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sweetnsour1 · 9 months ago

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Fluff, Bakugou x fem reader

Part 1 of 2

“You’re kidding.”

“Why would I be kidding?” His tone had shifted. You could hear his brows and eyes furrowing at the strangled laugh you had shakily exhaled.

“How did you find out?” He had to be fucking with you.

“Um, the mission briefing...like usual?”

“What?” Shit, so he wasn’t fucking with you. You blinked away tears of frustration already threatening to leak into your voice. Stupid.

“Huh?”

“So, you’re really leaving?”

“Have to, beautiful.”

“But...”

“Yea, I know. I’ll miss you too.” His tone was getting softer with every awkward response you choked out.

“No, I mean...” You let the words trail off. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d forgotten the meaning behind this quickly approaching date. Your brain couldn’t even craft a way to bring it up without whining. You couldn’t do it. “Just be safe, okay?”

“The hell do ya think I am? I’m always safe.”

“Safer than your version of safe, please.” Your tone was firm as it delivered the familiar words, a ritual every time he left for a mission.

The memory of the first time you’d made the request came to you easily. He was in the doorway of your office, backing out, bumping his wide shoulders into the frame as he failed to smoothly exit. Red spread across the skin directly below his mask. You had thought you had overstepped, maybe he was upset that you questioned his performance. Your head had tiled to the side in confusion when instead he only said, “Yes, ma’am.” He landed a smack against the head of the blonde hero snickering behind him as he walked off, mumbling something about shutting up.

“Mmm.” You smiled. Maybe he was thinking of that day too.

“‘Mmm’ isn’t a promise.”

“I’ll be back before Saturday. Promise.”

“Back with all the parts you left with.”

“Ya gonna’ love me less if I don’t?” His words were obviously being spoken through a smile now, or a smirk more likely.

“Depends on what you lose.” A part of you melts at the chuckle let loose in your ear.

“Bullshit.”

“Mhmm.” You’re quick to agree but want to hear him laugh again. “If you come back hurt, I’ll just kick your ass for not listening to me.”

‘What if I come back without an ass?” His laugh is cut short as you hear a familiar voice inform him how that would be highly unlikely to count as coming back safe. The tone on the other end gets harsher as he tells the man with him to mind his damn business. You roll your eyes at the familiar sounds of bickering bubbling between the two heroes. You pull Katsuki’s attention back to you as you catch the sound of Deku’s mediating attempts only pacifying Todoroki.

“Don’t you have a flight to catch?”

“Yea.” You quirk an eyebrow at the leftover hostility worming its way into his conversation with you. He hears it too, coughing back to a gentler version before he continues. “I’ll see you Saturday, beautiful.”

“See you Saturday.” Your words fall forward in a mumble towards the screen already reminding you that you’d ended the call. Fuck. Fuck.

“Fuck.”

You rolled your head forward; thankful it was still early enough in the day to start making all the calls you’d need to. You did a few of those dumb square breaths that your therapist swore by. It was annoying that it helped. A feline reminiscent stretch was the only other action you took before opening the most frequently used document saved on your phone. The twinge of regret at the sight of the bright orange header was promptly shoved aside as you began scrolling down to the vendors’ contact info. By the third call, you had quite a script ready to go as soon as someone picked up: Hello, sorry to bother you right before closing. I actually have you guys booked for the event tomorrow night. There’s been a change of plans and I would like you to deliver the (whatever they were in charge of) to (whatever organization could use it) as a donation instead of delivering anything to the venue. After that, it was always a short confirmation of details before you dialed the next number on the list.

The biggest loss was the venue...no, that was wrong. The biggest loss was not being able to get Bakugou’s birthday right AGAIN. You really weren’t sure anymore if the blame was with you or the universe or maybe Bakugou was a villain whose only agenda was to thwart your birthday attempts. Well, you were pretty sure it was you, but it was way past ridiculous at this point. His birthday had been a disaster or disaster adjacent every year since you’d started dating.

There was the first one where you got flustered when he had the audacity to go for the first kiss, getting you flustered enough to drop his gift, a very not waterproof limited edition and vintage All Might card, off the bridge and into the river. The next involved a mistake where you accidentally had Kirishima drop him off at the wrong address...not realizing there were two locations for the restaurant you two had your first date at. The one after, you ended up hospitalized for just a few days, missing his birthday completely because your dumb ass didn’t wake up in time. Although he technically had spent it with you, you just weren’t conscious. You both had work the one after that, so not really your fault on that one. But you did forget his present at the office and so ended up giving it to him the day after, so that part was your fault.

He was always annoyingly understanding about the trouble you ended up causing on the one day every year that you wanted to be the least troublesome. He would just laugh it off, thanking you for an unforgettable day. He’d call you cute or sweet or a menace. He’d say his birthday wasn’t anything to stress about.

His words would be so much easier to accept if he didn’t seem to feel differently when it came to your birthday. He never gave a gift late or damaged or less than perfect. He never messed up the date or time or location. He never forgot any part of his plans or goals for the day. It was always irritatingly more than what you would’ve imagined or expected. Not that birthdays were a contest, but...if they were, you were fucking losing badly.

You slid your phone further across the counter after your last call. This was supposed to be the year you got it right. You’d even enlisted a dangerous amount of help for a surprise party: Kirishima to keep Bakugou from finding out, the head assistant at their agency to get the scheduling information just right, Mina was charged with the guest list, Kaminari and Sero were assigned the entertainment (with final approval from you after a near x-rated disaster). You even had Midoriya help you decide on a present.

Everything was finally going to be perfect. You were so determined. You had even stupidly begun to feel safe in your victory. The party was supposed to be tomorrow. And now, he wouldn’t be back for nine days. Fuck. Fuck.

“Fuck.”

You pawed at your phone again, sending a quick text to Mina so she could notify the guests of the cancellation. You were already exhausted from the last half hour of calls and just wanted to crawl into the bed that was now dumber and colder and emptier than it was supposed to be. Before burrowing, you sent “code yellow” to the One Brain Cell group chat, following the ridiculous list of emergency code phrases made up by Kaminari. You didn’t think you’d end up using them, but here you were.

You then finally set your phone aside for real, pretending to set the urge to sulk along with it. This was part of the job. He was needed and that was a priority...helping people should come first (and it always did). Even if a selfish part of you, that seemed to get louder every time he was called away, wanted nothing more than to convince him to stay. The man you were in love with wouldn’t just give up his purpose or his morals like that. Not even for you. It was admirable. As a hero, you loved and respected that. As his girlfriend, it made you feel more jealous and selfish than you would ever admit.

You would just have to not suck next year.

Inspired by the request sent in by @mentallyablaze-writes

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serxinns · 3 months ago

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Class with the reader who has a wolf related quirk, like Megumi with his spirt wolfs but also is kinda one- maybe the reader has ears and fangs- but they all see for the first time the reader starting to turn on Halloween or something. Like he gets more angry and snappy, maybe even protective over his classmates.

[yan!class 1A x Male Reader]

A/n: My 1st fictober fic! Baby! How did I do? :D Thanks for the request, my fellow bestie. It'd been a pleasure! Doing this I had fun!!

"C'mon, y/n, just join us. You never do!" "Yeah, it'll be very manly for you to come, y/n bro!" You signed as you ignored your two classmates and turned up the music a bit louder to drown out their whining "The answer was, "No guys I already told you I don't wanna attend the Halloween party" you denied as you kept walking causing Kirishima and Mina to groan In defeat this is the 3rd time you avoided their request to party! Ever since your 1st year you always seem to avoid certain events and plans whenever a full moon occurs which is strange and frustrating since you'd always refused their offer without explanation

Momo or Iida would try lecturing, gaslighting you to come out, but it didn't work. Ochako or Izuku would try pleading, guilt-tripping you, saying how boring it would be without you, but you shut it down quickly and rather...harshly? So they left to their defeat bakugo tried to blow down the door but luckily his friends held him back and convinced him not to all he could do was insult and cuss you out, Mina would even try to persuade you to come out saying Momo packed your favorite snacks and game just for you but you made an excuse saying you were sick and didn't want to get anyone else the "flu" which made mina's eye twitch

"We did everything! He still won't come out," Mina pouted while stomping into the living room and slouching on the couch in defeat. "Oh, c'mon there's always next time, guys. I'm sure of it!" Izuku tried lighting up the mood, which earned a "shut up Deku" from Bakugo. "That's what you said the last 18 times at this point," Sero replied, looking bored. "So should we just give up?" "No!" Shouted the class, and Denki held up his hands defensively "ok, jeez..."

You sighed in relief when you didn't hear your classmates you even peaked a few times to make sure they were gone to make sure you were safe for now, you hoped this full moon form would go away the next day you hated this form so much it brings you back memories when you 1st showed it to your classmates some of the kids laughed and called you an ugly beast while some others were scared of you saying you were a monster villain trying to eat them, every hall you walked they'd be whispering, snickers, and glances until one day you snapped but thats when the memories get blurry, you didn't wanna relive that part again never again

That's when the room got dark confused you went to the light and tried switching it on which didn't work "A power outage? Great..." you thought, luckily you had night vision so it wasn't a bother for you just don't have any wifi to watch your favorite show that was premiering tonight to your dismay "Well this couldn't get any worse can it?" You then felt a bit of hunger which made you groan

It's been an hour and your hunger soon grew you had to Have something heck anything even if it's something that you wouldn't want later just anything to ease your hunger, you wanted to go out but your classmates were busy freaking out about the power outage and are huddling together in the living room which is by the fridge and pantry you had to make a plan to get something to eat without being caught, after an hour of planning, observing and studying you finally had the perfect flawless plan

You creaked open the door making sure nobody was nearby until you quickly went on all forms and sneaked silently towards the living room, when you made it to the living room you saw your classmates all grouping together with flashlights, blankets, night lights, even momo brought her 400 dollar flashlight that lights up the whole living room which makes it a alot more risky but you couldn't give up

The way to the kitchen is past the living room behind the couch, you crouch very lowly your claws gripping the carpet your ears down and your tail waving slowly, you begin to slowly but surely try making it across the couch without any words the room is dead silent other than a few chatting here and there but it was quiet enough to make one small sound and it's done for you made your way across the kitchen and headed to the pantry to see what type of snacks they have, slowly opening the cabinets and checking the fridge that's when you saw (your favorite snack brand) "Jackpot!" You slowly reached over to the snack making sure the wrapper didn't crinkle, and crumble slowly receiving your arm back and putting it in the bag

You slowly crouch down again on all fours in the sneaky position and slowly try and make your way back, hearing everyone chattering. Now, you didn't pay attention at 1st until Sato mentioned to you, "Should we go check up on y/n? He must be hungry!" Sato suggested holding up a dessert in his hand and offering it to the girls. "Kind to think about it. We haven't heard from them in a while, kinda getting worried for them.." Tokoyami added with a worried tone "I'll go check" katsuki bluntly said as he headed towards your dorm room

You mentally cursed now, you didn't want anyone seeing your room cause you forgot to uncover your nest and hide your muzzle, you dashed toward the room not caring if anyone saw Bakugo turning the knob, you jumped and tackled him on the ground "THE FUCK!?" he yelled in a rage he tried to get whatever was on him off wanted to blow up that extra once he gets the chance to until he felt..fur? Something fluffy "The fuck?! Y/n is that your bushy fucking tail" the others heard the commination and headed towards bakugo with flashlights

Shined toward the shadow figure, and it revealed your tall figure, your limbs covered in white fur, a red triangular symbol on top of your head with big wolf-like ears; the students stared in silence for a moment until Mina and Hakagure started squealing, "Y/N'S SO CUTE!" Both girls ran towards the wolf and started petting your fur and stroking your tail "no fair I want a turn" denki ran over to you and started doing the same while everyone started in wonder and desire "you're not afraid?" You tilted your head with confused "of course not! You look manly very manly!"

Kirishima's eyes sparkled as he saw your fluffy form. He wanted to pick you up and take you to his room so the Two of you could cuddle; his classmates also agreed. "Why didn't you tell us this!" Momo said as she gently started playing with your ears "because people saw it as a scary beast and it makes my emotions and instincts more "extreme" if you will" you tried to explain they couldn't beleive their darling was suffering so much! That you hid this from them they were gonna make sure you love your form as much as they did

Your eyes soften as you see most of your classmates either petting or stroking your fur, Denki playing with your paw beans, or just your classmates watching from you felt safe you felt free.. you felt like you can finally be comfortable with then rather then hiding away all the time maybe this isn't so bad at all...

Timeskip

It's been a few weeks and you now are annoyed with your classmates they just won't leave you alone about it!

Izuku or Koda would always ask you a bunch of questions about it while playing and stroking it every chance they got while writing it down in their notebooks, Todoroki would uncomfortably stare at your form all damn day with no expression or would always make excuses to be around you even in the bathroom!, Denki, Mina, and Kirishima would beg you to be in the werewolf form and when you tried to explain it they'll pout, gaslight or guilt trip about you not trusting them, and at training everyone would stare in wonder and amusement as you stare sparing with another classmate or another student which sometimes make you a bit nervous and uncomfortable in battle but you brushed it off thinking they're just your friend's admirers Helping you out

The girls would try to brush, braid, and decorate your wolf fur or put hair products in it to make sure your fur stays fluffy it was nice until they started fighting over who gets to do this and that and whatever making it a competition over everything and the boys go to war like katsuki threatening Deku to back off of you while izuku is reveling up his quirk ready to body someone Kirishima and todoroki their right-hand man ready to attack anyone if it gets risky and a little bloody and the rest are just spewing insults at each other

And your class loved how you hid your protectiveness over them like the time you jumped in front of the villain to save Aoyama from getting crushed with one of your techniques and coldly scolded him to stop messing around while Aoyama was just gushing at you to your annoyance

The only time you get to have alone time is lunchtime and after school at times cause you have a bunch of secret places you can hide from for a while to cool down, but for some reason, they're always finding it and always making a excuses like "you're just a bad hider and all that stuff" next time you're gonna have to check yourself for any trackers on you before planning to have alone time..

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere mha #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #bnha fluff #yandere harem #i love you mom #yandere blog #yandere #yandere my hero academia #dark boku no hero #yandere fanfiction #fictober requests #i hope you like it

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tteokdoroki · 1 year ago

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✩࿐TRACK 03: WAR WITH HEAVEN. izuku midoriya (2K)

about. upon spending time apart from your pro-hero fwb, deku, for a work trip — he quickly realises he wants it all with you. heaven, hell and life on earth.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! suggestive, sfw, slight angst, fluff, happy ending, sneaky links, long distance relationships, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, friends with benefits to lovers, journalist + fem!reader, pro hero!deku.

things to note. another saturday is upon us and so is another instalment!! i really like this one n can’t believe we’re half way through already !! anyways i hope you enjoy <3 - masterlist / series masterlist / series playlist ✩

whether you believe it or not, izuku midoriya has never been hopelessly in love.

like most people with an overexposure to romance saturated media — the number one hero has always had that nagging feeling, craving for something more. the person to come home to, the partner, the kids and the dog that chews through the white picket fence or makes a mess on the freshly cut lawn. he wants a family like most individuals. but with a schedule as busy and a lifestyle as reckless as his…there’s hardly any time for izuku’s dreams.

dreams were for losers, anyways.

after high school, izuku quickly learned that dreaming wasn’t enough to get by even if it had motivated him to become a hero. reality is harsh and full of hard truths — bearing the responsibility of future number one and being all might’s prodigy had taught him that. so his rose tinted view of the future he had planned for himself quickly collapsed, the stain glass window shattering above him while its shards nicked at izuku’s youthful, hopeful skin.

he wasn’t so pure and good after leaving U.A — at least not in front of the public. behind closed doors izuku was a pessimist. he was sly and maybe a little sleazy, always on the prowl for something or someone to toy with. little deku was all grown up, no longer baby-faced and bright eyed but instead buffer with an unfairly tiny waist and an angular sharpness to his jaw that could cut diamonds.

he was attractive and he knew it — his new found confidence bled into his sex appeal and sky rocketed his popularity and now…the number one controls the whole of Japan in the palm of his hand. everybody wants a taste of the new and improved izuku midoriya.

everyone including you.

mindless hookups, despite being easy stress relief, always left izuku with a sour taste in his mouth. conservations with the elite that happened to stumble into his bed never went further than superficial talk and the odd ‘lets do this again sometime’s. he hated how people would change around him, clinging onto him after a night in the sheets like deku owed them a piece of his soul.

being the number one was no longer enough for hungry mouths. sex no longer satisfied those in his circle.

that was until he met you. the first time deku encountered you (at a hero press junket), you had been a shy intern journalist forced to follow around her mentor with an extreme lust for the green haired hero. he felt bad for you, you were obviously there to learn and do your job but the senior professional they’d stuck you with couldn’t help but slobber all over him instead of teaching you.

half-way through the junket, izuku had managed to sneak away from the pestering paparazzi to get a moment to himself — and it seemed, you’d had similar ideas. his initial assessment of your character was way off too. you were quiet, sure, but observant and snarky as well. a realist just like him. and somehow, you’d managed to convince him to leave to conference; get drinks at a secret roof top bar for only the highest members of japanese hero society, and talk and talk for hours about everything and anything. from quirks to the best snack combinations at the only kombini open past three AM on your street.

izuku liked you, he hadn’t felt such a spark for someone since his rookie days. you were cute, he couldn’t stop looking at your eyes and how they sparkles. your lips when you sipped the drinks he ordered for you and the way you instinctively leaned up to deku just to hear what he was saying.

the way you ended up in his bed that night was no mystery to either of you.

except the sensual and sultry night you shared together didn’t end there — at every event, every occasion, where journalists were required to be present, you found yourselves gravitating towards one another. one moment you’d be sharing bedroom eyes with one another from across the room and the next deku would have you bent over in bathroom stalls, his hushed moans in your ear and his fingers deep in your mouth to keep you quiet.

months went by and the sex didn’t stop, neither of you wanted it to. you made izuku feel a little bit whole again, you made him feel good and made him laugh all in the same breath. he didn’t just like it when you left your claim on his neck bordering the line of keeping your rendezvous a secret and letting the whole world find out — but he liked it when you stayed over and wore his shirts around his luxury apartment. or came to hang out with him at his private gym with a bag of cheat-day take-out katsudon and an earful of gossip from your office.

deku really liked you, more than he should’ve for a girl who was meant to be just a fling, more than he should’ve for someone who didn’t have time in his day for a lover.

“did you get over me?” the hero pouts into the FaceTime call, watching you struggle to grab your luggage off of the conveyer belt in baggage claim. if he were there, he’d have gotten it for you by now.

despite not being anything serious to one another, izuku had made it a habit to weasel his way into your everyday life. you sent cute little good morning and goodnight texts to one another, along with other messages like ‘get home safe’ and ‘have a good day’ too. those text messages quickly escalated to phone calls once the green haired number one admitted to you that it’s hard to fight crime whilst looking for the right kao emoji to send you.

you roll your eyes, coy smile budding on the edges of your lips. “it’s only been two hours, izuku.” you say, finally managing to grab your bag before you head out to the main lobby of the airport.

one thing about that man, is that he’s clingy as fuck. all of your attention has to be on him or he’ll feel like he might die. with you being away for the weekend at a journalism conference instead of in his arms, izuku feels like he might burn the whole world down from the ground up. just to be near you.

either that or he’s just extremely pussy whipped.

“streets are sayin’ you might sleep with that guy from your team while you’re there, is that true?” deku fires back, running a scarred hand through the mass of curls atop his head. he lets it run down to smooth over his face, peach fuzz starting to grow through — but you made him promise not to shave until the day after you got back. apparently his light stubble against your inner thighs made you cum so much—

“—i don’t even like him like that, you big baby,” you tell him matter of factly, cutting through his train of thought and bringing your phone up to your face once more to let emerald eyes peek down your sweater. “and i think he’d get the hint if he saw all these damn marks on my neck.”

pink blooms underneath the freckles on midoriya’s cheeks at the sight of the purple hues decorating your neck and shoulders. he remembers the extra turtlenecks you had to pack because of it. “couldn’t help it, i needed to give you a reminder of what you’d be missing while you were away from me.”

“you’re so dramatic, deku.”

“oh, you wound me, angel.” he purrs into the mic with a sly grin, knowing that he’s affecting you just as much as he misses you. especially when you give him a pointed glare. izuku let’s the conversation wither out as you order yourself an uber that’ll take you the hotel. he can’t help but chuckle when you perk up and notice the amount of money he’s sent you to cover the costs of it. “yanno…” deku mumbles, resting his cheeks on his knuckles. “you’re like heaven away from hell to me.”

you won’t admit how sexy he looks, even if izuku is all googly-eyed and soft for you. even if his forest green locks curl over his pretty eyes and hide them. it almost pisses you off. that he’s so blissfully unaware of how fucking pretty he is and how that mere fact manages to ruin you you even though you’re miles apart. “what’s hell, then?”

“my work. this city. this apartment, without you.” he says smoothly, filling your stomach with butterflies. izuku has a away about him that makes you feel like you’re his entire world and only his — but there’s never been any strings attached, you’ll never fully be his and he’ll very much be the nation’s hero (and dick) until someone manages to tie him down.

“are you asking me to move in with you, izuku?” there’s no expectancy in your voice — you say it mostly as a joke because you have no idea how much the number one pines for you. how tonight, he’ll drink himself into a stupor with his friends and whine to them about how much he misses you. izuku may have changed on the outside, may be stronger and faster but he’s still that insecure teenager on the inside.

he has to force his knees to stop knocking whenever you’re around. he finds himself swallowing the lump in his throat whenever he thinks about the possibility of you being with someone who isn’t you. he feels sick to the stomach and panics at the thought of losing you. you mess with deku’s head in the worst of ways and yet he finds himself wanting more. nevertheless, he smiles, loving how his name sounds on the sweet glaze of your lips.

“you’ve got a place in my bed. you’re always here anyways.”

“you’d never let me leave it, if you had a say in the matter.”

“you’d never have to work again if you let the number one hero take care of you angel.” izuku sighs longingly, giving you his cutest pair of puppy dog eyes that never fail to make you swoon. “but you love your job.”

“i do.” your uber pulls up and you reply curtly so you can properly greet your driver. they aid you with your suitcase and you slip your headphones on while in the back seat to keep your special conversation private.

“do you love me?” he can’t help but ask. izuku is hopelessly enamoured by you, you’re like a virus that’s spread across his brain and controls his every thought or action. he needs you like his lungs need oxygen to breathe — you’ve changed him for the better, shown him that maybe he can have both work and luxury. a family and foundation. with you, if you’d want him.

“izuku.” you warn, but playfully.

“so it’s true,” the hero drawls across the line in faux disappoint though his eyes speak mischief. “you only like me for my cock ‘n my money.” you can practically hear the pout on his pretty plump lips.

a fondness takes over you and you can’t help but squirm happily. “and your pretty boy smile,” you squeal cutely, filling midoriya with the same amount of fondness “don’t forget.”

“so you do love me.”

“i can’t answer that until you ask what you want to ask me properly.”

“alright then,” sitting up, deku grasps at his phone between shaky fingers and holds it above his head — giving you the perfect view of his freckled and scared (and chiselled) body. he chews on the swell of his lower lip, dancing around the question he knows he wants to ask. “angel. i want you. more than just a fling. i want you to be mine.” he blurts, closing his eyes so that his thoughts come easy and he can’t see you reject him.

midoriya doesn’t know what he would do if he lost you, he’s seen what losing your love has done to his friends. kirishima and his partner had almost broken up with each other recently. he’d be a mess in that situation. izuku has faced too many hardships in his life, his career, to let this one good thing slip from between his fingers.

“will you? be mine?”

he sees you poke your tongue into your cheek, laughing as you pretend to think. “i will, izuku. i want nothing more,” you coo. “keep my side of the bed warm. i’ll be home soon.”

relief floods through deku’s body. “don’t be too long, gorgeous.” with a couple of blow kisses, he lets you go with the reminder to call him back once you’re settled in at the hotel (so he can pay for your room service). it’s only when you’re alone again that izuku realises he’d rip stars from the sky to be with you, pull the heavens right down to earth to be by your side.

you’re everything to izuku, and for you, he’d go to war with heaven.

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shiviwrites07 · 2 years ago

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Forgotten

Summary: The Number One hero forgets his Number One's birthday and has to face the consequences.

Midoriya Izuku x fem!reader

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You woke up with an excited mood, cause it wasn’t an ordinary day. It was your birthday! You were so excited! You don’t really like big celebrations but your birthday is really special to you. You always celebrate it with your parents in your hometown in Shibuya but this time, you had a different day planned for you and Izuku. You had taken a day off work, being the number 3 hero, it wasn’t easy but they let you go since it was your birthday. You had reminded Izuku to take off work too, but it seems that he forgot. You woke up to a note on your bedside table, “Sorry hun, I know you told me to take a day off but i can’t. I promise I’ll make it up to you puppy. Have a good day! I love you <3” You mouth sets into a deep frown after reading the note, he didn’t even wish you a happy birthday.

You turn on your phone when you notice it has been flooded with messages. You smile when you see that all your friends have wished you a happy birthday. After you get off the phone with your best friends Ochako and Momo, you head over to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. As you start preparing your breakfast, you turn on the news. “Pro hero Deku saves Japan again! With his smashes and-“ You change the channel as your eyes well up with tears. He forgot about you, again. This had become a routine. You guys plan dates, he blows you off for work, tries to make up with another date but fails to show up at that too. But today was different, it was your birthday goddamnit!

But you made up your mind that you were not gonna let his absence ruin your day. You went to your favourite bakery and bought a customised (favourite flavour) cake, with a picture of your and izuku’s first date. Then you decided to pay Inko a visit. She was delighted to see you! She baked your favourite cookies as an apology for not getting anything for your birthday as she was not expecting your visit. You ate the delicious cookies and chatted with her. After a scrumptious lunch prepared by mama Inko, she decided to ask you about your relationship with Izuku. As you both were washing the dishes, she asked, “Has my Izu been treating you well? I’ll let you know that he loves you more than anything, even more than being a hero.” Your mouth sets into a frown as you answer her question. “Well, he is the best boyfriend but I don’t really think he loves me more than being a hero. He’s been blowing me off more and more lately I know being the new symbol of peace has made him really busy but he could at least make out a little bit of time for me. He could’ve atleast wished me a happy birthday….” You trail off as your eyes begin to well up with tears again. Inko feels heartbroken and pulls you into her chest as sobs rake your body. After an hour of consolidation from Mama Inko, you head home as the sun has started to set. You bid inko farewell as you walk out her door and towards the confines of your empty home.

Just as you are about to enter through the door of your house, your phone rings. You Press ‘Accept’ when you see ‘Izu ❤️’ on the screen. “Hello?” “Hey puppy! Im sorry for bailing on you today. I’m getting off work early today and I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me?” Your eyes lighted up and a smile made its way onto your face when you replied, “Really?! You sure you won’t bail again?” “Of course not” “Promise me please?” “I promise Puppy! Now get ready. I’ll meet you at (favourite restaurant) at 7pm.” “Okiee! I love you Izu!” He chuckles while filling out paperwork, “I love you too Puppy” You squeal in excitement, you ere sure that he hasn’t forgotten your birthday and is planning a surprise for you. You looked at the clock and saw that it read 4:30pm.

You had plenty of time. After replying to a couple of birthday wishes, you ran ourself a nice bath with baths bombs and scented candles. After getting out of the bath, you started getting dolled up. You did your makeup and wore that beautiful green dress that izuku had bought you last Sunday. It hugged your body at all the right places. By the time you were done, you looked drop dead gorgeous. (Not that you already aren’t. All you readers are beautiful no matter your body size and shape. I love y’all <3. Anyways-) By the time you were done it was already 6:30pm. You hurriedly grabbed a purse and wore your heels. You drove to the restaurant and sighed in relief when you realised you were there right on time. You made your way into the restaurant, as all eyes started following you, the receptionist was flustered when he saw you but managed to composed him as he led you to a table. You smiled politely and thanked him.

You waited happily, excited to meet him. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. The restaurant was kind enough to offer you a birthday cake as all the customers and employees wished you (They knew it was your birthday cause you’re the number 3 hero). Your phone ringed at 9:30pm. It was Izuku. You picked up the call and before you could say anything Izuku started pouring apologies but you already knew what was about to happen, “I’m so so sorry Puppy. I won’t be able to make it. There was a big villain in Mustafu and they said I was the only one who could-“ “It's ok. I understand. See you at home.” “Thanks a lot honey. I love you-“ Izuku was left dumbfounded when you cut off the call. He sighed and continued his paperwork, not realising what the weight of is words were.

When Izuku told you he couldn’t make it, again, you broke down into sobs then and there. You exited the restaurant after mumbling a small ‘thank you’ to the waiter who nodded and places a 2000 yen on the table even though you didn’t order anything. The paparazzi flooded the exit as they caught shots of you exiting the restaurant as a mess. You made your way home and kicked off your heels in the middle of the living room, throwing your purse on the couch as you made a beeline for the bedroom. Putting on one of Izuku’s hoodies, you fell on the bed, sobbing like you have never before. After an hour, you finally fell asleep.

When the top heroes were finishing filling out the last of their paperwork about the latest villain at about 11:45pm , Bakugo started a conversation. “Deku. Didn’t you plan out something for Teddy Bear? You’ve been here the whole day. Don’t fucking tell me you forgot!” “Forgot what Kacchan?” Asked Izuku innocently. “Teddy bear’s birthday of course” When Izuku abruptly shot out of his seat, it confirmed all of their suspicions. “Ah shit- He’s dead-” Kirishima was saying when Todoroki pointed out the news on the screen in front of them. Midoriya felt like killing himself when he saw the news. “Pro hero (H/N) spotted exiting (F/R), wait is she crying?! What?! What happened that made our beloved hero cry on her birthday. To find out more keep watching-“ They were all interrupted when Midoriya finished packing up and said, “I don’t fucking care about this stupid fucking paperwork! Im going home to my girlfriend! Fucking bitchass villains!” The heroes were surprised at the number of profanities coming out of his mouth but didn’t have time to comprehend when he was already out the door. Bakugo chuckled as he continued his paperwork, “This ought to be good. He’s royally fucked.”

By the time Izuku reached your doorstep, It was already 12:10am. He had missed your birthday. Izuku’s heart broke when he entered the house and saw the mess. Broken vases, broken frames, plates scattered all over the floor and some blood on the counter. A packed birthday cake lay on the counter, a piece of it wistfully eaten by you. The final straw was when he saw you curled up on your bed, dried blood on your knuckles, and tear streaks on your face. His sobs were what woke you up from your slumber. “Izuku? Wha-“ You were interrupted when he engulfed you in a bone crushing hug. ��I’m sorry Puppy-“ “Cut it out Deku. Im tired of your bullshit.” “Baby I swear. I took a day off work tomorrow. We’ll celebrate your birthday tomorrow, I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go-“ “I have work tomorrow. Besides it’ll not be my birthday tomorrow.” “Baby I’m so sorry- Please don’t be this way- I love y-“ “No you don’t” The sharpnesss of your voice sucked all the air out of his lungs. “If you would’ve, you would’ve not blown off every plan that we made the last few months, would’ve not forgotten my fucking birthday Midoriya!” He froze as the reality of his past actions finally dawned on him. Izuku breathed a sigh of relief only when you said, “It’s fine. I’ll suck it up. Now go to sleep.” He hugged you from behind as he fell into a deep slumber. At least you weren’t mad at him anymore, or so he thought.

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The next morning, Izuku woke up, with a new sense of determination in his mind. He was going to make things right today! He had taken a day off and wanted to take you out for a picnic. But his hope crumbled when he woke up to an empty bed, there was a note on his pillow, “I’ve got work. I’ll be home late. Breakfast is in the fridge.” He then realised that this was what you must’ve felt like everytime he bailed on you. He decided that he was going to make you (f/d) for lunch and would take it to your office himself. That would give him a chance to see you too. So like a good boyfriend, he cleaned up the house and prepared your lunch.

On his way to your agency, he signed a couple of autographs for his fans and clicked a few pictures with them too. His smile seemed brighter than the other days since he was going to see you today. Stepping inside your agency, Izuku approached your receptionist with a bento box in hand and said, ‘Hi! I’m here to give Y/N her lunch.” “Sorry sir but she’s not here. Dynamight had dropped by earlier and took her out for lunch.” To say he was shocked was an understatement. Since when did Bakugo become so caring? Right on cue, you appeared running inside the agency feigning fear, a massive smile evident on your face. You turned back to look at Katsuki when you bumped into your boyfriend. Your smile dropped when you saw him but you quickly put on a tight lipped smile when you greeted him. The transition of the smile on your face broke Izuku’s heart but he didn’t have time to comprehend when you were picked up bridal style by someone when he announced cockily, “I win again, Teddy Bear~”

Everyone was shocked to hear the malice in their beloved hero Deku’s voice when he said, “Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend, Kacchan.” “What’s your deal Deku? Why play Prince Charming now when you weren’t even able to remember her-“ “Thats enough ’Suki.” You get down from his arms, and peck his cheek lightly, “Thank you for the lunch ’Suki. You should head out now. Got work to do, don’t you?” Katsuki read the room and without any retaliation, left your agency. You turned around and walked past your boyfriend towards the elevator, “C’mon Midoriya. Let’s discuss whatever case you’ve brought now.”

The ride in the elevator was awkward, Izuku trying to make small talk and you with your short replies. Izuku noticed that you look unusually tired today. He finally asked, “Are you okay? You look tired. Did you get enough sleep yesterday? And why did you think that I brought a case-“ He was interrupted when cut him off, “Calm down Izuku. I’m alright, why do you suddenly care about me? And I have a headache since I fell asleep after crying for an hour straight. And I said that cause you never visit my agency, except when you have something really important cause you always go to Shoto or Ochako first.” The last parts of your sentence came out as a soft mumble as Izuku held your hands in his. Izuku’s eyes widened when you said, “Am I not good enough Izu? Do you love your hero work more than m-me? Do I just get in your w-way? Do you even remember when you last k-kissed me? When we last went on a date? I can’t do this anymore Izuku……If you want to get rid of me then just tell- mmph” Your sentence was cut short when Izuku pulled you in by your waist and kissed you more tenderly than he had ever before. So many feelings were conveyed through that kiss. Love, Affection and most prominently, Fear.

He fell on his knees before you as he wept into your abdomen. You stroked his hair tenderly as tears fell from your eyes. “Please d-don’t leave me. You’re my everything. I don’t know what I’ll do without you. Im sorry I didn’t realise earlier that you were hurting so much. You are more than enough Puppy. I’m sorry I made you feel like you weren’t. I’ll even leave hero work if you tell me to. Just please don’t leave me…..” “Izu, baby, I love you. Just this time promise me you’ll be better. And you better not break your promise this time.” He starts peppering kisses all over your face as he says, “I promise. And if I break it, then you can have my head.”

Bonus: You both were oblivious to the fact that the elevator doors were open and you had gathered quite an audience. When you both shared a last kiss, you turned your head towards the crowd when you herd a bunch of ‘Aww’s and ’They’re so cute’. You blushed and hid your head into Izuku’s chest. He chuckled fondly at your cuteness and lightly kissed your forehead, eliciting another wave of ‘Aww’s from your staff, leaving him flustered too.

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🎄Love letters and mistletoes!🎄

Purple Potato Christmas Special!

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Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Genre: One shot - Fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, hint of angst on Izuku’s side (five sentences max)

Summary: With Izuku’s favorite holiday approaching, you decide to give your work partner a present he’ll never forget. Is that a good or a bad thing? - we shall see.

Warnings: Swear words, mention of someone getting hurt, Midoriya is quite depressed at the beginning of the story.

Two more warnings: The story is really fluffy and cute but it’s quite melancholic overall, except the ending!

Also, English isn’t my first language so please be kind! Feel free to send me a message if I messed something up really badly!

If you like the story please check my Master List! 🥦

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“Merry Christmas, everyone!” Midoriya Izuku raises his glass of orange juice with a proud smile on his face. “Thank you very much for your hard work, as always. I’m so lucky to have you, guys.”

“Cheers, boss!” Your half-drunk colleague yells, making the whole team and Midoriya giggle with his shenanigans.

There is one thing everyone knows about the “boss”; he’s humble to a fault. Whenever something good happens it’s always his agency who gets the praise; Izuku Midoriya can’t take a compliment to this day and he just makes everything sound like a team effort even though he’s the one doing 95% of the job, saving people back and forth, 7 days a week with no holidays in between but he never even complains once.

Well, not in public. He doesn’t complain to anyone but you and that’s the biggest achievement of your whole life, to be honest.

You started working at Midoriya’s agency when you were twenty; pro hero Deku was already a big name back then. He was just about to open his own agency but he had no idea about the business side of it; you still have no clue how you managed to get this job with your non-existent experience but here you are, five years later, sitting in the massive meeting room now decorated with garlands and string lights, while you look at your favorite companion with nothing but love and respect.

Midoriya Izuku absolutely adores Christmas. He decorates the whole agency every year, usually by himself then brings a ridiculous amount of food for the team to feast on after their working hours which he insists he made by himself, but judging by the seasoning it’s probably Dynamight’s doing who also insists “he has nothing to do with this shit.”

Both of these people are terrible liars, by the way.

This year, you were lucky enough to help Midoriya with the decorations. You couldn’t believe it when he asked you to stay longer with him; he might be the friendliest person in the whole world but when it comes to things like this, he somehow enjoys to do them alone, with no one around, just him and the Christmas music blasting from the speakers as the sun slowly sets in the background.

He was much worse five years ago; he loved to chat around about silly things but he absolutely hated to talk about himself, about his feelings, about his plans, about anything that involved him, really; he always changed the topic to something else (or someone else) as the first personal question left the other person’s mouth. After a while, the team just gave up on Midoriya Izuku and they only talked about themselves with him but you couldn’t ignore the massive bags under the hero’s eyes, nor his self-deprecating words when someone somehow managed to make him talk about something personal; you’ve always found the most ridiculous excuses to stay behind with him, to be next to him, to give him support, even if it’s from far away.

Things have started to change on a gloomy Thursday afternoon; Midoriya’s agency managed to catch a massive villain group but not without a price; one of the sidekicks got gravely injured, barely made it out alive and you knew Midoriya was blaming himself for it.

You were just about to leave for the day when you heard the tiny sniffles coming out of his office; needless to say you threw all your belongings on the floor and ran towards the sound right away.

Midoriya was a mess. His eyes were swollen, tears streaking down his cheeks as he continued typing on the computer, completely ignoring his fickle mental state just so he can do some more work. He didn’t even look up from his screen as you opened the door; he tried to school the scowl on his face, he really did, but it was all in vain - he couldn’t hide his red-rimmed eyes or the bags under it.

“Hey, your shift is over, go home. Enjoy your evening, Y/N, I’ll be out myself in a second.”

Lies.

“I’ll wait for you then.” You sat down on the sofa right next to his desk, faking obliviousness.

The silence was awkward, but somehow Midoriya could sense that you wouldn’t leave even if he would have insisted for you to do so, so he nodded to no one in particular and continued his paperwork, continued the sniffling and then finally, the tears came and none of you said a single word about it.

Not until Midoriya Izuku finally broke.

“I should have been there. I should have saved him from that blow…” He muttered to the screen in front of him. You’ve never seen him so heartbroken before and it broke your heart, you could hear it shatter on the floor as you looked up to see the young, Number One hero who’s usually so full of energy and positive thoughts crouching by the computer with nothing but pure blankness in his eyes.

“You were on the other side of the battlefield. I checked the footage already. You can’t save everyone, Midoriya. No human being can, not even All Might.” You whispered into the silence. “She’s okay, by the way. It was a close call but she’ll be fine. Your quick response saved her life. You are not the reason for her suffering. You are the reason she’s still alive.”

Midoriya looked at you like this is the first time he’s seen you for real; your voice was raw, much deeper than your usual work-voice but apparently it was the right choice to show your real self to him because after this, something changed; his walls started to crack as he looked up at you, vulnerable and raw.

“Why are you here, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, but there was no malice in his voice; it was quite the opposite actually; it felt like Midoriya has opened up a bit, let you see the broken pieces inside him then he let you choose if you want to stay or leave.

“Because I really want to hug you.”

Midoriya’s walls shattered completely in only a few seconds after that. You wanted to share his pain and your wish was granted; Midoriya couldn’t stop the tears anymore, his cry loud and incoherent as he meandered over and sat down next to you. His head landed on your shoulders with a loud thump and he cried and cried, for a few minutes or hours, you have no idea but eventually, the sobs subdued and there was silence, a really comfortable one at that. Your fingers raked through the messy, unwashed curls as Midoriya finally let himself fall asleep in your arms, probably for the first time in the last 48 hours.

Something shifted around you two after that. You didn’t need to ask what’s wrong anymore; if you stayed longer for no reason Midoriya took it as an invite to went, talked about his life, about his problems, no fake smiles, just words and incoherent mumbles as Izuku let out everything that has been bothering him during the day in one go.

It was quite a surprise to see Midoriya’s “ugly” side; you didn’t think he had so much hatred in him, mostly towards himself, you didn’t think he could get so offended by stupid things like the comment section on his Instagram profile but the most surprising thing was that somehow, during his rants and smile-free conversations you managed to fall in love with his broken soul and it only got worse once he let you in when things were good as well; his smile came back and it became more real when it was only the two of you in the building and it made the butterflies have a break dance battle in your tummy, it made your chest tighten, and finally, it made your heart beat in a new, strange way and it felt so right yet so wrong at the same time you couldn’t decide what to do with it for years.

You two became close friends after that. Midoriya invited you to come with him every time his friends went out drinking then kept you close and safe until the end of the night, he opened your door for you and didn’t leave until you fell asleep. You were his plus one whenever there was an event he had to attend, casual or business, you stayed at his office and listened to him talk almost every day, but that was all, there was never a sign from him that he wants this to be more than a close, work-related friendship so you’ve never made a move. It’s not like there haven’t been a chance to do so; oh no, there have been several; like the time you two ended up cuddling on his sofa while you watched a movie after a ridiculously busy week. Midoriya’s fingers went up and down your naked arms while you nuzzled into his neck, happy and content and you were so close to leave a tiny kiss there, but you stopped yourself because you felt like… this, whatever this was, was too pure to ruin with your “dirty”, unrequited feelings.

You didn’t think you will ever have a chance and to be honest, you still don’t think so… But there was this one moment, just a few days before, that made you think that maybe, telling him about your feelings wouldn’t be the end of the world and knowing how understanding Midoriya is, he would probably fight for this friendship even if you fuck it all up with your confession.

You two laughed so much during the decorating and it really didn’t feel like overtime; Midoriya’s honest, sweet laughs were much better than the loaded paycheck by the end of the month. It took you guys ages to finish the whole thing so you two ended up crashing on Midoriya’s office sofa after a quick shower in the communal bathroom.

There wasn’t enough space for the two of you to be comfortable so soon enough you ended up cuddling, Midoriya’s thighs halfway down the sofa but somehow, both of you felt content like that, like it was normal, like it was meant to be.

“Y/N, can I ask you a silly question?” Midoriya mumbled, halfway asleep.

“Hm?”

“Have you ever felt like you have everything you’ve ever wanted but somehow, something is still missing? Is it selfish to want more than what you can get… sometimes?” You couldn’t miss the way Midoriya’s hand clenched by your middle as he said that.

“Midoriya, I respect you but all you’ve got is several mental issues and a good job. There is more to life than that.”

Midoriya’s ugly snort was the cutest thing you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Like what?”

“Uhm…” You giggled into Midoriya’s neck. “Puppies. Seeing the world. Learning something new. And uhm… falling in love, maybe…”

“Have you ever been in love, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, and the conversation turned serious. “Is that something you wish for?”

“Only with the right person.” You admitted. “I don’t want to go on blind dates and stuff. I just want… this. Being content. And happy. With someone I respect and adore.”

“Are you happy now?” Midoriya’s voice was right next to your ears but somehow, it sounded so far away; like he’s talking to someone else, to someone watching you two from above, a deity or a guardian Angel.

“Right now? I am.”

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Being Midoriya’s friend was getting harder and harder every day. The urge to touch, to kiss the fresh scars on his nose were almost unbearable sometimes, especially on the days when Midoriya was hard on himself for no reason whatsoever. Thankfully, most days - now that Christmas was approaching - were filled with Midoriya’s laughter instead of the sound of his heartbroken sniffles.

The first day after decorating the office is always fun; everyone cheers as their eyes meet the thousands of colors swirling around the walls, dread of the early morning long forgotten; the Christmas snacks in the cafeteria makes everyone’s lunch a tiny bit more cheerful - there isn’t a single grumpy person in the whole agency on the first day.

After five years, you kinda got used to this but for you and Midoriya, this was a special day for another reason; it was the first day you two woke up in each other’s arms. Something shifted again, but you had no idea what; everything felt the same but somehow different, like the distance between you and Midoriya got halved, like he was in an arm’s length now, waiting for you to finally reach out but you were quite sure it was only the night before that made it feel like that. Until…

“I also brought some things in if that’s okay!” One of your colleagues spoke up with a shit-eating grin on his face. You love this guy but he’s always up to no good and once you’ve seen the mistletoe hanging right above you, you knew what’s his “mischief of the day” was. “Oh no, it seems like we need to kiss...” The guy couldn’t even finish his sentence properly as suddenly, Midoriya appeared out of thin air, right next to you; he spun you around once, making you laugh with his sudden cheekiness, then twice and you two ended up right under the mistletoe. Midoriya’s cheeky smile made your heart do a somersault in your chest and you swear your heart stopped for a second as Midoriya left a comically loud smack on your cheek and left the room, giggling to himself like a mischievous child. “Dang, boss, you are such a cockblock!” He yelled after his cheeky boss while he laughed - there is no way anyone can be mad at Midoriya when he’s in a good mood. He’s just too adorable.

All you could think of for the rest of the day was how soft Midoriya’s lips were and how much you wanted to taste them.

Maybe it’s time for me to tell him. - you thought to yourself as you came up with a Christmas present idea.

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“Next Christmas, I want us to thank you for your hard work, not the other way around.” You tell Midoriya as you two take a little break from cleaning out the office after the Christmas celebration. Calling Chargebolt over was a terrible idea - half of the team had to be taken home by a taxi as Chargebolt couldn’t stop refilling their cups while they weren’t looking. Needless to say, you two haven’t drunk at all, knowing that someone will need to make the place habitable again for tomorrow because hero life never ends, not even on Christmas Eve.

“Having you here with me is enough. It’s not fun to clean up alone.” Midoriya gives you that damn smile you can’t get enough of, even though you see it quite often these days. If this feeling inside your chest isn’t love you have no idea what love is. There is no way there’s a stronger feeling than the ache in your heart as you look at the small, barely visible wrinkles by Izuku’s eyes, the beautiful, gorgeous freckles that didn’t fade with age at all - they also make him look 10 years younger than he actually is - this ache in your heart is urging you to touch, to soothe, to please, to make the other happy; it’s painful but it’s also pleasant, a burn that stings but leaves a nice, tingly feeling afterwards.

“Midoriya… actually… Izuku…” You look up at the most important person in your life and he looks back at you with nothing but pure wonder in his eyes.

“Why does it sound like heaven when you say it?” Izuku mutters with a red face but you are too terrified to actually step back and think about his reaction, because this is it - You are just about to confess and ruin everything you’ve worked so hard for.

“I… I have a present for you. You don’t need to accept it. Please, only accept it if you… if you really mean it.” You mumble as you take out a small envelope and give it to him with shaking hands.

It’s so stupid. And so childish. There is no way in hell you can do this in a proper way so you focus on a random scratch on the wooden floor; you can’t look into his eyes while you slowly let your heart out through your mouth just so he can punch it back into your chest and break it into pieces. Not like he would ever would do such a thing, but still.

He looks at the small envelope with a happy smile on his face for a while then finally, he opens it up and starts reading out loud. You really want the ground to open up under you right now.

“Dear Izuku. (I hope you don’t mind me calling you that.) No, I don’t, I like it haha - You won a prize! … what is this, Y/N?” Izuku giggles but the smile slowly disappears from his face. Every second feels like an eternity. It’s like something is choking you but you can’t do anything about it. “It’s a ticket for a one on one Christmas date with Y/N, platonic, or romantic, depending on your… de…cision.” Izuku looks up from the little card with pure confusion written all over his face.

“As I said, you do not need to accept this at all. I have a plan B. But if you do and you decide on the romantic date… I… I must add that the romantic ticket is non-refundable. And it’s not… for one day. Think about it a Christmas puppy. You give it to someone for Christmas but it’s a responsibility for a lifetime. Oh my god, that sounds so stupid, I’m sorry, I can’t do this, please just forget about it and give that back to me…” you try to get the card back but Izuku pulls it away.

“Do you mean it?” Izuku mumbles; you can’t look into his eyes, you can’t, but at the same time you really want to see his face right now, you need to see how he reacts. You look up from the floor for only a second; and that one second turns your whole life upside down.

Izuku’s eyes are full of tears, but somehow, his whole face looks… happy?

“What?” You mumble back, mesmerized by the sparks in Izuku’s eyes. Were they always so beautiful or is it just the magic of Christmas Eve?

“The romantic date… no refunds, for a lifetime… do you mean it?”

“Would I be shaking like a leaf if I wouldn’t? I’m freaking out, Izuku.” Your voice cracks by the end of your sentence, tears prickling your eyes as you try to keep eye contact.

“I also… have a Christmas present for you.” He mutters, not answering your question which is an answer itself. You know Izuku well enough to know what he means by dodging a question; he’s been doing that for a whole year before you two became friends and you hate how much it hurts to be on the receiving side again, especially in this situation. It was so stupid for you to do this on Christmas Eve. You ruined the holiday for you both and Izuku has been so excited about it and now every year, he’ll think about your stupid confession and how you ruined the only holiday he genuinely enjoys…

“Here. Please, read it. I want to see your face when you get to the end of it.” Midoriya gives you that damned smile again; the smile you love so much and it’s so out of place in this situation but somehow, it gives you hope; it makes you believe that maybe you didn’t ruin your friendship nor the holiday completely and this can be salvaged after all. “Please.” He repeats as he gives you a cute letter, steadying your shaky hands with his own; the feeling of Izuku’s rough fingertips on the back of your hands almost makes you yelp out loud but after a few deep breaths you school your face into something neutral and start reading.

“Dear Y/N. Getting a silly little letter from me must not have been on your bucket list but I hope at least it will make you feel happy. We’ve been close friends for four years now and knew each other five. I think about you as one of the most important people in my life and the feeling only got stronger and stronger as the days has passed and at one point, my feelings got out hand and wandered to an unknown path and it took me literal years to realize what they really mean, so I’m sorry if this letter is a little bit too late.” You need to take a deep breath. This letter sounds suspiciously like a love letter but Izuku has always been an emotional person so maybe, this is his way of telling you he thinks about you as family? “The first thing that made me wonder about my feelings was that… I love to touch you. I love to keep you close. I enjoy being with you alone more than I enjoy sharing a drink with you in a pub when my friends are around. The second thing was that somehow, over the years you got prettier in my eyes - you’ve always been pretty, don’t get me wrong but my eyes got caught on certain things a friend’s shouldn’t; your lips, your cheekbones, on the way your hair flies in the wind and small things like that. Then the third and final thing was only a few days ago; on the first day of our Christmas extravaganza when someone was about to kiss you under the mistletoe.

All I could think of was that… I want you to be mine.”

Your heart is having a hard time and so is your mind. This can’t be real. There is no way this happening right now…?!

“Izuku?!”

“Just continue.” Izuku smiles at you, his eyes full of affection. He moves his hands to your middle once he deemed you strong enough to be able to hold a single piece of paper and you can feel the twitch in the movement as he struggles to not pull you close and you can’t believe you’ve missed the sighs until now; Izuku looks at you like you are the prettiest star on the sky, like you are the reason the sun shines above you and it’s so endearing yet so natural… this moment, here, right now, at 10PM on a cold and dark Sunday evening… this moment was written in the starts thousands of years ago, you can feel it in your heart, in your soul, fucking everywhere.

“We cried, we laughed, we cheered, we mourned; we did all of these together but now it’s time for the next adventure - if you are up for it, of course.” You can’t stop sniffling as you get to the end of the letter. “So your Christmas present… is my heart. Because it’s all yours. It always has been. Is it even a present if it was yours for so long already? Great question. I think it’s the thought that counts.

Dear, Y/N. I love you. From the bottom of my heart to the tip of my toes.

Yours Sincerely;

Midoriya Izuku.”

There isn’t a proper word or a proper sentence to describe what you are feeling right now. You want to cry and laugh at the same time, you want to break down but you also want to stand tall and proud because your feelings just got reciprocated.

“We came up with the same silly idea, Y/N. If that’s not a sign then I don’t know what it is.” Izuku laughs as he finally pulls you close. “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Izuku’s voice is so childish and so giddy you can’t help but laugh. He rests his forehead on yours and takes a deep breath; it’s all so new and so strange yet it feels so right, just so-so perfect it makes your heart melt into a puddle on Izuku’s office floor.

“You mean it?” You parrot his own words back to him with a cheeky smile which ends up much bigger than you wanted it to be; Izuku’s hold gets tighter and tighter around your middle, the distance almost non-existent between you two now.

“Can I kiss you now? Because I really really want to kiss you now.” Izuku mumbles, completely ignoring your cheeky retort. You do your best to make an offended face but it’s extremely hard to concentrate while Izuku’s breath tickles your lips.

“You are so impatient, Izuku, I haven’t even answered yet.” You giggle to yourself, your lips already touching Izuku’s, but only a tiny bit, it’s more like a tease than an actual touch. “Where’s the mistletoe, then?” You add cheekily and Izuku doesn’t say a word to that; his hand wanders to your face and caresses your cheek with his thumb then gently moves your chin up to look at the ceiling right above you; you notice that the mistletoe your colleague brought in is clumsily stuck to the ceiling with… tape. You can’t help but roll your eyes while Izuku’s happy laughter fills the office as he slowly moves back into your personal space and finally steals a kiss from you.

First, the kiss is tentative and slow, one peck then two then three; Izuku grins between the small kisses and suddenly something shifts; he barges back with more fervor, the kiss deep and scorching hot but Izuku can’t stop smiling so it’s also a little bit awkward but somehow it’s still the most perfect kiss you’ve ever had.

“I love Christmas.” Izuku kisses you again. “And you.”

“I love you too, you grumpy, adorable fucking nerd.” You finally deepen the kiss properly; you take his bottom lips in yours and suck on it, making Izuku yelp with the sudden action. It doesn’t take him long to take revenge though; he licks over your lip then barges into your mouth, his tongue having a slow dance with your own, his body flush against yours as you slowly kiss away the remaining two hours until the clock hits midnight and you two freak out over the mess you still need to clean up before the new day starts, but not even the lateness of the day nor the grimy work can ruin your mood as you two slowly get the building tidy until every surface sparkles under the shine of the rising sun.

“You should have just asked the cleaning crew to clean this up in the morning.” You mumble into Izuku’s ear as you two try to have at least two hours of sleep on the small sofa before the day starts.

“Well yeah, but then I wouldn’t have had an excuse to ask you to stay for longer.” He admits sheepishly. You can’t believe this man.

“I fucking love you, you silly nerd.”

The end

Extra:

“Fucking finally!” Katsuki’s voice blasts through the speakers. You are not even surprised that Katsuki is the first person Izuku tells about the news, barely a few hours after you two got together. Also, he’s video-calling, because apparently, calling someone like a normal person is too ‘impersonal’. “You two, my place, tonight. We are having fucking Katsudon, thank the motherfucking gods above I don’t need to listen to you moaning about your unrequited fucking love anymore! Shitty hair! We need booze!” Katsuki yells to his half asleep flatmate. “Deku finally grew some balls! Also, you owe me 10000 yen!”… then he ends the call without even saying bye.

“Will we ever have a good sleep ever again?” You mumble to Izuku and his two massive Gucci bags under his eyes.

“No. Mum’s celebration will last a whole week. I hope you are not on a diet by the way, she loves to force feed people.” He smiles at you and …honestly? You don’t need any sleep if you can keep staring into those beautiful sparkling eyes full of love and affection instead.

“I can’t wait.”

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Potato ramble:

- Reader: writes a stupid note about Deku winning a date with her

Deku: Writes a full on essay about his feelings

Also Deku: Wow it’s the same!

Honestly Y/N, that present was so cringe, did you even try? 😂😂😂😂 💜

- There is one thing I realized while I was writing this: I hate one-shots. I don’t think I’ll ever do one ever again. They always feel so empty and rushed even if I try to put as much information as I can into it. I like to take my time with this stuff, show the audience how the two characters ended up in love with each other… so yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever do a holiday special ever again haha

- Sorry for all the folks waiting for the next chapters of my ongoing series, I absolutely hyperfixated on this one and I also knew I won’t be able to be on time with those two thanks to the Christmas rush in retail (bro, I’m dead) so I kinda gave up. They’ll be coming soon I swear!

- I hope you guys have a lovely Christmas or whatever holiday you guys enjoy around this time! I’m not a big Christmas person myself but I do like a good Christmas-themed fanfiction :D

If you liked this story, send me a lovely comment and check out my Master List! 💜

Merry Christmas, everyone! 🎄

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wildwinterlunas · 4 months ago

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I'ma throw something outta left field 4 this one, this is a big yap so it's ok if you don't respond.

This is more of a question and a guess.

Don't bust my balls please I'm posting this publicly so you know this account is going to post R.J fanart.

I am making R.J fanart and I know you probably don't want so spoil the short story your writing or give out your character dynamics since you may still be working on them.

Ok, could R.J's and Illari's dynamics be close to chat noir and lady bug(w out the romance lol)

Hear me out R.J green color scheme, Illari red color scheme, both of them are 18 and are each other's foils as you said in a previous post. Now I wanted to confer about there interactions like maybe Illari is sulky serious, she doesn't like the fact R.J is "messing around" by being light hearted and positive all the time, always seeing the light at the end of the tunnel( I am not sure wether you intend on R.J to be funny and use humor as his muse to spread positivity or a serious and passionate seeing things from a more emotional perspective similar to Deku(MHA reference don't kill me I'm not 12 I swear)

If R.J is the first kind of positive then I could imagine a very funny dynamic between them with the added angst of Illari(potentially) working for talon and R.J in overwatch; also how Reaper being R.Js estranged dad and Illari's coworker/mentor maybe (guessing based of voice lines)

Here is an example:

(note I am not confident in my writing for Illari's dialogue I feel don't want to want to stray to far from her canon character but want to give her a more human vibe with R.J someone I think she would be comfortable with, sorry if dialogue is dry AF)

Illari stares intentlly at the mission area scouting for points of infiltration. Suddenly, she hears a guard go down she turns and quickly draws her weapon but there is no one there; she assumes the work of Widowmaker and continues to scout entry points. A wispy "Psst" pinches on Illari's left, so faint she could barely hear. Illari is filled with a sort of disappointed and defeated fuzz in her body as the turns her head to see R.J hanging upside down a foot above her from the rafters. "So, what's the plan" R.J touts as he turns his head ever enthusiastic towards Illari. R.J's smile creeps ever wider as Illari's eyebrows smolder lower with audacity. A bewildered Illari contemplates for a moment; torn on wether to beat the crap out of R.J for bothering her at work or reluctantly reveling in his company, playing his game. "What do you want?" A the small inquiry of Illari's eyes becomes stiff as she shifts her weight to her solar rifle. " I just wanted to talk talk fav-" "go home R.J" Illari's cuts him of on an effort to discourage R.Js little clawing at Illari's seams. -

His is all I have written so far I have plans to finish this but I'm lazy and busy lol. Please critique, i am a baby writer so I have No fucking clue what I am doing! If you actually respond to this insanity and give you input on this I will die! Do Tell me what you think about this. Thank you so much for the inspo!🖤

In all honesty the comparison to Chat Noir is pretty spot on considering my main inspirations for him are Dick Grayson (very specifically late Nightwing), and Spiderman (only really personality wise with that), which are likely inspirations for Chat Noir. I'm going to specify Spiderman here when it comes to RJ's brand of optimism and positivity, he does quip a lot especially since it throws a majority of Talon off since the main character they usually fight don't actually try to talk or joke with them. Basically think of the stuff that (a well written) Spiderman would say in a fight and you got RJ's banter.

My biggest thing when writing him though is don't make him naïve, yes he's a force of positivity and is meant to be extremely optimistic, but he isn't naïve. He can't be with Gabriel and Martina as his parents, along with Cassidy being his older brother. He knows what he's signing up for, he knows how dangerous what he's doing is, and yes he does take a lot of risks, more then he should, but he signed up for this completely aware of what could happen.

With RJ and Illari's dynamic specifically, basically think of how someone who symbolizes the long focused energy of the sun would interact with someone who represents a bolt of lightning. A long simmering of energy vs. an instant release of energy, both still having the common factor of being energy. While Illari would get annoyed at RJ, I think she'd also envy the way he was able to move past the tragedy in his life, despite all the loss he's gone through he has no regrets. Meanwhile RJ would be able to see Illari's pain and trauma in a way that others don't, less because he himself has been through it and more so because he's grown up around it. He grew up seeing the bitterness his mother had towards what happened at Zurich and what lead up to it, he grew up seeing the exhaustion and guilt in Cassidy's eyes when he thought he was alone. Honestly I think a big part of RJ and Illari's dynamic would be getting Illari to act her age, to smile and joke around.

I could honestly see there be an interaction where Illari smiles or laughs and RJ says something along the lines of "you have a nice laugh", not pointing out that she doesn't do it a lot, not saying she should do it more, just a small acknowledgment that she can be happy. Honestly going with you MHA analogy I think Deku and Todoroki's early (like, first half of the sports festival early) dynamic would fit them.

As for critiques on the writing itself, I honestly don't know if this was just Tumblr formatting but try and space out your wording. If a character speaks at the end of a sentence then start on a new line, for example;

R.J touts as he turns his head ever enthusiastic towards Illari, "So, what's the plan?" R.J's smile creeps ever wider as Illari's eyebrows smolder lower with audacity. A bewildered Illari contemplates for a moment; torn on wether to beat the crap out of R.J for bothering her at work or reluctantly reveling in his company, playing his game. "What do you want?" A the small inquiry of Illari's eyes becomes stiff as she shifts her weight to her solar rifle. " I just wanted to talk talk fav-" "go home R.J," Illari's cuts him of on an effort to discourage R.Js little clawing at Illari's seams. -

In creative writing the way it's stuctured is important, new topic, new character speaking, new perspective, all signify the starting point of a new paragraph. Otherwise your writing will not be appealing to a reading eye and fell cluttered.

Another critique is that it feel a bit rushed while also having descriptors in the wrong places. With the guard at the beginning you should specify that it's nearby but not right next to her, just saying "Suddenly, she hears a guard go down...." is too open and will often lead to people assuming that the guard is closer then what you intend them to be, especially since the scenario Illari is in is a stealth mission. I would also like to suggest drawing out the dialogue more, it adds to the tension that the current circumstance provides;

....she assumes the work of Widowmaker and continues to scout entry points. "Psst," a voice whispers from her left, so faint that she almost missed it.

I would suggest doing more then this example, specifically drawing out the tension more with extending how long RJ presence remain unknown.

Honestly this is a really good first draft even if it is unfinished, and your comments on what you think Illari and RJ's dynamics would be are very interesting and pretty accurate to what I have planned.

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barbiegirldream · 5 months ago

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I just wish that most of the epilogue was done in the time skip. I feel as if everything Hori showed us could have been explained in the time skip. Cause the villain endings weren't Good. Maybe if he's insistent a single issue to show the graduation of our class. So like

Epilogue Part One: Villains?

Deku talks with Spinner- Shoto meets with Shoto. Mic and Aizawa have to deal with their student Bakugo technically killing their best friend.

Epilogue Part Two: Graduation

A Year Time Skip (They're 17/18)

Bakugo and Monoma's new friendship showed beyond their single speech interruption. Seeing the futures of everyone planned out. An announcement from someone that they're going to catch up to Lemillion who is now Number One. Talks of what President Hawks has been up to. Shoto talks about how Dabi is doing and what he plans for his future. All of them talking up their agencies etc. Bakugo throwing out there he's training under Edgeshot now

Deku admitting to everyone planning their future One For All is well and truly gone now he's been noticing for awhile now and that he applied to university to get his teaching degree. He gives his mask to Occacho

Epilouge Part Three: My Hero University

A year time skip. (They're 18/19)

Izuku struggling with university surrounded by people who want to see the hero who killed Shigaraki. We can see Izuku processing this and talking to Spinner about how the comic book is going.

Him making meet-ups with his new busy hero friends. Edgeshot's retirement and Bakugo wearing his ropes now as a sign of massive respect.

More specifics on the rankings seeing as the greatest heroes were always striving for these rankings and there was not nearly enough story development to justify ignoring them. Bakugo slipping around the top ten because of his terrible attitude actually coming back to bite him in the ass

Epilouge Part Four:

A six year time skip. (They're 24/25) We've reached the final time skip era

An entire day in the life of teacher Deku with all of his students. All Might is also still a teacher alongside him.

Epilouge Part Five:

A split up day in the life of all our others without Deku's perspective on them. With allusion to their plans for Deku

I'd like to see them all at work. But for Bakugo I'd like to see him sitting down for tea with someone maybe Edgeshot

Epilouge Part Six:

Deku is offered the suit By the class who actually funded it. And they leave him to make the decision. We actually get insight to how Deku feels about his teaching position and see him accept but only on weekends and school holidays. President Hawks reinstates Deku's hero license.

His class is proud of him. He's proud of his class. And then the final shot of them all leaping together.

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ao3feed-izch · 2 years ago

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Ochako Uraraka's Foolproof Multi-Step Plan for Cheering Up Your Best Friend [Podfic]

by MyPodficAcademia

Ever the hard worker, Izuku seems stressed. Much more stressed than usual. Outside of class, he's always too busy to hang out. Too busy doing homework. Too busy training. Too busy with internships. Most of his friends have tried their best, yet no one can get him to take a break. Only one person hasn't given it a go yet:

A certain Ochako Uraraka.

Headstrong and confident, she's convinced she has the perfect plan for getting Izuku to relax:

Step One: A Warm Drink, Made with Love Care

Whether it was a soothing cup of tea, or a delicious cup of hot cocoa, the memories of her parents making something to ease her nerves warmed her heart to this day.

Step Two: Offer an Open Ear

Deku always has a lot on his mind, and when he's muttering away, words and thoughts get lost in the fray. It's easy for him or others to brush it under the rug, but what if he just needs someone to listen to him? Ochako knew she could be that someone. Now, if only he'd just open the door and come out of his room!

Words: 42, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako

Additional Tags: Comfort, Fluff, Confessions, Love Confessions, Dual POV, Uraraka Ochako is a Good Friend, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Podfic, Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic Length: 1-1.5 Hours, Audio Format: MP3, Audio Format: Streaming

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47875675

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shingekinohyrulewrites · 2 years ago

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Strictly Business

Shouto Todoroki seemingly has a perfect life - he's rich, has a beautiful wife, and is extremely handsome.

You are his secretary, fresh out of college and trying to get a foot in the business world.

Your boss asks you for a favor, and out of it comes an affair.

Did we mention your boss is married ?

Read first chapter here

Read previous chapter here

It was rare that Momo Yaoyorozu was confused.

She prided herself on her intellect, on her ability to problem solve and to think rationally. It was part of the reason why she had agreed to assist her family with their company, to serve as a confidant instead of a leader. It was also part of the reason why she had married Shouto Todoroki - she wanted to be his confidant and help him any way she could.

However, while the beginning of their marriage had been bliss, things recently had been . . . tense. Although Shouto had always been a workaholic, recently he seemed to be even more of a workaholic. He would stay late or disappear on weekends, claiming that he was meeting some new startup company or accommodating some business who could only meet on weekends. Whenever she surprised him at work there was nothing suspicious, with Shouto always working in his office but carving some time to see her.

But now, his most recent credit card bill in her hand, she wasn’t sure.

It started with a phone call. Saturdays were her days to relax, to make plans with friends or to do some self care. She had been finishing up her makeup for lunch with Ochaco, applying some mascara to her lashes. The sound of her phone ringing had her putting the mascara down, expecting to see Ochaco’s name but instead seeing an unfamiliar number. Curious, she answered with an inquisitive hello?

“Mrs. Todoroki? This is American Express, apologies for interrupting your Saturday.”

“No worries. Did my last payment not go through?”

“No, you have nothing to worry about. I’m calling on behalf of your husband.”

Husband?

“Did . . . his payment not go through?”

“No mam,” the operator hesitated before resuming. “There are some . . . suspicious charges on his account.”

“How so?” Momo frowned.

“I understand that he is a CEO, so business expenses are usually put on his business account. However, he has been using his personal credit card at various hotels the past few weekends.”

“Perhaps he got the cards mixed up?” Momo asked, her heart beating faster.

“Mmm it’s a possibility, but usually whoever handles his business expenses would be responsible. My assumption is his secretary.”

Momo knew next to nothing about you, his secretary. You were nothing but polite to her, always ready to assist her or inform her where Shouto was. She never suspected any inappropriate conduct towards her husband, and vice versa. Biting her lip, she assured the operator she would speak to her husband to figure everything out.

***

“What?”

Momo and Ochaco were having lunch above the streets of Tokyo, the faint sounds of traffic wafting in the cool air. The waiter had just taken their order, leaving them alone with their glasses of wine. Momo had been quick to tell Ochaco everything about the phone call from the credit card company, desperate to hear her side on it.

“I figured I would approach his secretary before him, you know? Maybe catch him in a lie.”

Ochacho hesitated, grabbing her glass to take a long sip.

“What? Do you know something?”

“Um . . .”

She glanced nervously around her before staring at her friend with a worried expression.

“Deku’s been acting . . . weird the past few weeks. I knew something was off and asked him, but he brushed it off.”

“Are you in the same situation?” Momo gasped.

“I . . . don’t know. But he’s been sneaking around. Whenever he’s on the phone with someone he hangs up when I walk in.”

“Oh Ochaco, no,” Momo sighed, reaching across to grab her hand.

“I haven’t thought too much of it. He’s been nervous since his charity gala, so I figured it was just work related.”

“Have you talked to him about it?”

“No, I’ve been too nervous. But . . .”

She pointed a finger at Momo.

“If you talk to Shouto’s secretary, well, then . . . I’ll confront Deku!”

***

Momo marched into her husband’s office Monday morning, determined to confront you about the suspicious charges. As usual, you were sitting behind your desk, eyes focused on the screen as you ripped furiously away. When she approached you looked up, giving her a polite smile.

“Good morning, Mrs. Todoroki. Can I help you with anything?”

“Yes, I hope you can. Er, is there a . . . conference room open?”

Confusion flitted across your face. You glanced absently towards Shouto’s office door.

“Don’t worry about him.”

You gave a slow nod, standing up and asking to follow you. The two of you settled into the furthest conference room, closing the door and gesturing for her to sit down. Momo sat across from you, placing her purse down before nervously intertwining her fingers together.

“This is a bit . . . awkward for me to address, but I figured you might know.”

“Is . . . something the matter?”

Momo paused, trying to gather herself before she spoke again.

“Have you noticed any changes with my husband?”

Confusion flickered across your face again.

“What do you mean?”

She reached into her purse, fumbling through it before retrieving a paper. Sliding it across the table, you gently reached for it. Your heart stopped in your chest as you saw it was Shouto’s credit card bill, with the hotels the two of you had been staying at highlighted. You made sure to keep a straight face as you examined it with a straight face.

“His credit card bill?”

“I know you handle his travel expenses, so I’m wondering if there was some sort of mixup with his cards.”

You pretended to study the bill again.

“Do you have access to his personal credit card?”

“I do.”

What were you going to say? It was obvious that Momo had no idea that you were the side piece, so for now you were relieved. But she was suspicious, and you had to nip it in the bud.

“There’s a possibility that the cards might have been mixed up. I know that he has his personal card saved for his, well, personal travel, so I might have not checked when I made these reservations.”

You tried to appear as embarrassed as possible.

“I’m sorry. I’m usually very careful, but he’s been traveling so much recently. I’ve been on autopilot making plans, I just assumed the travel card was the primary one.”

Momo seemed relieved. She took the credit card bill back, putting it back in her purse.

“Thank you. I . . .”

She seemed nervous again, and you watched her silently.

“This isn’t my place to say anything, and I really shouldn’t be sharing this with you but . . .”

“Mrs. Todoroki, it’s alright. Although I work for your husband, I also need to make sure you’re taken care of, too.”

You felt grimy saying that, especially because you were fucking her husband.

“I panicked because Shouto has been working a lot and has been traveling so much . . . The credit card bill had me assuming the worst.”

So she was suspicious.

“I’ll have a talk with him too. I just want peace of mind, you know?”

Standing up, she gave you a warm smile.

“He is my husband, after all.”

The two of you left the conference room and returned to your desk. Shouto was standing in front of it, head swiveling around as he searched for you. Upon seeing the two of you together, the color from his face drained but he quickly put on a blank expression again.

“Oh, there you are. I have to move around a few meetings, and I need to see where I have space.”

“Sorry sir, let me open your calendar.”

Momo greeted him with a kiss, and you tried not to frown.

“I need to talk to you, honey. Do you have a moment?”

“Go wait in my office. Let me schedule these meetings really quickly.”

Smiling, she gave him another kiss and slipped into his office. He turned to give you a slightly panicked look.

“What was that about?”

“She’s suspicious, Sho. You charged the hotels we went to on your personal card and the credit card company called her.”

“Was she onto you?”

Your eyes flickered over to his office door.

“No, not at all. I told her it was my mistake and I probably charged the wrong card.”

He gave a slow nod.

“Okay, I’ll go with that. Let’s schedule those meetings then.”

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a-path-diverged-in-the-woods · 2 years ago

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Welcome to "My Hero Academia: A Path Diverged in the Woods". This is a living choose your own adventure story featuring Uraraka Ochako. The adventure starts when Ochako meets Toga in the forest at Summer Camp. How will this meeting change this time around? Will they be enemies, rivals, friends or more? You decide.

There will be a poll below the cut at the bottom of each main post. Read the section and vote how you see best. When the poll finishes, new fiction will be posted based on the results of the poll. Each poll will be based on a decision Ochako is facing in the moment. The answers may not always be obvious. Further information is available pinned to this blog.

Now enjoy this tale of two girls, a hero and a villain, meeting again across an interrogation table. Chapter 1, Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 available here.

Chapter 4: Manhunter

Ochako was painfully aware of how little she knew about the current situation the Pro heroes and her friends were about to head into. She didn’t know when the Pros were going to make their move, but she did know her friends weren’t going to wait. Deku, Kirishima and Todoroki were the most proactive people she knew, maybe only behind Bakugo. They were going to act as they saw best. There was always a chance that Yaoyorozu refused to assist them, or another classmate leaked their plan, but Ochako doubted either would happen. Yaoyorozu was someone who was highly critical of herself and always trying to improve. She was similar to Deku in that way. She’d failed to act before, Ochako knew she wouldn’t do so again. Similarly, even those in Class A who were against their classmates going would never turn them in. They all wanted the same thing after all. To rescue Bakugo. She knew they all felt if anyone could do it, it was those four.

That left Ochako in a weird position. She didn’t want to turn in her friends, but she also knew she couldn’t go with them. There was something only she could do though. As soon as she was out of the hospital, she pulled out the business card she’d been given just a few hours ago. After two rings, the phone picked up. “Hello, Detective Tsukauchi? This is Uraraka Ochako. I would like to help and talk to Toga.”

In a pleasant surprise the detective was happy to have her come over immediately. She’d expected him to push things to another day. That spoke to the urgency of the matter. As she headed over, she called her parents to tell them that she was going to go out to eat with a friend. She felt bad about lying but telling them she was going to willingly talk to a villain who had attacked her was not an argument she felt like having at the moment. They told her to have a good time, the stress from the recent incidents apparent in their voice. Her mother was just relieved that Ochako was doing normal high school things. She appreciated that.

When Ochako arrived at the police station she was greeted by detective Tsukauchi. He was talking to a tall, gaunt man in an ill-fitting suit. For some reason he seemed familiar to her. “Welcome back, Uraraka,” said the detective. He looked back to the gaunt man. “I’ll let you know if anything comes up on my end.”

“Same,” said the gaunt man with a nod. He glanced to Uraraka. His eyes were sunk into his head, his gaze one that made her feel under intense scrutiny. “You’re proving yourself a hero young lady. But don’t push yourself too far, you’re still a kid after all.”

Ochako didn’t have a response as the man turned and walked away. Something about him was familiar. Friendly. She wondered if he talked to everyone like he knew them. She couldn’t help but be reminded of Toga.

“I agree with Yagi,” said detective Tsukauchi. “Come with me to my office.” He led her into a side office. He gestured to her to take a seat in front of a large desk, and she did. “Before we put you in the room with Toga, I’ll need to brief you a bit, okay?”

Ochako nodded. She’d love any advice he could give. Her heart was beating wildly at the thought of encountering those golden eyes and hungry smile again.

“So, here’s what we know.” The detective took out a thin file and opened it. “Toga Himiko, aged 16. She’s suspected of being the culprit of several exsanguination incidents where victims have been left weak and drained of blood. The first incident of this was in her final year of middle school when she assaulted a student and drank his blood.”

Ochako shuddered at that. What was she getting herself into?

Detective Tsukauchi gave her a sympathetic smile. “Sorry, but unfortunately the details of this are going to be gory. If at any point this is too much, let me know.”

Ochako shook her head. “Thank you, but I’m good. Please continue.”

He flipped over another sheet. “Since that incident she’s been on the run. It is unknown when she teamed up with the League of Villains, but initial investigation says it was probably recently. It’s highly likely she’ll know little that we don’t, but…”

“But you need to try anyways,” said Ochako. The detective nodded. A question came to mind. “Why is she so obsessed with blood?”

“We suspect it has to do with her Quirk,” replied the detective. He let out a heavy sigh. “But we just don’t know.”

Ochako frowned. “Isn’t her Quirk registered?”

The detective shook his head. “Not properly it seems. It’s rare, but for less obvious Quirks or ones with attached stigma, people will lie on their registration. Her parents listed her Quirk as an increased sense of smell, which seems to be partially true. They’ve refused to talk to us about Himiko. They say she’s been disowned.”

Disowned? Sure, she was a villain, but could parents so easily disown their child? Ochako had a cold pit in her stomach. Something was wrong with this family. “So, her Quirk is related to blood? Like Vlad King?”

“Maybe,” replied the detective. “From your previous testimony the blood found on her person was yours and she was collecting it for some purpose. Whether for her Quirk or another member of the League, we don’t know. That’s one of the things we would like you to find out.” He leaned forward on his desk, fingers steepled together. “What is Toga Himiko’s Quirk? Why was she collecting blood? What are the Quirks of the other members of the League? Where is their hideout? Why did they capture Bakugo Katsuki? What are they planning? There’re too many unknowns that we need answers to.”

A heavy sigh. He continued. “It’s too much to ask a kid to do, but when I question her, she just laughs and speaks in a roundabout manner. There’s been talk of her being sent to Tartarus for imprisonment and questioning. If we don’t get something to work with soon, then I lose custody.”

Tartarus. The word sent a chill through Ochako. The max security prison in Japan famous for holding the worst criminals. A place from which no one ever escaped. Was there really talk about sending a kid there? “Will Toga get a lighter sentence if she tells us something?”

Detective Tsukauchi sighed. “Probably. No promises have been made yet. But I would be willing to vouch for her if she does.”

That meant the villain’s fate was in Ochako’s hands. She fought down her panic. This was too much. She’d just wanted to do something, and maybe tell her friends something useful before they rushed into danger. She wished she could go back to thinking about Toga just as a villain. That would make things so much easier.

“I think that covers most of the facts as we know them,” said the detective. “Any questions?” Ochako shook her head. She had too many thoughts to form a coherent question. “You’re still allowed to back out if you want.”

“I want to do this,” said Ochako. “I just need to see what she knows about the League’s whereabouts, plans or Quirks, right?”

The detective nodded. “That will be enough. Thanks again.” He stood. “Are you ready, or do you need a moment?”

Ochako stood. “I’m ready.” As she’d ever be.

She followed the detective to an interrogation room. He held the door open, and she walked in. There were two guards in the room in opposite corners. In the center of the room was a table and sitting at the side furthest from the door was Toga Himiko. Her hands and feet were bound in chains fastened to the floor. She was in an orange jumpsuit instead of her school uniform, a rather depressing look on her. But she had a wide smile on her face and her eyes twinkled with excitement.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come,” said Toga. “Did the police threaten you?”

Ochako shook her head. “I wanted to come,” said Ochako. For a moment she thought Toga’s expression shifted, but she blinked, and it was back to the same toothy smile.

“I’d much rather to not bring a kid into things,” said detective Tsukauchi, closing the door behind him. He gestured to the table. “Take a seat.”

“Is it appropriate for men to butt into girl talk like this?” asked Toga. Ochako sat down across from her, and Toga winked at her. “A bunch of perverts, aren’t they?”

Ochako ignored the comment. She was feeling more uncomfortable each moment she spent with the villain and wanted to get right to asking questions. But she knew she couldn’t be impatient. This was too important. So instead, she said, “How have you been since the forest?”

Toga lifted her hands and clanked the chains on the table. “They gave me some not cute accessories to wear. The food was horrible and the bed uncomfortable. Sleeping on the streets is much better.”

“Did you spend a lot of time on the streets?” asked Ochako.

“Here and there,” replied Toga, looking around the room. Her gaze refocused on Ochako. “What about you? You ever spent time without a comfortable bed or running water?”

Ochako shook her head. “I haven’t.”

A smirk. “Of course you haven’t. Someone like you who is loved and cared for.” A flicker of a new expression. “I bet you don’t know what it’s like to go hungry either.”

That comment annoyed Ochako. Toga was always talking like she knew her, but she clearly didn’t. “I have, actually,” said Ochako. Toga looked surprised. Good. “My parents work hard, but sometimes we’ve been unable to have enough work. They fed me first, but I’ve been unable to buy lunch before. Or just kept to water. Anything to help them save money.”

“But you’re still loved,” said Toga.

“I am,” replied Ochako. “I love my parents for all they do.”

“I don’t,” said Toga. “They’re not cute at all.” A laugh. “The feeling is mutual though.” Toga leaned forward on the table. “But enough with the pleasantries. You want what I know, right? Find out and you can give it to Izuku so he can risk his life to save Bakugo. You do that and you’ll prove yourself to him. Maybe he’ll look your way and reciprocate your feelings. It’s nice when someone you love turns your way, isn’t it?”

Ochako wanted to fire back, to yell that she didn’t like Deku like that. But the words were stuck in her throat. She remembered him in the hospital bed, eyes filled with determination. She was here because she wanted to be useful. But what that feeling was based on, she didn’t have the words for. “Can you please tell me where they took Bakugo?”

“Secret.”

“Why did they take him? What’s their plan?”

“Didn’t ask.”

“What about the names of members of the League of Villains and their Quirks?”

“Who knows?”

“Why did you steal my blood? What’s your Quirk?”

“That’s rude to ask a lady.”

Ochako frowned. “Why do you act like this is a joke? Someone is in danger.”

Toga shrugged. “Why should I care? I’m not in danger.”

“Yes, you are,” replied Ochako. Her temper was getting short. “You’re going to go to jail if you don’t help. Do you want that?”

A frown. “Are you seriously so naïve to think I won’t go if I do talk?” asked Toga. “I’m a problem no one wants to look at. I always have been. They’ll lock me up in a dark basement and never let me out. Someone who lives in the light like you will never understand.”

“Then help me to understand,” yelled Ochako, pounding a fist on the table. She forced herself to lock eyes with the other girl. “Please.”

Toga studied her for several moments. The room was silent while she did, the air tense. Then, Toga smiled again. “Sure.” Ochako breathed a sigh of relief. “But you’ll need to tell me something interesting first. And I’ll only answer three questions. I’m tired, after all.”

“Deal.”

#mha #uraraka ochako #toga himiko #togachako #togaraka #path diverged in the woods

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maladaptivedaydreamers · 2 years ago

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Do you understand? (CEO! Iida) F!Reader

summary: Iida’s mom made you his secretary and after a while, he seems to take a liking to you after seeing you with one of his best pals.

warnings: Boss! Iida, jealous sex, rough sex, slapping, the use of the “Sir” “Slut” “Whore”, table sex, domination kink, marking kink, submission

word count: 3.3k

It started when his mom brought you into his office and made you his secretary. His mom was tired of the way he was doing stuff by himself and wanted him to come home earlier than 3am. At first he was annoyed, it was hard enough that he had to give up being a pro hero to be the CEO to his parents’ company, now his mom just told him he was incompetent. But alas, he may be the CEO but parents’ were the founders and owners.

You just wanted the job to get the money for a house, to be independent for once. But to be honest, you got accepted for the job because you’ve worked for his mom for a few months now and it was a promotion.

He wasn’t a bad boss, he was better than most actually. He told you to pick up the pace when it comes to a few documents, but he also told you to get lunch when you weren’t planning to. He gets mad if you talk way too much about a topic, but at least he tells you to go home when you’re up late. Your boss wasn’t overly mean, just enough to make sure you don’t abuse any kindness.

“Y/N, have you eaten?” Iida spoke his deep voice behind the screen, busying typing away. You stopped talking about your report and cleared your throat, replying with a confident no. He looked up from the screen and held out his hand, the papers that was once begin read out loud was placed on his palm. “Go, don’t starve and eat.” And in a few months, you’ve fallen for him. But you were sure he wouldn’t return the favor.

Maybe it was because you didn’t spend as much time in the company as the rest but people seemed to hate you, you didn’t make much friends, only acquaintances. If people were nice to you, it was to make a good image for themselves. Even still, everyone had some sort of hatred against you. So when a certain hero came around in the office and treated you nicely, your cheeks grew dark and hot. The pro hero Deku, who knew you’d end up in a good friendship?

It was your break, you were by the cafe area of the office, just looking over your phone and editing your Instagram profile. You both accidentally switched cups of coffee and ever since then, you’ve become friends. He even asked for you insta for him to follow on his secret account.

Iida and Deku were out drinking one night, at this point you’ve been working for over a year as his assistant. Iida got up to go to the bathroom while Deku scrolled on his phone. When Iida comes back, he find his friend smiling on his phone.

“I see someone has made you happy. Who is it?” Iida joked a little.

“Oh, it’s Y/N, she posted about her dog, so cute!” Midoriya replied with glee, showing him the photo of you holding your snow pom. “Must be his birthday, hm?” he pulled back the phone to like it.

“You follow her online? What if someone finds out, won’t that start a rumor?”

Deku shook her head. “No, we’re secretly following each other and chatting, surely no one would dive that deep, right?”

Ever since then, Iida has gotten more interested in you. No, he was always interested in you, but now that you’ve seemed to set your eyes on his best friend, he’s gotten…curious. Now he’s more focused on you when you speak, more concerned about you getting home on time, more attentive to what you do and what you say. Sometimes asking Deku if he spoke to you that day.

He always noticed how no one would talk to you, but now he noticed how some men would stare at you behind your back. He’s always noticed how your eyes burned with determination, but he didn’t notice how beautiful they shined when the lights on his office reflect from them. He noticed how nice you dressed but never noticed how well it fit around you body, like it was made for you. He always noticed the tone of your confident voice, but now all he can think about was how gentle your voice became when Deku spoke to you.

“Y/N. It’s a little rude for you to be taking time from out precious guest, don’t you think?” Iida boldly told you off when he spotted you giggling with his guest. “I’ll have a word with you later, leave us.” his tone grew angry. When you left, he displayed his concern with Deku. “Midoriya, as much as I’m happy you’re getting along with my employees, but stay away from my secretary.”

Deku is lightly taken aback, “Is something wrong, Iida? Did I step out of bounds?” he asked, worried. Iida sighed, placing his hand on his forehead. “Have you taken a liking to Y/N?” Deku questioned.

Without hesitation, he yelled out boldly. “Yes! I don’t know…why…or how?! But I don’t enjoy the way you look at her.”

Deku shared a sigh with him, “Iida, I like her too, but as a friend. But it isn’t right for you to restrict her if she wants us to be friends. It isn’t your control. If you want to pursue her, then speak to her. And treat her right. She’s a good girl, Iida.”

As much as he would hate to admit, he knew Deku was right. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

But despite what he said, Midoriya felt the need to unfollow you and lessen his replies to your messages. Since he already brought it up, might as well do some changes to create a wall in your relationship. And you already knew who was behind it. After having your first friend in ages, he’s gone just because your boss wanted…to what? Have you work more? You needed to know and needed to know now!

As soon as the day was over and most employees were heading out the door, you submitted your papers and stayed behind, standing in front of his table.

“Yes? Need anything?” Iida coldly asked. You rolled your eyes a little and headed for the door, realizing you were going to get nothing from a man who cared only about work and didn’t care about anything else.

“Fuckin’ bastard.” You muttered under your breath and reached for the knob but it stayed frozen in place. You twisted and pulled but nothing.

“Say that again, Y/N? What did you call me?” Your boss’ voice rung out the room. “Are you forgetting I am your superior? I demand an apology.” He continued. Ah, yes. There was a button that locks the doors by command if ever there was an emergency on his table, seems he’s having a bit of fun using it with you.

“I demand an apology for making Deku forget about me! You told him off, didn’t you?! What gives?!” you scoffed, storming over his table.

“All I ask is a simple apology, and I’ll unlock the doors. You’re a smart girl, you can say an apology.” Iida said, with a hint of pride. He didn’t know Deku did that, but he’s nevertheless happy about it.

“What gives you the right to mess with my personal life? And his life too?!” you semi-yelled.

Iida remained his cool, “I am your boss, and you being distracted is not proper etiquette for work.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh yeah? Is it because you prefer having me around to boss around? To make yourself feel higher up? Is that right, SIR?” he spat the honorific loudly.

“Y/N.”

“You want me to say it again? Fine. You bastard. Bastard. You piece of shit bastard.” you continued, his brows furrowed as you continued cursing him out.

“Y/N. I think you’re forgetting who your boss is, you’re forgetting I’m the one who takes care of you, and if I say stay away from Midoriya, you stay away. You understand?” his voice stern as his finger tapped his table.

“And why-”

“It’s a simple question, Y/N. You answer with a “Yes, sir.” or a “No, sir.” And clearly there’s only one right answer to this. Now, let’s try again. You will stay away from Midoriya because I say so. Do you understand?”

You stayed quiet from a while. He’s never been like this to you. But it would be a lie if you said you didn’t like the way he’s a bit mean to you, maybe it’s cause you were a little masochistic. And it would also be a lie if you said you didn’t want to see where this would go.

He stared at you for a moment, taking in your expression. He stood up from his chair, “Alright, seems like you didn’t hear we well. Let me move a bit closer.”

Walking over to you, he looked down at you, staring you down. “Do you understand, Y/N?” his voice was soft but bold. You break eye contact and look to the side, your brows furrowed in anger.

Quickly, he takes you by the waist and carries you on his shoulder with one arm, his other arm tossing everything off his table, who cares if they break, he can just buy more. The cold table send you to a shiver even with the cotton barrier between you, he looks down at you, his eyes dark, “I am quite disappointed at you, Y/N. You used to be so good for me, but maybe it’s my fault. Was I too nice?” his hands gripped your arms tightly against the hard wood.

“Sir, I think we can talk this out.” You said, your legs in between his.

“Talk it out? Sweetheart, YOU were the one who called me a fucking bastard, right?” he leaned down to your ear level. Goosebumps filled your body as he whispered. “How ‘bout you fuck this bastard, hm?” His lips pressed up against yours as you whimpered from the sudden action, but melted into each other as a few seconds has passed. Once you both parted, a harsh slap made your face sting. “You haven’t answered me, whore.” he grabbed your chin harshly, pulling you up to his face. “You’re mine, Y/N.” A growl left his lips.

“Yes, sir.” A lump in your throat was obvious when you said that, but he was content.

“Very good, baby. Oh my, you’re breathing quite heavily, are you hot? Let me take care of that for you.” He pressed his lips on yours as your clothes were ripped away from your body, exposing the cold air in his office. Your breathing didn’t calm down though, as his hands roamed around your body. Your underwear were the only ones left covering your body from the beast. “So pretty. So precious. And all for me.” Iida said in between kisses, he pulled you up from the table, not breaking your kiss. Your bra was unclasped and your breasts spilled out and heaved with every heavy breath you take. Immediately, he palmed your breasts, taking in the softness of them. Each pinch and grope sent your body into a shudder. Your nipples hardening in an instant, and so was the dent in his pants.

The shock came when he pulled you by the hair and onto the ground. His dick strained against his zipper, he didn’t need to take it out for anyone to see the outline against his trousers. Discarding his belt and unzipping his zipper and button, his cock sprung out, almost scaring you with the length, and more importantly, his girth. God, it was like a hefty bottle of water, veins popping out in a few sides. “Let’s use that bitchy mouth of yours.” Thick fingers wrapped around your hair as he pulled you closer to his throbbing dick, his breathing heavy as yours were.

“Say thank you now.” He chuckled as you started sucking the tip, but not long after, he pushed the rest of it into your mouth. You choked, trying your best to breathe.

He pulled out of your mouth, bending down to give you a small peck in the forehead. “Let’s try again, shall we?” He leaned by his table. You paced yourself as you went back and forth on his cock, but it was useless as he laced his hands once again on your hair and held your head still, he thrust his hips up and fucked himself on your mouth.

A deep moan escaped both of your lips as he pulled out.

“Good girl, took me so well. Didn’t choke this time, right?” He bent down to your level as you struggled to catch your breath, he picked you up by the waist and sat you down on the edge of his table, his lips slammed against yours again, his fingers looping at the fabric of your underwear. In one smooth motion, he removed the remaining fabric off your body and tucked your panty neatly in his pocket.

He didn’t waste time to stick a finger into your wet fold, a whimpered moan was muffled under your kiss. You pushed your hands on his shoulders, overwhelmed with the sudden stimulation, your thighs squeezing on his hand. You had a moment of relaxation as he pulled away from your cunt, his fingers sticky and wet, to spread your legs wide for him.

“No no, baby. Open wide for me.” he laughed as you kissed, his lips leaving yours and moving down to your neck, feeding you a new sensation.

As your moans have nothing to block them anymore, your hands cover your mouth as he continued to push two fingers into your sopping wet pussy. Immediately after hearing your moans muffle, his free hand traps both of your wrists as he lays you down onto the table, your hands on top of your head.

It didn’t take long for you to start shaking as you feel a knot in your stomach grow, your back arching from the three fingers he used to abuse your cunt.

“S-Sir, I-” You began to plead but you received a slap in the face.

“No. Hold it.” His voice dark and deep commanded you to keep it together, your legs quivered as he curled his fingers inside of you.

But, alas, you didn’t listen.

Euphoria rained on you as you released your orgasm, your whimpered cries were heard until the pleasure died down. But not for long.

A harsh sting on your sensitive area was felt, by instinct your legs closed but was immediately held open. “You slut.” the degrading words left your boss’s mouth. Repeated slaps on your cunt made your eyes water, the overstimulation and pain sends shocks all over your body. “I told you…to hold it. Can’t follow simple instructions? Hm?” he said as he continued to strike at your slit.

“Sir- Please…no more! Can’t- Ngh!” stammers and slurs left your mouth as a second knot began forming in your stomach.

He scoffed, displeased. “Did you wish Midoriya to do this to you? Did you fuck yourself thinking of him? This disgusting dirty cunt needs to be cleaned. If you want him to fuck you good, we have to train it, right?” he spit on his hand before striking you once again. It didn’t take long for your legs to shiver and your back to arch as his pace quickened. You felt his hot breath on your wet cunt as he kissed and sucked on your aching folds. Even with his hand no longer gripping on your wrists, your hands remained above you.

You took a moment to catch your breath, breathing heavily. Your eyesight blurry from the orgasms you just had. You heard messing with the pants he discarded earlier and a small crinkle. It didn’t take you a moment to think before before gasping as the tip of his cock entered, stretching you out.

“Shh, shh. You can do it. Come on, sweetheart.” He whispered sweetly, as if he wasn’t just torturing you a moment back. Your hands fell to the side of your head, his hands interlocked with yours as he pushes into you.

“Please-”

“Don’t forget your manners when I fuck that dignity off of you.” Iida groaned as he finally bottomed out. Or at least tried to, there was still 1 or 2 inches that didn’t fit. ****His lips fell to yours again, swallowing your moans as you adjusted to his size. He dragged his kiss down to your neck and sucked your supple skin, marking what was his. Your moans grew loud as he started moving, slow then fast.

“That’s it, slut. You’re so good for me.” he slammed into you, your arousal coating his cock. Each time he pushed deep inside you, a bulge formed onto your skin. His hand parted from yours to place your legs on his shoulders, giving him more access to your sweet spot. Moans mixed with cries as he kissed your cervix. He groaned, your tight pussy wrapping around him as if you were made specially for him, and only him.

You became more sensitive as it continued, which is why you felt his dick twitch. His breath hitched and started panting. The knot in your stomach was threatening to unwind and release, you tried your best to hold it in to avoid the punishment from earlier.

“Cum with me. Ngh, come on, baby.” he groaned, his slicked hair now drooping down, messy. Your hands flew to his back, nails digging deep as his pace quickened. He muffled his groans by biting on your shoulder as he emptied his load inside of you, or at least within the barrier of latex, still inside of you. You started to spasm from around him and teary pleasured cries left your lips. “Fuck, you’re so good. That’s it.” he smiled as you shivered and your back arched. He pulled out, his condom getting stuck halfway and pulling off of him, the cum leaking out of it.

He stood back, a little mesmerized with the sight, you laid out on his table, completely under his control, leaking out his cum. “Y/N. Talk to me, sweetheart. Ready to answer me?” he panted, picking up a box of wet wipes from the floor and pulling a few pieces out.

“Yes, sir. I’m yours. All yours, sir. All yours.” you murmured, your voice choked out and drunk.

He laughed a little, picked up your sore leg and resting it on his shoulder. The wipe glided through your sensitive slit, making you hiss. “Shhh, you’re fine, you’re fine. Sorry about your…ahem…blouse.” He stared at the ripped up clothes on the floor. “I can buy you new ones. But for now, I’ll have to drive you home, okay, baby?”

You had no problems with that.

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benevolentpeach · 2 years ago

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Home Is Where You Are

(Pro-Hero Deku x F!Reader)

WARNINGS⚠️‼️: Slight Teasing, Cursing, Being Alone, Sad Thoughts, Abandonment Issues

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Alone.

Again.

Something you'd grown quite used to over the years since getting together with your hero boyfriend Izuku.

You really shouldn't have expected anything else considering he was the new Symbol of Peace, hero work was of utmost importance to him, you understood that yes, but..

It seemed he never had just one moment for you anymore.

But again, you knew what you were getting into when you got together with him.

His job would always come before you, that was something you accepted a long time ago.

He would always come home from work, eat, shower if he had the energy, and then fall asleep without giving you so much as a goodnight kiss.

At first you thought nothing of it, that kind of work would tire anyone out.

But as the days droned on, they soon turned into weeks, then months, then a year.

An entire year of him coming home from work only to eat, shower, sleep, and then wake up just to do it all over again.

At this point you were questioning whether or not he even had feelings for you anymore, but you never bothered to ask, too afraid that you might be right.

Tonight you had a plan.

You had an idea to have a romantic date, just the two of you, no hero work, no stacks of paperwork to fill out, just you, him, and a night full of movies and food.

You'd hoped this plan would work..

The familiar sound of keys jangling outside your front door alerted you immediately and a small smile crept onto your face, rushing to the door to open it.

Once you got the door open, there stood your fluffy haired boyfriend, the same blank expression on his face that he'd always come home with.

You were by far way shorter than him by comparison, so he had to look down at you to even see you in front of him.

"Welcome home my love! I have something I want to talk to you about!" You squealed, a small giggle escaping your lips as you tried your best to contain your excitement.

A small smile made its way to his face, but something about it seemed forced, almost like he didn't want to.

Ignoring your intrusive thought, you stepped to the side to let him in, closing the door and locking it behind him once he made it through.

"You've been really busy with work lately.. It seems you never have a day off to yourself so I decided to plan a weekend for just the two of us!"

His movement ceased, head dropping down low as if he were ashamed of something, but instead of saying anything, it was silent.

Now you were beginning to get nervous, maybe he really had lost feelings for you, maybe he just got tired of you but didn't want to hurt your feelings."

"I planned a movie marathon.. Remember when I told you I'd never seen Star Wars and you flipped out saying we were gonna watch them together? Well, I bought the entire saga earlier this week and thought maybe this weekend we could sit down and watch the entirety of it."

He still didn't speak, but he had resumed untying his boots so he could take them off.

"I'll even make some of your favorite foods! It's been awhile since we had anything homemade so I went to the grocery store as well to-"

"I can't."

Your heart sank deep into your chest.

"What..?" You barely muttered.

"I said I can't, Y/N." His tone was bitter and harsh, almost as if he were annoyed he had to repeat himself.

You took a step back, bewildered at his response, all the anger and frustration you'd bottled up from the way he'd been treating you, finally boiling over.

"I expected as much from someone who can't even give his girlfriend a simple fucking kiss goodnight." You spat harshly.

He turned to look at you with wide eyes, as if he were surprised with your outburst, then just as quickly as the shock came, it left, replaced with anger and frustration.

"You know I've been busy Y/N, hero work isn't easy, I told you that when we first got together, you seemed perfectly fine with it before." His voice was lower than usual, his bangs now covering his eyes.

"Too busy to say hello to me when you come home? Too busy to tell me you're okay? Too busy to at LEAST give me a kiss before you fall asleep? How do you think I feel in this situation?! Have you ever honestly stopped to think, 'Hey, maybe I should at least tell my girlfriend I'm okay and not dead'."

Things were starting to heat up between the two of you, yeah sure the two of you got into small arguments in the past, but this one was different, this one was bound to leave a mark.

Although you couldn't see his eyes, his mouth was still visible, his tell was when he'd bite his lower lip. He only ever did so when he was confused, angry, or anxious, and right now he seemed more angry if anything.

"I don't have the energy to deal with this right now Y/N, just drop it, we'll talk about it later."

Like hell you were going to drop it!

"No!" You shouted, body beginning to tremble softly.

"You never seem to have the energy to do anything with me anymore! All you know how to do now is work, eat, shower, and sleep! When was the last time you even acknowledged me or touched me?"

He didn't answer, biting down on his lip much harsher than before.

A small pitiful chuckle left your lips as you stood up straight and wrapped your arms around your body tightly, hugging yourself for comfort.

"You don't have an answer, do you.. I don't even feel like I have a boyfriend anymore, just a roommate that I don't associate myself with.. That's how alone I've been." Your voice was beginning to tremble as you spoke, body now trembling more noticeably.

Your tough exterior was starting to crumble slowly, pieces of it being torn away from your body like broken glass in a fresh wound.

Each piece that crumbled sent searing pain throughout your body like venom, it was agonizing.

"Y/N I-"

"I'm the one talking right now! For once can you please just hear me! Listen to me!"

Your pleads seemed successful, as he slowly closed his mouth and stared at the floor.

"I know very well what I signed up for when I agreed to be with you Izuku Midoriya. Don't you ever think for one second that I didn't." You spat, gritting your teeth harshly.

Finally he looked up at you again, pupils dilating upon hearing you use his full name.

"The thing is.. I know what I fell in love with.. WHO I fell in love with, and that's not you anymore, you've grown distant and cold, you've left me alone with my thoughts every single day for an entire year, and now I'm stuck wondering if you even love me anymore."

Really, you didn't want to cry, especially not in front of him. You didn't want to be seen as weak for crying over something so simple when you knew others had it much worse than you.

But with each word that left your mouth as you talked to him, hearing yourself finally admit everything you'd been feeling outloud, you found that task to be quite difficult.

"I'm stuck wondering whether or not I'm even worthy of your touch, eyes, your love, anything from you.. I'm stuck wondering if one day you'll come home and tell me you no longer love me."

The pain and anguish you'd been feeling for months was starting to really catch up to you, tears brimming your eyes as you hoped he would finally hear you.

"I've been so utterly alone, even when you're around, and it shouldn't be like that.. I know hero work isn't easy, I know your job requires your full attention, but I wasn't the one that approached you for a relationship." You glanced up at him through teary eyes, trying to cover your pain with a smile.

"I've been so alone I've started to actually think about packing everything and just leaving without telling you, because even if I did tell you, I feel like you wouldn't care, you'd just stay silent like you are now."

It had been a long time since you'd felt like this, abandoned, like there was no one else in the world that cared about you, that you were just alone to face everything head on.

Izuku had told you of his past, keeping certain parts out that you were curious about, but had respected his privacy enough not to dig deeper.

Everything about how people constantly bullied him and doubted him because he wanted to become a hero, despite him being quirkless.

He told you how he felt in those times, how alone and trapped he felt, coming close to giving up on his dream when his idol basically told him it wasn't possible for him to become a hero without a quirk.

He KNEW what loneliness felt like, he KNEW what abandonment felt like, so why..?

Why was he treating you the same way he was treated back then..

Your bottom lip began to tremble as you stared at him painfully awaiting his reply. At this point you were desperate for him to say something, anything, but he'd gone completely silent, bottom lip stuck between his top teeth harshly.

A short pitiful laugh escaped your lips when the silence had gone on for far too long, and a simple smile appeared. "Goodbye Izuku." Was all you said before grabbing your phone and walking out the door.

He didn't try to stop you, he didn't even call out for you.. He did..

Nothing...

Yep, just as you'd suspected, he'd lost feelings for you a long time ago.

He might've thought it was better to stick around and not say anything because he didn't want to hurt you, but this.. This was far worse than just telling you upfront how he felt.

***Later that evening***

"I'd say just give him some time to think things over Y/N, honestly I think this argument between the two of you was a good thing all things considered."

"I don't mean to sound like I've lost all hope for our relationship Kiri, but like I said before, an entire year without him even so much as glancing in my direction just makes me think he doesn't love me anymore." You sighed, staring blankly at your black phone screen.

You'd left the house in such a hurry that you hadn't realized you had no destination, so here you were now, spending the night with Kirishima and Bakugou who were supposed to be strategizing for a big mission they had coming up.

"Quit your bitching about the damn nerd already, it's starting to piss me off! Why are you even here pestering us about your stupid relationship anyway?!"

Kiri let out a dramatic sigh and mouthed for you not to listen to the raging blond in the next room over.

"He's a little on edge right now, always gets like this when we have an important mission coming up, just don't pay any mind to him alright?" He tried reassuring you, patting your back lightly.

But.. Honestly, Bakugou was right.

You shouldn't of been here, you knew the two of them were also busy, but still asked to come spend the night because of your own selfishness.

No matter where you went lately, you felt like an intruder, like all you were doing was getting in the way of people that had more important things to do than sit around listening to your relationship problems.

"Y/N..?"

Kiri's soft, worried tone snapped you out of your thoughts, only for you to realize that your body was beginning to tremble, and silent tears were now dripping onto your blank phone screen carelessly.

"I.. Love him.." You muttered out hopelessly, setting your phone down and bringing your hands close to your face.

"Even now.. As angry as I am, I still love him.. I want.." You paused, sniffling quietly as you tried to hold back the waterworks.

Bakugou had since poked his head into the doorway of the living room, a somewhat blank expression on his face as he silently listened to your struggles.

Kirishima desperately wanted to help you, but when Bakugou had shook his head no, he stayed put, red irises staring at your breaking exterior.

"..I so desperately want things to get better.. I really do, when I got with him.. I told my mom and dad that he was the one I wanted to marry someday.. To have a family with, grow old with.. But now.."

That was it, the last piece of your wall had finally shattered..

A broken sob emitted from your trembling form as you tried your best to continue.

"Now it seems like everything is being torn away from me, I don't know what to do, I feel so lost!"

"I want to go home, I want to go home to him because he makes me feel safe, before any of this happened he'd been the first person to make me feel safe, the first person to make me forget all the bad things and replace them with good.. I just.. He is my home and without him, I'm just lost, alone, and so scared!" The sobbing had become more violent, your voice growing hoarse as you continued to shout.

No more words came out of your mouth, if they did, they were a slew of babbled incoherent words that no one else listening could understand.

When was the last time you broke down like this..?

Matter of fact, when was the last time you broke down over loving someone..

The air was being sucked out of your lungs with every exasperated inhale you made, and it wasn't until Kirishima had his arms wrapped around you, that you realized you were trying to push him away.

"Get off of me!" You shouted in a fit of rage.

Kiri didn't let go, if anything he held onto you tighter, glancing at Bakugou with worried eyes as they both watched you thrash and jolt to get out of the crimson haired man's arms.

"I'm not letting you go until you calm down Y/N, please stop thrashing like this, I don't want to have to activate my quirk.." He muttered quietly, barely audible to your ears.

The thrashing stopped when you heard a familiar voice from where Bakugou was standing.

Whipping your head towards his direction, you noticed Bakugou had his phone in his hand, with Izuku's caller ID on the screen, the call had been going on since the beginning of your outburst.

"When did you have the time to pull your phone out dude?" Kiri asked from behind you, still hugging you, but not as tightly as before.

"Tch. It's none of your damn business shitty hair, just shut up and listen. Now that she's finally calmed down, I think it's time the two of them figure their shit out here and now. I'm not doing this back and forth bullshit." The angry blond mumbled, closing his eyes.

The room was silent for a moment, an unbearable, thick silence that twisted your gut into knots.

"Y/N, are you listening..?"

A nauseating feeling washed over you upon hearing what you had now considered to be, your ex boyfriends soft tone of voice.

Just the way he called your name.. It was the same way as when the two of you got together, and it pained you.

"Answer him ya crybaby! We aren't gonna sit around all night!"

"Hey man, give her some time to process, you of all people should know how meltdowns work." Kiri patronized, finally letting go of you.

The blond rolled his eyes and let out a deep, frustrated sigh, before shooting a threatening glance in your direction.

"I'm listening.." You almost whispered, thinking Izuku hadn't heard you.

"Did you mean it?"

What did he mean by that?

You got so worked up you said things you never would've said if you had been in a better state of mind. Sometimes it was things you'd regret, or things you'd find too embarrassing to admit out loud.

Finally it clicked in your head.

He was talking about what you'd said earlier in regards to your feelings for him.

But you wanted to play stupid, just to hear him repeat what you said.

"What do you mean by that.."

Bakugou looked as if he wanted to intervene and call you out on your blatantly obvious bullshit, but instead, he sighed again and rubbed his temple in agitation.

"Did you mean it when you said you wanted to marry me, have a family, and grow old together..? Did you mean it when you said I was your home.. Your safe place..?" His tone had shifted dramatically, now it sounded as if he were on the verge of crying.

You shot a questioning glance at Kiri, who had been silent throughout the entire conversation, silently pleading with your eyes on what you should say.

It wasn't that you didn't mean every word you said, you just didn't want to give the freckled man even more of a reason to dislike you, if he didn't already..

"Tell him how you really feel Y/N. Things will work out more smoothly if you're open and honest with your feelings. If the two of you are going to be in a relationship, that's one thing you have to understand. Communication is very important, and that goes for you too Midoriya." The last part was a little louder so the man on the other side of the phone could hear him loud and clear.

Looking away from Kiri, you took a deep breath, telling yourself that everything would be okay, even if things went horribly wrong.

"I meant every word Zuku. You of all people should know that I don't lie or mess around when it comes to someone else's feelings."

The trembling in your body finally died down, patiently awaiting the man’s response from the other end of the call.

Although you were still nervous of what might happen..

Right now, there were two options.

One: Things could go terribly wrong and you’ll end up single, and going back to your old job as a waitress for some shitty restaurant downtown, or..

Two: He’d accept your feelings and everything would be fine, normal.. Well at least what you described as "normal".

Kirishima had nudged you a little with his elbow, stealing your attention from the phone call temporarily.

"I'm proud of you for telling him how you really feel, good job Y/N." His shark tooth smile lit up your entire world.

You didn't have many friends. But you were grateful for the ones you did have, after all, you probably wouldn't of been able to speak your mind if it weren't for these two.

"Thanks man.. I really wouldn't of been able to do this if it weren't for you and angry pom-pom over there."

"EXCUSE ME?! WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" The angry blond in question snarled, gripping his phone so tight his knuckles turned white.

"Kacchan, calm down please.. I have to say something to Y/N." Bakugou sighed in annoyance, muttering some smart words under his breath about the greenette on the other end, making a quiet giggle escape past your lips.

"Y/N, if you don't mind.. I'd like for you to come home so we can continue this conversation in a more.. Private setting, I really don't want Kacchan and Kirishma butting into our private life.." Izuku's voice was shaky and uncertain, he was still getting used to sticking up for himself.

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck before placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, a reassuring smile doting his lips as he nodded his head in agreement.

"Go home and talk it out, just remember to keep your cool and be honest, don't hold back, but don't be a jerk about it." The last bit was rushed, as if he'd thought you wouldn't be civil about it.

In all honesty you didn't blame him for thinking that, considering you did blow up on your greenette boyfriend before he could even get a word in earlier in the day.

The two of you exchanged quick hugs.

It kinda sucked that you weren't very used to friendly interactions with people, it had been awhile since you'd gotten a hug from anyone really, so the warm tight embrace from the manly man really made you feel better than before.

As you gathered your things and headed towards the door, you paused, turning around to give the slightly ticked off blond a soft smile.

"Thank you Katsuki."

"Tch. I didn't do anything ya damn crybaby." He retorted, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

"You did though. You helped me, both of you did, and for that I am forever grateful.." You opened the door, stepping outside into the cool midnight breeze, inhaling the crisp scent of the autumn wind.

"I couldn't of asked for better friends.. If you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to just show up or text me, you're always welcome wherever I am."

*Back at Home*

You hadn't been nervous the entire time you were on your way back home, but now.. As you stood at the door of the place you'd believed not even 2 hours ago was no longer your home, it was like something in your gut was tossing and turning like an uncalm sea.

The doorknob was mere inches away from your hand, yet you couldn't muster up the strength to actually touch it. You were frozen in time to say the least.

What if things don't go well..

What if everything goes wrong..

I'll have nowhere to go, I won't know what to do..

Why am I so nervous???

You thought to yourself, trying to gather up enough courage to turn the doorknob.

Taking a deep breath in, you closed your eyes and reached for the doorknob, then exhaled quickly, but before you could turn the knob, the door opened.

"Y/N?" Hearing his voice so close to yours just made you want to break down in his arms.. He sounded so worried and broken.

Opening your eyes again, you were shocked at what was before you.

He was crying..

Although the tears fell silently, although he wiped his eyes to discard the evidence of his hurt, you stood still in the doorway in shock.

"Y/N I.." He fell to his knees and covered his freckled face with the palms of his hands, a quiet sniffle protruding from his mouth. "Please don't go.." He sobbed.

The hands once covering his face, were now snaking through his hair, grabbing hold to tiny unkempt tufts.

You were at a complete loss for words. Despite all the confidence you left Kiri's place with, you really couldn't find the right thing to say to the unwinding man in front of you.

Even though you couldn't speak, you acted, reaching your hands out to cup the sides of his face softly, but when his crying didn't cease, you knelt down low beside him and told him to open his eyes.

With a little hesitation, the freckled hero opened his eyes which were puffy and red from all the crying he'd been doing, emerald irises staring into your loving E/C ones.

You took this moment to really admire every freckle that dotted your lovers face like constellations, each one having a different beauty to it than the next. You thought back to when you used to trace invisible lines on his back to see which constellations you could scrounge up.

He thought you were silly for doing such a thing, but nevertheless, he'd stay firmly planted on his tummy, allowing you to lightly trace his back.

His bright shining emerald irises also held a special place in your heart. You couldn't count the many times you'd gotten lost in them while doing something important.

And his lips... He had a scar over his upper lip, which he'd had since you'd met him. He told you he'd gotten it fighting Shigaraki a long time ago, same with other scars that littered his tan skin everywhere you looked.

Without much thought, you lightly traced your thumb over the scar, watching as his lips slightly parted upon feeling the gentle touch.

"I always worry about you.. These scars are a constant reminder to me that I'll wake up one day and you won't be here.." You muttered, hoping he hadn't heard you.

A calloused hand touched the side of your face, before a gentle thumb slid beneath your eye. It was at this moment that you realized you were crying again.

"You never check in with me anymore.. I spent so many nights wondering if you were going to come home or if that front door would never open.. I'm scared to lose you Zuku.." You shamelessly admitted, leaning your forehead on his own.

Thinking back to what Kiri had advised you to do before you left, you opened your mouth to continue to express how you felt, but before a word came out of your mouth, you were stopped by a gentle kiss to the cheek.

Sure you'd received plenty of cheek kisses from him in the past, but it'd been an entire year since you'd last had one, that the action felt almost foreign to you.

"I love you Y/N, I really really do. I know I haven't been treating you right for a long time and I have no one else to blame but myself for that.. You've constantly gone out of your way to make things better for me, and despite how I have been treating you, you've stayed.. You've tried to help me, you haven't given up on me.." His head lowered after realizing what he'd said.

Although he didn't say it outloud, you could tell he felt extremely guilty about the past year, his eyes told on him.

"I've treated you so horribly Y/N, so the real question is.. Why have you continued to support me and stay by my side despite everything..? Why do you continue to feel love towards me when I haven't even shown an ounce to you for an entire year..?"

The pain in his voice broke your heart. You hadn't heard him sound this upset for a long time.

But..

He had a good question..

"Come on Zuku, the answer to that question is so blatantly obvious.."

Nuzzling a hand underneath his chin, you lifted it up so he was looking directly at you once again.

"I want an honest answer Y/N, I-" He paused and averted his gaze momentarily, as if he were struggling to figure out what to say next, before finally gazing in your direction once again. "I-I want to hear you say it!" He shouted, clearly embarrassed that he was practically demanding you tell him what he wanted to hear.

You couldn't help but smile gently at your shy, dorky boyfriend, letting go of his chin to pinch the bridge of his nose lightly.

"I'm proud of you for telling me what you want instead of staying silent. I'd rather you tell me these things instead of wallowing in misery y'know." You joked, ruffling his hair a bit.

It was at this moment that the two of you had grown silent, eyes gazing into one another's as if they were endless oceans under the starry night sky.

But just as quickly as the silence came, it went..

"It's because I love you Izuku. I knew for a long time that I loved you, even before you asked me out. Back when we were still best buds in college.. Which might sound weird coming out now, but it's the truth-" The lovesick look in his eyes made you feel warm and light as you tried your best to continue pouring your heart out to him. If you were being honest, instead of talking, you just wanted to kiss him..

But Kiri was right about communication being important in a relationship, so you fought the urge and let out a content sigh.

"You're my home, my happiness, you made me feel loved when no one else did, and for that, I will always love you. You and I both know how it feels to be alone and scared, and as much as I know you probably deserved my leave, I stayed.. Because I couldn't allow myself to make you go through that again.. I know hero work can be time consuming and dangerous, I know it's even more difficult for you because you're number one, and I can never hold your own duties against you-" You leaned forward a bit, touching your forehead to his once again and closing your eyes peacefully.

"You're a hero to the world, and a hero to me Zuku. You're smart, stubborn, kindhearted, and dorky, but you'll always be mine as long as you'll allow it.."

The amount of love you had for this man was absolutely ridiculous. A long history of bad relationships and friendships made you think that there was simply no one out there for you, losing all the hope you had left in your heart and soul.

Once you'd actively stopped seeking out companionship, regardless of relationship or friendship matters, that's when the greenette stumbled into your life and changed everything.

Really..

You hadn't expected to fall for him so quickly and easily. The invisible wall you'd built to prevent people from coming and going into your life as they pleased, had been knocked down the moment you realized you were in love.

"This might sound crazy, but I remember the exact moment I realized I wanted you to be my forever person.." The words came out of your mouth so naturally, like the confidence you'd had before was resurfacing.

Izuku leaned his head even closer to your own, looking deep into your eyes as if to urge you to continue.

"I was really sick. Like.. Stomach flu sick.. I didn't attend classes for an entire week because I was too busy puking my guts out. Of course wonderboy over here was worried sick about me within the first few minutes of me not being in class as per usual."

"Wonderboy? Since when do you call me that?" Izuku teased, running a hand through your hair gently.

"I've always called you that, just not outloud.. I was too embarrassed.." You admitted, a light chuckle following suit.

For a moment you hesitated to finish sharing your memory, believing that it was too cheesy and stupid, but when Izuku pleaded with his eyes for you to continue, you swallowed your embarrassment and carried on.

"When you randomly showed up at my apartment, I was surprised to say the least.. Not to mention embarrassed as hell because I looked like absolute garbage, and felt like it too."

The playful glare your boyfriend gave you after saying this was almost enough to make you laugh, but you resisted the urge.

*Flashback *

"Izuku?"

"Y/N! I was so worried about you! You weren't answering any of my texts or calls, you didn't show up to class at all, I thought something bad happened to you!" Izuku shouted, concern and worry shrouding his eyes.

A frustrated sigh left your lips, as you rolled your eyes dramatically. "I'm sick Midoriya, I was either sleeping or becoming best buds with the toilet bowl for the past two hours, I promise there's nothing for you to worry about, I'll get better soon." As you were beginning to close the door in his face, he wedged his foot in between the door, preventing you from returning to your comfortable bed.

"Y/N, I'm still worried about you, you know how many people die from being sick a year? The stomach flu no less? 34,157 people."

That seemed to get you to open the door.

"Yeah and? I've been sick like this before, I'll be fine Midoriya, now please go back to class, I really don't want you to get into any trouble, nor do I want to get you sick." You could feel your stomach begin to grow uneasy again, so you were trying to get him to leave quickly, but no matter how hard you tried to convince him that you'd be fine, he wouldn't budge.

Once your stomach had gotten worse, you finally decided to let him in, before speeding to the bathroom, only to regurgitate violently.

You hadn't had time to lock the bathroom door, let alone shut it, so when the first wave washed over, you were met face to face with the greenette, who looked more worried than anything.

"How many times have you done this today?" He quipped, leaning against the doorframe nonchalantly.

"Why does it matter?" Your head lurched forward again for what seemed to be the 5th time that day, groaning once you'd finished the second wave.

A sigh left the man's mouth as he walked over to you, grabbing your hair and putting it into a ponytail with the hair tie he had on his wrist.

"You're stubborn when you're sick." Was all he said as he gently rubbed your back in small circles to try and help you feel better.

You attempted to laugh, but coughed, a gravelly sigh leaving you instead. "Look, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself Midoriya, I'm not being stubborn, I'm just telling you that I don't need your help."

After your stomach had finally emptied out all of its contents, Midoriya instructed you to take a cold shower, to which you reluctantly listened.

He'd disappeared after grabbing you a clean towel and a fresh set of pajamas, leaving you to your shower.

Cleaning yourself off, and letting the cool water roll down your overheated face, thoughts began to swirl around in your head.

Wondering why Izuku of all people would rather be here taking care of you and making sure you were okay, instead of attending class.

Wondering why he sounded so worried and concerned about your health, despite only being friends with you for a few months.

Everything going on right now was confusing you. Maybe it was because you were sick, but you had the feeling it was genuine confusion. You weren't used to people caring about you the way he did.

After your shower, you'd gotten dressed and brushed your teeth, trying to get rid of the nasty taste in your mouth, before making your way back into your living room.

"You feeling any better?"

Ignoring his question, you plopped down onto the couch, grabbing the remote to turn the TV on.

"Y/N I asked-"

"Why are you doing this for me?" You cut in before he could finish.

The silence that filled the room after that, was so thick, not even the usual hustle and bustle of the cars outside of your apartment complex could be heard.

Maybe you shouldn't of come off as ungrateful, that's not how you wanted it to go at all.. You chalked it all up to being confused.

"Why even ask something like that." It came off as more of a statement than a question, his tone had completely changed.

"Because I genuinely want to know why you even care about me. We've only been friends for a few months Midoriya, out of everyone you could've picked to be your friend, you decided to pick me, the one who no one wants to be friends with, let alone associate with because of the rumors being spread about me. So let me ask you again-"

You looked up at him, finally meeting his stern emerald irises.

"Why are you doing this for me, Izuku Midoriya."

For a moment his mouth opened and closed rhythmically, as if he were trying to find the right words to say.

When he lifted his gaze to you once again, his eyes held a fondness you'd seen before.

The same kind of fondness they held when he talked about how cool all of his peers quirks were.

The same fondness they held when he reminisced about his days at UA high.

The fondness you'd realized weaved it's way around your broken heart and helped to slowly heal it with tender love and care.

"Ever since I was young, I wanted to grow up to be just like AllMight. I wanted to save people, become a hero, and do it all with a smile-" He paused and glanced at the scars that littered his open palms, before curling them up into a fist and smiling.

"I don't care who someone is, or what kind of danger they're in, I'm going to attain my dream of becoming a hero by saving everyone that needs it. Since you're my friend Y/N, I value you. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't help you even when you thought you didn't need it."

"So let me take care of you and help you feel better.. Please.. Will you allow me to take another step towards my dream by helping you recover?"

This was the very moment you realized you'd fallen again, even after telling yourself you weren't going to for a long time.

And it wasn't his want to help you recover, no..

His determination, his willpower, the eagerness to attain his dreams was what made you fall, wanting to help you recover was just the cherry on top.

~End Flashback~

"From that moment on, I knew I'd fallen in love with you. The fire in your eyes as you spoke about your hopes and dreams, drew me in. Everything about you from then on just made me smile and realize that I was so lucky to have you by my side." You stared up at the night sky, the fond smile on your face growing as you went on.

"You helped me realize a lot of things about myself, the world, others, and your determination inspired me to find my own. Like I said before Izuku, you're a hero to the world, but a hero to me as well, and for that, I can't even begin to tell you how grateful I am."

Turning around to face him once again, you were immediately pulled forward, right cheek flush against his chest as he held the back of your head tenderly.

"Thank you.." Was all you heard from above you, cheek still pressed firmly against his chest.

You wanted to ask him 'What for?' But it seemed he'd anticipated your question, answering without you muttering a single word.

"For loving me, supporting me, sticking with me through everything, despite everything you have been there to cheer me on.. I thought for sure.. Tonight would be the night I lost you forever.. I was scared.. I hurt you and I want to make it up to you in any way I can.." He tilted your chin so you were looking up at him now, the moonlight reflecting off of your watering eyes as the two of you stared lovingly at one another for what seemed like eons.

There was no thought that popped into your head, no hesitant feeling as you felt your body move on its own, leaning up to kiss the man in front of you. The one you called home, the one you called yours...

When your lips finally collided with one another, that same electric spark you felt when kissing him for the first time, hit your body at full force, and the only thing you cared about in this moment, was him, the way he tasted, the way he felt, the way he so lovingly kissed you back with more passion and love than you'd ever experienced before.

His lips were so soft, almost like fluffy pillows against your own.

He tasted like mint, which made you lean in even more.

You missed this..

You missed him..

The tenderness of the kiss soon disappated, his soft plush lips leaving your own to trail light feathery kisses from your chin, all the way down to the soft supple flesh of your neck.

"I love you.. So so much Izuku.." You whispered, leaning your head back so he could continue showering you in soft kisses.

You were crying again, but this time.. It was from joy.. The simple joy of being so close to the man you loved, feeling his tender kisses against your warm skin, his messy green tufts tickling your nose just a little.

"I love you too Y/N.. I always have and always will.." He muttered against your neck, before refocusing on showering you in kisses.

An intimate, vulnerable moment like this, one you haven't shared with him in awhile, was enough for you.

It was then you realized..

You were finally back home.

#anime #mha #bnha deku #izuku mydoria #mha fluff #izuku x reader #izuku x reader fluff #izuku fluff #izuku angst #izuku midoriya #pro hero au #pro hero deku

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zukuist · 4 years ago

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

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tsukihime25 · 3 years ago

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Midoriya x Blk Reader

Pariring: Izuki Mirodiya x blk fed reader. Aged up Characters.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, nsfw, sex, creampie, cursing, masturbation, fingering, squirting, slight choking.

Hey everyone is this is my first fanfic EVER! I am terrible as this, but I want to be getter so please let me know what you think. I had been sitting thinking Deku punk ass and been invading my personal space. Please tell me what you guys think. I apologize for any grammatical errors. If I get better, I plan to branch out to her series. Enjoy everyone!

If you ever had a moment where you sat there looking dumb and lost. Bitch today was that fucking day. You have known Izuku Midoriya for the better half of your life from meeting him back in the good old UA days to attending college and becoming pro heroes. Izuku and you have always been friends? Is that what you want to call it? I mean he always the little muttering crybaby Izuku in your eyes. Ya hung out in the same circle, teamed up when both of ya’ll agencies called for it. So when ya agreed to be roommates you did not think anything of it. You figured it would be perfect. Peaceful, serene, quiet...

“Ahhh fuck Izuki, I’m gonna cum!”

Your eyes were wide like saucers as you stared up at your ceiling. The paper-thin walls did nothing to hide the groans moans and whimpers coming from your roommate's room. That bitch was loud and from the was screaming you would have thought Izuku was making her see the holy spirit. Wait was that Momo? Oh hell no. You sat up from you bed gritting your teethe. You weren’t in any shape or form a salty bitch but dick was sounding real good right now and the way his bed was shaking you was starting to think Izuku had the holy grail between his legs.

The moans silenced down, and you hear his door open up, of course your noisy ass cracked open your door just enough to see what was going on. You saw Momo fully clothed heading out the door. Izuku walked right behind her walking her out in nothing but sweatpants that hung deliciously low on his waist.

Hold up hoe, when did Izuku start looking like THAT. You watched the whole damn scene. From her fake ass just got dick giggles, to him smacking her ass as she left out the door. Soon as he went to close and lock the front door you decided to walk out you room pretending to go into the kitchen for something.

Izuku turns around slightly startled not realizing you were just a few feet away,

“Y/n you scared me I’m sorry I didn’t hear you” He looked at you nervously biting his lower lip. Nigga don’t be acting shy now when you was just giving bitches the business like I didn’t just hear you.

“I just woke up and needed something to drink” No seriously because the drink you were seeing in those pants right now was making you about to act a little thirsty. You also wanted better and clearer view of his form. Defined muscles, hardened abs, wide shoulders. Your eyes traveled up and you swore you fucking saw a smirked plastered on his face and hungry dark eyes taking in your short thick curvy form, but when you blinked, he had that same stupid nervous look plastered on his.

He didn’t make an initial move to head to his room. That nigga know you know you heard all shit but you were not gonna bring that shit up. At least not yet because bitch you were still in denial.

“Well...I am going to head to bed. Good night, hopefully that water is enough to quench your thirst”

You spit out your water turning you head in his direction only for him close the door. That nigga said what?! Rinsing out your cup you head back into your room sitting back on your bed. You placed one leg over the other tapping fresh manicured nails on your knee.

Here you sat, confused, bewildered, befuddled as fuck. You must have snorted coke by accident on your last drug bust mission. Because ain’t no in hell Izuki Midorya, Nerd boy Deku was pulling bitches. No way in hell did this boy have a body count. You couldn't wrap your head around it. It had to be a joke and somewhere was a camera punking you. You laid back in your bed placing your blanket up to you neck. Shutting your eyes you try to sleep but the delicious groans of Izuku ran through your mind making the familiar wet sensation gathered between your legs.

“Fuck, are you serious?” You whispered to yourself. You wanted to ignore it. You wanted to take your ass to sleep but his voiced was etched in your ears. You knew you could out moan out scream any bitch he tried. That elephant he was hiding in his pants was enough to make your slick soak through your panties. Becoming impatient you turned over to your nightstand, pulled out one of your favorite vibrators and got to work on getting that orgasm. Low moans spilled from your mouth. His name rolled off your tongue as you pinched your nipples for extra stimulation feeling your release draw near. You were so curious so fucking eager to know what it felt like to have his cock buried deep inside of you and with that quirk he could split 7 ways to Sunday if you let him.

The thought of his cum was enough to send you over the edge, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your walls clenched tightly around your vibrator as you came undone. Once your high wore off you laid still in your bed cursing yourself for getting off to fucking Deku of all people.

Now sis, you ain’t never been the type to sweat no nigga EVER. You were never the type to act press for no dick. But this past week. You were thirstier than someone that ate 5 Popeye’s biscuits with nothing to drink. Tdoay you decided to hit the gym with the gang. You saw Izuku through the mirror of the gym. The way his arms flexed when he did pushups had you ready to go into cardiac arrest. You were just sitting there wondering what it would be like to have his arms spreading your legs apart as he pounded deep inside of you.

Apparently, you weren't the only thirsty bitch there too. All those funky hoes grinning up in his face sneaking touches on his biceps, and look at him fucking smug and chessy smiling at these hero easy ass groupies. But despite all that you were not the type to sit there mad, no girl, you got even.

Two can play that game nigga. You walked your way to the leg machine prepping to do squats. If it was one thing about you, you got an ass that made niggas want to build a shrine for it just to give offerings. So when Deku smiling ass just happened to be in eye view of that machine and you bent all the way down. They way those dumbbells dropped and shook the floor, you knew you had his ass TRAPPED.

You looked back all innocently like you didn’t do that shit on purpose. Just to catch that nigga looking a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Them no name hos became obsolete because the lust in that boy's eyes when he connected with yours you knew that he wanted to dig deep in those guts. But you know you gotta play it cool so you continued your work out right in his damn face. Petty ass hell. Oh well that’s what he gets.

When you both got home from the gym there was a long ass pregnant silence. He was staring down at the floor thinking HARD. Your ass was in the kitchen glancing at him wondering if you should say something. You peeped him on his phone. He bet not be texting one of those horse face looking hoes.

“Y/n, I’m going to go take a shower.” He didn’t even wait for your to respond. He practically ran to his room. Hand on his dick like it was fresh out the oven. There was no way in hell you were letting him waste all that cum in no fucking shower. He just needed one more push. You stripped off you pants and shirt leaving you in a thong and your sports bra

“Deku! Before you go in can you help me reach something from the kitchen” You spoke oh so innocently waiting to him to come out. Soon as he did and saw you bitch it was all over. His eyes roamed all your body. It was so silent you heard the faint whisper of “fuck” escape his lips when his eyes just stayed glued to your ass eating up that thong,

Girl it happened so fast. There you were thinking you had this nigga made, the next you were pinned to the counter bent over ass your back arched and him behind you with one hand on the back of your neck.

“I knew it, you were doing that shit on purpose. Is this wanted you wanted huh? To be bent over like this fucked until you cant’ remember you own name?” The words that were coming out his mouth did not sound like Deku, His was deep, lustful and impatient. You felt a hard hand come down on your ass making you yelp in surprise. Like bitch your knees buckled under you, and despite the sting it felt so damn good. You could feel the wentess start to seep through your thong.

“Answer me slut, You wanted this dick didn’t you? What, did you think I was some bottom? Did all the noise coming from my room make you curious. Must have since this past week I been hearing you get off you tp the thought of me in your room. Oh, how my name sound so good when you moaned it”

His cock was pressed hard on your ass cheeks, letting go of you neck he dragged hand down your body touching, squeezing and spanking you ass. He been wanting that shit since day 1 but he bided his time. Oh he wanted you to want it just as bad, So little by little he made himself just a bit more obvious when he had women over. Fucked just a bit harder every time. Made them scream just a bit louder every time until if finally caught your interest, Curiosity killed the cat but fucking dammit satisfaction was about to bring it right back.

With one had he pulled down his sweats and long and behold that nigga had no fucking boxers so thang sprung out and hit your ass full throttle. That shit has weight to it too. You looked back because shit you needed to see the damn monster and the moment you did, I mean you juices was dripping down your damn leg. It was long and THICC with two fucking uppercase C’s bitch. Your pussy started to clench with need to be impaled by it.

“Yes, I want you cock so badly” You was puddy in his hands at this point. You felt him move your thong to the side as his thick finger rubbed against your slit

“Fuck... pussy is soaking wet already?” He groaned gathering your juices on his fingers to slide on right inside your quivering cunt.

“Ahhh fuck Deku.” This thick finger was massaging your walls perfectly. He pumped his finger in and out grazing it upward when he felt that spongy spot that would send you over the edge. Your voice became high as your body shook from pleasure. He took his free hand and held your waist keeping you in place while he added another finger attacking your g-spot. Maing sure you were ready for his cock. Your juices gushed out onto his hand drenching clenching around his fingers not wanting to release them. He groaned at the feels on your walls around his fingers. Pulling them out you felt empty and impatient. You wiggled your plump fast ass on his cock trying to get so sort of friction.

“Shit”. He moaned out as another slap came down hard on your chocolate brown skin making you yelp in both pleasure and pain. “So fucking needy.. Alright I am going to give it to you. Every inch baby” Without warming he lined his cock up with you pussy pushing in until he bottomed out.

At that point all you could was lay your head on the kitchen counter and pray you remember how to breathe.

“Pussy so tight. Oh fuck.. You like the way Daddy fucks this pussy?” He was panting and groaning, and he fucked you straight into the bed. Your legs and knees were going numb, but he kept you up by holding onto your waist as he rammed into your gspot over and and over. Curses spilled form his mouth as you creamed all over his cock squeezing him inside in a vice grip.

You couldn’t even count how many times he made you cum. You became completely drunk and delirious off the way his cock kissed her cervix. “Yes daddy, make this pussy yours!” You yelled through the kitchen drooling and whimpering from overstimulation.

“Oh this is my definitely my pussy now.. Fuck feels so good. M’ gonna fill you up.” His strokes became sloopy, He leaned back to get the right angle forcing your pussy to squirt all over his cock, thighs and down onto the floor. He gripped your waist hard enough to leave marks as thick ropes of cum shot deep into her pussy. He threw his head back moaning you name as he came wanting nothing more than to empty his balls into your tight pussy.

Finally catching his breath, he released his grip on you pulling out of slowly watching is awe as his cum spilled out of you and on to the floor He headed to the bathroom to grab a washcloth for the both of you. After cleaning you up he picked you up opening up you bedroom door and placed you onto bed. He leaned you on his chest as he wrapped an arm around your waist. Your ass was still delirious and trying to get rid of all the stars that was dancing in your head and eyes.

There was a brief silence before Izuku was the first to speak. “So you know I don’t want to stop fucking after this right ?”

Little did he know your ass was thinking the same thing. Except aint no way in hell you are letting some funny built bitches get this dick again. No ma’am it was time to let him know he already goofed when he stuck that anaconda in fat ma. Smacking your lips you climbed on top of him straddling his waist. Lifting yourself up you sunk down slowly on his already hardened cock. You both let a moan and you looked down at him with lustful eyes

“Yea I was thinking something more exclusive Deku”

@pervysenpaix @xogabbiexo @presidentmonica @yo-nn

#mha smut #izuku midoryia smut #midoriya x black reader #izuki x reader #deku x y/n #deku x poc! reader #deku smut

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