#izuku mydoria x reader

[blakeswritingimagines]

When You Fall Asleep On Them

Izuku Midoriya: A smile comes to his lips before he softly whispers. “You look so peaceful.” He lays there with you, his hand across your chest, listening to your slow, steady breaths and admiring how the darkness frames your face. But only a few minutes in to his musings, he can feel sleep creeping over himself as well.

Katsuki Bakugo: He pulls you closer, laying his head against you in the small moment of peace in his life. His arm goes around your waist, pulling you even closer into him. He sighs, feeling your warm breath against him even if his quirk makes him naturally warm as you both drift off to sleep together, wrapped in each other's arms.

Shoto Todoroki: He gently lifts your head off his shoulder and places you down on the bed, then he stands up to get a blanket to cover you with. He’ll tuck you in, giving a light kiss on your forehead, and then he’ll leave the room. If you’re asleep on his lap he’ll be sure to set you down in bed gently as well.

Tenya Ida: He lays his head against yours, feeling the warmth of your head against his cheek. He wraps his arms around you again, wanting to make you feel comfortable, and he closes his eyes. His heart pounds as he thinks about waking up next to you, still wrapped in your embrace, still feeling secure and happy.

Fumikage Tokoyami: He’ll brush your hair. He rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He kisses your cheek and pulls you close with every gentle caress, and he thanks the gods or whoever is listening to him in that moment that you fell for him all those years ago. Then, he’ll rest his chin on your chest with loving eyes, feeling your heartbeat against his forehead, grateful that this is his life.

Hitoshi Shinso: The gentle rise and fall of your chest becomes a calming lullaby, and before long, your breaths are in sync with his. He feels your body relax as he leans his head into your shoulder, his eyes growing heavy. He takes a moment to soak in the warmth of your bare skin on his own, and then he closes his eyes.

Denki Kaminari: He gently nuzzles your side, his lips leaving a kiss mark behind. Then he closes his eyes with a content smile on his face and feel you against him. You’re a warm, firm, comfortable presence, one that’s perfectly attuned to his body. The steady beat of your heart feels like home to him.

Eijiro Kirishima: He strokes your hair, holds you close and kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your neck. He caresses your soft skin, and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. He holds them close and feels your breathing against his chest. He tells you how he loves you, and how he will always be there for you, no matter what happens. He will always protect, love, and cherish you.

Mashirao Ojiro: He lays there for the next few minutes thinking about how much he loves you and how peaceful he feels in this moment even if you fell asleep on him which makes his heart pound that you’re so comfortable around him, your body against his as he wraps his tail around you. he eventually gives in to sleep. It should be noted that he is very much a cuddler.

Mirio Togata: When you fall asleep on him, he gently kisses your forehead and slides out from underneath you, making sure not to wake you. He'll usually tuck you in or wrap your blanket around them. Then, he'll curl up next to you and give you a gentle spoon as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. When you wake up in the morning, you'll find him next to you, as close as he could possibly be - for he is a hopeless romantic, and cannot bear to be without you even when asleep.

Tamaki Amajiki: He’ll gently press his lips to your brow and murmur a kiss. Then he snuggles closer, breathing in the scent of you. He presses closer against the soft part of your shoulder, hoping you will find comfort in him, too, and closes his eyes, letting a deep sense of contentment wash over him.

[sawbiter]

kiss it better - izuku midoriya

- cws/tags : smut, oral (reader receiving), afab reader with no specific pronouns used (i believe), love bites, relatively vanilla, softy izuku bc i like my men loving, fluffy, being in love, established relationship, shy!reader, porn w/o plot, reassurance, minor insecurities (all bodies / genitals r beautiful!)

18+ content ahead; you are responsible for the media you consume online.

author's note: i had covid nd then writers block but im back for now! pls enjoy i love izuku.

-

you can feel yourself flushing slightly as izuku takes off your shirt, unclipping your bra after he does so.

hes still fully clothed (unfairly, in your opinion,) and it's honestly,, a little nerve-wracking.

“baby?” izuku snaps you back to reality, looking up at you from his spot on the floor and noticing your nerves, “we don't have to do this- I won't be mad or anything.”

his red eyes are so, so soft.

you swallow, “i want to. i'm just.. i don't want to like.. tatse bad to you,” you say, your arms crossing in front of your chest subconsciously.

he just smiles up at you, “you won't, baby. i promise.” izuku grips your hand and squeezes reassuringly, “how about,, i start off just kissing you down there? just warming you up a bit?”

you flush further, butterflies invading your stomach as you nod.

he nods back at you, before beginning to give your thighs teasing love bites, kissing them gently after he pulls off for each one.

it's teasingly slow, you feel so achy you almost wish you hadn't asked him to go slow.

when he finally, finally makes it to your cunt, you're almost gushing for him. he smiles up at you once more, squeezing your hand before beginning, giving your clit a kiss and pushing your thighs further apart for better access.

you whine lowly at his teases, your whimpers getting louder as he laps up your juices & sucks on your clit, “'zuku,,“ you whimper, your eyes teary.

“'s it good, baby?” he asks, pulling away for a moment. you nearly sob at the loss of stimulation.

“please, keep going. feels,, so good.” you sniffle, your hips twitching upwards as he goes back to it, sucking on your clit.

he inserts a finger, causing you to outright moan his name and buck your hips to meet his hesitantly thrusting fingers.

“so brave, huh?” izuku praises, his voice slightly muffled from how close he is to your cunt, “you just needed me to calm you, 'nd now you're all wet for me.”

you nod vigorously, “please, 'm gonna cum soon- don't stop.”

as soon as you announce it, it's like a switch flipped in his brain, and he's back to lapping at your cunt, speeding up his fingers as he licks up your juices like it's his last meal. your thighs lock up around his head, your fingers tugging at his hair- practically suffocating him in your cunt.

with another harsh suck to your aching clit, you cum with a loud moan, almost going limp as your thighs lock tense around his head only to go slack.

“was that too much?“ he asks, as soon as you come down from your high.

“it was great- i love you.” you respond.

he smiles, “i love you too.”

[chokemewhenwefuck]

imagine leg locking a fucked out izuku

his hips hitting against yours in a disgraceful rhythm as your pussy pours out juices on his thick cock. his head laying between your shoulder and neck, harsh breaths hitting your skin as his hands hold your waist down.

held back whines sound in your ear before his hoarse voice tells you he’s close to cumming. your hands raise up to his messy green hair before you wrap your legs around his thin waist. “cum in me baby, cum in my pussy.” you moan as you suck his already covered neck, pushing him right to the edge.

[noyasmashing]

Virgin!Izuku, who is easily embarrassed by his inexperience, blushing and shaking when called out for his perverted stares. Despite being a famous pro hero, he admits he has never gone past a simple touch over the bra.

Virgin!Izuku, Who came in his pants with a cry when you palmed him through the fabric, whispering words of praise making him squirm. He tried to apologize, but his words quickly died as you popped him in your mouth.

Virgin!Izuku, can’t control himself as he presses his hips into your mouth, emitting soft, needy moans. Gazing at you with stars in his eyes as you give him the best pleasure he’s had in his life.

Virgin!Izuku, who quickly becomes erect once more after watching intently as you consume his baby’s without a single drop being missed.

Virgin!Izuku, breaks down in tears as soon as you playfully mock his quick climax, his hips thrusting against nothing as he whimpers and grasps at your hips.

Virgin!Izuku, that gasps in pleasure as you slowly lower yourself onto his throbbing erection, struggling to hold back from cuming inside when you whisper how amazing his cock feels inside you.

Virgin!Izuku, arches his back desperate to bury himself deeper inside you, tears welling up in his eyes as you stroke his cheek affectionately, expertly moving your body against his. With a loud cry, he releases himself as your warm walls tightens around him.

Virgin!Izuku, who twitches inside you, cum still leaking from his sensitive cock, your comforting words and heartfelt praises, make him cum again and again.

Virgin!Izuku, struggles to form sentences as you whisper dirty words into his ear, his hips squirming and moving away from you uncontrollably as you continue riding him.

Virgin!Izuku, who lets out a pitiful sob as you remind him, "I haven't cum yet, baby."

[gamblersdoll]

izuku’s first time giving head so nerve wracking for him its like.. “well what if i knick you” or “what if it doesn’t feel good for you”

and hes like a literal god in bed, because is lips and tongue are so soft and it feels like soft suckles and licking on your clit and dear god does he dip his tongue inside, your pulling at his hair.

thats how you discovered he had a degrading kink.

your back arches and you moan, but the izuku opens his mouth and groans. “o— oh god, you fucking slut..” he says, feeling a wave of nervousness and fear in his stomach and he only gets hard when you moan in response.

[skymar13]

Big number 1 Izuku midoriya

Aged up

Big number 1 who forgets his cock is too big and stretches your pussy in all the right ways.

Big number 1 who’s tired of adoring fans trying to take what’s his so he pounds into you until you’re only able to see smell hear touch and taste him

Big number 1 who gives you the same reassurance he does to the people he saves “you can take it” “I got you don’t worry” “I am here”

Big number 1 who has unmatched stamina, and ends up holding you like a rag doll bucking his hips into you over and over until you can’t breathe.

Big number 1 who loves his job but he loves you just a tiny bit more, and can’t wait till he gets home so he just fucks you on top of his desk.

Big number 1 who promises it’ll just be one more time. “Please baby? Just one more time I need it please?” But he’s a liar you and him both know it.

Big number 1 who has a breeding kink and just wants to fill you up so deliciously. Over and over and over.

Big number 1 who loves when you’re a crying mess riding his dick. Making you reach your own orgasm.

Big number 1 who makes you wear toys to press conferences turning it on when you have to answer the most important questions.

Big number 1 who won’t cum until you’ve done so atleast 3 times before.

Big number 1 who will eat you out until he’s had a seven course meal then dive back in for dessert.

Big number 1 who’s knows how much his punishments can hurt so he runs you a nice warm bath as he fingers your tiny hole to make your body go slack.

Big number 1 who loves you so much he just has to show it.

➳༻❀✿❀༺➳

Finally giving yall the freak you want, send recs bc I am running out of ideas.

[lissdiary]

thinking about teacher!izuku pulling you into his empty classroom while everyone’s at lunch rush. you both were originally supposed to create lesson plans for both of your classes, but how could you resist the way he kept looking at your lips?

it doesn’t take long for izuku to push everything off his desk and place you on top of all his paperwork. his scarred veiny hands on your hips, your legs wrapped around his waist as his tongue explores your mouth. you can’t help but trace your hands along his muscles, his suit defining every inch of his torso. the way your hand gently pulls on his hair causes izuku to move his hands up to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

by the time the bell rings, you’ve both regained your breaths preparing for the students to return to their classes. before you’re able to walk out of his classroom, he pulls you by your waist. “i’ll see you later, ’kay love?” he kisses your cheek before opening the door for you. “wait” you fix his tie before heading out, he chuckles not realizing he looked a mess.

“what would i do without you my love?”

[juicygf]

i need him. but not in a sexual needy way. more like the way i want that weird plush on aisle 4

[chaepink]

Money, Money, Money! | sub!izuku midoriya

wc: 1.3k+ words | masterlist

dom!gn!reader, sub!pro-hero!izuku, sugar daddy x sugar baby relationship (reader is the sugar baby), degradation, bondage, financial domination, shoe humping, use of vibrator toys, gagging/choking, not really proof read

note: anon wanted the character to be changed to delu for context

AND GOD DAMN AM I PROUD OF THIS ONE

"Do you like it, baby?" izuku lifts his head up, his hazy, glassy eyes staring at the way the new outfit you just bought today looks on you. it looks incredible but he isn't able to voice that thought out, not when you've attached a ball choker around his head and in his mouth which prevents him from saying anything.

You smile when he nods eagerly, taking your sweet time to pose for him so he could see the entire outfit. Though you take longer than usual to do so, just so you could tease him.

You walk towards him, each loud step of your shoes on the floor making izuku's heart race at what going to happen next.

When you've reached him kneeling on the floor in front of the bed, you lick your lips at the delicious scene in front of you.

Drool is dripping down izuku's mouth as it drips onto his legs and even on his leaking cock. a vibrator toy sits attached to his hard dick, waiting to be turned on. his hands are tied behind is back and you dont even need to tie his legs apart, izuku is obedient enough to do that himself. His body is fully revealed to you and if you were to see him from behind, you would be able to see a vibrator toy in his ass too.

You coo at him. "look at you, already leaking like a whore when i haven't even touched you yet." Izuku whimpers but you see the way his dick twitches at your words, his face flushing a bright red. He’s been in this position for a hour now and his dick has been hard almost the entire time. everytime he moves, his dick bumps against his stomach and he can't help but let out a moan each time.

"what? don't lie, you really are a whore for me." You stand in front of him, looking down to stare at the hearts in his eyes. "after all, you let me do all sorts of stuff to you." You chuckle before remembering something.

"oh right! i almost forgot about the toys on you, let me just grab the remote it came with." You reach for the nearby remote before reading the instructions carefully. You just bought the toy today for him and you were eager to test it out, wanting to see all the reactions it would emit from izuku.

"they both came together so i assume they're connected somehow." You quickly scan the paper.

"it says here.. that if i press this button-" You press a button and izuku sudden jerks forward, his eyes widening and tears immediately prickling his eyes. He whines and shuts his eyes. You can hear the sound of vibrations and when you glance at the one attached to his dick, you see the way its vibrating.

Holy shit. You assumed it was going to work well since it costed quite a lot but you didnt know it would work this good. Izuku’s face scrunches up and you realize you started the vibrations on high but you don't move to lower it.

A muffled gasp escapes from him as the toy in his ass immediately hits a spot in him that makes pre cum spurt out of his dick. You watch in amusement as izuku quickly falls apart at the feeling of being played with from both sides. He can't think properly on whether or not he focusses on the pleasure coming from his dick or his ass.

Drool escapes through the openings of the choker and he stares up at you with glassy eyes, pleading you to take it off. And so you do, you want to hear all the adorable noises he lets out obviously.

Though when you move towards him to do so, you purposely bump your leg against his dick, pressing it against his chest. Izuku lets out a cry at the friction.

You’re then surprised to see cum shoot of his dick, staining his chest. You watch in shock and disbelief but izuku is quick to apologize now that the choker is off him.

"s-shit [name] ah!" Izuku whimpers when his dick immediately becomes hard again and he realizes you haven't turned off the vibrations. If anything, he feels you increase them, making him widen his eyes.

"wait! i-i didn't m-mean ngh to c-cum!" You narrow your eyes at him and you suddenly grab a fistful of his hair to yank his head back.

"but you did cum anyways, didn't you? without my permission too like a brat." Izuku hisses at the pain and shuts his eyes. He slowly nods, not wanting to disobey you.

He feels you let go of his hair and stare down at him with narrowed eyes. You’re looking at him like he’s some dirty plaything for you and while he is, fuck do you look hot doing it.

You feel some movement against your leg and you stare down, seeing his dick move against your leg. Izuku must be doing it subconsciously because when he follows your gaze, he gasps and stutters out another apology but you quickly cut him off.

"what, you want to hump my shoe or something? you want to be a dumb whore for me?"

Izuku bites his lip but he then nods eagerly and you let out a small laugh. It’s addicting, really. The feeling of having such power and control over someone who could easily overpower you. He could break out of the bondage right now but you know he won't. You know he wants to be a good boy for you.

You stick your foot out in front of his leaky dick, presenting your new fancy leather shoes that izuku assumes are really expensive.

Well he knows they were expensive actually, he bought them for you for you twos anniversary recently.

With almost no hesitation, Izuku begins grinding his dick against your shoe, groaning at the friction of the rough material against his sensitive member. He can’t help but lean forward to lay his cheek on your thigh and stare up at you as he falls apart from your shoe. You feel the way his dick vibrates from the toy attached.

“F-Fuck ah! Y-Your shoe feels s-so good, baby.” You giggle and lean down to wipe the drool from the corner of his lips, making his eyes flutter.

Since he’s still sensitive from his first orgasm, his second one quickly approaches and he’s quick to warn you. He lets out a groan as he stares up with you with glassy eyes and you already know what he’s asking for as his mind is probably too foggy to even ask or think properly.

You play with the remote in your hand before turning the toys to its highest setting, making Izuku let out a choked whimper.

“Go on, baby. You’ll be a good boy and cum for me right? You finally asked for permission this time.” Izuku nods rapidly as his pace against your shoe speeds up even more. He suddenly lets out a cry as cum shoots out of his dick and stains your shoe along with your lower leg.

You feign a pout. "my shoe is all ruined now!" Though izuku doesnt seem to care, only continuing to rut again your shoe even though he just came for the second time. The pleasure must've gotten to his head, you think as you watch in amusement. You glance down and see as his cum drips down your shoe and onto the floor underneath.

You use a finger to tilt his head upwards towards you, a small grin on your face. "but you'll buy me a new pair right? you'll be a good boy and do that for me, wont you?"

Izuku stares up at you dumbly, hearts practically in his eyes. He nods eagerly.

"anything for you, [name]."

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

[rueclfer]

everything is embarrassing // izuku midoriya

when he doesn't know how to take control of his life

a/n: 6k+ words lmao i feel crazzzzzy ok bye

19-year-old izuku doesn't have the privilege of hopping around college parties on the weekends or enjoy the “college experience” like his friends do.

he can barely catch a break to breathe.

monday through friday he's in classes from 8:00am to 4:00pm, and for more than half of the week from 6:00pm to 12:00am, he's working at the campus library- simultaneously shelving returns, organizing files, and scrambling to finish his homework. on the weekends, he'll be at his part time job at the local cafe just down the street from his dorm building.

it hasn't been an easy semester for izuku. he's a year behind his friends and he wants nothing more than to be able to walk across that stage with them by the end of their fourth year, but nothing comes easy when you’ve been out of school for a year, no money, have a scholarship on the line, and a single mother at home to make proud.

he's watching the time go by. his eyes darting back and forth between the ticking needle on the analog clock and you sitting at your usual table with your headphones on, attention glued to your textbook, and the tapping of your pencil growing louder by the second.

occasionally, he'd let himself clock out and lock up about 5-10 minutes early if there was no one lingering around on his floor, and all of the day's work had been completed. no one stays as late in the library as you do. it annoys him. 

5-10 minutes is crucial to izuku.

he could get a head-start on his commute back to his dorm. if he walks quickly enough, he'd be back before 12:15am, be ready for bed by 12:35am, and he'd be able to get at least 6 hours of sleep.

if he's lucky.

but you. you were always there until the very last minute- sometimes even past closing.

it's 12:05am. how could anyone be so careless to not keep an eye on the time? can’t you see that it’s only you two left on this floor? did you not hear the 10 minute closing warning on the intercom?

if he wasn't running on a couple hour of sleep, a poor excuse for dinner, and 6 hours worth of brain numbing work, he wouldn't have the nerves to approach you so casually. he'd be replaying what he wanted to say in his head, stumbling over his words, and hope you wouldn't take offense to it.

"the library's closed." he bluntly says, still maintaining a few feet of distance.

you don't hear him or notice his presence at all. you're lost in that textbook and your mind is fumbling through these terms and definitions staring back at you.

izuku blinks once. then twice.

"hey." he starts again, taking a step closer and setting a hand down on the table right above your textbook.

you look up and catch the library worker’s tired eyes. your gaze immediately flickers to the analog clock hung on the wall past his shoulder.

12:12am

“oh shit!” you exclaim, ripping off your headphones. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, i lost track of time.”

you slam your textbook shut, rubbing your eyes against the back of your hand. how long had you been at it like this? studying the hours away in your own corner of the library?

“yeah.” izuku breathily chuckles, a sense of relief washing over him as he watches you haphazardly shove your books and papers in your bag. “sorry, i hate to interrupt a good study session, but i’m kinda tired, and if i stay here for another minute, the shelves might start talking to me.”

“god, don’t be sorry. i get it.” you laugh, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “i’m here, like, everyday. i’m sure everyone who works here is sick of me by now.”.

“yeah, me too.” he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck as you two make your way towards the exit. “here everyday, that is.” he quips, nervously running a hand through his tousled hair.

“look at us, so scholarly.” your voice dripping in sarcasm. you turn your head over your shoulder to meet his eye. “paying so much money for this university to drain us of all joy in life.”

“well, i’m on a scholarship.” izuku mutters. “so i guess i still have some joy left?

“yeah? well that’s actually even worse.” 

“is it?” he cocks an eyebrow.

“you have much more to lose.”

-

the next time you two see each other, he’s knelt over an open filing cabinet, digging through dividers for some sort of paperwork. 

since that night you’ve met, university life has felt a bit less lonely- something about taking a 20 minute walk to your dorm buildings, which happens to be right next to each other, complaining about how terrible of time you’re having adjusting to university life really brings people together.

“hey.” you cough.

izuku looks up to see you sporting a coffee cup in each hand.

“oh. it’s you. hey.”

you hold one out to him, waiting for him to take it, but all he does is give you a blank stare as his eyes flicker between your own and the cup outreached towards him.

“take it.” you chuckle. “i brought it for you. you looked like shit last time i saw you, so...”

the corners of his mouth quirks up into a smile, gingerly accepting the hot cup of coffee.

“...so this is your apology for staying past closing the other night?” he teases.

“oh definitely not.” you scoff. “i’ll be doing it again tonight too, don’t you worry.”

he nods his head, taking a deep swig of the bittersweet coffee. “see you at midnight, then.”

“see you at midnight.” you confirm, sending him a smile as you pull your headphones over your ear and head towards the back of the library where your designated table was waiting for you.

-

at 21-years-old, izuku goes to his first house party. it takes you about a week to convince him to give you one of his saturday nights that he’d usually reserve for studying or catching up on sleep.

“please.” you beg once more. “what are you going to say to your future students? how are you going to say you had the college experience without going to a single party?”

“with a degree?” he chuckles, slinging a rag over his shoulder. “you’re also distracting me. i’m on the clock, and my boss can come back anytime, you know.”

“oh, please.” you roll your eyes. “if toshinori was here, he’d be telling you to put your big boy pants on and get drunk with his favorite customer tonight. and if you agreed the first time i asked, i wouldn’t have to follow you to your second place of employment.”

“i’m sorry, i can’t. maybe next time?”

“please, izuku, just one party. i’ll help you get ready after your shift. we’ll leave anytime you want, but i can guarantee you’ll have so much fun. i promise i’ll never ask you again if you really do end up hating it.”

he can imagine it now- if someone asked him about his college experience, he wouldn’t mention the parties, the professors, or the time spent away from home. he’d talk about you.

izuku has a hard time balancing his life between keeping up with the workload and trying to not let his days blend into a muddy gray, but you had perfectly fit somewhere in between all of the chaos like a fresh breath of air.

izuku was tired, and you were a shot of espresso. how can he say no to you?

“fine.” he sighs in defeat, sliding a cup of coffee across the counter towards you. “but i can’t be out that late, okay? i have to be back here in the morning.”

-

“what the fuck happened?” you slam the door shut behind you, muffling out chatter of the crowd and heavy bass shaking through the walls. 

you twist a wad of toilet paper into a cone before plugging the stream of blood gushing from his nose.

“sorry, sorry, sorry!” he repeats, holding the toilet paper in place with a bewildered look in his eyes. 

“i don’t know what happened,” he starts in a nasally tone “maybe it’s all the smoke in the air or something. i heard that second hand smoke can be really drying for your nasal passages, especially if there’s not a lot of ventilation like in this apartment, i also haven’t been drinking a lot of water today and-”

“aht!” you interrupt, nudging him over with your elbow to rinse your hands off from the bloody residue. “my theory is that your body is shutting down on itself from the lack of proper sleep and nutrition. thoughts?”

izuku pouts. “stop it. i had a protein shake before we came, remember?”

“of course, how could i forget about the most rancid concoction you managed to blend together?” you mutter, wetting a wad of toilet paper and dabbing away the dried blood that had fallen onto his chin and t-shirt.

he cocks an eyebrow at you, holding up the red solo cup containing a questionable blue liquid that you shoved in his hands to hold when his nose started dripping blood. 

“wow, since when were you a chem major? since you know so much about ‘rancid concoctions,’ huh?” he deadpans.

“izuku midoriya, are you getting sassy with me?” you scoff, grabbing the cup back from his hands.

“maybe i am.” he presses his lips together to suppress a smirk. “or maybe i’m just making an observation.”

izuku had finally started learning how to bite back. somewhere within the last year, the skittish library worker who you enjoyed pestering had grown the confidence to return your relentless teasing.

you weren’t sure how to take it- how giddy it made you feel and how much more of it you wanted to draw out of him.

to him, it was all a front. he perfected the line delivery with ease, but at the cost of his chest tightening and stomach turning over the sight of your amused smile and lit up eyes. this made him anxious.

you have much more to lose

everytime he sees you, he’s reminded of your very first conversation together when you were first years. he’s acutely aware of how much he has to lose, but if there’s one thing izuku could not bear to risk losing during the worst few years of his life, it was you.

“uh, why are you looking at me like that?” he nervously chuckles, his ears growing hot from trailing your eyes as they glaze over his face.

“i love you.” you smile, the alcohol finally making its way to your head. “a lot.”

izuku’s breathing stops for a moment. his eyes widen, and the nervous giggles continue pouring out as his facade from minutes earlier crumbles completely.

“why are you laughing?” you chuckle, taking a sip from your cup, choking back a grimace.

“i…i don’t know.” he bites his bottom lip, suddenly aware of his nervous habit. “you’re just being a silly drunk right now."

“what? because i said i love you?” you cock your head with a lazy smile “the L-word got your panties in a twist?”

“don’t know what you mean.” he turns his attention back to the mirror, subtly swiping his sweaty palms on his thighs before unplugging the tissue from his nose. 

for the first time in his life, he’s simultaneously grateful and regretful for alcohol. grateful for the red sheen over his face to mask his blush. regretful for the carelessness it caused you with your words. 

he doesn’t have the time or energy to entertain it. that is the one thing he’s certain of. he wouldn’t be good for you- wouldn’t give you the time and attention you deserved. he loves you too. he loves you enough to not say it back.

“it stopped bleeding. i think i’ll have to leave soon, so let’s get back out there, yeah? i’ll make you a better drink, too.”

he shoots you a forced grin before grabbing you by the shoulders and ushering you two back to the party where you reunite with your roommates and mutual friends. you leave your drink in the bathroom.

-

on the day izuku turns 22-years-old, he finds out that he’s on track to graduate with you and his friends. after stepping out for a quick phone call with his academic advisor, he drunkenly cries into your shoulder mid-birthday party (that his boss at the cafe forced him to take the time off to have).

all of the hard work and courses he packed on during his first two years at university finally paid off. though, that doesn't mean he’s gotten any easier on himself.

he quits his job at the library and starts student teaching part time at the local middle school for college credit.

you barely see him now-a-days. more often than not, your texts go unanswered.

izuku is a busy guy.

you miss him. you didn't realize how lonely it felt to walk back to your dorm from the library at midnight by yourself- you haven't felt this way for a while, not since you met izuku. 

you wished he made it easier for you. your feelings for him never subsides, but instead grows into a longing ache. it’ll be like this until graduation. the occasional text message, running into each other in the halls with quick hello and goodbye, coming into his weekend job just to see him for a few reassuring moments- you know you both needed it.

he talks about you to his students a lot- “my best friend,” “someone important to me,” “my support system,” and etc. he’s always referring to you.

he missed seeing you all the time, but it’s all been so hectic for him he hates to admit that you barely cross his mind when he’s in the midst of a busy day. on top of his regular grueling school work, he has to lesson-plan for the days he’s teaching, grade papers, as well as check in with his professors and mentors.

he doesn’t know how he does it.

working in that library was excruciating, but he missed nothing more than the last half hour of his shifts where it’d just be you two, sending shy glances at one another until it hit midnight. he doesn’t even mind the rest of the 6 hour shift where you’re just sitting in the same spot that you always gravitate towards, head in the textbook for him to look up at every now and then.

you tell him you love him for the second time at the end of your graduation party when all of the guests have cleared out of your half empty apartment.

“what?” his eyes go wide, exactly like they did a year ago.

“i love you, izuku.” you ball the sides of your graduation gown, wrinkling the fabric in your hands.

you’re sober this time, which makes it infinitely more painful to say out loud.

his mouth gapes open as if he’s a fish gasping for water. he doesn’t know what to say.

“i have for years.” you fill in the silence, fidgeting with the silky material. “ever since you kicked me out of that fucking library, i think. i don’t know. maybe i’m being stupid, but i can’t help it. i love you, and i need you to know before… you know.”

it’s been three years, and you’ve waited until this night to pour it all out because you knew that in less than 24 hours, you’d be going your separate ways.

in a perfect situation, izuku would tell you that he feels the same. he’d run through an airport to stop you from leaving and beg you to stay with him. you wouldn’t have to go back home. you’d share an apartment. live in the city. start your entry jobs. you’d have time together.

“i’m sorry.” is all he says. “i’m sorry.” he repeats.

tears well in his eyes, and he grabs you by the shoulders to pull you into his chest.

“sheesh, you’re such a crybaby.” you choke out a half chuckle, your eyes running hot now. “don’t be sorry, okay? i get it. i know.”

your arms tightly wrap around izuku’s waist as you two silently sob into one another. his hand runs through your hair, stopping at the nape of your neck to pull you closer.

there’s something much more painful behind this confession to cry about. you’re leaving the city, and you have no reason to stay. for the first time in three years, izuku won’t be within arm’s reach and you’re left with the cold reality of navigating your future without your best friend by your side.

“you know, i..” he begins, pulling you back to look at your face, searching for the right words, or an answer. “it’s not that i don’t feel the same, okay?” 

his cheeks lightly dust over pink. it’s the first time he’s admitted that out loud.

“i know.” you sadly smile, your hand reaching up to wipe away the stray tears left on his cheeks. “we’ll be okay. we worked hard for this, izuku.”

izuku felt like throwing up. he had spent the last three years working himself into the ground with endless all-nighters, black coffees, and missed events to get everything he’s ever wanted for his future, so why does it feel like his world is slipping from between his fingers?

yes, he worked hard, but he wondered if it was all enough?

“i’m going to miss you.” he mutters, connecting your foreheads together. “i already do. you’re everything to me.”

“me more. i’ll miss you more.”

after that night, you don’t see izuku again for a long time. 

izuku jumps into his new position at the local high school in the same school district as the middle school he worked at during his last year of university. he feels a sense of relief everytime he walks into his school building- something that he couldn’t ever say during his years as a student.

you move back home and land an entry job at a startup tech company. it’s boring work, but at least it’s remote and your days don’t mesh into one- you made sure you would never have to go through that again.

you try to stay connected, but work is busy, and you’re both trying to figure out what life is supposed to look like post-grad. occasionally, you’ll send each other a meaningless “thinking of you” message, but you eventually lose contact after a couple of years of trying to plan visits and meet ups- there is just no time. there never was.

-

at 27-years-old, izuku is spending his late afternoon sitting in his empty classroom with one of his students. it’s half an hour past their scheduled parent-teacher conference time, and he’s wondering if he should just reschedule.

“are you sure your mom is coming? did you tell her the right time and date?” izuku sighs, resting his head on a propped elbow.

“duh. what kind of student do you think i am?” they scoff, glancing up at him from their phone.

“judging by your grades, i know exactly the kind of student you are.” he mumbles.

izuku’s trying to not panic, the kid clearly isn’t, but he’s wondering how far back this sets his schedule. he should be starting on the stack of papers to grade by now. he still needs to write out a lesson plan for tomorrow. maybe the kids deserve a movie day? maybe he deserves a movie day.

“don’t freak out.” izuku hears from outside of his door “you’re fine. it’s okay. seriously, chill the fuck out you weren’t interrupting anything, i needed a break anyways. i’m walking in right now. yeah, i’ll let you know how it goes.”

finally.

izuku straightens up, and tightens his tie. he whips open his laptop and pulls up the tabs of grades and assignments to discuss.

“i’m so sorry-” the voice falters at the end as it enters the classroom.

“don’t be, i was just-” izuku glances up from his screen and his throat suddenly closes shut.

5 years later, and the universe leads you back to one another. here. in his classroom.

“izuku midoriya?” you cough out.

for the first time in his life, he doesn’t like the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth. it’s hesitant. it sounds foreign. it makes him question himself for a moment. 

yes? that’s me, right? it’s me, izuku. your izuku.

“what are…uh.. you…here?” he stammers, unable to get the words out.

you take a step forward into the classroom. you could pass out at the sight of him. he still seemed as boyish as ever. maybe a bit broader, and taller, but his hair is still just as wild as it was in university. you can’t help but feel a twinge of insecurity as you wonder if you looked any different as well.

“uh…where’s mom?” your nephew glances back and forth between you two starstrucked at the sight of one another. “we have to look over my grades and stuff, you know.”

“right!” you exclaim. “your mom got caught up at work, so she asked me to come in.” you awkwardly shift in your position, your eyes never leaving izuku’s.

izuku’s face flares up in heat, snapping back into the present as his eyes flicker back towards his student.

“you know what? let’s reschedule that. you can go and i’ll see you tomorrow?” he quickly stands up, knocking over his chair and hitting his knee against his desk in the process.

“really?” they cock an eyebrow at the shift in behavior from the two adults in the room.

“yup! we’re running late and i have a meeting right now, so i’ll just email your mom to reschedule.” he forces a reassuring grin, making his way around his desk. “don’t forget to read over the syllabus to see what’s due, alright?”

“alright, i guess. see you tomorrow then, sensei” they shoot you a questioning side glance as they sling their backpack over their shoulder. “are you taking me home?”

“no.” you say, almost a bit too quickly. “uh, i have some errands to run before your mom gets back home, so you go on ahead i’ll see you at home.”

once your nephew leaves, unsuspecting of the thick line of tension running between his aunt and teacher, izuku quickly rushes over and shuts his door.

“whatareyoudoinghere?” the sentence leaves his mouth in an incoherent string of words. he grabs you by the shoulders and lets his eyes take in your face. every curve, every mark, every wrinkle, old and new.

you feel 19 again. you guess the urge to kiss izuku midoroya never leaves you, after all. 

“my sister just got a new job, so i’m living with her and helping her out with the kids while she adjusts.” you breathlessly stare at him. “i didn’t know you were still in the city.”

of course he’s still here- exactly where you left him after all these years. his grip on your shoulders tightens as a response. he’s scared that if he lets go, you’ll be gone for good, or at least for another 5 years.

“we should catch up.” you smile, grabbing onto his forearms as a warmth crawls up your next “when are you free? i mean, you’re probably really busy, but even a phone call-”

“tonight? how about tonight?” he blurts out. “we can go somewhere?”

izuku reassures himself that it’s fine. the kids can have a movie day, and he’ll spend that time grading papers and catching up on work. the only thing he needs is right in front of him.

seeing your face light up makes him feel nothing but nostalgic euphoria. he never wants to lose this feeling again.

“i’ll text you, then? you still have my number?”

he almost laughs in your face. your text conversation has been pinned to the top since the day you exchanged phone numbers.

“by heart.”

-

“tech? like you work in IT?” izuku’s face scrunches in disgust. he almost spits his drink out. “why the hell would you do that to yourself?”

“shut up!” you rub your face in your hands, snorting out a laugh. “it’s easy, i’m in a senior position, it pays well, and it’s remote. that’s all i care about for now.”

you two meet at a nearby bar. outside of his suit and tie, he looked much younger. he looks like the izuku you knew half a decade ago with his perpetual pink cheeks, slightly too large graphic tee, and red sneakers.

“so you’re now living with your sister… in the city.” he begins, looking into your eyes with a hopeful gleam. “for how long?”

“i’m not sure.” you shrug. “i’m still figuring it out, but my lease back home is up at the end of next month, so either way, i have to see what i want to do by then.”

“you should stay in the city.” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could process them.

“i mean- it’s just, you know, your sister is here, and her kids, and there’s more opportunities and stuff, and your work is remote anyways, and uh-” he stammers, words flowing out in an unstoppable stream.

“-and you’re here?” you tease.

his face flushes red.

“it is a possibility.” you sigh, shooting him a subtle smirk and saving him the embarrassment of coming up with a response. “i don’t know though. my sister wants me to stay too, but it’s a lot to think about.”

“i get it. my mom moved to the city to be near. it was hard for her.” he takes a sip of his drink. “not with me, though! she’s got a townhouse in the outskirts.” he quips.

you laugh. he definitely hasn't changed.

“speaking of, do you want to come back to my apartment? right now?” he shyly asks, avoiding your gaze for a moment.

“right now?” you look down and check the time displayed on your phone.

11:00pm.

“it’s a school night isn’t it?” you cock your head to the side. "i'm surprised you even wanted to meet up this late. thought i'd have to book office hours with you weeks in advance to catch up." you tease

izuku mentally curses at himself for being so forgetful, and so predictable. he doesn’t want this night with you to end, but that 7:00am alarm set for tomorrow morning is inching closer and closer.

“you’re right.” his confidence deflates. “i guess we should get going.”

you two pay your tab and make your way to the exit. you stand facing each other at the corner of the street, taking in each other’s presence once more.

there’s a faint buzzing in your ear from the lamppost hanging above you and your breaths come out in shallow puffs. you don’t know why you’re so nervous all of the sudden. you wish you didn’t have to leave again.

“so, can we do this again? can i see you again?” he asks, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

“you think i’d get to see izuku midoriya from beyond the grave and let you get away? for the second time?”

he feels like he could cry right now, so he pulls you in for a hug instead. you haven’t changed at all- not in the ways that matter anyways. his hand falls against the nape of your neck as he presses his cheek against your forehead.

“i missed you.” he mutters into your hair.

“me more.”

before you go your separate ways, i love you sits at the tip of his tongue. he wants to tell you. to finally say back after all of these years, but it somehow doesn’t feel right- not yet at least.

-

a few weeks later, you find yourself sitting in one of izuku’s classroom desks. the top button of his shirt is undone, his sleeves rolled up, and the soft late afternoon sunlight streaming through his window bathes him in gold.

from over your laptop screen, you see izuku mumbling to himself as he reads through essays while twirling a red pen between his fingers. the look of concentration had been plastered to his face since you were students- dark furrowed brows, unblinking eyes, a twinge of anxiety, and tightly pressed lips.

“you’re staring.” he mutters in between his incoherent mumbles.

his eyes snap up to meet yours.

“no i’m not.” you shrug, suppressing a satisfied smile as your eyes return to your own screen.

“I think i’ve gotten pretty good at noticing after spending all those years with you in that library.” he returns the smile, leaning back in his seat. “you don’t stare often, but when you do, you stare loud.”

“says you.” you roll your eyes. “you don’t think i ever noticed the thousand glances every hour?”

his face scrunches in embarrassment. 

“not like i could help myself.” he mutters, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. 

“ditto.” you halfway close your laptop and rest your head on a propped elbow. “but you knew that.”

the air in the room thickens between you two. you’ve been itching to have a conversation with izuku about your last moments before you left the city 5 years ago, but there hasn’t been a good time to bring it up. you weren’t even sure if you should at all.

“i don’t think i ever noticed.”

“noticed what?”

“that you liked me.” he pressed his lips together, nervous to bring up the past. “like that at least. i didn’t have a clue before you took me to that party.”

“how could you?” you breathe out a chuckle. “you were drowning in your work and studies, there was no time to even sleep let alone have anything romantic.”

a beat of silence passes.

“sorry.” he mutters.

“don’t be.” you shrug. "i loved you enough for the both of us. you were my best friend, and i wouldn’t change anything. maybe i would’ve forced you to take more naps, though.” you chuckle.

he doesn’t like the past tense termage of this conversation. it makes him feel a bit nauseous thinking that he really did lose it all, even with you here in front of him.

“i told you i felt the same, didn’t i?”

“mmm.. i guess so.” you mutter. “but it’s different. it was a goodbye.”

“i’m sorry.” he says again, with a pout this time.

“stop that.” you launch your pen in his direction, bouncing off of the chalk board behind him. “i’m here now. you’re here. you’re still my best friend. everything’s the same, except we’re a little bit older and have 5 years to catch up on. isn’t that enough?”

you two danced around the conversation for a few more minutes before returning to your work in silence. there was no clear answer as to where your feelings for each other stand now, but he feels just as sick as he did the day of the grad party.

but isn’t that enough? to just have you here now?

on a saturday night in his apartment, just days before you have to go home and sort out your living situation, izuku tells you he loves you for the first time.

you’re staring at him, unsure if maybe you heard him wrong or if it was the television in the background.

“huh?” your mouth gapes open. “what’d you say?”

“i..i love you.” his voice shakes as the words leave his mouth. “i love you, okay?”

for a split second, there’s a sequence of images that flash through his mind. his body would learn to wake up at 6:55am every morning despite his alarm being set for 7:00am. he sees you peacefully sleeping next to him, and he can’t bring himself to let that alarm go off and disturb you.

he’d start the coffee pot- enough for two, obviously. maybe he’d leave a nice note for you to start your day off with. maybe a grocery list if you’re up for the trip, but you’d insist that you go to the market together on the weekend. you’re very distracting, and he knows this, but you’d somehow always meet at the dining room table or his classroom to do work together. 

he’d come home to you softly singing in the kitchen while making dinner. every now and then, he’d surprise you with flowers when he comes home from work, but he’ll brush it off and say it’s “for the apartment” just out of pure nerves. movie nights. falling asleep on the couch together. waking up in the afternoon with a split second of panic- but it’s the weekend and he doesn’t have a class to get to. he’d see the sunlight pool against your face as you slowly wake up from your slumber with fluttering eyelashes. he’d kiss you in that unsuspecting moment. he’d say he loves you with every breath leaving his lungs. he’d always have time for you.

“izuku.” you sadly smile, turning over to the stove and extinguishing the flame. “you don’t have to do this, you know?”

his heart sinks to his stomach.

“i know- no it’s not like that.” he stammers. “it’s because.. i’m saying it because…”

he makes his way around the kitchen island to you, firmly gripping your shoulders. he wants to make sure you hear this from him properly. after all of these years.

“because i love you, and i think i alway have.” he bites his bottom lip. “and i think i always will, and you’re here, and i’m here, and i know it’s hard because i kind of really messed things up in university, but to be honest, i regret everything because yeah i love my job and i’m doing okay now, but i lost you for 5 years and thought i’d never get to see you again and i should've-”

he stops himself when he sees his reflection in your eyes. he’s doing it again- the rambling.

“sorry.” he mutters. “but do you…do you understand?” he almost pleads.

“i understand.” you nod your head, a long exhale following your reply.

for a moment, you’re 22 again, and the tears in his eyes threatening to spill over are no longer apologetic, but now hopeful.

you can’t help but pull him into a hug, running your hand up and down his back as he sniffs back his tears.

“always such a crybaby, izuku.” you muffle into his shoulder. “i love you, too. you know that.”

“i feel so stupid.” he chokes out. “5 years is so long, and i feel like i blacked out for the entirety of that time and now that you’re back, i’m alive and can't do it without you again.”

he pulls away, looking back at you with furrowed brows and tear stained cheeks.

“please stay in the city. please.” 

your eyes widen at the request- the same request you wished left his lips all those years ago.

“you want me to stay?”

“selfishly, yes.” he bites down on his bottom lip. “here. with me.”

you take a moment and let your eyes wander around the apartment. you eye the half cooked dinner on the stove, the pile of unopened mail sitting on the counter, the row of dead plants lining the living room window.

izuku follows your eyes. he knows you’d settle in nicely, almost like the final piece in a puzzle. he feels it in his gut. he also feels the panic bubbling in his stomach the longer your gaze lingers at the chaos behind him.

“is that too fast?” he breaks the silence. “sorry. i don’t mean to jump from ‘i love you’ to ‘move in with me’ in the same night.” he awkwardly laughs, releasing you from his grip. “uh, maybe we’ll talk more about that after dinner.”

his face burns into a bright red- snapping out of his love dazed state and back into the reality where he just confessed to his best friend on a random night in.

“maybe after dinner, you can give me a proper tour of the place?” 

for the first time in izuku's life, he feels content knowing that time passes and the world continues to turn.

with you, it feels a bit gentler.

with you, it's worth it.

-

bonus ssrryy i have to be indulgent lmao:

the first time izuku kisses you, you're on your way back from a late night outing from the bars with his coworkers where he introduces you as his partner for the first time.

"you sure you're okay?" he laughs as you rub your hand against the back of his neck from the passenger seat.

"super peachy, zuku." you hiccup, twirling a green curl between your fingers. "a few drinks got nothing on me."

izuku presses his lip into a wobbly smile.

from his peripheral, he feels your stare burning into his side profile, only making him more nervous by the second. he thinks about teasing you and calling it out for a moment, but he remains silent for the rest of the drive back home.

izuku parks the car, shutting off the engine and letting the overhead light dimly illuminated the space between you two.

he leans over to meet your eyes and rests his elbow over the center console, taking a second to silently debrief from the night's social outing.

"thanks for coming out with me." he whispers, reaching down and shyly interlocking his index finger with yours.

"i love a good excuse to drink." you laugh, leaning in and letting your foreheads connect.

izuku only had a single drink several hours ago, but he suddenly blacks out. with his other hands, he reaches up and tips your chin up and lock his lips with yours.

it takes you off guard, but you don't hesitate to reach up and rest your hand on the side of his neck.

when izuku pulls away, his breathing is heavy and face grows red. your finger remains interlocked.

"um. i love you." he coughs, briefly meeting your gaze before darting away. "uh, sorry i should have asked" he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

"i love you, izuku midoriya." you say in a teasing tone, leaning further over the center console and into the driver's seat.

izuku leans away until his back hits the soft interior of the car door.

"uh, we should.. we should go in? right?" he starts, eyes widening as you inch closer.

you reach over and grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him into you.

"yeah, we should." you say before crashing your lips into his, feeling him accept the defeat with a nervous laugh as he lets his hands find the soft skin of your cheek and warmth of your neck.

[starsfeyes]

mdni • requested are open

Virgin! Prohero! Izuku who begs you to whimpers into every kiss. He begs for more, and more, and more until he’s panting and can’t sting two words together.

Virgin! Prohero! Izuku who is honestly a bit of a pervert. He asked you to sit on his face until he literally cannot breathe. He’s obsessed with leaving literally bite marks deep in your thigh until he can taste blood.

Virgin! Prohero! Izuku who cums his pants when you grind into his lap hard one too many times. Leaning into the kiss letting your tongue explore his open mouth and crying out for you on that last trust.

Virgin! Prohero! Izuku who begs you to leave any kind of mark on him that you can. He’s fine with call of it, biting, slapping, hickeys- as long as you’re doing it to him.

Virgin! Prohero! Izuku who can’t help but thrust his hips into your open mouth. He loves the sound of you gagging, and knowing you can take it makes it so much better.

Virgin! Prohero! Izuku who accidentally called you mommy while receiving a handjob. You’d denied his orgasm so many times already to the point he wasn’t above begging, “ngh- mommy, pl- please!”

Virgin! Prohero! Izuku who didn’t even think to pull out once you finally took his virginity. All he could think about was how good your fight pussy felt while milking him.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Who fell first and who fell harder

Izuku Midoriya: He fell first and harder

Katsuki Bakugo: You fell first but he fell harder

Shoto Todoroki: You fell first but he fell harder

Tenya Ida: He fell first but you fell harder

Fumikage Tokoyami: You fell first but he fell harder

Hitoshi Shinso: You fell first and harder

Denki Kaminari: He fell first and harder

Eijiro Kirishima: He fell first but you fell harder

Mashirao Ojiro: You fell first but he fell harder

Mirio Togata: He fell first but you fell harder

Tamaki Amajiki: He fell first and harder

[ushiwakatrash]

The Dekusquad as roommates

According to the new rules, UA has decided to place two people per room.

(This deviates from the original plot line)

See the Bakusquad version here.

Midoriya Izuku  緑谷 出久

Biggest sweetheart

He's honestly a breath of fresh air and is actually very chill as a roomie

He is very considerate of you and is like an older brother at times (maybe kinda like a dad too)

You both have cute little study sessions when exams are nearing

has a very comforting aura that soothes your soul

gives the best hugs especially during a draining day or just when you need it

Is very accepting of everything you do like belting high notes in the shower (he snickers when your voice cracks)

or when you're doing a full on dance routine and he catches you mid act, he just drops his things and vibes with you

Unlike him, you struggle with waking up in the morning and once you are awake, you see him fully dressed, preparing his things for the day

He was the one who woke you up by the way

You rush to take a shower and hear him shout that he's leaving first

When you get out of the bathroom you see your bed made, on top is an apple with a little note attached to it

"HURRY UP!!! ♡"

Iida Tenya  飯田 天哉 

oh god why him

unlike Deku, this mf had a stick up his a-

he was okay BUT THE NAGGING HAS TO STOP

What surprised you is that he was actually good at listening to your concerns and would ask if you wanted either comfort or solutions to your problems

After Iida being your free personal therapist for a while you both started to open up to each other naturally and he used you as his free personal therapist as well

The nagging dies down when you finally start going along with Iida's antics and honestly, he was useful at times

When he gets unbearable you threaten to break one of his glasses on display (you gotta do what you gotta do)

he gives in but looks at you with a stink eye

Screams at you for leaving clothes on chairs

Todoroki Shouto  轟 焦凍

Is doing nothing and just being there the new definition of chill?

that ain't chill, that's just... cold ( ´ཀ` )

The first week he said absolutely NOTHING to you. Just fixed exactly half of the room the way he wanted, old traditional Japanese-style.

Like how did he even do this in a day

The next few weeks were the same but you both occasionally nod at each other just to acknowledge the other's presence

One night you were up and struggled to wrap your head around a topic in your history class which reduced you to tears

Shouto noticed this and headed to your desk to give you awkward but comforting head pats

"which part's giving you a hard time? let me help you."

after passing the test thanks to you roomie's help, you treated him to cold soba the next day (he gladly accepted)

since that day, you started talking more and hanging out more

after MONTHS he finally told you that he was lucky to have you as a friend

and maybe has a slight crush on you but you don't have to know that

(Izuku gives him away though by giggling or sending knowing glances when he talks to you)

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

[chokemewhenwefuck]

izuku loves playing with your pussy after a long day.

imagine izuku stripping you out of your pants only, eyes glued to your aching cunt as he slowly starts to lick at your gaping hole. your hands grabbing at the sleeves of your sweatshirt as you lay back and let izuku work your pussy.

imagine him slowly pushing two of his thick calloused fingers into your soaking pussy as you hold onto the brim of your sweatshirt while trying to pull it down to no prevail. his long fingers fucking up into you as his mouth sucks so nicely on your clit.

imagine his fingers speeding up while his mouth still moves slowly, causing your eyes to roll backwards when you hear the absolutely sinful noises your wet cunt make. his hand slamming down against your pussy as your legs begin to shake underneath his hands.

imagine him holding down your legs while he plunges his fingers inside you with enough aggression to make your pussy spray all over his face.

[captainshindo]

Oh me? Nothing just thinking bout BK stage actor I’m crushing on him

I found these on Pinterest and saw a lot of funny selfies from them lol

+ I didn’t know Shindou’s stage actor fine like that😳

[gamblersdoll]

nsfw, sending nudes to izuku! masturbation (m)

he has to be without you for a good couple of weeks, of course for the endeavor internship.. but it was still hell.

he couldnt even get a kiss before he left, goddamnit.

he only groans and puts his hands over his face, only thinking about the next time he’ll see you.

ping!

probably shoto rambling about how his father is trying to talk to him. he usually would answer and listen to the boy rant, but now wasnt that time.

ping!

okay shoto, now isnt the time, i miss my girlfr-

ping! ping! ping!

he growls softly, rolling over to yank his phone off of the iphone charger, eyes widening at the several attachments from you.

he attempts his face ID, of course it doesnt want to work now—motherfucker! he quickly taps his phone pin, swiping to the green and white messaging app and opening your messages—

oh.

oh.

oh my fucking god..

his eyes widen, hands immediately getting clammy and his heart pounds hard. be swallows thickly, ogling at the photo of your squished tits between your elbows.

he swipes, oh god it gets worse. if he wasnt a ass man then, he definitely is now. you looked so good in boxers– wait, those are his boxers! you thief, when did you even take them?

he swipes again, a video now. he presses the play button, watching how you just spread your pretty lips open with just a index and middle, watching how your translucent cum just.. spills and leaks out.

oh god, hes rock fucking solid. can he even breathe? no, he cant. he swipes again, and sees you in his old but larger all might hoodie just.. teasing yourself, really slow.

his allmight hoodie.

he starts to type, fingers just shaking like no other time or whatever. you responded before he can even press send.

‘thought you had missed me, wanted to try something new.’ it read, oh yeah he did miss you, alright.

he couldnt even respond just yet, not with his right hand going to his zipper and his left thumb swiping up to rewatch your videos. you were bold, but he didnt think this bold.

oh god, he missed you. he hadnt even fucked you yet, but he wish he did before you departed.