#⛓. deku

[forwardpair]

I have so many mixed feelings about Deku like this 😭. Like I wanna fight him but I also want him to dick me down ya know 🤷🏽‍♀️. Also the piercings pleaseeeeee my kryptonite 🤭😮‍💨

Hi friends ! So I’m sitting here thinking about Dickhead Deku ☹️ MDNI

Deku wasn’t the most confident in high school, especially when compared to his besties Katsuki and Shoto.

Girls often told him that he was “cute” or “adorable”, but that wasn’t what he was going for.

He wanted to be hot 🥵

So the cute little bean pierced his tongue and nose, tatted “DE” “KU” on his calves and got an undercut.

By the 3rd year came around his was rolling in cewchie, often catching more snatch than his bros.

Except Kirishima. He’s a fucking WHORE.

Our bean’s confidence was at and all time high. Ego boosting even further during his ProHero debut.

Isaiah Niggadoriya was in full effect.

I’m talking ULTIMATE LIGHTSKIN.

More toxic than a Brent Faiyaz album.

If Deku saw a girl, and he wanted her, he got her. No questions asked.

With his charming white smile, cute freckles, mischievous eyes and bo legged stance that indicated something heavy hanging between his thighs 🌚. Nobody turned down the symbol of hope.

Nobody except you.

See, you were the cute girl that worked in the social media department at Endeavor’s agency. You’d been assigned to handle all of Shoto & Dynamight’s platforms because Shoto lacked people skills and Kacchan kept flashing out on trolls. Even claimed to be dating some girl that trolled him in America 🌚

This meant that you spent a good amount of time hanging around the hero, taking candids and getting quotes. Which in turn led to you spending a good bit of time with his friends.

“Hi (Y/N) thank you for the Soba. It was delicious.” Shoto smiled, giving you a cute head pat and taking the seat next to you. It felt kinda antiblack but he’s fine so whatever 🥲. “You’re welcome , Sho. Gotta keep my boys fed”. A deep chuckle sounded as Midoriya walked through the door, “I like to eat too, doll”.

Now, any other girl would’ve been on their knees right then and there but you scoffed, looking him up and down to return your attention to the two heroes that you’d been assigned too.

Deku hated this.

He’d been trying to get with you since you started working with his buddies but you wouldn’t give him the time of day.

He was convinced that the only words you knew were. “STOP” “NO” and “DONT”.

At least that was what he thought until he stayed late one night and heard you screaming “NO DON’T STOP!” From Yo Shindo’s office.

YO FUCKING SHINDO ?

He was baffled.

You didn’t give him the time of day but you were fucking the great value version ?

Terrible.

“Really, YN?” Midoriya raised a brow , “Shindo? Baby , why go generic when you can have the real thing ?” A look of pure disgust crossed your features. “Let’s not compete where you don’t compare, Deku. At least Shindo knows how to treat a woman.” You gathered your things to head towards the car, he followed you of courses. Keeping as eyes glued on your ass that jiggled every time you took a step. Good god, he though as he held the door open. “I’ve never gotten any complaints from my lady friends”. You groaned, “that’s cause you’re cringe af. I’ve seen both Kat and Sho’s phones and anyone who refers to themselves as “pussy destroyer” followed by countless photos of them and multiple women in compromising positions is a “no” for me.”

Well damn. Couldn’t really argue when you put it like that. “I like nice guys” you continued, “guys that take me on dates and ask me about my day. Guys that aren’t just trying to fuck”. It was really hard for him not to laugh. Did you really think Shindo was genuine ? He’d been fake since high school. To think he’d actually scammed his way into your pants, and apparently your heart with the way you smiled absentmindedly at the thought of him.

Okay, if you wanted a nice guy then that’s what he’d be. Taking it back to high school, he turned into that cute , nerdy guy that all the girls friendzoned. Always popping up to say hi, being overly friendly and making conversation, pretending to care when you rambled about your day, acting like he was getting flustered from being near your when he was really blushing at the thought of how good you’d look choking on his dick.

Eventually, he’d gotten close enough for you to consider him a friend. Unfortunately, you’d also gotten even closer to Yo, unaware that he was fucking random fan girls every week because you were so “in love”. Lucky for you Izuku was, recording every encounter, sometimes even setting them up. “Hey, bro. I think that girl wants to talk to you.” He’d wink and pat Yo’s shoulder and the idiot would bite every time.

Finally, the time had come for some “anonymous” person to airdrop you the videos of Yo fucking around. You were distraught, in a complete state of disarray. Lucky for you, your good friend Izuku just happened to be walking around the corner when you started crying. “Hey , it’s okay. Forget him, he’s an asshole. My place is nearby, let’s go. We can watch movies and eat ice cream. You’ll forget all about him.”

Now you’re in his bed, two fingers rubbing your tongue, brushing the back of your throat and collecting saliva to rub on your budding nipples while he sucks on your clit and fingers your cunt.

He was right. You did forget about him. You couldn’t even remember his name after the third orgasm. All you could say was “Deku” and he hasn’t even pulled his dick out yet. His cock was twitching in his pants and he moaned around your bud as your pussy gushed on his fingers. Maybe when he fucked you, then you’d forget your name as well.

@xogabbiexo @plussizeficchick @blkchxrryblyss @bookwormsenpai @nasty-quillz @namjoonswifeyy @riozakii

[sweets-yandere-lover]

Yandere Deku Headcanons💚📗

He would have a lot of notebooks about you and your personal life(birthday, hobbies, family, friends, etc.) 📓

He would become so shy around you and nervous 😳

He is also a stalker type of yandere ( the notebooks)🔭

He would daydream about a life with you 💒👰🤵

Have a drawing with your guys initials inside of a big red heart❤

Steals some of your stuff (it starts out small thn gets bigger)✏

Will kill for you but only if he has to🔪

Will kidnap you (but after you trust him)⛓

Will guilt trip you into staying with him🥺

He will make other people hate you so you can't get help from anyone to leave him😠

Sorry it sucks this is my first time doing a Headcanon 😅

[th0tfairy]

bnha guys proposing

🤍💍🤍

Deku: takes a knee and starts stammering and stuttering and breathing really hard. You actually think he’s having a panic attack until you see the ring

Shouto: takes you into a jeweler and asks you if you see anything you like. You’re honestly looking at a pair of crystal studs but he keeps pointing to the rings like, “you have plenty of earrings, why don’t you get a ring?” You agree and while browsing thru their selection he asks if you’d be his bride and u start crying in the middle of the store in front of everyone

Bakugou: casually asks if you like his last name during dinner. You shrug around another bite of your meal. “Want it?” he asks, flashing a ring in your sight before you start choking on your taco 🌮

Kirishima: gives you a huge chunk of garnet. You’re like what is this. And he says your wedding ring. And you’re like...ok.... then he sharpens his fingers and begins carving out a heart shaped stone for you ♥️

Kaminari: omg def the type to plan something so embarrassingly extravagant that you’d probably die if you said no in public

Sero: something kinda complicated like making u a playlist and every first word of the songs to read “Marry Me” but it takes u a while to notice because you don’t even know why he made you a playlist w only 2 songs that you don’t even know?

Shinsou: hides the necklace you always wear and while you’re looking for it, tells u to check a random drawer. You’re desperate so you open it and find a ring threaded through the chain of your necklace ⛓

Hawks: takes u to another daily soar thru the sunset and flies u all the way up to a rooftop for a picnic. You notice a ring on the end of a drumstick and it’s kinda oily when you put it on 🙂

Dabi: takes a note from Hawks book and tries to do something romantic like slipping the ring into your food. But you were starving so you practically inhaled the cupcake and choked on your own ring. He’s pisses after he gives u CPR like “you could’ve just said no” -_____-

requested by: @speedmetalqueen hehe hope u like it

[bakugousbussy]

Bakugou: 🎤sawarasenai🥰kimi😸wa⛓shoujo👻na💅no?✨böKù🌸Wâ🧚ÿARiçHiñ🤴BįCChī😾ńO😩oSû🚣Dà🎉YO💦

Deku: Idk if I should be this turned on rn

[pearlprincess02]

bakudeku synastry (mars)  

mars rules physical energy and efforts. it describes the strength and direction of the physical force that drives your ego, fires your emotions, and encourages your mental endeavors and communicative skills. it describes male relationships and associations, risk-taking inclinations, and the physical challenges you are likely to encounter. 

house overlay

bakugo's mars in deku's 8th house

just like the first house mars synastry, eighth house can have a highly sexual energy to come with when someone’s mars (bakugo) lands in another’s eighth house (deku). a sharing of deep secrets that no one knows and sexual desires that others may see as taboo are discussed and possibly even tried out as the mars person (bakugo) can arouse the house partner’s (deku) desire for physical closeness, intimacy and sex. the house person (deku) will see the mars person (bakugo) as mysterious and they are able to get them to open up and discuss said taboo things, mars (bakugo) though can pry themselves into the psyche of the house partner (deku) and they may go too far and and make house (deku) uncomfortable or they could use money as a way to keep the house person (deku) attached to them. there is a chance that one or both people here can go through some type of transformation. could be good for a relationship synastry, but if divorce is to happen the same energy that fueled the intense sex will fuel the anger behind the split.

deku's mars in bakugo's 12th house

anything in the twelfth house can be tricky when it comes to synastry as the twelfth house is the house of soulmates and enemies, with mars (deku) here the house partner’s (bakugo) walls manage to come down and helps house (bakugo) open up and tell secrets to the mars (deku) partner that they never told others before. the house partner (bakugo) is able to give mars (deku) some kind of healing that is on a deep level and help the house partner (bakugo) over come their self sabotage habits and fears. the mars (deku) person can go deep into the mind of the house partner and could trigger old trauma and fears and they could play a little on the negatives of those fears without realizing it. if this is a romantic relationship, there could be some past life karma that needs healing. there could even be a chance that this is a secret affair. 

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[lethargicsunlight]

'Demon': Chapter 1 ♡ BakugouXFem!Reader (Book 1)

First of all, thank you for reading!

Please read the author notes and prologue here if you haven't already!

This chapter is actually super short, but I feel it is apt for the atmosphere. The next chapter will be much longer.

(Also I know this has a lot of Deku praise, and this is totes not a Deku X Reader fanfic, but I ask for your patience! )

...Also plz comment <3

WARNINGS: Slight, brief symptoms of panic. SFW

👹🖤⛓🔪💣

This was the part of your existence you loved the most.

...It was also, the part of your existence you hated the most.

Gathering intel in the field for upcoming targets, possible enemies, or anything the Head-Honcho wanted the scoop on. It's a dream, but it's a costly one. Even acting like a normal citizen wasn't a time to relax.

But that didn't stop you from getting the most out of it.

In your left hand was a wooden case that rattled as you walked--a sound that would almost make you cringe despite being surrounded by noise. In your right, a water bottle, held up against your side. You were even wearing clothes instead of gear, all fixed up and face exposed. Even your comrades wouldn't know it was you, and that was the most comforting--as, according to rumor, you couldn't remove your mask.

Your shoulders tense.

They could know it was you. Remember that. Assume nothing.

You watch the influx of students leaving U.A. High from a block down. The fickle part was finding someone talkative but not so talkative that they exaggerated their stories. Unassuming. Honest. A little humble...

Shy, but eager to please..

Eyebrows in, shoulders up and frame tightened to appear smaller.. Tripping over big feet, and apologizing.. Empathetic glances towards his friends--

Bingo.

Target acquired. You pick up your feet and start moving, just far enough behind they wouldn't be suspicious. Evidently, you blended in pretty well; no one looked at you long enough to be picked up in your peripheral. This was your age group after all. The why you were set to this task, instead of the other lackeys.

---

The target's friends split off at a bus stop, and he heads on alone. There's a nice café up ahead, saddled up next to a bridge with a view of the ocean. Your feet ached to stop and look out, to enjoy the view of the world you could only see on these sparse missions.. But falter, and you'd miss your opportunity.

Your steps quicken, and you intentionally let your legs kick higher than necessary. You'd practiced this in a mirror, to mimic the girls you saw in the streets.

"Hey!" And your voice, pitch hiked to sound flowery and... sweet.

The target spins on their feet, catching sight of you and shrinking their frame again. They catch eyes, confirming they were the one you'd called out to. "Hm? Uh, " He starts, waiting for you to catch up.

You don't give him time to respond further, "Hi! Sorry,--" You force a couple deep breaths to sound winded--"I don't mean to bother you, but I have a really big project I'm working on to get into an advanced art class. You're a student from U.A. right?"

He stands in silence for a few seconds with a look of shock. He regains composure, touching the back of his neck, cheeks flushing. He's self conscious.

"Ah, yeah--yeah I'm from class 1A." He erks out, followed by a hollow laugh.

Your thoughts race, but no time for that--"Oh, really? Wow, what luck. Do you--do you have a minute? I'm just, my project is to sketch or paint portraits and, well I thought your face was interesting so.." You jumble your speech, eyes drifting away. A calculated charade of embarrassment.

He looks surprised. Even red-faced.

"Oh..Oh! Er--I have a lot of homework to catchup on but--but yeah! I'll uh, I'm up for it. Just, let me call my mom, let her know, ya know?" His voice breaks throughout his response, and the following expressions depict an inner monologue. Like he's chastising himself.

"Of course! I'll set up just over there, I promise I won't take up too much of your time," You move away and place your case on one of the cafe's iron tables. As it clicks open, inside is a small stack of flat canvas, a dish, and tubes of acrylics. Freshly bought.

You hear the target off to the side, murmuring and stuttering and apologizing to his phone. It eventually ends peacefully, or so you predict as he says 'I love you' and 'See you soon' before he approaches the table. It makes your heart lurch. You'd been mentally referring to him as 'the target'--but he was a person. An entire entity. One you were about to schmooze to get intel from.

Granted, this information was at your digression. Whatever you pulled from him was yours, so long as you had something believable for your employer, you could still keep the boy safe.

"Apologies--" Your tongue almost ties into a knot. A miss-step. People your age didn't say that. "I didn't introduce myself, I'm Hamasaki Asuka." You offer a polite bow, then add water to the dish you'd set out next to the case. You'd carefully tailored your fake name. Repeating syllables were harder to remember.

"Midoriya Izuku," He responds, awkwardly standing across from you after a bow of his own. "I've uh, never had anyone ask to paint me before..." He admits, hands going to his face again, index finger grazing a cheek.

"Oh? Shame. You have a nice profile, and I've never seen anyone with that kind of hair. I like how the light reflects off of it."

You can hear the air catch in his throat. Might need to tone-down the compliments--

"Really? Wow.. AH--er, how do I.. do I just need to stand still or?"

You motion to a chair, "you can sit down if you want and get comfortable. This should only take ten minutes or so." You pop a sweet smile that makes your insides feel chilled. "So long as I can see your face, I'm good!"

He goes quiet for a moment, as you prep up the inner stands of the case--working as a miniature easel for your canvas. Everything's ready. After slapping a layer of white across its surface, you look back to the.. target..

You have a lot of self control. You've spent years mastering your body, being mindful of every muscle and nuance of flesh. But god if you didn't almost break.

He looks so serious.

Face--literally--posed into the most picturesque anomaly of focus. Someone could make it an advertisement. The need to laugh bubbles up, and you can only quell it by defocusing your attention. You swallow. Your eyes move back to the canvas as you force the impulses further down.

He notices.

"..Am I trying too hard..?" He asks, his volume dropping. Thank god his expression turns into one of concern. It wasn't that he looked ridiculous--just comical. It was honestly... nice, for someone to react so seriously in your presence. To care about your interpretation of them.

"Ah, no--but, like I said you can relax. Since it's quick, I can only get the main details anyway.." You're wasting precious time. Get to it.

He opens his mouth like he means to say something else, but you cut him off.

"So, Class 1A? You must be pretty skilled! I bet it's a lot of work." You fire the question with an air of nonchalance. Like it's small-talk.

"Yeah it certainly is! But everyone's really doing their best. And All Might is teaching this year, I'm so lucky to be a part of it." He beams, but..

Your vision drifts, as a source of noise draws your attention. Through the iron-work, you can see him gripping the fabric of his uniform, hands balled into fists. His eyes drop after flickering to the left; his brows even out. He's remembering something.

He was a student from the Hero Course. There'd been an accident a few days prior, as Villains had attacked the school. There was a chance that might be what he was thinking about...

But a chance is not enough. Keep going.

"I can't even imagine what that must be like... And I mean, with All Might there, you guys are getting more attention than ever before."

"Hm."

A grunt of agreement, but nothing else. He's still staring off, and his demeanor is gradually cooling. You were losing him. Even worse, you couldn't fathom what exactly was said to cause it. Unless... it was All Might. A personal interaction perhaps.

Of course, All Might was also your main reason for this act of espionage. Figures.

You let the silence stretch a few minutes as you wet-paint the colors of his skin and hair unto the canvas, shaping it to resemble him. You're heart was in it, but your mind was calculating your next choice of words. You needed to get to him. Inside him.

"...Since you're in the hero course, I have to ask. What do you think makes a good hero?" You purposefully allow the inflection of your tone to flatten, so you're speaking naturally. Doing this was an invitation for honesty--digging beyond the boundaries of small-talk. Your brush stops moving, and you look directly at him. Full attention.

It works. Suddenly he's sitting straight up and his lips fall into a straight line. He doesn't have to think about his answer for long.

"Someone who stands up for the weak and does everything they can to make sure everyone is safe and  can look forward to a bright future!" He's grinning, albeit with a tinge of pink across his cheeks. In a more serious tone, he adds: "Even if it means going beyond our limits. That's what I want to be, a smiling face everyone can rely on!"

You pause.

It's not like you expected him to say something else. You'd picked him out of the crowd for this exact reason; this facet of one's personality that made them good. A lacking quality in your every day life at the base. You feel inexplicably drawn in--because he means it. You can see it in the hand he has braced against his chest, in the way his smile contrasts with his deadly serious eyes, and the ever-present flush across his cheeks and nose.

Even if it means going beyond our limits.

"Even if... the hero had to do something bad?"

"Hm? What do you mean?" His hand drops an inch, and his righteous determination almost looks deflated.

The question had flown from your mouth. Flown, as in, you had not been able to control the impulse that wanted validation. You chose your selfish feelings of self-doubt over your mission. You want him to say it's okay. You want him to tell you, a Hero must do whatever  it takes to do the right thing. You want him to admit, that Heroes can't be smiling idols all the time.

You want him to tell you the dark things you do, are all for a good reason.

Not that you were even comparable to a hero.

Your second miss-step.

"Nothing, I was just going on a thought I had. You sound super determined!" You fake that cheery smile again, eyes shut tight in emphasis--but as they reopen, you see he isn't charmed. He's studying you. But, he remains polite.

"Oh, heh.. thanks."

Then the moment returns to silence as you focus on the painting. There was no need to continue. You had failed. The most unacceptable outcome. Your mind raced between dotting his freckles on the portrait and fabricating a new plan to extract information somewhere else; perhaps by giving him the portrait you would be able to swipe his identification card--

"What do you think makes a good Hero, Hamasaki?"

You freeze. Your hand holding the dish begins to shake behind the canvas. You force it down into your lap and swallow hard.

This boy.

He'd remembered your fabricated name. He'd seen through your fake smile. And, worse.. it wasn't because he was trying to determine your motives or that he suspected you as an enemy. He was evaluating the situation and taking your feelings into account. Your opinions. He wasn't going to let the conversation you'd mistakenly started slip by, because he was concerned with your... well with you. Your interpretation of a Hero was important to him. Yours.

Your mouth is dry, but you know your answer.

"I believe a good hero is someone who is willing to sacrifice anything to save lives."

"...I think you're absolutely right." He palms to his chest again, "and I won't forget what you've said. After all, heroes risk everything--even their own lives to protect everyone. Even if it means having to make hard decisions sometimes and being criticized for it."

Please, please stop talking.

He's beaming, smiling, giving you the most sincere child-like enthusiasm; making it extremely hard to act like someone else. Someone not you. Your slip of control on your surroundings has blood pumping in your ears and bile rising in your throat. You drag in a deep, silent, shaky breath.

"...That means a lot. I just wanted to let you know, I really appreciate your time and..  I'll be cheering you on in the Sports Festival!"

You hide the cracks in your mask, and force yourself to finish the painting.

But you weren't expecting him to keep talking.

-----

His Hero name was 'Deku'. It was a name given by his childhood bully--which, he'd termed as 'Ka-chan' or 'Kahchan'--but the term had been flipped around by a sweet girl he'd met in his class known as Uraraka.

He loved going on about his 'Amazing class-mates' and their unbelievable quirks. His strict teacher, the famous Erasure-Head (or not so famous). And All Might.

It had been grueling torture to continue listening to him, but once the flood gates had opened they just would not close. He was so happy to just talk, that you allowed your façade to crumble for the moments you weren't forming a response. Your impromptu portrait request far exceeded ten minutes, and verged on an hour. And ultimately, your mission was successful.

Throughout the nuances of his stories and explanations, you'd pieced together some ideal points to present to the Head-Honcho. And, information that prepared you for any future entanglements with the hero class and their teachers--should the resulting decisions head that direction.

...You still gave him the portrait. You had pulled out a phone and took a picture of the canvas still on the easel, then promptly removed it and placed it in his hands.

"I just need this for the project, so I want you to take it. Consider it a gift for your time."

"Oh wow! You're really good! A-are you sure?! This is amazing!"

You relive the moments of your conversations over and over, as you watch the phone and painter's case burn in a metal barrel. You were back in your uniform, back to your reality.

Mask and all.

[ekparavani]

CON-GRA-TU-LATIONS !! youve been 🎉🍻invited! 🎊🥳 to IZUKU MIDORIYA'S🐰💚⚡sweet 1️⃣6️⃣ 🖤⛓🥀FUNERAL🥀⛓🖤bonanza EXTRAVAGANZA!!! 🥂 so take a seat 🙇‍♂️🙋‍♂️ and SHOW THIS to FIVE ✋5️⃣ of your 💖BELOVED💖 abandoned class 1-A kinnies 😈🥶 to SPREAD the WORD ! 🤪🤪 and 🚫 DONT FORGET !!!!!! 🚫 😔😜 FLY HIGH DEKU ! 🥳🙏👼💀

AUS I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH BUT YOU ARE DISEASED 😭 so am I tho so thanks for the invite!!! I'll bake a cake for the occasion! what puts the fun funeral more? chocolate or vanilla?

TOBE FLY HIGH DEKU ! 🥳🙏👼💀

[ithisatanytime]

(M E L E E M A X ⛓🍒)

[pearlprincess02]

bakudeku synastry (saturn)  

saturn rules responsibilities, restrictions and limitations you are apt to encounter, and the lessons you must learn in life. it does not deny or diminish imagination, inspiration, spirituality, and good fortune but it does demand that these things be given structure and meaning.

house overlay

bakugo's saturn in deku's 8th house

no matter what kind of relationship goes on between the saturn and eighth house person, there is a natural blockage or lesson that is to be to be taught in this synastry. the saturn person (bakugo) will help the house partner (deku) gain some maturity and a better perspective when dealing with a personal crisis. the saturn person (bakugo) could also be in the house person’s (deku) life as a karmic debt, if house person (deku) has used their powerful magnetism the have in an irresponsible way, saturn person (bakugo) may be the catalyst for consequences to teach house about the responsibility that comes with their influence over others. depending on other aspects, commitment may feel like a responsibility and intimacy can take a while to achieve as the house person (deku) may not be willing to open up and sharing anything from emotions of material things. both are very cautious with relationships and will want to make sure that the commitment is serious. If taken seriously, having this synastry can make a relationship solid.

deku's saturn in bakugo's 11th house

friendships, activism, and community is what is affected in eleventh house synastry. the saturn person (deku) will not be fond of how long and who the house person (bakugo) hangs and lets into their life, they may even lecture the house person (bakugo) about it. they make groups and organizations seem restrictive to house (bakugo) or they may feel like the saturn partner (deku) is too serious about these kinds of matters. both saturn (deku) and the house person (bakugo) tend to go on their own to social circles and events, never really inviting each other. however the house person (bakugo) learns how to become more of a leader and an an authority in a social setting, they are even inspired by saturn (deku) into developing a more progressive idea or even become more interested in activism. the saturn partner (deku)could have help from house (bakugo) on expanding the social connection and ties to their community.

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