#Teacher deku

[manymanydifferenthats]

Dynamight loves being petty and Mr. Midoriya loves staring at his ass when he should be grading papers

[hotpotatopotat]

A lot can happen in 8 years, Kacchan.

[krayonkei]

midoriya-sensei has had enough u_u

[cheese-doorstop48]

Izuku has his own problem children now

[brenbren08]

Look at theses nerds enjoying their adult lives together!

( I’m so proud of the little details I added, drawing Katsudon is harder than it looks)

[quitesins]

Mr Deku!

Masterlist

Tags: Sfw, Smau, Female!Reader, Aged up!character, Teacher!Deku, Teacher!Reader, Coworkers, Mentions of periods, idk how ua classes work but reader is like general course teacher or sumn, they’re both all might nerds :P

I wanted to make a Deku version of The Bossman so u can assume they’re all in da same universe

[azlumire]

izuku midoriya did not expect you to barge into his class right in the middle of teaching.

your face was sweaty, a almost panicked look in your eyes as you stood gasping at the doorway, your hand clutching a white plastic bag.

he couldn't really blame his students for becoming startled, because you did look rather ominous with your all-black clothing and that crazed look on your face—you were so adorable though, even if you seemed like you were about to set fire to his classroom—so he lifted a single hand to calm down his shouting students.

which didn't work.

"sensei! is that a villan-?!"

"we're all dead we're all dead we're SO DEA-"

"shut up, we're literally in a building full of pro-heroes-!"

"who is that-"

"bean."

izuku sighed, giving up on controlling his class. he walked over to you, looking rather handsome with his green hair all touseled, his perfectly tailored clothes fitting his lean frame... oh you fell in love again, just by seeing that gentle look in his eyes.

resist. resist. you will not be weakened by a single charming grin-

you nearly melted into a pile of mush as he smiled at you, wrapping a singular arm around your waist.

"h-hey. what are you doing here?"

you frowned up at him, brandishing the plastic bag at him, the annoyed facade dripping off with each second. a small flush covered his face as he peeked inside.

"you forgot your lunch." you mutter, gazing at the class.

a very rowdy class. you squirmed as they all continued to stare at you, the arguments slowly silencing as everyone became aware that you were probably not a villain.

it got silent.

were those crickets chirping in the background?

"i should probably go-"

"yeah... yeah, maybe. do you think you can... come back to eat lunch with me?" he whispers, a hopeful glint in his emerald eyes as he clutches his bento box.

you chuckle and nod, "yes. i'll be back later, 'kay? try not to miss me that much."

izuku nods, stars in his eyes—its you. you're his star—and he presses a quick kiss against your lips (because fuck pda) and watched you go, red prominently shown on his face and a dreamy smile on his wistful face.

oh right he has students. he's supposed to be teaching.

he quickly turned to the class, gingerly putting the plastic bag on his desk as he attempted to form a proper explanation.

the class bombarded him with questions before he could even say what was about to fall out of his mouth.

"sensei, who was that?!"

"was that another hero?!"

"is that your partner, sensei?"

he nods absently, his mind absently replaying the moments he had with you, a love-struck expression on his face.

he looked like a fool in love.

mainly because he is a fool in love.

[otamega8]

[Meme redraw] Aizawa can never escape his problem children 눈_눈 trouble at any age!!

[sofiascripts]

love in recovery ✧.*

pro hero bakugou x reader

when pro hero dynamite, along with some other heros, step in to assist midoriya during the intense ua finals, he finds himself accidentally injured and in need of treatment from the new recovery girl. assuming she follows the same procedure as her predecessor, he expects a kiss on the cheek to heal his wounds.

✎ wc: 3656

ׂ╰┈➤ warnings: cursing... and not proofread

when you had started at u.a. high, it had been filled with excitement and anticipation. every day had felt like a new adventure, with the hallways buzzing with energy from the promising students. you were new to the area, having moved into musutafu for the job, leaving all your friends and family back home. it wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be, and you had midoriya to thank for that. he started around the same time as you, and since he grew up in the area and graduated from u.a., he was more than willing to show you around.

you were no idiot; you knew about him way before his introduction. after all, the name izuku midoriya was synonymous with heroism, the man who had followed in all might's footsteps and become a beacon of hope for so many. but despite his accomplishments and fame, midoriya was incredibly humble. he didn’t mention even once that he was pretty much the sole reason you were here, working this job, and pursuing your own dreams. he could’ve easily let his reputation speak for itself, but instead, he chose to connect with you as an equal, as if he were just another colleague finding his place in the world.

you couldn't help but admire him for that. his kindness and humility made it easy to settle in and find your footing. he introduced you to a few of his friends and they welcomed you with open arms, he was always there with a smile or a word of encouragement, and before long, you found yourself feeling more at home than you ever expected.

this was your second year as the new nurse at u.a. high. your quirk, aura of restoration, allows you to emit a healing aura within a certain radius, gradually mending wounds, restoring energy, and alleviating pain for anyone within its range. it's a powerful quirk, capable of providing much-needed relief during intense training sessions and after battles. you can also focus your aura on one individual, which is especially helpful when the injury is serious because all of the healing is concentrated on them.

however, your quirk comes with significant drawbacks. the more people you heal at once, the more energy it drains from you, leaving you physically and mentally exhausted. on particularly challenging days, even maintaining the aura for a few minutes can be taxing. additionally, your quirk is highly sensitive to your mental state; if you're stressed or anxious, the effectiveness of the healing diminishes. the aura might flicker or fail entirely, putting those relying on your help at risk.

despite these challenges, you take great pride in your work. you often volunteer at hospitals to strengthen the capacity at which you can heal. you’ve become a familiar face to the students and staff, offering them not just physical healing but also a sense of comfort and reassurance. many students appreciate your presence, often stopping by not just for medical help but also for a few calming words or a bit of advice—or perhaps just as an excuse to get out of class. you appreciate it nonetheless!

today the atmosphere in ua was even more exciting than usual, it was lovely, you knew your quirk would be extra strong today. you continued down the hallways waving hello to your colleagues and stopping by the faculty room.

“good morning, mr. aizawa,” you greeted as you poured yourself a cup of coffee, the rich aroma began to fill the room.

aizawa glanced up from his papers, his usual tired expression softening just slightly. “morning,” he mumbled, taking a sip from his own mug.

“what’s the deal today? the energy in the building feels different—much stronger and very lively,” you remarked, leaning against the counter and taking a sip of your coffee.

aizawa raised an eyebrow, his gaze drifting toward the window where sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow across the room. “some of the pro heroes are coming in today to help with the students' finals. it’s got them all worked up. they’re eager to impress,” he explained, his tone as calm as ever, but with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“ah, that would explain it,” you said, nodding in understanding, “its going to be quite a show with all of them here.”

aizawa smirked slightly, a rare expression for him. “and some of the teachers are also looking forward to seeing their old students,” he added, a knowing glint in his eyes.

“oh? so we might see some of your former students too, then?” you teased, trying to imagine aizawa in a more sentimental light.

he shrugged, but there was a trace of fondness in his voice when he replied, “maybe. it’s always interesting to see how they’ve gro–

before mr. aizawa could finish, a cheerful voice cut through the conversation causing both your heads to turn toward the doorway “good morning, mr. aizawa! y/n!”

“goodmorning izuku! we were just talking about you,” you turned to aizawa and watched as he let out a loud and obnoxious sigh causing midoriya to raise a brow, but neither of you missed the way the corner of his lips twitched up, as if he was forcing himself not to smile.

midoriya continued toward the bagel arrangement, selecting one and slicing it open with practiced ease. “oh? all good things, i hope?” he asked with a knowing glint in his eye as he spread cream cheese on his bagel.

you took another sip of your coffee, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “what else could there be?” you replied, setting the mug down on the counter.

midoriya’s grin widened as he prepared his bagel, clearly pleased by the compliment. “guess i’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

you finished your coffee and placed the mug in the sink, quickly washing it before putting it away in the cabinet. “i heard your friends are coming in today. are you excited?” you asked, turning back to him as you dried your hands.

“of course!” midoriya beamed, crumbs falling from his bagel onto the plate as he spoke with his mouth partially full. “it’s not often we can all coordinate our schedules like this. it’s always great to catch up and see how everyone’s been progressing. they’ve been training hard as heroes, so i’m really looking forward to seeing how they’ve grown.”

you leaned against the counter, your smile softening as you watched him enjoy his breakfast. “i just hope they don’t rough up my students too much,” you said, a hint of concern in your voice. “i want everyone to stay safe and make the most of today’s opportunities.”

midoriya chuckled softly, his eyes filled with reassurance. “don’t worry. they’re professionals. they’ll push the students, but they know how to keep things balanced and constructive.”

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“DIE! DIE! DIE!” you swore you could feel the observation room shake every time that angry blonde yelled, even if he didn’t set off any explosions. 

you were stationed in a temporary office nearby the testing site. there were three battles at a time and you had nine screens, giving you three different angles for each fight.

you were in the middle of healing three students who had all failed their practical exam, the sadness in their voices was evident making you a little bit sad which caused your quirk to work a bit slower than you liked. the room was filled with the low hum of concern and the occasional sharp war cry from bakugou, whose frustration was clear even through the thick walls of the medical bay. his voice, filled with rage, echoed through the facility.

one of the students from tsukuyomis group, still visibly shaken, tried to explain the chaotic battle to you as you worked. “that was so scary,” they said, their voice trembling. “one minute i was trying to——and then dark shadow, and the next, i was—oh my gosh—out of nowhere, everything just went boom!”

you tried to listen attentively, nodding in fake understanding while focusing on your healing. you were pacing around the room, allowing yourself to spread the calm and healing aura to each of the three students around you. all had very minor injuries, which is what most of the students had when they came in. you were really nervous for pro hero explosion god something murder the dynamites students though. “GET OVER HERE YOU BRAT!” you tensed up for a minute and sighed, grateful that you had already gone through your training and never had to experience a mentor like that.

as bakugou’s furious shouts reverberated through the medical bay, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. his anger was intimidating, almost overwhelming, but beneath that fiery exterior was something undeniably impressive. it wasn’t just his raw power or the way he commanded attention—it was his unyielding determination, his refusal to accept anything less than excellence from himself and those around him. he pushed his group of students hard, maybe too hard, but it was clear that he did it because he believed in their potential. he saw something in them that they might not even see in themselves, and he was determined to drag it out, kicking and screaming if necessary.

“try to focus on your breathing,” you gently advised one of the students, she was one of the students that failed. you placed a reassuring hand on their shoulder, your aura continuing to work its calming magic. “you did well, remember, it’s all part of the process. everyone grows at their own pace.”

the student nodded, their breath evening out as they relaxed under your guidance. you could see the tension slowly melting away from their posture, and you were glad to see it. it was moments like this—when you could help bring someone back from the brink of fear and uncertainty—that made your job worth it.

“let’s get you patched up,” you said softly, moving to the next student, who offered you a grateful, if somewhat shaky, smile. 

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you had just finished up with the last round of students, sighing in relief as you began to tidy up your small office. the day's paperwork had demanded most of your attention, so you were completely absorbed in clearing your desk when a sudden, loud thump made you jump. heart racing, you spun toward the source of the noise, fear gripping you as you realized you hadn't even heard anyone enter.

"got hit." the voice that broke the silence was gruff and low, tinged with irritation. you turned fully to see him—pro hero great god dynamite murder explosion, something like that—sitting on one of your beds, his usually fierce gaze narrowed slightly as he pointed to a small cut at the top of his forehead. your eyes widened, and your mouth hung slightly agape. bakugou was the last person you'd expect to see wounded by a simple training exercise.

but you quickly gathered yourself, professionalism taking over. "oh? pro hero dynamite got bested by a couple of kids?" you teased lightly, trying to mask your concern with a touch of humor.

his scowl deepened, though there was a flicker of something like amusement in his eyes. "first off, it’s pro hero great explosion murder god dynamite." he sank into the chair across from you with a grunt. "second, they made me go easy on those brats. 'course they got a hit in." he made a face, clearly mimicking someone else. "'told me i couldn’t just fail them all, it would ruin their self-esteem.'"

you bit back a smile as you began to assess him more thoroughly. the cut on his forehead was minor, but your trained eyes quickly scanned for any other injuries. as you reached for his wrists, you noticed two quirk-suppressing bands clamped around them. one of those could practically nullify a person’s quirk—two were overkill, even for someone as powerful as bakugou. your gaze drifted lower, and he caught you staring at his ankles.

"they slapped these on too," he grumbled, pointing at the heavy weights secured there. "said it was to 'even the playing field.' whatever that means."

you hummed thoughtfully, gently inspecting the quirk-suppressing bands. "they really didn't want you going all out, huh?" you murmured, more to yourself than to him.

he huffed, crossing his arms. "if i hadn’t been wearing all this crap, they wouldn’t have landed a damn finger on me."

he then pointed at the small cut on his forehead again, a slight tilt of his head making it clear he was expecting something. you blinked at him, confused for a moment, before the realization dawned on you. "you want me to... kiss it?"

"what, you think i’m here for a band-aid? just get it over with already.” 

you stared at him, half-expecting him to crack a smile and admit he was joking, but his serious expression made it clear he wasn't. and then it dawned on you, he thought you were like recovery girl. he thought that your quirk required a kiss to heal. 

despite the absurdity of the situation, you found yourself hesitating. he was in a foul mood, and it was probably best not to argue, so you let out a small sigh.

"right... sure," you muttered you. you leaned in closer to him, slowly activating your quirk before your lips lightly brushed against the small cut on his forehead, leaving a faint warmth behind. you pulled back quickly, your cheeks slightly flushed as you avoided his gaze,

“all set!” you say softly, you move over to your desk to once again busy yourself with your paperwork. he stared at you for a moment but slowly got up and walked to one of the mirrors in the room and stared at the spot where the cut once was, deciding that your work was good, he began to leave but paused when he heard you chuckle softly.

"what’s so funny?" he asked, his tone a mix of irritation and curiosity.

"oh, nothing," you replied, "just picturing you going easy on a bunch of kids. it's hard to imagine."

bakugou grunted in response, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward just slightly—a rare almost-smile.

"don't get used to it," he warned, "next time, those brats won't know what hit 'em."

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, finally allowing yourself to smile as you watched him head toward the door. "try not to get hit again, dynamite," you called after him, half-teasing, half-serious.

he glanced back at you, smirking. "don’t hold your breath."

and with that, he was gone, leaving you alone in your now slightly less cluttered office, shaking your head in amusement.

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you didn’t expect to see bakugou for a while—actually, you didn’t expect to see him ever again after healing him on the first day of finals. but to your surprise, he kept coming back to your office after every fight. each time, he had nothing more than minor scuffs and bruises, barely anything that needed attention.

he also always conveniently liked to show up after all the other students were gone. you couldnt complain though, it allowed you to focus on the students and it made it easier for you to maintain the little white lie that you were just like recovery girl. though you couldn’t quite figure out why he kept coming back, especially when his injuries were barely worth mentioning—a few scrapes, a bruise here and there, nothing serious. 

each visit left you more puzzled, wondering what exactly was going through his mind. was he really that concerned with every little scratch, did he have some sort of problem? 

eventually, curiosity got the better of you. after yet another visit where his injuries were almost laughable, you couldn’t hold back any longer. you leaned in slightly, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "so, bakugou, are you here for the healing, or do you just enjoy my company?" you teased, raising an eyebrow. "because these tiny bruises hardly seem worth the trip." you gave him a quick peck, still activating your quirk.

he brushed off your question with his usual gruff attitude. “told you, it’s about staying in top shape. can’t have anything slowing me down, not even a damn scratch,” he snapped, his voice laced with irritation. “gotta be at my best if i’m gonna be number one.” but as tough as he tried to sound, the slight redness creeping up his neck betrayed him. his eyes flicked away, avoiding your gaze like he was hiding something. despite his words, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his frequent visits than just wanting to stay in peak condition. 

but you didn’t push. instead you gave him a small smile before moving back to your desk.

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it was the last day of the students' finals and also your last day at ua before winter break. just like he had been doing for the past two weeks, bakugou was back in your office, sitting on one of the infirmary beds with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, waiting for you to finish up and give him a ‘healing’ kiss.

you were helping midoriya with something before bakugou arrive, and when he walked in, you hald expected him to demand your attention as he usually did, but he simply took a seat and waited. you glanced at him, surprised by his uncharacteristic patience, but decided to finish up with midoriya first.

bakugou sat there, silently fuming as he watched you and midoriya chatting away. every now and then, a soft laugh would escape your lips, or you'd toss in a teasing comment that made midoriya blush slightly. each time, bakugou's jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists as he tried to keep himself from blowing up right then and there. he was certain midoriya was dragging things out on purpose.

“thanks again,” midoriya said, glancing at the paperwork you'd helped him with. “not sure why they make these sites so difficult.”

“sure thing, zuku," you replied with a grin, your tone light and teasing. "but i gotta say, you're pretty hopeless when it comes to this tech stuff, huh?"

the nickname made bakugou twitch in his seat, his patience wearing thin. he couldn’t stand seeing you and deku acting all buddy-buddy, especially not when he was practically bleeding out of a deep wound in the middle of your office. it was about the size of a paper cut.

midoriya, ever observant, noticed the bakugou's odd behavior. a knowing smirk spread across his face as he decided to push his old friend’s buttons just a bit more. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you visit recovery girl this much back in our school days, kachann,” he remarked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

bakugou’s glare sharpened, and he turned his head toward midoriya, practically daring him to continue. “what?” you asked, catching the tail end of their exchange, curiosity piqued.

midoriya's smirk widened, his voice lowering even further. “oh, nothing. just noticing how often you’re in here these days, bakugou. you know, back in the day, you couldn’t stand being patched up, always rushing out before recovery girl could even finish. funny how things change.”

bakugou’s patience snapped. he shot to his feet, fists clenched at his sides. “scram, nerd,” he barked, his voice low and threatening. “didn’t want old lady lips on me back then, and i sure as hell don’t want you flappin’ yours now.”

midoriya chuckled, holding his hands up in mock surrender as he stepped back. “alright, alright. i’m going.” he turned to you, giving you a warm smile. “thanks again. see you after the break.” with that, he left the room, leaving you alone with a still fuming bakugou.

you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as you finally turned your full attention to him. “you’re really going to blow a gasket one of these days, bakugou,” you teased, walking over to where he was standing.

“shut up and just get on with it,” he grumbled, though the red creeping up his neck betrayed his embarrassment.

you couldn’t resist one last tease before giving him what he’d come for. “you’ve really gotta tell me, are you here for the treatment, or is it my company you're after?” you asked, a playful glint in your eye.

“just do your damn job,” he muttered, but you caught the faintest hint of a smile on his lips as he sat back down.

you leaned in, pressing a light kiss to the small bruise on his arm as your quirk activated. bakugou watched you closely, his irritation fading as the warmth of your quirk spread through him. despite his gruff exterior, he always seemed a little calmer after these visits, like the tension he carried with him all day finally started to ease up.

as you pulled back, you noticed his gaze lingering on you, a question unspoken in his eyes. but before you could ask, he stood up abruptly, heading for the door without another word.

“bakugou,” you called out, making him stop mid-step. he turned to face you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. you gave him a playful smile, trying to keep the mood light. “be careful out there, wont be around to patch all those little scapes and bruises.”

he raised an eyebrow, his usual scowl softening slightly. “so?”

you shrugged, a teasing grin on your lips. “sooo don’t want those little injuries to add up and start slowing you down, especially with your fight for the number one spot and all.”

he huffed, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “no promises,” he muttered, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.

a/n: thank you guys so much for all the love on striking a chord like omg i lit cant believe it Agafhdsjhfjnwjen i love you all so so very much and appreciate all of the likes and reblogs <333 there will be a chapter very very soon and i hope you all enjoyed this little thang as a token of my appreciation, lmk if you want a part 2!!!

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part two: love in recovery: the unmanliest of pairs!

[amie-bkdk]

Helping Deku sensei tying his tie 👀 (they are not dating)

[literarydumpinggrounds]

i need whiney izuku 🙏

anything sub izuku por favor

Minors DNI 🔞 bon appetite, nonnie ~ hope this hits the spot!

Thinking about Professor!Izuku..

Professor!Izuku who would fist fight bears, quirk or no quirk, to protect his students— his kids.

Professor!Izuku who was determined to keep up with his explosive best friend’s progress after everything they went through.. Who makes it to the gym every day, no excuses, and worked his ass off to catch back up with that strength he’d lost; quirk be damned!

Professor!Izuku who does the absolute most when it comes to his job, because he feels such an immense responsibility to prepare his young heroes for every possible outcome. He refuses to let anyone else slip through his fingers.

Professor!Izuku who quickly becomes his students’ favorite teacher at UA. The perfect example of firm encouragement, guidance, and strength as he mentored the new generation of heroes.

Professor!Izuku that dresses in button up shirts, colorful ties, and those sinfully tailored, pleated dress pants. You know what I’m talking about.

Professor!Izuku that always has a bento box for his lunch, specially prepared by you; abundantly packed with his favorite foods, and treats to snack on throughout his day..

Professor!Izuku that wouldn’t usually be so forgetful— thanks to his impressive memory —but consecutive evenings grading exams in that little office would melt even the most brilliant of minds.

The ambience of the room was warmed by the aromatics of a wax warmer nestled on a corner shelf, enveloping the nearly dark classroom in a relaxed atmosphere as the light leeched through the crack of his office door. Something a bit toasty and masculine, yet overwhelmingly sweet..

Almost marshmallow-y, you think.

Peering through the opening briefly, you found your boyfriend exactly where you suspected he would be. Lingering over a stack of papers on his desk as the end of his pen tapped absently against the page, those scrumptious scarred forearms on display since he’d neatly folded his sleeves up to his elbows. He was murmuring to himself, something soft and subconscious that made it impossible to make out whether it was commentary or monologuing. It didn’t make much difference to you anyhow, so you plopped his AllMight lunch tote onto the end of the table with a weighty thump.

“Teachers are supposed to go home after hours, you know..” you prodded impishly, delighting in the way he startled in his chair at the abrupt resurgence of sound into the quiet room. The sight of you leaned against the wooden surface had his shoulders loosening in an instant, verdant eyes melting with a fondness that you swore would never get old.

“What’re you doing here, beautiful?”

He’s instinctively reaching out for you, fingers wiggling slightly as he pulls his chair out from under the desk; the freckled edges of his tired eyes crinkled with mirth, until he notices that you resist the urge to join him.

You can see that brilliant mind at work then. The way his brow creases in thought, studying you carefully. Searching your face for a tell like it would appear in bold text across your forehead.

He was so cute when he went to his mind palace.

“H-Honey?” he mused, visibly beginning to shrink himself under your gaze. Like a lovesick little pup with those inquisitive eyes, and a sheepish tilt of his head that made a few tufts of green hair tickle his eyelashes.

He was all too familiar with what happened when you got that look, and the way he was hopelessly incapable of not giving in to your magnetic pull. The pull of that red string.

“I believe this belongs to you..” you acknowledged the bag briefly, enjoying the way you were able to affect him so easily.

He gaped adorably for a fraction of a second before his ears went pink, and the word vomit began. Rambling on about how he’d almost overslept, and couldn’t remember where he’d left his briefcase (which was full of graded papers) so he nearly missed his train, but made it just in time! And then—

Pushing your weight back onto your feet, you move to stand between his legs, silencing him with your hands around his tie. Such a good boy, even when he doesn’t have to be.. A tender smile ghosts across your lips as his hands fall into his lap in anticipation, even though the center of his irises were shimmering around slightly dilated pupils. Attentive, and waiting for a crumb of your affection to topple into his grasp.. Though his driven nature was something that had drawn you to him all those years ago, it was often his biggest weakness when it came to his wellbeing.

“You’re not in trouble, baby. I’m just concerned that you’re tired enough to leave perfectly good katsudon to waste away on the kitchen counter all day.. s’not like you.”

Though you let it slide, you certainly don’t miss the way his eyes flicker towards the door before snapping back to you..

Kneading your fingertips into the knot of his tie, you let your attention ooze downward as you leisurely loosen the constricted fabric; the first couple buttons of his shirt following soon after, pulling a pitiful little mmph~ sound past his pouting lips.

So needy..

Your hands slide against the skin of his neck, caressing the scarred areas at his clavicle while you openly thirst over him for a moment. The slight panting of his breathing, and the way it tested the limits of his shirt with every puff of his chest. What a sight for sore eyes.. and he was unequivocally, wholeheartedly yours. His expression was giving him away, like a printed stream of his incessant thoughts. The tension building between you was driving his pulse through the roof, and persuading all of his blood south.

Touch me. Kiss me. Love me. Fuck me.

By this point his flush was beginning to creep over his shirt collar, his hands fidgeting impatiently with practiced restraint. He knew he could, but he wanted you to give him permission to touch you. The revelation sent warmth bubbling through your chest, the thrill of it urging you forward with your hand rested against his throat; stopping abruptly once his lips were a breath away from your own.

Sometimes you were reminded of just how much you loved him, and the surging feeling makes you want to gobble him up. Swallow him whole.

“Oh, my silly little sensei.. Always carrying the weight for everyone except himself.” you teased a chaste whisper of a kiss over his lips, salacious smile smearing over your cheeks when he openly squirms. His hands had moved to grip the chair’s edge between his thighs, and his brows finally drooped to complete the pouty expression that he’d been suppressing. Desperation playing at the edges of his face, thinly veiled as impatience with your teasing; but you both knew the truth.

You had always been able to see right through him.

“Please..” he murmured breathlessly, seemingly in a battle with himself on whether or not to meet your eyes. “The way you’re looking at me, sweetheart- it’s.. I can’t take it! I-“

“What, precious?” you beamed, that sadistic itch flaring within your gut as you held his face in your hands, giving him no choice but to look at you.

“I’m gonna get—“ he huffed childishly, finally unable to fight the rouge from spreading across his freckled cheeks, bottom lip threatening to wobble. “Y-You’re going to make me hard if you keep.. looking at me like that.”

It was like a band within you had snapped, dissolving every morsel of restraint that you possessed. His words had you crowding into his lap, settling yourself into the unoccupied space until you’d made yourself comfortable. It didn’t matter that you were at his job, albeit after hours. It didn’t matter that someone could walk in, and catch you both in such a compromising position. This sweet man had been carrying the weight on his bare back for so long— too long —and you were the only one that could truly lift that off of him. Refurbish the cluttered state of his mind, and bring him back into himself after such a stressful couple of weeks.

So you did what you’d wanted to since you’d arrived..

You kissed him until you didn’t know where he began, and you ended; until you weren’t sure that there was ever a difference to begin with.

~

“Ohhh, please!~“ he moaned miserably, hands making the arms of the chair creak under his intense grip. “Wanna— uh!~ Want you to m-make me.. P-Please, angel! Pleasepleasepl—“

God, he was so hot.. Drool gathered at the edges of his puffy, bitten lips as you ground yourself onto his cock. Refusing to start bouncing again, to give him permission to unravel and paint your insides, until he asked you properly. Asked like the good boy he was. Despite the effect he was having on you, your head was shaking no before he’d even finished; a flurry of whining little whimpers erupting into the space between you, his hips twitching upwards in protest.

“So embarrassing— please d-don’t make me say it!”

Another barely there swirl of your hips..

“Ughhh~ no fair! S’not fair!” he panted pathetically, glossy doe eyes saying everything that he wasn’t. “T-That’s playing dirt—“

You cut him off with a twist of his nipples, sharp and tugging.

“You can fill my pussy up, puppy..~” your words were dripping with the pleasure coursing through you, cooing sweetly at him as you used him for your gratification. While you made him wait until his willful spirit had broken. Your actions were a total contrast with your tone, harsh and biting as you began corkscrewing of your hips, watching as the strength of dignity left him; determined to get your way with him, even if you had to break him to get it. “Be a good boy so I can make those big, aching balls give it all up for me, sensei~”

With a loud grunt, the floodgates burst open, giving you everything you wanted and more.. Begging you to use him as your own personal toy, to let him breed you until your womb was swollen with him; to let him make you a mommy. Once he started, you weren’t sure he knew how to stop — but your eyes rolled back with the electric wave of your orgasm just the same. Izuku and that big fucking mouth of his.. goddamn if you weren’t obsessed with this man.

“Ohh my fucking god!~” a shrill sound of something between delight, and overwhelming pleasure leapt out of him as you rode him through your release. You tugged him close by his hair, sharing a heated kiss before your low lidded gazes met, and you gave in. Gritting your teeth in overstimulated ecstasy as you demanded that he gave you what he owes you, greedy and impatient until he’s tipping his head back in bliss.

“T-That fucking pussy~ I’m cumming! Thank you! Fuuuck~ thank you thank you thank you..”

~

Professor!Izuku that can’t be in his office for the next week without getting a chub remembering the lewd things that were said, and how hard he came inside of you.. but he was sure not to forget his lunch the next day!

[beautifulbutterfly-123]

A HERO Is always on duty

@YORHA_2b2a (via X)

[hotpotatopotat]

Post canon teacher Deku, now that he's a hero with his fancy new suit as well, can train his students like All Might did for him!

They're in for a rude awakening aren't they? 🤣

[krayonkei]

careful kota, deku's overheating!! 😵‍💫

[tawney]

PLEASE pile up on me your favorite Teacher Izuku fics. Ones with some depth and personalities to the students rather than just a one-shot, I'd love to see slice of life fics with Deku dadzawa-ing his students and his students being Deku's personal problem children and all the sweet casual fluff crap 😭 all these tropes and ideas I'm seeing on twitter and tumblr are making me long and I'm close to just starting an ao3 account and writing them myself.

[massiveladycat]

i honestly dont gaf about the mha ships if they're healthy (i actually won't interact with the fandom that much), but leave ochaco tf out of it if you want to ship deku with someone else. like you shouldnt have to demonize another character to get the ship you want

like holy shit the amount of things I've seen "headcanon: ochaco is jealous so she's a bitch" "headcanon: ochaco doesn't actually care about deku, she cheats on him" "headcanon: ochaco is using deku for money"

QUIT DEMONIZING HER WTF DID SHE DO 😭😭😭 god forbid a fmc is kind and sweet all the while being surrounded by cruel things happening every season. god forbid a fmc have a healthy relationship with the mmc. god forbid a fmc get character development. the audacity people have to make uraraka a bitch even though she is probably the most sweetest girl in mha is beyond me, making me do backflips over here, 360s