out some syllables.

Izuku giggled and cupped your cheeks with his calloused and scarred hands “look at your cute face~” he slurred out with a dopey grin, “s-so prettyy..”

You melted into his touch and looked up at him with hooded eyes..damn him and his stupidly adorable features. Damn him.

You don’t even know how you got here, laying in your bed with Izuku on top of you. Your shirt was nowhere to be found, and his hands were traveling your torso so softly and slowly as he pressed little kisses to your soft stomach.

You gently combed your fingers through his hair, watching as he gently kneaded the soft, warm pudge of your stomach, the way he smiled and rested his cheek on your chubby belly making you both vulnerable and incredibly shy feeling.

“Y-you’re so..pretty..” he said as he placed a kiss on one of the stretch marks on your stomach. “These are so c-cool..like..like lightning..”

You laughed a little at his dopey grin, seeing him so enamored with something you’d previously been insecure about, and he was lavishing your body with kisses.

When Izuku eventually did fall asleep, his cheek on your stomach and hands holding your sides, you simply pulled up the blanket over his shoulders and looked up at your ceiling, smiling a little and feeling weirdly appreciated by your drunken best friend.

My point is, Izuku has a thing for chubby girls. He loves the cellulite covering your thighs, your stretch marks over your stomach and thighs and arms, the way your cheeks rounded when you smiled- he couldn’t get enough of your soft body.

Izuku loves you for who you are, but it helps that you happen to be his ideal body type.

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Felt like writing this randomly, I started it yesterday when my mom and I were watching MHA word Heroes’ mission, but finally finished it today. Wanted to write some fluff for all of my fellow chubby girls out there. <3

(The middle pic is the body type I imagine Izuku has, but like..teen boy..yk??)

So I just was thinking about something.

We all know that Izuku eats a lot more when he starts training with All Might, right??

Well, I was trying to sleep the other night and I came up with a scenario;

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(Tw; body dysmorphia, insecurity, comments abt weight.)

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Izuku and yourself had made quick friends after you moved schools. Entering Aldrea wasn’t the most pleasant experience, the people weren’t the nicest and the classes weren’t very..exciting. The whole building felt stale with its stagnant color scheme and taunting, long halls.

However, Izuku was a comfort of yours. He was your best friend, and the two of you lacked a lot of boundaries to begin with. So it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when the two of you ended up getting together, holding hands in the hallways and giggling like love sick children.

However, soon, Izuku started training to get into UA, and you supported him with everything, while maintaining your own physical condition and strength.

Thankfully, the two of you still definitely had time together, I mean, you were attached at the hip, how could he not squeeze time into that busy schedule of his to see his best friend and partner??

As Izuku’s workout regimens grew harder and more intense, so did his body’s need for calories and nutrients. It was natural, he was, A. A growing boy going through early stages of puberty, and B. He was busting his ass with the training the number one pro was putting his body through.

He began to eat more, thanks to his sweet mother providing him with bigger portions, and you.

You carried around snacks like protein bars, granola, trail mix and other tasty treats for your sweet and shy boyfriend.

Izuku’s thin form began to fill out, and he wasn’t as bone-y as he used to be, his hips filling out a little more, and his stomach building a little bit of pudge on the front.

His uniform was growing a bit snug against his form, wrapped around him noticeably tighter.

And how were you reacting to Izuku’s softer, yet stronger form?

God it got to you.

The way you stupidly smiled when the two of you would hang out in his room, cuddling after a long day at school, your hand gently rubbing his stomach.

Izuku had always liked your gentle touches to his stomach, the gentle kneading of his abdomen always instantly relaxing him and putting him in a trance-like state. You’d always loved his body, it was the vessel that carried the sweetest boy you’d ever met, and now he was softer, warmer and easier to cuddle.

His sides slightly pushed out more, threatening the waistband of the pants or shorts he wore. Don’t get me wrong, Izuku wasn’t fat- no no no, he was still healthy and lean, he was just a little more filled out;

His cheeks were more round and boyish, his dimples now more obvious when his sweet smile spread on his lips, his back didn’t show his spine anymore, and he had a bit of padding right under his shoulder blades, and his thighs were a little more soft and full than they had been.

While you loved the new softness and cuddliness of his body, Izuku was less than pleased.

He noticed the changes of his appearance after Bakugou had made a comment about not only becoming your boyfriend, but getting in a relationship with the fridge.

God that hurt.

From that point on, Izuku was hyper aware of how his clothes folded around his softer body, he knew he was strong and healthy, but he just didn’t like how fat he felt.

The worst part?

He was terrified about your reaction.

You hadn’t mentioned the weight gain, or even batted an eye at it, and Izuku just hoped that was because you didn’t notice.

He went out of his way to make sure you didn’t see his body. Izuku wasn’t comfortable changing in front of you anymore, he would always (reluctantly) move your hand away, preventing you from giving him the heavenly stomach rubs you loved to give him.

You didn’t really pick up on these changes, until he started wearing baggier clothes, no longer dressing in the clothes he’d worn for the entire duration of your knowing him.

You only picked up on this detail because, for his birthday, you bought him a fitted All Might tee, and he looked..nervous.

It wasn’t like Izuku thought you’d openly comment and criticize his body, but after Katsuki and the other boys at school would tease him for his sudden (subtle) increase in size, he just didn’t want to face the thought of you acknowledging something he was growing more and more insecure about.

Today, you were laying in Izuku’s bed, while he rummaged around in his room. That’s kinda how things went sometimes, Izuku would just do things and you would linger in his space, it’s how you bonded.

You looked up at him from your phone, raising a brow as you watched him look at himself in his whole body mirror that he’d recently purchased.

“Izuku, what are you doing?” You asked, angling your head to the side as you watched him prod and inspect every aspect of his form.

The tension rose in his shoulders, and Izuku felt his heart snap in his chest. Oh god. He wanted so badly to ask you, to find out what you thought- the not knowing your opinion on his insecurity was killing him.

“Uhm..I’m just..looking” he mumbled, his voice hesitant and obviously thoughtful.

You raised a brow at his words. That wasn’t very helpful with answering your question.

“Well I can see that, you dork-“

“Y/n..am I..fat?”

Oh.

Oh no.

Your eyes widened and you looked at him with surprise “Izuku- what are you saying? Of course you’re not fat” you sat up, walking over to your boyfriend and gently cupping his cheeks.

Izuku guiltily looked away, his waterline swelling with tears. He let out a shaky breath and sighed, biting his lip “I-I’m sorry- I just..Kacchan and some of the other guys at school have made comments, and I can’t help but notice how much bigger I am..I have live handles now..”

Your heart shattered into a million pieces as everything slotted into place.

His weird behavior suddenly made sense.

He was feeling insecure.

“Look- I know I’m not as popular or attractive as the other guys at school, and I’m not eve super skinny like I was..I’m just terrified of how you’ll react..” he sniffled and wiped his eye with his wrist, trying to keep himself composed “I don’t want to embarrass you because of my appearance”

Your lips pulled down into a frown and you gently caressed his round cheeks

“Izuku..you’re not disappointing me or embarrassing me or anything like that. You’re my boyfriend. I love you. You’re so damn cute no matter what size you are; thin, thick, it doesn’t matter, you’re still my Izuku and nothing will change that- certainly not the judgment from someone like Bakugou”

You smiled softly as Izuku’s swollen tears began to drip down his freckled cheeks, his bottom lip quivering “you’re..not ashamed of me?” He asked, his voice shaky and unsteady “even with..how I look? And how your friends tease you for dating me? An-“

Izuku was cut off, feeling a soft press of lips against his chapped ones.

He blushed brightly as you pulled back from him, smiling softly “look Izuku; you’re my boyfriend, my partner, my world. I love you. I could never be ashamed of you” you gently ran your thumb over his freckled skin, a gentle touch that made him blush a little harder “I love you and your body, okay? Anyone who gives you shit about it can suck my dick”

Izuku smiled softly, his eyes stinging with tears before he tightly embraced you, feeling a little lighter thanks to your assured words and firm tone. “I love you, Y/n…what did I ever do to deserve you?”

You gently pressed your face to his neck, sighing softly and smiling a little “you didn’t have to do anything. You’re amazing as is, Izuku.”

Despite the lingering uncertainty about his body, Izuku felt so warm and content, a renewed sense of safety building in his chest and making him finally feel at ease for the first time in a while.

He knew, despite everything and anything, you would be by his side. Always.

EEEK I hope you guys enjoy this. I’m such a sucker for MS!Izu. I love him sm he makes me wanna punch a wall. I love him.

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.

Felt like dropping my Izuku sketches (plus a bonus hawks sketch) bc I literally was flipping through my sketchbook and I was like. “Wow I’ve rlly improved!!” So here they are.

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

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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.

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.

Hi pookie 🥰

Was wondering if you could write Izuku x reader (fem or gn depending on what you prefer) where reader is a foreigner but also newly in Japan so they don't fully understand Japanese yet? I've seen this concept before and it can be so funny and sweet

No rush at all and thanks in advance 💕

The way I got so excited seeing this ask.

Y’all rush me, PLEASE give me ideas.

Anyways here we go!

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Starting at a new school wasn’t exactly what you had on your bucket list for this year. But thanks to a messy divorce between your parents (or insert any other reason you’d move to Japan idk brh) you and your mom end up moving to Japan.

You stare at the uniform you received with an unimpressed look. The last school you went to didn’t have a uniform, and this one looked extremely..uncomfortable.

You give a heavy sigh and throw it on, looking at the skirt with narrowed eyes. Seemed..short. You snatch some spandex from your closet and put them on underneath, they’re visible but who cares?

After saying goodbye to your mother (or father), you leave your apartment, heading down the street to the school you’d be attending, Aldrea Middle School.

You had done a little Japanese study before, but you couldn’t really speak it fluently- and you couldn’t read any kanji at all. You were worried because- well, you couldn’t speak the native language.

You told yourself you’d be fine, taking some deep breaths and assuring yourself that today was going to go great!

As soon as you stepped foot onto the premise, you could feel the eyes of the other students on you. Everyone..stared. It was to be expected, you definitely didn’t look Japanese, you were also a new face in general so..

You brushed off their stares with a smile, waving to the girls who stared at you as you walked into the building. Your face instantly soured as you walked in, feeling dread hanging over you.

God this was not going to go as well as you thought.

You walked to your first class, looking around with tense shoulders, more stares. “Figures as much” you muttered to yourself as you walked to an empty seat in the back.

You toss down your backpack and sit down, pulling out your phone and ignoring the whispers and sounds of the other students.

The bell rang and you let out a sigh of relief as the teacher walked into the classroom, looking up at the man.

“Today, we have a new student, she’s from (insert country), so try not to give her any grief” and with that, class started.

You let out a second sigh of relief, glad you didn’t have to stand up in front of the class and introduce yourself, and also glad that the teacher seemed to speak English pretty fluently.

As you were taking some notes, you watched an eraser whizz right past you, hitting a boy right in the side of the head. The boy simply sighed and went back to writing. Weird.

That happened a few times during class, people occasionally throwing things at the boy with curly hair. You raised a brow and watched as the other students whispered in Japanese while snickering and gesturing to the boy with curls.

You felt a little bad, wondering what he did to earn such treatment.

As class was dismissed, you looked down at the email on your phone with your schedule on it. You sighed and began to pack your things back into your bag, when you heard commotion. You looked up to see a blonde boy with two brunettes talking to the green haired boy.

You wondered what they were saying, but judging by the green haired boy tensed up, you figured it was nothing good.

You tried to ignore it, but a small yelp made you look up, only to see the blonde gripping the curly haired boy’s uniform. Finally, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. You puffed out your chest and walked over to them, before grabbing the blonde’s hand.

“Let go.” You said in English, however, the blonde just looked pissed. He narrowed his eyes and muttered something in Japanese, to which you assumed was an insult. “Hey! I said let go. You’re being rude.” You glared at the blonde boy, clearly not tolerating his treatment towards Curls (you’d affectionately labeled the boy with- you guessed it -curly hair).

The blonde let go of Curls, and turned to face you, to which you crossed your arms and frowned at him. He raised a brow and spoke in Japanese, narrowing his eyes at you and stalking closer to you, almost threateningly.

“You’re being rude. Mean. God you probably can’t understand what I’m saying.” You sighed and the blonde scoffed “You asshole” the blonde shot back. You couldn’t tell if he actually understood you, or if he just knew bits of English, like how to insult people.

You narrowed your eyes at him before huffing. You grabbed Curls by his uniform, grabbed your backpack and dragged him away from the blonde.

The boy with curly hair was staring at you in awe. You were..amazing!

You set him up outside of the classroom, smiling at him “hi, sorry for dragging you out like that” you said in English, hoping he understood you.

He just stared blankly at you and you sighed “oh great..” you mumbled before pulling out your phone, you quickly typed out what you said to him a second ago, and had google translate read it out in Japanese.

He brightened and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck and holding up his other hand as he said..something.

You smiled a little, he was adorable despite not speaking English. You typed into the translator, asking him what his name was. The boy blushed a little bit smiled sheepishly “Midoriya Izuku” he said with a dimpled grin.

Your smile widened, and you felt a warmth spread in your chest. This boy was absolutely positively adorable. You pointed to yourself “Y/n, Y/n L/n” you spoke slowly, ensuring he actually understood what you were saying.

“L/n-chan?” He repeated, angling his head to the side “no no, Y/n” you corrected, smiling and trying to work with him, despite the language barrier.

Izuku blinked for a second, before smiling sheepishly “Y-Y/n-chan..?” He asked hesitantly, his cheeks a little red and his hands fidgety.

You nodded approvingly “that’s right! Nice to meet you Izuku!” You shook his hand, while he stared at you with a red face. Did you just call him Izuku..?

He smiled shyly and gently held your hand in his. He could tell the two of you were going to be good friends.

I love when y’all send me asks bc like, rhen I know what the people WANT. Anyways thank you for the ask! It was fun to write this!

I was just thinking about…Bunny!Izuku (🌸❤️‍🔥)

BECAUSE IM LITERALLY SEEING IT EVERYWHERE. ON PINTEREST ITS b u n n y ! I z u k u. ON TUMBLR ITS b u n n y ! I z u k u .

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Bunny!Izuku I like to imagine, loves to misplace your things. He’ll place your keys under the couch, your hair ties in the kitchen cabinet, and when you go looking for them, it’s a game to see who gets to them first.

Bunny!Izuku has his own room in your apartment, but basically doesn’t even use it, always sleeping in your room, with you. He shares most things with you, whether it be clothes, food, your bed- you name it.

Bunny!Izuku is spoiled rotten. He knows it too. You spend so much money on this little fucker, buying him whatever he wants when you two leave the house. (He is grateful though, and seeing his fluffy cotton tail wag just- makes you a different kind of animal.)

Bunny!Izuku is a brat. We all know this. We all love this. But what I headcannon him, is that he’s so much of a brat, that when you finally put him in his place, he’s a trembling, sobbing mess. (I.e; “Y/n! Oh- god- please- it’s so good. Harder- please Y/n- I’m such a brat- I know, please!”)

Bunny!Izuku who loves to cuddle, like, a lot. He’ll just find you in the house, and sit on your lap, or sit next to you, or hug around your waist- just something for that physical contact.

Bunny!Izu who hates it when you scold him. He’ll pout at you and stomp his feet on the floor. He’s a little brat and he knows it.

Bunny!Izu who gets pretty worn out after spending all his energy all day, and who will lay down to cuddle with you, whining for your attention and touch.

Bunny!Izu definitely pops a boner as soon as your hand is in his hair, scratching at the base of his ears and combing through his wild curls

Bunny!Izu who grips onto your shirt and looks up at you with needy eyes, pleading for you to touch him, to give him what his body’s begging for. (“Y/n..I..I need you..please..? I’ve been good today..”)

Bunny!Izu who whimpers loudly as you begin to gently pump your hand up and down his cock, slowly soothing the growing ache that had been building to a crescendo. His loud whines and feminine whimpers fill the room while you murmur soft praise to the bunny boy.

Bunny!Izu who can’t tear his eyes away from where you’re pleasuring him, his stupid tail trying to wag under him as he watches your hand ride up and down his cock, only drawing out more pornographic moans from the bunny.

Bunny!Izu who’s throwing his head back into the pillow, tears flowing down his face as he begs for more even though he’s just cum. (“Please- don’t stop please! It feels so good, god it feels amazing please Y/n!”)

Bunny!Izu who’s spent after a few more rounds of your gentle touches and overstimulation, his body trembling, his ears folded down, and his face covered in tears.

Bunny!Izu who thanks you shakily when you return from the bathroom with a wet wash cloth, gently wiping the remnants of his release from his abdomen and cheek, smiling softly and giving him a few soft kisses on his forehead.

Bunny!Izu who, as soon as you’re back in bed, is wrapped around you, cuddling into your neck while you gently scratch his ears, whispering sweet nothings to him. (“My sweet boy..you’re so cute Izuku..my pretty baby..my good bunny..”)

Bunny!Izuku who falls asleep every night knowing he’s loved and cherished, always taken care of, who knows you have his back no matter what.

Bunny!Izuku who is so thankful to have life better than most hybrids, and is so thankful for you, and who loves you unconditionally, the exact way you love him. Bratty flaws and all.

Part 2.

Ive been wanting to write bunny!izu for literally so long it’s not even funny. I saw like, 4 people write B!Izu head cannons/one shots, and if you did that, you’re awesome.

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

⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 8/14 ✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing.

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What was a good way to describe how you left Izuku?

Breathless.

You were gorgeous, so so so sweet, and had the most pure heart. You were talented, drawing people in with your passion for what you loved, whether that be music, art, writing, or whatever else you may be interested in, Izuku loved how you were.

He often spaced out in class thinking about you, gazing at your soft hair and gentle eyes. You had no idea just how much this boy admired you. He practiced drawing you in his notebook, each wave of your hair, each curve of your face, everything.

Izuku knew his feelings were silly, he’d never truly felt love before, but he just knew this is what it was. It wasn’t some silly crush- no no no. He’d had a few crushes on a few boys from middle school, but none of them compared to his feelings for you.

Izuku would stay up late on the phone with you,

“You think? Dude, I’ve never even thought about it that way” you mumbled, looking up at the ceiling as your phone laid next to your head. Izuku’s soft laughter came in from the other side “I know right? I’ve gotten that reaction quite a few times, I know it’s nerdy.” You sighed and smiled softly. “Just cause it’s nerdy, doesn’t mean it isn’t invalid.”

going out to the arcades with you;

“Woah! You’re so good at DDR Midoriya!” You gushed with wide eyes, gaping as Izuku’s feet tapped against the colored squares on the DDR pad. “Go Midoriya!” You laughed and cheered, making the boy’s heart race at seeing your smile.

He’d even been vulnerable with you.

Izuku looked up at the stars, curfew long passed and most of the dorm asleep. You padded out and looked over at him “can’t sleep?” You asked softly. Izuku sighed and ran a hand through his messy curls. “You could say that” he said softly. You could sense the tension in the air, so you being the considerate and kind person you were, you gently wrapped him in a hug, which he reciprocated. Izuku let out a soft sigh and felt a few silent tears slide down his cheeks. “Thank you..” he whispered quietly.

The point was, Izuku was attached, his heart clinging to your smile, your laugh, your skills and your friendship with him.

You were so..amazing.

Izuku felt like he was leagues behind you, like he had to over-compensate, and that he did.

The boys were sparring out in the grass, the sky was dark and cloudy, the air cool against their hot skin.

Izuku looked up at the clouds and frowned. He didn’t want to get sick if it started to rain, and the thunder rumbling in the background didn’t seem to ease his worries.

You sat on the steps with Tsu and Uraraka, watching as the boys wrestled, cheering for them.

Izuku smiled sweetly as he saw you, however, he felt a drop of rain hit his skin, then another, then a third, until it was pouring. He shuddered as the cool water fell onto his skin.

“Guys! We should go in! We could get sick!” Izuku called to the boys, who were now slipping on the growingly wet ground.

Kaminari laughed, Bakugou groaning in disdain as the rain pelted him “fuck off Deku. I’m not letting some shitty rain stop me from kicking dunce face’s ass! Don’t be a pussy!”

Izuku blushed embarrassedly and looked over to you, who looked unimpressed with Bakugous words. He didn’t want to stay out in the rain, but with none of the other boys- not even Bakugou -going inside, he decided to follow the crowd to seem tough like them.

He definitely regretted that.

Izuku sighed softly as you blotted his forehead dry, his hair slightly sticking to his sweaty skin. “I’m sorry Y/n” he mumbled, his nose stuffy and voice nasally.

You sighed and smiled, shaking your head “it’s okay Midoriya, I know how dedicated you are to your training. Just, try not to get soaking wet in the cold rain next time, okay?”

He nodded and blushed as you gently cupped his cheek, tilting his face up to gently wipe away the sweat from his feverish skin.

In his hazy-ish, state of having a fever, his brain thought it acceptable to look up at you and smile softly, words slipping out before he could stop them “you’re..you’re amazing..Y/n..” he said before letting out a few nasty coughs.

You blushed a little and smiled, feeling a small flutter in your chest “aw..thank you Midoriya-“

“Izuku.”

“H-huh?” You paused your motions and cocked your head to the side. Izuku looked at you with furrowed brows. “Call me Izuku” he clarified.

Your eyes widened slightly and you felt heat crawl up to your ears “wait- that’s like..intimate..right? First name usage I mean..” you said as you tucked some of your hair behind your ear, looking away as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

Izuku nodded, smiling softly at your shy demeanor “I..I want to be closer with you..Y/n..I want you to use my first name..please..?”

You swallowed dryly, before smiling a little at him. “Alright…if you say so..Izuku”

His eyes widened and his heart raced in his chest.

God, there it was again.

That feeling you always gave him. That feeling of love and adoration.

The feeling of being breathless.

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I would have gotten this out sooner if I wasn’t being a nerd and trying to figure out how heavy the steel beam Izuku was lifting during his fight with Gentle Criminal was. Spoiler alert, 1,933.34 lbs - 2,400 lbs. you’re welcome.

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

⋆.˚✮Valentine’s Day story 3/14✮˚.⋆

I feel like cavetown is Izuku’s fav artist, so here you go, one of my fav songs from them.

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Izuku had no idea how he’d gotten to this point. He had no idea how he ended up here.

See, the thing was, Izuku was a fanboy at heart, and whenever he met someone with an amazing quirk or charming personality, he wanted to know more about them, and part of himself admired that person.

But this was different, and he didn’t know what it was.

He thought it was just admiring one of his friends, then he tried to blame his fanboy tendencies, but that never seemed to quell the flutter in his heart when you looked his way.

Whenever you so much as glanced at him, and gave him that toothy grin with your pearly whites, Izuku’s knees weakened and he found himself (sometimes literally) tripping over himself.

The worst part? He didn’t understand why.

Izuku was usually much better at handling his emotions or at least coming to realize his stance on things, but you flipped that on its head. It’s not like he had any problems with you! In fact, quite the opposite. He loved being around you, the casual way you two would make beaded bracelets and talk about nothing in particular made him feel at home.

The way you listened as he ranted about some video game or how you would ask him genuine questions about the hero he was talking about- he didn’t feel like a burden with you.

Izuku felt like you saw him for who he was, more than just a nerd and more than just a fanboy. He felt heard, he felt cared about.

He truly didn’t think much of the hugs, the affectionate ways you’d toy with his curls, the way you’d lean against him in the commons, or how you’d hold his hand as the two of you walked down the halls at school.

It wasn’t his fault he was so…oblivious, after all, he had no experience with girls, so he just figured this was one of the ways girls showed their value of their friends, he had seen you hug Mina, kissing each other on the cheek as you greeted each other, so maybe it was normal?

Izuku nodded to himself, it was definitely normal behavior, and it wasn’t like he was complaining, he didn’t exactly have a problem with you hugging around his middle, resting your head against him as you enjoyed the movie playing in the commons.

He lazily ran his fingers through your hair, not too focused on the movie as he thought about why his heart still sped up a bit thanks to your cuddling into his side.

Maybe he was just happy to have you around? But then why did his stomach flutter so lightly?

Izuku sighed softly and looked down at you, smiling a bit as he saw your head resting against his right peck, his arm around you and a blanket draped over your shoulders as his fingers combed through your silky locks.

He faintly felt his cheeks heat up as you closed your eyes, pressing your face to the muscle of his chest and letting out a heavy sigh, your eyes closed as you drank in his affection.

Izuku’s heart stuttered in his chest, and he felt a surge of affection wash over him. He smiled softly, feeling so incredibly lucky to have a friend like you trust him the way you did. It meant a lot to Izuku.

He was snapped out of his daze by your soft hum, and gentle voice. “Hey..Izuku?” You asked softly, your eyes half lidded and obviously tired. It made sense, the training from that day left a lot of the class worn and wary.

He felt his heart skip a beat. Your face was so cute-

What..? Cute..?

What a silly thought.

“Yeah?” He blinked away the odd thought that popped into his mind, smiling down at you warmly and trying to quell away the questionable blush on his cheeks.

You yawned and rested your head against the smooth plane of his shoulder “do you think you could walk me to my room?” You asked, your tone tired and soft.

Izuku smiled a little. In all honesty, he’d pretty much do anything you needed, and often he found himself a bit too eager to assist you. Need help carrying something? Izuku would offer. Did you need some help on the homework? Borrow Izuku’s notes. Need someone to rub your back? Izuku’s hands work the best.

He didn’t have a real reason why he loved assisting you, he didn’t feel like you were using his kindness for your personal gain, because he knew how much he meant to you (at least he thought he knew), and you knew how much you meant to him.

“Oh! Sure N/n, are you wanting to go now?” He asked, his cheeks warming slightly as you smiled up at him, the bleary look on your face rather.. no no no, not again, Izuku.

You nodded and yawned, tightening your arms around his middle “yeah..I’m getting pretty tired and am probably ready for bed..” you said quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone else who might have been watching the movie.

He felt that feeling rise in his chest once again, offering a nod to try and distract himself from the giddy feeling. “Kay, I’ll walk you. Cmon sleepyhead” he said softly, standing from the couch and gently taking your hand. Why did your touch always feel like the most pleasant electricity?

Kirishima looked up from his spot on the couch, his fingers slowly combing through Bakugou’s blonde locks. “Where are you goin’, Midoriya? You guys aren’t leaving already, are you?”

Izuku smiled and chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck as you sighed and wrapped your arms around his waist lazily.

“Oh, N/n is feeling tired, I’m gonna take her to her room and I’ll be back out when she gets laid down” he explained, gesturing to your clingy and tired form, basically asleep on your feet while holding onto him.

Kirishima nodded slowly, his mouth making a small ‘o’ shape in realization “oh, I see” he chuckled a bit and smiled up at Midoriya “okay cool, come back out whenever you’re done.”

Izuku nodded and looked down at you “cmon N/n, let’s get you laid down, sleepy head” he murmured, an affectionate smile on his face.

As the two of you walked out of the commons, Kirishima sighed and smiled “Midoriya is so manly.” He commented, glancing to where they disappeared, before looking back to the group.

Mina raised a brow “what do you mean?” She asked from her place on the other couch, Uraraka also glancing up, her attention caught by mentioning her friend.

Kirishima shrugged as he gently petted Bakugou’s blonde locks, the sleeping boy slouched against the redhead “I dunno, he just is such a good boyfriend, you know? He’s taking his girlfriend to bed, making sure she gets there without any problems. Seems like a gentleman to me.”

Mina blinked, before laughing, bringing a hand up to her mouth to stifle her laughter.

Kirishima raised a confused brow and looked to Uraraka, who was also smiling and giggling a little. “What’s so funny? I don’t get it?” He mumbled, glancing between both girls.

Mina paused her giggles long enough to get a sentence out “they’re not dating.” She managed to get out, letting out a breath as her lungs caught up from her laughter.

Kirishima blinked and gaped. Izuku and yourself weren’t dating!? How the hell was that even possible? The two of you were literally cuddling right next to him, the way he was cuddling with Bakugou. His boyfriend.

“Wait..are you being serious?” He asked, to which Mina and Uraraka nodded “yeah, Deku isn’t really good with social interactions, in a sense that he has no idea Y/n is crushing on him. He thinks it’s casual.” Uraraka explained with an exasperated sigh.

Kirishima let out a huff of laughter, then shook his head “oh great, so he has no idea that Y/n is falling for him? Lovely. Should we tell him? Or tell her to tell him?”

Mina shook her head and smiled, waving off his concern with a lazy hand “nah, don’t worry about them, I’ve got a feeling they’ll figure it out..” she glanced off to the hallway where the two of you walked off, a reassuring feeling warming her chest.

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You and Izuku slowly walked to your dorm, the walk was filled with comfortable silence and the occasional comment. Your hand was in his, and your blanket was draped over your shoulders.

You glanced at him, seeing him smiling to himself about who knows what.

A sigh left your lips, and a deadpan formed on your lips. You’d been trying to express your crush on Izuku since the sports festival, but the boy was more focused on his dreams of becoming a hero than he was on getting a girlfriend.

You smiled a little and rolled your eyes as the two of you walked side by side, hand in hand. You were sick of his ignorance, and so tonight you were determined to make it obvious to the boy that you liked him.

The two of you approached your dorm, where Izuku stopped in front of your door and turned to you, a smile on his lips “here you are, Y/n. Are you gonna get some sleep?”

You nodded and yawned, rubbing your eye with one hand, using the other to loosely wave him off “don’t worry, Zuku, I’ll get some rest.” You smiled at him sleepily and stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his middle in a warm embrace, which he happily returned.

“Good, you pushed yourself during training today, I’m very proud of you” he said softly, his hand on the small of your back and the plane between your shoulder blades.

You blushed and smiled, closing your eyes and basking in his praise “thank you Izuku…that means so much coming from you..” you murmured, your cheek resting on his shoulder.

He felt that feeling flutter in his chest again, to which he blushed a little, smiling as he spoke “please, you saying that, sounds like I’m some pro hero” he mumbled bashfully

You scoffed and clung to him a little tighter. This idiot was either down playing how strong and amazing he was, or genuinely didn’t think he was anything special. Both were not great scenarios, in your opinion.

You huffed and rolled your eyes “you’re practically as strong as one” you grumbled into his shoulder.

Izuku simply smiled, knowing how you loved to compliment and uplift his work and progress. He didn’t like to admit it, but hearing you praise him, actually made his blood rush to his face and his confidence swell.

The two of you stood like that, before Izuku reluctantly pulled away “I’m gonna go back to the commons, okay?” He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder “please get some rest, and if you need anything, call me.”

You paused.

You’d totally forgotten how you were going to make your crush a bit more obvious to him.

He bid you goodnight, and you dumbly replied, your brain on autopilot as you began to panic.

You were gonna miss your opportunity!

“Hey Izuku!” You called out after he made it about halfway down the hall.

He turned and raised a brow “yeah? Did you need something?” He asked, his head tilting to the side like an intrigued puppy.

You trotted up to him and grabbed his hand, standing on your tippy toes to do the first thing your brain thought of.

Your lips met with his cheek, the smooth skin feeling so perfect under your touch.

Izuku stiffened and erupted into a bright red blush.

He watched as you pulled from his cheek and smiled warmly at him. “Goodnight, Izuku..get some sleep” you spun on your heel and bolted to your dorm, quickly dashing into your room.

Izuku placed a hand on his cheek and watched with a dumbfounded expression as you ran back to your room.

He finally understood what that feeling in his chest was.

It was falling in love.

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Literally SPEED typing so I can get this out on the 3rd and not the 4th I procrastinated AAA

HIYAAA could you maybe do something about teacher izuku with pro hero girlfriend/wife?? I was thinking of a scenario where his partner is always staying up, working on some hero stuff and he tries to lure her into bed to rest. Maybe include a making out session :3

Hiiii!!! I was literally gone all day doing things, so lemme cook you up someone good pookie. 💚

Slight smut warning. 18+

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You sat in your office, a hand running through your messy hair and your eyes stinging with lack of sleep. A heavy sigh slipped passed your lips as you dragged your hand down your face, glancing at the clock.

1:47 am.

Wonderful.

You still had quite a bit of paperwork to go through, and some emails to draft, and you’d been sitting at the goddamn desk since 10 pm.

“That’s what I get for being a procrastinator.”

You mumbled to yourself, sighing heavily and grabbing your pen again, continuing your painful paperwork.

You had been deep in your work, until you felt eyes on you. Your eyes flicked to your right, where you saw your lover, Izuku Midoriya, standing there.

“Sweetheart..what are you doing awake? You have to be awake for school in a few hours..”

You mumbled, your brows furrowing with concern as you spun in your chair, facing the tired man you called your boyfriend.

Izuku wasn’t wearing his glasses. His hair tousled and his tee (that was yours that he stole.) was loosely hanging off of one shoulder. He didn’t bother wearing pants to bed, the shirt was long enough to reach his upper thigh anyway, the black boxers wrapping around his muscular thighs.

“Come to bed..”

He mumbled, rubbing his eye with a slight pout on his face. It was obvious he was displeased with your current position in your office chair, and not in bed, holding him.

“Baby, I’ve got work I gotta do”

You said as a smile pulled at your lips, seeing your boyfriend sleepy and more than ready to have you in his arms warmed your heart.

Izuku whined in protest, walking over to you and grabbing your hand, bringing it to his lips.

“Please..? You’ve been working all evening..I haven’t been able to see you because of your paperwork..and it’s already 2 in the morning..”

Your boyfriend mumbled, pressing a few feather light, and sickeningly sweet kisses to your knuckles.

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, cupping his cheek with the hand he’d been kissing.

“Zuku, I need to finish my work. Why don’t you go lay down okay? I’ll be back in bed when I finish up these papers.”

Your tired eyes dragged to the desk as you gestured to the stack of papers, sitting on the desk and taunting you with the task of finishing them.

Izuku frowned, then, an idea popped into his head, and he grinned mischeviously. You looked up just to see your boyfriend shifting to sit in your lap.

You blushed and gently placed your hands on the sides of his thighs, feeling his boxers under your touch.

“Izuku..”

You said softly, slowly shifting your hands back around to the plump curve of his ass. Izuku blushed softly and cupped your cheeks, his calloused thumbs running over your skin with a careful touch.

You smiled a little and gave his rear a playful squeeze, Izuku rolling his eyes as you did so. He leaned in closer to your face, tilting his head to the side

“Why do you love squeezing my ass?..you weirdo..”

You laughed softly and shrugged, a grin gracing your features as you gently groped his plush curve.

“It’s not my fault you’re so curvy baby”

You whispered softly, to which Izuku blushed, glancing away as you leaned closer to his face.

“Shut up..don’t say that kinda thing..”

He muttered shyly, his eyes moving to yours. You smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Well, at least let me show you how pretty you look, baby”

And with that, you pressed your lips to his. Izuku’s lipd were slightly chapped from him chewing on them, but they still had a certain softness that left you wanting more and more each time you kissed.

Izuku groaned softly, his hands moving to your shoulders, his fingers slightly digging into the fabric of your shirt as he kissed you with equal passion.

You softly bit his bottom lip, a whine leaving him and making you break the kiss only to chuckle, then your lips found his once again.

His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, sliding his fingers under it to feel the smith skin of your abdomen under his fingers.

Meanwhile, your hands moved to his thighs, gripping the curves and planes of his smooth skin, only covered by his boxers, which held a tent from his manhood.

You smirked while you broke the kiss, looking up at him as you ran a finger over the bulge in his boxers.

Izuku whined and bresthlessly moaned as you rubbed his tip through his boxers, giving you a half lidded, needy gaze.

“Sweetheart..don’t tease me please…”

He whispered, a flush on his soft, freckled cheeks.

You laughed softly and smiled up at him, a mischievous grin settling on your lips.

God you loved his whiny tone and flustered expression.

“Cmon, let’s take this to our bedroom, yeah?”

You asked, not wanting to tease him too badly, but also enjoying your affect on his body- seeing the way he physically responded to your touch definitely excited you.

Izuku vigorously nodded at your words, gripping your shirt tightly as a deeper red coated his cheeks. He knew what the hazy look in your eyes meant for him, and he felt a pit of heat grow in his stomach.

“Yes- yes let’s go”

Izuku gasped as you picked him up, loving being manhandled, even if you weren’t necessarily rough with him.

He knew he was in for a long night.

Ty for the ask, ilyyyyy!!!

Foaming at the mouth, on my knees, sobbing, barking- I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE IZUKU!!! He is such a stupid nerd I love him<3

Anyway!! Feel free to not answer if you don't wanna, that's ok! But how do you think Izu would act with a reader that loves to bite or mark him?? He just makes me feral he's so cute and I need to have my mouth on him<33

KANAKSBJA I love you anon, giving me motivation- STAWWWP anyways here’s a cute lil thingy for you;

Masterlist

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You and Izuku had been dating for about 6ish months, the two of you had gotten quite comfortable with each other, and gotten used to each others habits and quirks.

However, there was one thing Izuku couldn’t ever really get over.

Your biting.

It wasn’t ever super hard, but sometimes, you just had to stim, and that would result in biting on Izukus hand, or his neck, or his arms, or shoulders- really anywhere.

It wasn’t that he had a problem with it, it was more so, he just simply didn’t understand.

The two of you were laying in his bed, a quiet Saturday afternoon, escaping from the dog days of July.

You were sitting between his thighs on his bed, leaning back against his chest while the two of you scrolled randomly on your phone.

You felt that familiar energy start to pool in your calves and in your finger tips, making you bounce your leg and pick at your cuticles.

Your jaw clenched and you clicked your teeth together, before Izuku rested his chin on your shoulder. “Sweetheart? Are you okay?” He asked softly, his voice gentle and quiet in your ear.

You hummed and gritted your teeth together, feeling the need to chew on something, however, you’d forgotten to grab your gum, and didn’t have any suckers with you.

“Yeah I’m alright, jus’ stimming love” you muttered with a clenched jaw.

Izuku knew faintly about your stimming. He hadn’t actually been aware that he himself stimmed before you caught him chewing on his lips and twirling pencils between his fingers or snapping his fingers.

He hummed before he tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling softly “you wanna chew?” He asked, offering his palm to you.

You glanced at him, and swooned. “Are you sure Zuku? I know sometimes my teeth leave marks” you muttered, a bit unsure. In reality, you loved seeing your bite marks or hickeys on Izuku’s skin- it wasnt even a sexual thing, it was just..nice.

Izuku nodded and smiled, clicking off your phone and placing it on the night stand “yeah, I’m sure baby”

You smiled at him and turned sligjtly to kiss his cheek “I love you, you know that?”

Izuku turned bright red and smiled, pecking your lips “I love you too”

He didn’t protest as you grabbed his hand, bringing the meat of his thumb to your mouth and lightly biting on it. Your jaw finally stopped buzzing as badly, and you let out a sigh of relief through your nose.

Izuku smiled and gently carded his fingers through your hair as you left a few teeth marks on his hand, eventually turning around to sit on his lap and leave bites on his shoulders and neck.

A soft, sigh left him as he angled his head to the side, feeling your teeth pressing into his neck. It hurt a little, but after training and breaking his bones over and over again, his pain tolerance really improved.

Izuku gently rubbed your back smiling softly as he felt you trail like kisses across the bites on his swollen skin. He knew you didn’t want to hurt him, and it was all out of affection, and he accept your little habit with open arms.

After all, how often was it that guys found girlfriends who liked to stake their claim on them?

So I’m short; Izuku loves when you’re stimming and need a source of relief, he’ll gladly offer his hands or neck to you, allowing you to bite or pick at his skin.

He loves you either way, and your stims didn’t deter him at all 💚

Also I literally LOVE when y’all give me motivation. Give me more askes grrr

So guys I’m low key gonna try and do a writing prompt every day with these starting feb 1. So look forward to those! <3

My wife @lgbtqplusultra and I are doing an art challenge to each other as our Valentine’s Day Presents- and I wanted to share in case anyone wanted to join in or follow along.

I included the prompt list I made for us below, any fandom or ship is welcome, any media type is welcome as well- I’ll be drawing Bakugo and Deku, but feel free to mix it up!

Warning! Smut and other spicy stuff.

Thinking about..virgin!izuku…

Masterlist

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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.

GENTE O DESAFIO TÁ ACABANDO AAAAAAAAA e finalmente eu finalizei a capa do desafio oito, eu tô muito feliz  ~

Como tenho andado com um bloqueio e desanimo para capar, resolvi fazer um desafio de capas para ver se consigo me animar, então cá estamos com a oitava capa do desafio de verão (mesmo a gente estando no Outono -qq) por @atypicalstorm​ e que vocês podem acessar ao desafio bem aqui!

ATO OITO. faça uma capa cujo o elemento o elemento seja um objeto e não uma pessoa (você pode usar pngs de personagens espalhados pela capa, desde que o png principal — ou seja, o maior — seja de um objeto. » gosta de um desafio? pelos céus, você realmente gosta de um desafio, não é? então faça uma capa que só tenha objetos.

Então gente essa capa tem uma história engraçada, ela é feita como um presente especial para coldwishes, autora da fanfic “No Rainbows” que é uma fanfic ShinDeku ao qual eu sou muito apaixonada, sério é um dos melhores ABO’s que eu já li do Social Spirit na seção de Boku no Hero. A capa meio que dá um spoilerzinho da fanfic, mas nada que vocês olhem agora e entendem sabe? acho que só eu, Isaah e os leitores de No Rainbows vamos entender IONDAOINDAOIWNDOAIWN

E gente, QUE CAPA DIFICIL DE FAZER MANO, SÓ DEUS SABE O QUANTO ME SEGUREI PARA NÃO TACAR SEI LÁ, UM SHINSO E MIDORIYA ANDANDO JUNTOS POR CIMA DO TECLADO, OU MAIS UNS PNG’S DELES VÉIO! AAAAAAAAA e bom, apesar de tudo eu acho que falei um pouquinho por que bem, o png de foco acabou não sendo o teclado, mas sim o polaroid...

MAS EM MINHA DEFESA, NÃO É CULPA MINHA SE O POLAROID COINCIDENTEMENTE TEM FOTO DO SHINSO E DO MIDORIYA DE MACACÃO E BLUSA AMARELA VÉIO, E COINCIDENTEMENTE O POLAROID ENCAIXOU PERFEITAMENTE NA CAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (Mafu, a cínica -qq)

Então é isso! Se inspire! Não copie! Artes Oficiais utilizadas! Créditos aos donos de todos os recursos utilizados tais como png’s, psd’s e textures.

p.s.: LEIAM NO RAINBOWS PELAMOR DE DEUS GALERA AAAAAAAAA VAMOS CRESCER A COMUNIDADE DE SHINDEKU BUÁ BUÁ

It seemed like an eternity, though it was only a minute while Midoriya processed what had been said, his mouth still hanging open.

“You think that All Might is my dad?” he asked, “and you’re gonna tell everyone that I’m his son?”

“Yes, and yes. Problem?”

“I don’t know where you get your information, but you are dead wrong. He's not my dad” Midoriya said with a nervous chuckle. Heat was surging up his face that had nothing to do with the fact the villains were all looking at him knowingly. It was just hot in here, that’s all.

“You can't lie to us.” Bad touch man smiled.

“I... but... you... HE’S NOT MY DAD!!!” Izuku snapped.

In locker rooms after training

Deku: (looks in the mirror) *sighs* I'm so short

Mineta: *coughs*

Deku: (looks down)

Mineta:........

Deku:.........

Gacha Edit: Izuku Midoriya

Izuku edit for your souls ❤ he's pissed lol!! I tried to make a good Izuku design, I think I did okay 😅 Anywho, this was definitely an older edit. I have definitely improved since! Who knows, maybe motivation will come runnin' back to me at full force 😜

Izuku Midoriya/Deku Fanart

Look at me! Two days in a row! 🎉 His eye turned out a little small but, I’m pretty satisfied with how it turned out other then that 😃!