#deku mentioned

[beybuniki]

fishing trip day 2 & 3 🎣🍀

[cvnt4him]

izuku and (large tit⁉️) virgin reader 🙀

maybe he a virgin too, i’ve always guessed he was a dirty dog since junior high, he’s got to have watched porn or smth for a whirl at some point, you see the way he is around girlies

anyways, i love your writing style and energy, will be making many more requests if you would like them !

writing this bc I too suffer with big tiddie-itis. I completely agree with everything you have said and would love for you to come again, ty for the appreciation and i hope you [all] enjoy<3

Izuku midoriya has always been kind of.... a perv. It wasn't exactly obvious that he was a pervert however, he made damn sure no one knew this little secret about him. However he couldn't keep it from his best friend, his best friend katsuki had always known izuku was a little freak.

Whenever he got yelled at by people he thought was attractive he'd unintentionally pop a boner, whenever someone complimented him, whenever he was too close to a pretty person, it doesn't matter. He was just a natural perv.

Now izuku wouldn't call himself a pervert, just an easily excited person. When izuku got into high school he never intended on befriending the local pervs. Denki kaminari and mineta minoru, they're literally known for being perverted in some way, in denkis case.

When he met you though, for the love of all things good and holy. He couldn't help the way his eyes mercilessly trailed up and down your body. He couldn't hold a conversation with you without his eyes accidentally trailing down to your voluptuous bossom. To him it seemed as if your breasts wanted to be looked at, that they'd wanted to escape your U.A uniform.

The way they bounced when you walked or when you laughed, and oh, when you'd just stand there they seemed as if they were practically bursting from the seams, the buttons were literally trying their hardest just to do their jobs.

Izuku loved being around you. Your company was extremely pleasant to him, you were nice and strong, a caring and giving person. You were just nice all around, he felt so dirty and guilty for looking at your body in such ways..

Imagining all the positions he would put you in just to watch your beautiful big and round boobies just bounce for him. He would stroke his fat leaky cock to the time his shoulder accidentally poked the side of your boob. You acted like it didn't happen but he was a flustered mess, his body, his skin came so close to your, albeit clothed, titties.

Izuku would shove his tie in his mouth while he helplessly squeezed his cock head and fiddled with his balls, pathetic little whimpers leaving his mouth. He was practically drooling from a simple poke to your boob. My goodness, he craves to put his face in them, suffocate beneath them.

You had a crush on izuku for a while now, of course it went unbeknownst to him because he's an oblivious idiot who only really pays attention to himself despite being a very observant and selfless person. When you invited him on a 1 on 1 study sesh in your dorm he was terrified. He didn't know how he could face you after he just milked his cock for all it was worth........

He went anyways.

Izuku could not keep his eyes off of you the entire time, hardly even focusing on the work or what you were saying. You were wearing this absolutely adorable frilly pajama set, he'd heard you when you said it matches the one mina has. He wouldn't mind seeing you both in them together side by side... Wait no! He has to stay focused on the work! That's what you invited him over for!

Not to fantasize about you and your best friend in little to no clothing.......fuck. izuku groaned lowly to himself as he stared at your chest, gulping at how huge they truly were. He wondered how warm they were.. how soft, did you want him to touch them? Did you like them to be touched? Have you ever had anyone touch them before? Have you ever had anyone's cock in betwe——

“ uhm.. izuku? are you uh, alright? you're like kind of red..”

“ huh!? o- oh! yes! haha! I'm fine! ahem..”

Izuku was flustered red and so embarrassed. You'd just caught him looking at your tits... Kind of. It was so embarrassing, devastatingly so he just wanted to be swallowed whole by mother earth herself and be reincarnated as fly. He deserved it.

“ i- I'm sorry... I should g-”

“ I.. didn't mind you looking.... y’know.”

Oh. Izuku turned to face you with a completely red face and those stupid huge puppy dog eyes of his, his breathing was stuttery and he was absolutely petrified. Had he heard right? Did you... Like him staring at your tits?!

Izuku gulped down hard, his eyes accidentally switching fastly between your tits and your face. You giggled which caught hsi attention back to your face completely.

“ I- I, uhm.......what?”

His voice was wavering. Shaky in some sort, he didn't know what to do with this information. You just smiled at him stupidly and that made his cock fill with even more blood. Goodness do you even know what you do to him?!

He's jacked off countless of nights thinking about you and those glorious godforsaken big titties of yours. Squeezing his cock until it cried milking white tears, he'd overstimulate himself thinking about you. You. Now because of you, he had no intentions on holding back.

Izukus lip was shaking, with no second thought he grabbed your hand and walked you to your bed with no words being spoken. He laid you down and gently crawled onto you, his thighs on either side of your body as he leaned down. His lips were right up close to your ear, shaking as much as his breath was. Quivering even.

Izuku noticed the little things. Like for example, how your thighs kept squeezing together each time he spoke to you, he didn't think much of it before. Until just now, you're squeezing your thighs together whilst he's on top of you. He scoffed lightly into your ear and kissed along the shell of it making you jolt lightly.

“ y- you have no idea... How many nights I've touched myself to you... The post nut clarity I had, worried you'd think I'm a disgusting pig when really.... You like it.. you've always liked it. You love when I look at your titties, huh?”

You truly were speechless. Where had that shy little guy gone? Why was he speaking like this? As if you're in the wrong.. he's the one that had been staring at your body in such a disgusting way.

“ I.. uhm...”

The way you couldn't answer him, that did something. It did something bad to him. He bit his lip to muffle the moan that threatened to come from his throat, he ground his growing hard on into your thigh and sucked in sharply at the friction, the stimulation of his clothed cock against your bare thigh.. thin fabric covering his cock from touching your sweet soft angelic skin.

Izuku moved back from your neck and got a good look at you, the way your boobs were splayed out and how huge they looked. They way they spilled it at the top, he couldn't contain the moan this time, his mouth fell open and his eyes slightly rolled at the sight. He groaned and just desperately began humping your thigh, he started speeding up out of no where.

His moans started getting even more whiney and his movements sloppy. He just shoved his face in your boobs while he came, the smell of your lotion and body wash flooding his senses it began to all be too much, he didn't stop rutting into your thigh as he finished, oh no. He kept going, overriding his high and overstimulating himself.

The whine that left him was so adorable and so pornographic, it seemed straight out of a porno. His breaths were quivering and he was mumbling random things whilst whimpering. He was trying his hardest to regain his composure but it was just so hard.. he just came in his pants whilst grinding on you. He's sure it was the most he's ever made...and izuku cums alot.

He lets out a rather long breath before lifting his head to look at you with glossed over eyes. You had a small smile on your lips as you rake your fingers through his hair. A shiver goes down izukus spine as he sighs eyes fluttering shut. This is exactly what he needed to get rid of the upcoming post nut clarity. The fact you held him with no judgement made him feel so...good?

There was no word to describe the way he felt in this given moment. But it was so perfect that he could only whimper in your arms.

AN: guess who lied ab taking a break from writing? That's right!!!! So erm, this is ass and unfinished. It's a draft that I'm just getting out now instead of actually finishing so, yeah sorry for the disappoint

[erebusbored]

My interpretation of them at a party partie 2

Part 1

[izvmimi]

cw: minors dni. smut. tw dubcon. tw breeding. tw daddy kink. tw babytrapping.

a/n: to top off being in heat i’m reposting this before bed

“P-pull out, ‘zuku,” you moan, although your body signals differently with the tight hold of your legs wrapping around his midsection. “Pull out, pull out, pull out,” you babble through the saliva dripping down the side of your chin, head arching back as he buries his face into your neck, sinking teeth into your skin.

You gasp as Izuku bites, clenching your walls harder against him, and he groans in pleasure directly into your ear, holding you so close you’re near breaking. You’re almost there, and you think maybe, maybe he’ll tip over with you too this time and paint white inside you but you’re not sure when the last time you took your pill was and…

“B-baby please, don’t… cum… inside…”

Izuku stills suddenly and the absence of friction almost feels like withdrawal - but he’s still inside you, cock thick and warm and stretching you full.

“You sure?”

Maybe it’s the huskiness of his voice that has your body react anew - you sigh again and your body tenses beneath him, and then you tilt back, pelvis rocking against his to encourage him to move and give you what you need. Your frustrated whines as he stops moving in protest amuse him, and he laughs - or rather blows air from his nose - then presses his forehead to yours.

He kisses your lips once.

“You sure you don’t want me to cum inside you?” It’s that voice that he uses, the one that makes you question, that lowers all your guards and reservations.

Flushed and faint, words fail you as he kisses you again.

“Hm? You don’t want me to paint you all pretty?”

Izuku slowly pulls out of you, to the protest of your entire body; your hands claw at his back desperately as he slips away, and as though simply to indulge you, once just the head is out, he slams back inwards causing your eyes to roll back.

“‘Zuku, please…”

He pulls back again slowly, taking his time to drag mercilessly against your cunt, then slams back in deep, causing you nearly to sputter with garbled nonsense.

“Mm? You sure you don’t want me to fill you up?” Izuku asks.

Another nudge at your cervix, and you feel yourself flood around him.

“Don’t want me to put a little baby in you? A cute little thing that’s just ours, my love?”

He presses deep again, sinking as far in with his cock as you can possibly handle, then possibly more, pushing you to your limit. You teeter at the precipice of orgasm, and he drags you back yet again, playing with your emotions as he massages at your breasts.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders lose strength, and he knows he has you, his voice deep, husky and warm breath tickling your face. His locks graze at your skin as he teasingly pecks at your nose, raising up against you for you to get a good view of rippling muscles, the horny tension in his neck and jaw, and the lust in his eyes.

“You sure you don’t want me to fill you up?” He asks again, and it’s somewhat of a mockery; he presses a hand at your lower belly, intensifying the sensation of every dizzying thrust.

“Can’t believe you don’t wanna make me a daddy? Don’t you know it would make me so happy, baby?”

He speeds up and your pleasure continues to build. It’s not fair that he does this, not fair at all. But he bites his lip, and you can tell he’s concentrating because of the grip his fingers have on the sheets. Every rock of his hips now is purposeful, as though he’s decided on your answer before you have, or rather he knows you so well that it’s clear you’ve conceded now, if not obvious by the glassy look in your eyes.

“‘Zuku, p-please,” you moan helplessly.

“Please what, precious?” he asks, not relenting his pace to suck at your neck, not slowing to press your hands up above your head.

“‘Wanna cum… want you to cum in me, ‘zuku!”

He smiles because he’s won yet again by your fucked-out expression, pleasured salty tears streaming down the corner of your eyes, the way he’s so easily convinced you. His heart swells at how good you are to him, for him, and how easily your body and mind responds to him.

His name falls off your lips so easily, Izuku, Izuku, Izuku.

He could stop here but -

“Oh no, baby, call me by my other name,” he murmurs, pulling up one of your limp wrists to kiss your knuckles as he continues to fuck you ceaselessly.

Your eyes seem to struggle to focus on him, but he can see your lips move.

“Go on, you remember,” he coaxes, taking your fingers in his mouth.

You do. Of course you do.

“Please fill me up, Daddy.”

[froggybirdtaco]

I JUST REALIZED RODY AND HIS SIBLINGS WERRE ROOTING FOR IZUKU HOW AM I JSUT NOTICING THIS WHATZHSHAHSHSGDJEKSXJ

[sammy-the-dead-dumpster]

...Parallels.

[glitchdecay]

bakugo "great explosion murder god dynamight" katsuki really said "hell nah i ain't letting my homoerotic partner bestie since childhood rot in quirklessness for the rest of his life" and if that ain't peak gay shonen i don't know what is

[firyfox]

bakugo haters annoy me, because I feel like people don't understand that their needs to be conflict and character growth in fiction. Or you know the story would be boring. This character acting like a asshole is part of the story process! This the black and white thinking you know. Like I get it, you were bullied as kids and your projecting that onto fiction. Believe me I get it I was bullied too. Or half of the fan base are kids, I get that too. But still it's fiction, I guarantee that characters are going to grow and change or they would not be that important to the plot. And Bakugo is the second most important character to the plot or he would not be featured as much in it. It's just I like characters that grow and change and have redemption arcs. And it feels so boring to me without it.

Fr ! And also the fact that Bakugo is so infuriating to them yet they keep following the series despite him being such an obviously integral part of it , and then getting mad at the series for keeping Bakugo as an important character like ..

[sincerelybubbles]

'hey, u up?' || izuku midoriya x reader

synopsis: ur having difficulty sleeping without izuku there to keep you company

warnings: female reader, minimal cursing, fluff

wc: 2.3k

fic below the cut, reblogs appreciated

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To: Izu ♡

ik ur already asleep but i can’t sleep and i miss u :( 

You sigh and set your phone down on the pillow beside you before rolling over and tugging your comforter higher up on your shoulder. You think of broader shoulders, a smattering of freckles, a flash of white teeth, and groan, pulling your blanket up so it’s covering your face too. 

Izuku had returned from a two-week-long trip earlier today and, in typical fashion, was outside of your apartment door the minute paperwork was done. You insisted that he go get sleep, real rest, in his own apartment for the night, without you clinging to him all night. He wasn’t too hurt but you were sure that his shoulder needed rest from being dislocated and you were known to cuddle up to him in your sleep. 

He pouted at the idea but agreed and left a few hours ago and you haven’t heard from him since other than a message letting you know he was home and was going to bed. Which was a good thing, you reminded yourself. He needed rest and was listening to what you told him to. But, fuck, you missed him while he was gone. While his missions weren’t rare – nobody could stop him from doing everything to climb the hero ratings (and you would never dream of even thinking about any other life for him) – not sharing a bed with him while he was home was rare. You were better at it when he was gone. You could tell yourself to get over it, he was away being a hero and you were more than busy enough here, putting your healing quirk to work. 

But here? Alone in bed with him two blocks away? Thinking of how he could be holding you to his chest right now, playing with your hair and soothing you to sleep? This is much harder. 

Groaning, you toss your blanket away and give in to the urge to check your phone again. No new notifications, as to be expected at 2am, but plenty of other distractions were right at your fingertips to keep you awake for much longer than you should be. You push away the temptation and toss the phone down to the foot of your bed, sitting up and stretching your arms high above your head. You’re sure there’s some melatonin in the cabinet in your bathroom and that’s your new goal. 

It doesn’t take long to find it and fill a glass with water to take the small pill. You typically don’t take anything to sleep, preferring to fall asleep naturally if possible, but a small part of your brain urges you that the sooner you fall asleep, the sooner you can get up and head over to Izuku’s, like the desperate girlfriend that you are.

You’re walking back to your room, praying the medicine works tonight, when you hear something in your room. You freeze, blood running cold. 

Your quirk works to heal yourself as well as others, so you really have little to loose by at least running in there to make a mad dash for your phone. You brace yourself with the thought as you grab the closest thing – a fake potted succulent – and push the door open with your toe, muscles tight and practically vibrating with adrenaline. When it’s obvious nothing is blocking your path, you launch yourself onto your bed and scramble to find your phone in the sheets where you tossed it, head turning around wildly to find the source of the noise. 

You find an empty room. 

You can hear your blood rushing in your ears as your fingers finally brush against your phone and you lower the plastic pot to rest beside you. You hadn’t imagined the noise, there was a loud thump followed by quick tapping noises, repeated enough that you’re sure you heard correctly. 

You hover there, sort of crouched on your bed, armed with the smallest plastic pot in existence and your phone, and consider briefly if there’s an invisible person in your room with you. 

You aren’t quite sure how to proceed, eyes darting around the room. You’ve just come up with the idea to throw your covers into the center of the room to see if it catches on any invisible creep so you can pummel them into the group when the noise happens again. 

Tap tap tap tap tap

You scream, jumping up and throwing the fake succulent on reflex. It sails through the air and lands with a quiet thump on the rug. Swallowing thickly, you force air into your lungs to just think for a minute. It takes you a second to realize that the tapping had come from outside of your window and you slowly crawl off of your bed, phone clutched in your hand. 

Your curtains are pulled shut to combat the bright sun in the mornings so you face them for a few seconds, breathing in through your nose and out of your mouth. 

‘Please don’t be a person trying to break in please don’t be a person trying to break in please don’t be a person trying to break in’ you plead in your head, crouching down to scoop up your plastic weapon. You could turn back and grab the pepper spray attached to your keyring but you feel like it would be wrong to not let the little succulent see this adventure the entire way through. 

You decide to rip off the bandaid, yank the curtains open, and prepare yourself to scream. You grab at the edge of the curtain before you hear a sigh. 

You feel the blood in your body drop to your feet for a moment before you hear, “C’mon, Y/N?” through the thin glass of your shitty apartment window and you recognize the voice. Your blood feels like it finally starts moving after having been stopped and you feel your face flush as you pull the curtains back. 

As you expected, your boyfriend is perching on the rickety fire escape, fist raised to tap on the glass again. 

He breaks out into a wide smile at you standing there, pajama-clad with messy hair, before it turns confused and he raises an eyebrow toward your still-raised cactus weapon. 

You lower your arm sheepishly, heart skipping at his blinding smile, and hurry to unlock the window. He pushes it open for you when you have it unlocked. 

He braces his hands on the top of the window frame, leans forward, and into your room, biceps flexing and entering your space. 

“Hello,” he whispers, smiling down at you. 

It’s hard to not be flustered. He’s no longer the small Izuku Midoriya you met while training with Recovery Girl at UA – no, this is Pro Hero Deku, still sweet and bubbly, sure, but confident and fully aware of how he has you wrapped around his finger. 

“Hi,” you return, letting him lean close and returning his smile. 

“Quite the arsenal you have around here,” he comments, nodding toward your hand still clutching the plastic pot. 

“I thought you were someone trying to break in!” You justify, holding the plant up, “It’s not my fault that you forget I have a front door.” 

His smile widens as he leaps into your room easily, maneuvering from his awkward crouch to standing in front of you gracefully. “It’s faster to just use Blackwhip and come through his way, the elevator’s too slow.” He gently pries the small pot from your fingers and sets it on your desk, using his hold on your hand to bring your wrist up to his mouth and place a gentle kiss above your racing pulse. “Sorry for scaring you.” 

“It’s okay, care to share why you’ve felt the need to visit my window at 2:30 like you’re some sort of Spiderman?” You ask, trying your hardest to not flush at the feeling of his lips sweeping over your wrist. 

He shrugs, lifting his phone and waving it, “You said you missed me.” 

You gape at that, laughing in disbelief. “So you woke up, left bed, and raced here instead of calling me or texting me back?” 

“I knew if I did you would convince me not to come. Guess I missed you too.” He tugs your closer, moving his hand from your wrist to your hip and holding you there firmly, leaning down to brush his nose against yours. 

“But your shoulder,” you whisper, even as you stretch up on your toes to return the gesture. 

“It’s fine,” he promises, slowly smiling again and you can feel the shift from how close you are to him, “Plus, my girlfriend is super cool and can help me out in the morning if it’s sore.” 

You scoff, rolling your eyes for show, “Is that all I am to you? After all this time?” You tease.

“Nope,” he hums, pulling back slightly and eyes flickering to your lips. “Never just that.” 

Your heart skips a beat, squeezes, and then races. It doesn’t matter how many times he says it, how many different ways he shows you, or even the years you’ve been by his side – he still manages to make you feel giddy in every way possible. 

“Oh, really?” You ask, breathless and unable to really think straight with how he’s raking his eyes over your face, drinking you in and not hiding it in the slightest. 

He doesn’t answer, opting to lean in and brush his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. He pulls back for a breath before leaning in and kissing you properly, pressing his lips against yours, firm and insistent. It doesn’t take long for him to deepen it, licking at your bottom lip and smiling when you respond eagerly. His arm slips from your waist around the small of your back, tugging you close and holding you there. His other hand holds your cheek gently. Your arms are around his neck, fingers brushing past his undercut to find the thick curls above. He groans when you tug, lifting you up and pulling away to press small, quick kisses across both of your cheeks. 

The adrenaline from before has made your small dose of melatonin kick in much faster than usual and you feel your eyes growing heavy even as you giggle and squirm in his arms. 

“You ready for bed, baby?” Izuku asks, placing you down gently and pushing your hair out of your face. 

You nod against his hand, holding it to your cheek so you can turn to press a kiss to the scar stretching across his palm. 

He ushers you to your bed with a hand pressed against the small of your back, pulling his hoodie off while you settle on the far side of your bed next to the wall, watching him move in the moonlight of your room. 

You admire the way the chords of his muscles bunch up at the movement, eyes tracing the freckles that continue down his shoulders to his strong chest and flat stomach. He is a beacon of power, strong and unbreakable, privy to countless strategies to have anyone anywhere fall to their knees, and he’s standing in your bedroom in soft pajama pants with little gauntlets on them (Bakugou’s merch, you note fondly) and bare feet. 

He doesn’t comment on your staring as he crawls into bed, though he’s no doubt noticed, little gets past his attention. He stretches out on his back, adjusting his pillow and opening his arms wide for you. 

“Are you sure?” You question, sitting cross-legged and searching his eyes for any sort of tenseness, “Your shoulder…” You draw off as he scoffs and props himself up on an elbow. He reaches forward and maneuvers you next to him easily, manhandling you in a way that makes you blush. 

“My shoulder’s fine,” he mumbles, prodding you to lay down and shoving his nose into your hair when you do, sighing contently. 

You sink into him, relishing in the warmth and comfort he brings. Gently, you trace the scars and freckles on his chest with a finger. You don’t comment on how he flushes across his chest at your attention. No doubt his face is red, too.  

A secret, small part of you relishes in your ability to have him just as affected by you as you are by him. The number three hero is in your bed, holding you tightly in his strong arms, blushing because you are trailing your finger across the rough edge of a scar from a fight you’ve heard the story of a million times. 

“You never finished telling me about the lady at the convenience store,” you remind him, poking his side gently. You know he relaxes more when he talks, you have fallen asleep countless times to the gentle sound of his voice, deep and slow as he gets more and more tired as well. 

“You sure? It’s late, I can tell you tomorrow,” he hesitates, fingers tracing nonsensical patterns across the side of your neck. 

“Mhm,” you nod, craning your neck to smile up at him, “you know I fall asleep faster when I have you to listen to.” Never mind that you’re sure that you’re exhausted enough to blink and fall asleep right then. “I want to hear about everything from when you were away, too.” 

That’s all it takes to have him launching into the story, the hand that’s not attached to the arm holding you firmly to his side gesturing in the air. 

You rest your cheek against his chest, listening for the gentle thrum of his heartbeat and feeling the gentle vibrations of his voice as he talks. You fall asleep easily and deeply, warm and content beyond explanation.

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note: i've been mia for a while, and i can't promise i'm back to writing full time, but i can promise i have a LOT in the works, some izu, some katsuki, some kirishima, so keep an eye out for whenever i have the time to finish/write those :)

[theloveinc]

Which BNHA guys do you think try to eat ur ass first time you guys fuck?

My man Kiri has a dick so fat that he's beyond prepared and, in fact, READY to put all his effort into foreplay because he knows that schlong isn't going anywhere without a little prep beforehand.

The first time you fuck, clothes only just having been removed, he mentions foreplay and it's kinda funny because you don't expect such a... manly, big, jock-type looking guy to mean more than just fingering you for a minute or so. You practically think he's joking about it when you're moving to lay down, except -- suddenly he's flipping you right over to press your head into his pillow (gently) so he can eat you out in doggy. From there, it only takes about three or so licks before he's trying to stick his tongue in your ass.

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Deku... wants to be classy and take things slow SO badly, yet... can't help himself if he's eating you out (which he does on the first date because... classy or not, he's a gentleman who gives head) and is putting his tongue everywhere it can reach.

Especially in your ass, given that he's somehow able to get your knees besides your cheeks with how seriously he gets into it.

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And Dabi, without question, of course (which gives us Shoto by extension, probably because this asshole told him you can't give head without eating ass, but... whatever, given the circumstances of their relationship)!!!

He's just not about to waste his time going down on you if he isn't able to cover all bases; that means clit, hole, taint, AND rim. PERIOD. Another guy who manages to fold you in half so well you practically can't stand up straight up again, after. He might be a jackass but he's not a slacker when it comes to top.

I also feel like if you told Dabs he was bad at eating cat he'd add that to the list of reasons to k-himself. King.

[yugiohz]

had the exact same conversation with my mentor when I was 26 oh I’m crying

[beybuniki]

in hindsight, i rlly like that some of their inevitable conversations aree left covert i love to fill the gaps myself i love to think about their awkwardness :)

[cvnt4him]

AN; okay so to be completely fair this is my first fic EVER. So like if it's bad that's my excuse. ALSO!! Reader will not have any specific gender so I felt like it was best to put GN so..yeah. enjoy<3

WARNINGS. Manipulation, blk coded reader, chubby coded reader, (or js plump. Basically in some way has fat on tummy.) 'vulgar' language, boys being boys.

If in any way, you feel bothered feel free to exit now<3

Can you tell this is an old fic from like 2023? Like I'm js cleaning out my drafts and honestly good guy!zuzu is a good idea so.. yeah!!!!! I made alot of fics and wrote them as my "first fic" clearly this isn't my first anymore but I js mostly updated it to how I write now. We all know i dont use warnings so.. yur 💀

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Good guy my ass.

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How did this happen.

You find yourself being dicked down in a public bathroom. By none other than the local good boy, izuku midoriya. Better known as deku, an aspiring and upcoming hero, only now a sidekick and being the center of attention for having such adorable features and such a powerful quirk. [or nine but wtv]

This is absolutely filthy. Genuinely pathetic. Your face was being pushed against the disgusting greasy mirror as he pounded you from behind, hoisting one of your legs onto the counter. It wasn't a rather uncomfortable position, who dient like getting fucked? It's the fact that this guy is supposed to be a good guy. He's supposed to save people, not threaten to kill them or boast and brag about how powerful he is.

"I could snap your slutty fucking neck right now, you'd like that wouldn't you whore. You like being fucked by a hero? Dirty slut loves getting fucked down in a public bathroom."

The words he let fall from those perfect lips just didn't sound right, but god was it sexy. The way he grunted and tried to hold back his moans from how tight you were squeezing around him. He just couldn't help himself, hips jerking and stuttering into you at an uneven pace, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second his moans started to flow more fluently, you see in the mirror his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as he throws his head back.

You couldn't do anything but let muffled moans out of your drool filled mouth, his fingers being stuffed down your throat, gagging and spitting all over his thick scarred fingers. The way your tongue licked and moved around his fingers sent him over the edge. He was holding out for a lot longer than he expected, his cock was twitching and leaking so much pre before he got inside of you he swore he was gonna cum the second he put his flushed throbbing cock head against your hole.

He continued to hold out, savoring his seed for you, he knew how much a cock dumb whore like you enjoyed cum, he promises you it'll be so much just for you.

He groans and lays his head on your shoulder, his hips thrusting into you at a brutal pace, he slaps your ass harshly a red mark becoming visible from his hard slap. You cry out in pain around his fingers hiccuping and sobbing hopelessly he wasn't letting you despite his upcoming orgasm he was going to milk this moment for all that it was.

He yanked on your curls his fingers entangling inside, he pulled your head back making a noise leave you, the way your neck was craned back was aching and slightly painful yet he just wouldn't stop. He removed his sticky spit covered fingers from your mouth to slap you hard. It shocked you and made you stutter out a wailed cry. You couch and choke on the air he finally let you have before putting his fingers right back into their place; you're slutty mouth.

He thrusts one last time before spilling his all inside of you. The way you convulse around his cock making him whine the immense pleasure and overstimulation making him shiver in pain. It was blissful really, he felt dark to good to let up on his thrusts he was a good guy after all, it only makes sense to let you cum around his cock.

He leans down and whispers in your ear, his hot breath fanning your cheek.

"cum on my cock baby, c'mon you can do it."

With that you fell apart completely around him, sobbing and moaning as you finally feel that release the way his thick engorged cock head repeatedly crashed and harshly hit against your cervix had your head spinning, but finally you could cum.

You catch your breath as he runs your shoulder soothingly whispering sweet nothing into your ear. It was crazy how easily the switch up was for him, one moment you're a filthy slut who deserves to be fucked like the cum junkie you are, next you're so beautiful and did so well for him and he wants to spoil you and treat you right. The fuck? This nigga fr had the nerve, the GALL, to fuck you in a filthy bathroom then proceed to say "treat you right" like in what way is that okay?

He zipped up his suit zipper and assured he looked presentable in the mirror, a clear spot being shown where he had your face smashed up against, the sweat had smeared on the mirror.

He smiles to himself wiping off his suit and shaking his hand in his hair making sure either looks wild and messy per usge, he knew how to make himself look nice.

You regained your composure slowly as you slipped your shirt over yourself, you were sore and tired kind of hungry too, just your luck he can't seem to not get hungry after sex.

"grab'n a bite."

He says still admiring himself in the mirror wiping the tears that prickled at the corner of his eyes due to the pleasure you gave him.

You lazily look up at him through still lidded eyes, you couldn't speak your throat hurt from how hard he thrusted his fingers down it. You simply hum at his words and expected this to be where you part ways. You assumed he was grabbing a bite and wanted you to wait back behind him so no one seen you two leave together especially because you look a mess, like you'd just gotten fucked in a public bathroom. Oh wait, you did! By him.

He was very proud of himself, he's fucked alot of bitches but there was something about you the way you hushed around him that had him wrapped, well it wasnt you. Just your body that he was rather obsessed with. The way you moved underneath him, how you plead for him. The intoxicating feeling of it all.

He headed towards the door not hearing your footsteps behind him, he grabs the handle but before opening it turns to you and looks you up and down with a raised brow and pretty much emotionless face.

"y'coming or....??"

He was kind of sassy and you did not like it. Fucking cunt.

You raise a brow and look around pointing to yourself as if there was someone else in there with you two...

He rolls his eyes and facepalms himself, you're hot sure but a fucking dumbass.

"no shit. Are you coming or fucking not I don't have time for this."

He lets out in an annoyed tone, giving you an angry face while opening the door.

"I don't really have the money at the moment so i---"

"did I say anything about money? No, so keep that pretty mouth of yours shut unless you have something to say."

He stops at the door looking back at you with a squinted look and a frown on his face. You scoff as he leaves, the door shutting behind him immediately. There is just no way this guy is this fucking mean. Like he's actually an asshole for a living. Damn he fucking sucks.

You groan and leave the bathroom after him, you see him being swarmed with fangirls and others trying to get pictures autographs and videos with the upcoming sidekick.

He gives them his usual picture perfect pearly white smile as his eyes land on you, his smile stays the same as his brows furrowed slightly not too noticeable to his fans as they were all starstruck and probably wouldn't remember anything from this interaction.

He nods his head to the door telling you to "get the hell out he'll be there in a sec".

You don't really give much of an answer, you never stopped walking while you watched him hint to the door. Like no fucking shit, you're not dumb.

That slightly angered him, not that he'd dare let it show, but how could you be such an entitled bitch? You're the slut that fucked him in the bathroom. You should be THANKING him for even granting you with permission to be in his presence. Breathe the same air as him. Walk on the same earth he does.

He bids adieux to his fans as they all try to follow him he hurriedly walks outside and grabs you by your arm.

"wha- wHAT ARE YOU?!--"

Your speech was cut off by him grabbing you bridal style and jumping off into the air, hopping on building to building with you in his arms.

You scream and bury your face into his chest, you hated heights so the fact he had the nerve to bring you this high was making your stomach turn.

"calm down, I'm not even going that high or that fast."

Izuku was really fast some day the fastest human alive apart from allmight but hey even then he might still be faster than him, so he probably was going slow however you're still above the ground, and not just a few feet you were on top of the highest buildings ever in the busiest city evet. If people bothered to looked up they'd see izuku holding you and hopping away.

He finally sets you down as you're now at a restaurant, a rather empty one. This place was quite nice, there's no way it's this empty.

"go on inside and grab a seat, yeah? I'll be in soon hun."

'hun'? How dare he. He can't just treat you with respect then call you a whore the next. You hated him, the almighty, perfect, sweet, gentlemanly, golden boy. More like a golden piece of shit. He's an ass hat and should sit on a dick.

You go inside to see a waiter taking a couple of people's orders, they were all at one table and wore hoods hats or sunglasses if some kind. What the hell were.. were those pro heroes?! What the hell???

You stare in shock, there was no way all of these heroes are just here at the same time you and izuku were grabbing a bite. Izuku walks in which grabs their attention, you notice them looking back at you and jump lightly trying to exit but to your surprise you're stopped by a taller and much bigger than you izuku who looks down at you with a raised brow and a frown or disappointment. You look up to him with wide eyes, you hadn't expected these heroes to be here as well he can't blame you for being nervous and trying to vanish..

He sighs deeply and sucks his teeth as he whispers down to you to not alarm his peers.

"can't do a simple job? I asked for one thing, one thing and yet you act like a deer stuck by headlights. Fucking imbecile."

He ends his speech before looking back up to his friends with a smile and a chuckle saying hello to them all as he turns you around by your shoulders with a harsh grip, holding the small of your back and pushing you towards the other heros.

He pulls out a chair for you gesturing for you to take a seat, you do so looking to the ground the whole time. You'd lost your appetite, there's just something about people being mean and disappointed in you that hurts your heart terribly.

The way it aches and yearns for release. How your eyes slowly well up with hot tears threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes. You give izuku a half smile while sitting.

Izuku watched you the whole time, his squinted eyes studying your state. His friends spoke laughed and had drinks while conversing about hero work, fans, and other things you couldn't relate to, not begin to care about. Izuku continued to observe you, the way you played with your food in front of you not even eating it just picking at it and setting your fork down.

Just to your luck the conversation headed towards a new direction, a new topic, one that made you even more uncomfortable. All the guys were just talking and smirking at the conversation of having sex with women and doing other things etcetera etcetera. It bothered you, being around men jnt shit natural habitat. The way they spoke and joked around was disgusting and guy wrenching.

You quickly get up and excuse yourself, bowing slightly with a polite tone as you head the women's restroom.

Izuku watched as you fled, he was about to get up as well before being stopped by one of his other sidekick acquaintances.

"damn that ass was nice, how you manage to bag that huh, midoriya?"

"yeah I agree, there's no way a fine piece of ass like that likes someone as soft as you. Haha!"

They all laughed and joked, pissing the freckled man off more than he already was. Whatever that phone call was about bad angered him deeply and these fucking losers weren't making it any better, he tried to hold out, he tried so hard to not blow his top and yet he just couldn't help hinself.

" just because I respect women and know how to treat them right and it like a piece of meat doesn't insinuate that I'm "soft". God forbid I treat a woman right, huh? You all are fucking pathetic junkies who'll never get passed being a sidekick. I'm younger than all of you and will be a pro hero before your lives even begin. Don't forget where you stand next to me, you are all walking second place medals. Act like it."

He excuses himself in a polite manner, bowing with a smile on his adorable face leaving all of them speechless as he heads towards the women's restroom to fetch you and leave.

He knocks gently and opens the door to see you breathing heavily, tears streamed down your face as you silently cried. You were overwhelmed and uncomfortable and just wanted to leave, but you had no idea where you are, what side of town you're on, when this man would even decide to let you go, and so on.

You hear the door open and shoot your face to the sound, he sees you and doesn't have much emotion on his face as he walks toward you slowly and calmly so as not to alarm or scare you. You gulp hardly and stare up at him through glossy eyes while he stops in front of you, peering down at you through his lashes.

He didn't say anything, wiping the tears off of you flushed, chubby, tear stained cheek with his glove. You sniff and wipe your nose, attempting to talk before he simply pulls you into his chest. Your face landing directly in between his clothes pecs, he was very fit underneath hjs suit and you could feel it though the suit, despite his hard abs and muscles he was rather soft to lay on, quite comforting as well.

"pretty thing.. let's get you home, hm doll face?"

He says to you, rubbing the top of your head, rubbing and gently pulling on your curls and watching them recoil.

Something tells him he's not going to be able to get you out of his life so easily. You had gotten him attached to you, the way you cried like a baby, but spoke and acted like a bitch. You were mesmerizing yet annoying as hell. He didn't have time for relationships he actually didn't want one, fucking his fans in public bathrooms, or at hotels, and in the meet n greet closets were fun, it's not something he wanted to give you just yet, but he wss sure he hadn't wanted to give you up either.

He'd protect you, just to fuck you again.

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AN: this is so old and so trash I tried to just rewrite it as editing it was going to be far too hard due to how old and outdated my writing style was, it was wack as hell bro.

[codenamesazanka]

all the UA kids got to live longer and become older than Toga and Shigaraki ever was

[kiisaes]

May we talk about how Bakugou has the sweetest heart this goes faaaaaarrrrrr beyond I want to atone this is him genuinely seeing his bumbed bestie (lover) and wants to help no matter how much it inconveniences him that’s a fucking hero!!!

YEAH!!! the more i process the last chapter the gayer it gets. what do you mean bakugou spent 6-8 years saving his money, planning and spearheading everything, doing research, reaching out to others, all in secret just so deku can keep living his dream. what do you mean he's serious about keeping deku at arm's length what do you mean he's serious about chasing deku for the rest of their lives what do you mean!!! WHAT DO YOU MEANNNN

i've seen of jp fans on twitter call this pure genuine love and i think they're onto something. with all due respect, and i mean this positively, this is shit only a simp would do

[candiiee]

Requested(?)by @lovelywritersgarden !

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ɪɴᴛᴏxɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴀ ᴘᴛ.2 ✧.*

Drunk! Izuku Midoriya x reader

Warnings: swearing and slight suggestive thoughts

part 1

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Pain. Pain. Pain. Izuku groans, holding his head as it throbs. Drinking. It’s coming back now. Y/N helping him to his house. He blinks, hearing some stirring beside him. He glances beside him, and freezes. Y/N is sleeping beside him. His face goes red. He immediately glances down at himself, oh thank god.. he thinks, I still have my clothes on. We didn’t do anything inappropriate. He pauses. What did we do though? He can’t remember.

He breathes, calming himself down. He can’t think straight because of the pain. Thank god Y/N gave him water and gave him kisses to convince him. Wait, kisses? What. The. Fuck. He feels sick. His face is flushed. Not only because of the hangover, but because he may have let his feelings for Y/N slip out. He messed up so bad. She was so understanding during his drunkenness. He mentally slaps himself. He wants to pull out his hair and scream. Stupid stupid stupid. He berates himself. You fucked up so bad. Now she’ll never wanna date y-no, no, you’re friends! FRIENDS I SAY. YOU CALLED HER PRETTY, (well she is, but you meant it in not a friend type way) What would Kachan do? He’d probably freak out and just spill his guts. But who knows. He continued to think a mile a minute, turning redder and redder.

Suddenly, his thoughts stopped, and his brain froze. “Izu? That you?” He gulped, glancing down to his side. Y/N had awoken. He nervously scratched the back of his head. “Uhhhh, no?”

Y/N blinked, sitting up and muttering to herself. “How’s the hangover?” Through all his panicking, he had completely forgotten about the pain. Now that she had reminded him, he felt it. “Fricking awful.”

Y/N nodded, rubbing her eyes. “Figured as much.”

He cleared his throat, better talk about it now than never. “So… how much do you remember about last night?” He said, blushing furiously. Y/N blushed as well, her face turning a deep shade. “Um..I’d say all of it.”

He buried his face in his hands. “I’m so sorry!” Y/N patted his back. “I know. But.. did you mean it..?”

He gulped, “I-I-I-yes! Everything! Except that part about water tasting bad!”

She cracked a smile, though it quickly disappeared once his words registered. “I..I see..”

She paused, taking a deep breath. “Izu, I really don’t know what to say.” He nodded, looking at his hands. “It’s fine. It’s my fault for ever drinking in the first place. Are we still friends?”

Y/N paused, taking a deep breath. “Honestly? When you confessed, I had never really thought of you in a romantic way. But…”

He held his breath.

“It got me thinking. I had always pushed away feelings during Highschool. Whenever I felt something fluttery in my stomach I blocked it out. Didn’t dwell on it. And, well, now that I remember, you were the one who usually gave me the fluttery feeling.” He blushed, gripping the bedsheets. “R-really?!”

Y/N nodded. “Really.” Izuku deeply inhaled. “So.. now what? You basically just confessed you like me to, so..”

Y/N bit her lip. “I honestly don’t know.”

Izuku paused, then gathered his courage. He took Y/N’s hand in his, blushing deeply not looking at her. “Y/N, can you please consider going out with me? I really really like you. And I want to be more than friends.”

Y/N blushed deeply, the red hue covering her cheeks. “I..yes, Izu.” He mentally pumped his fist into the air. “R-really? Yes! I mean, that’s cool. That’s cool.” Y/N giggled, and he practically melted. He had done it. He had actually managed to get the girl. He would rub that in Kachan’s face. Denki and Uraraka were gonna be so proud of him. Oh wait, he was supposed to be feeling the effect of the hangover. Oh, there it is. Oh shit he’s gotta vomit. WHY NOW??!

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Soooo, was it good? I tried. If anyone wants me to write another one shot for MHA, I’d be happy to :))

(I only do x readers cause I have no imagination.)

I gotta figure out how people organize their oneshots so pretty-