#izuku x blackreader

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Witness Protection - Landlord (2)

izuku x ghoul!blk fem!reader x katsuki

synopsis - Thinking you finally escaped your dark, utterly fucked up past, things come at you full force making you as equally as paranoid as the police and pro heroes. When two pro heroes just barge their way into your apartment, you begin to learn that your paranoia is warranted. In order to ensure your safety, you are pushed to witness protection....In-home witness protection…....In-home witness protection with two pro heroes.........Let's see how things go!

warnings - will vary among each chapter

I do not own MHA, MHA Characters or anything associated with the brand. I do not own the art, all images were obtained through google. If you know the artist, please tag them.

@blkchxrryblyss 2022

Ch. 1 - Ghoul

Ch. 2 - Landlord

warnings - cussing, near-death experiences, death threats, bakudeku cute moment

w.c - 3.8K

You were very disturbed by the fact that two heroes decided it would be fine and dandy to come into your apartment and just rummage around. It's giving very much police vibes and you certainly were not a fan. 

You heard one rummaging around in your bedroom while you fit yourself in a small space behind your dresser where luckily you had your shotgun. On your full moon days, you had to keep yourself protected and since you couldn’t reach your dual katanas, you had to settle for something a bit quicker to kill. You’ve been doing good at staying silent so far so you watched him for a little to try to get an understanding of what he was here for. Seeing him rummage through your mail drawer made you draw the conclusion that they were probably looking for you. But why? You’re practically dead to the system and to the Red Family. You hope. 

“Dear Stormy?”, you heard him whisper. Now he was getting a little too nosey. 

You quickly and very quietly grabbed your shotgun, stealthily moving out of your hiding place. Your feet moved light like a feather as you aimed the shotgun at the back of his head.

“It��s not nice to snoop through a lady’s drawers. How about you move out the way before your brains are splattered over my nice panties?” You smirked as he growled, most likely disappointed that he didn’t hear you or look well enough around the room. 

He turned around and saw someone that you did not expect.

“Huh? Pro hero Dynamight snooping around an innocent civilian’s panty drawer? Such a shame”, you teased at him. He gave you a glare and occasionally glanced to see if he could use something against you, “Sweetheart, you may be fast, but I know you can’t dodge a 12 gauge slug that is pointed directly at your chest. Now, cooperate or I won’t hesitate to kill you and whoever the fuck else is in my living room. Turn around and walk. No funny shit.”

To his surprise, he cooperated. He didn’t want to, but he could feel that she was very true to her word. Plus, he knew Deku would never forgive himself if his partner was killed while he was only about 10 feet away. So he kept his mouth shut and walked out of the room with the gun handler in tow. Leading into the living room quietly, they saw Izuku’s back turned reading through one of the books on her shelf. He seemed to be focused and before you could make your and his partner’s presence known, he turned himself around and saw the situation. You weren’t shocked to see it was the boyfriend of pro-hero Dynamight, pro-hero Deku. It made the situation better for you.

“Cooperate or I'll blow Mr. Dynamight’s fucking brains out in front of his boyfriend.”

You knew he would listen because who wants to see their loved one’s brains plastered over the walls? You pushed Dynamight in his back with the head of the gun to push him more into the living room so they could be standing side by side with their hands up. 

“Sit on the couch, please. We’re gonna talk,” you stated. Dynamight rolled his eyes taking a seat alongside his boyfriend.

“What makes you think we’re gonna answer any of your bullshit?” He growled making you smirk.

“Ooooooh, you gotta smart ass mouth, don’t you?” you cocked the shotgun and blew a warning shot right in between their heads making them duck and cover their ears, “Now stop fucking around and tell me what the hell y’all were doing snooping around in my shit?”

Both men were actually nervous now. They didn’t show it, but you were serious and by releasing that first shot, they knew that you would release another and gladly would not miss. Dynamight didn’t want to tell you anything. For all they know, you probably weren’t the missing girl and then the whole case would be disposed to a random civilian. But on one hand a lot of the stuff you had was suspicious and pointed to you having something to do with the Red Family. 

Deku was thinking differently. It was you. You’re the girl they are looking for. The bookcase was more than enough to connect you to knowing and being involved with the Red Family. He was confident of that. He wasn’t confident that you would cooperate with them and the police. You ran away for reason, so why would you come back? It didn’t hurt to try though.

“Red Family,” His boyfriend gave him the deadliest glare but Izuku kept going, “We have some indications that you maybe be the person we’re looking for.”

Your face was stoic, showing no emotion toward what he just told you. The Red Family was behind you. They haven’t shown any interest in looking for a dead girl, so you feel they have nothing to worry about. But that little voice in the back of your mind is nagging you.

“What makes you think it’s me?” your voice was leveled, not showing any reaction. Katsuki glared at you, disliking you already. 

“Deku shut the fuck up —” Dynamight was quickly cut off by you.

“No, you shut up! His next answer might save your pathetic fucking life. Now answer the question.” 

Deku let out a shaky sigh, thinking of how he was going to word himself. Any way he put it his answer sounded far-fetched and highly unbelievable. So he decided to bring up something that could potentially trigger you, but hopefully could make you see the strong connections.

“We connected you to the missing child of the shooting that happened 16 years ago. Then we connected you to the Watanabe diamond heist that happened 10 years after. Months after that we saw the CCTV footage of you getting beaten to so-called death—”

“Which was a load of shit because ghouls can’t fucking die like that.” Dynamight scoffed, glaring at you. You clenched your jaw, averting the barrel of your gun to his chest instead of Deku’s.

“DYNAMIGHT!!”

“Ghoul? You better watch your mouth and not speak on shit you don’t know anything about.” You seethed, stepping closer to him. He rolled his eyes glancing at the gun before making eye contact with you.

“Fucking liar. A daughter of a full-blooded ghoul is bound to become one, Parker,” your eyes widened, “Yeah, daughter of Kaine Parker, who was murdered 16 years ago. The 5-year-old daughter was never to be found at the scene. Yeah, I know some shit.”

The silence set in between all three bodies while reality set in for you. They knew about you, but they don’t know about you. They were still tense since it seemed like you were getting angrier by the second. You pressed the gun harder into Dynamight’s chest, while also leaning in closer to his face until they were nose to nose. Deku was glaring at you while Dynamight clenched his jaw giving the same glare.

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

“I don’t want shit from you, but the Red Family might. They are looking for something and the moment they find out you’re alive, you’re gonna look like a fucking idiot.” he sneered, not breaking the eye contact.

The Red Family hasn’t been on your radar in a long time and quite frankly, you felt like you were getting a bit comfortable. They aren’t stupid people, far from it actually, so you know sooner or later they would find out that you are very much alive and well. The problem is not only the Red Family but also the Heroes. You didn’t trust anyone besides Mr. Tsubaki since he knew about your “eating habits”. Heroes were not people who you looked up to because Ghouls and Heroes always had a bad history. Even when the Ghouls showed no harm to Heroes, they were still treated like shit because of the eating habits of the Ghouls. It's not like they could control it. Heroes were also the textbook definition of a poser. They act as if they care, but they don’t. They care about ranks, the status quo, and their image, and all the saves they do are just for show. So you were iffy towards the Heroes no matter how good they showed to be themselves on camera.

“Don’t call me an idiot, bitch. I’ve survived this long, I can survive again….but I’ll hear you out. What’s in it for me? I don’t help no one without a guaranteed price.” You compromised, stepping back from the men and pointing the gun down away from them.

Deku slightly relaxed when the gun was removed from his boyfriend’s chest. Dynamight was still tense because the shotgun was still in your hand. You raised your eyebrow at both of them waiting for an answer.

“You’ll have to come with us to the Commissioner. He’ll tell you what you need to do and what you’ll get if you do it.” Deku explained putting his arms down. 

You nodded and before you could relax you gripped your gun again, getting a gut feeling that something was wrong.

“Who let you in here?” you questioned eyeing the door.

“Your landlord…he cooperated with-” you cut off Deku with a glare.

“He? My landlord isn’t a man.” You scoffed, aiming your gun to your front and shooting it, shocking both of them men. 

You rushed out your door looking both ways down your hallway catching a glimpse of an escaping figure. Shaking your head, you walked back into your place glaring at the two heroes who managed to ruin your entire evening. Crossing your arms over your chest, you glared at the men.

“Well, it seems they found me. Now I really don’t have a choice,” You moved past them and grabbed the most important books and documents that you needed. Quickly stepping into some sweats you made your way back to the heroes, “Well? Come on, let's go.”

“We can’t go out the front entrance dipshit. Just follow us.” You almost agreed, but then you remembered it’s till a full moon out.

“WAIT,” you yelled out making both men turn to look back at you, “Ummm……I-I can’t.”

Dynamite glared at you while Deku just looked flat-out confused. You’re a ghoul, you have the ability to be just as fast as them.

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t?” The blonde man seethed, quite tired of you already. You looked down while gripping the items in your hand.

“I- just not at this moment, so one of yall gon’ have to carry me.” you sassed.

“You just fucking shot at us and threatened to blow our brains out. You really expect us to carry you like you’re some fucking damsel in distress? Be serious right now.” He deadpanned while rolling his eyes.

Just as you were about to argue with your now new nemesis, a strong hand gripped your forearm and slung you around to land on a firm back. 

“Both of you just shut up. Hold on tight and don’t fall behind.” the green-haired man sighed. Surprisingly, Dynamight didn’t rebuttal, just growled lowly and followed behind his boyfriend.

-

After the very cold and windy flight to the police station, the men lead you to a special interrogation room where quirk abilities were useless due to special technology. The heroes just did not believe that you were at a disadvantage at this moment. So there you were handcuffed to the steel table while the Commissioner, Dynamite, Deku, and Aizawa were behind the two-sided mirror.

“So that’s her? Hmm, I was expecting something different,” the Commissioner murmured giving you a curious look, “So Deku, you had to carry Parker here? Because she couldn’t use her abilities ‘at that moment.”

Deku nodded, “Something must be up with her quirk. She used a shotgun on us rather than her quirk. It would've made more sense and that's what we would've been prepared for if her landlord wasn’t a fake.”

The Commissioner eyes widened, “What do you mean?”

“Her landlord wasn’t a man. She’s a lady. He had to be working with the Red Family. After she shot at him and he ran off, she said that they know where she is so being with us is her only option. They must have been watching her for weeks, but they didn’t make a move on her.” Dynamight explained.

The Commissioner was just as confused as the younger heroes. They were able to switch out the landlord weeks in advance to trick the agency but failed to take you away back to the Red Family. It didn’t make sense. 

On the other side of the glass, you sat patiently. You never would have thought that you would be sitting here, with a room full of cops and heroes on the other side watching your moves. They see you as a threat, no matter how “human” you look. They just see a bloodthirsty, flesh-eating, mutant with no self-discipline. You were always told by the Red Family that heroes and cops were just posers. People trying to keep up a good image and get the public to kiss their asses. For a long time, you believed that. You still do believe that. Not because the Red Family told you, but because of the shit that you’ve seen firsthand. All the meetings you were a part of, where you saw heroes and cops that spoke to the public with such grace and promise, those same heroes and cops sat in front of your so-called family and spoke so violently and selfishly about the same public they serve. It disgusted you. Made you distrust everyone. If they couldn’t be loyal to their citizens, then how could they be loyal to you? A snake is a snake and it will forever be a snake.

So, why are you here? Why are you here willingly at that? 

You don’t know why. You don’t trust them, but you don’t get that same eerie feeling as you do everyone else. Plus it wouldn’t hurt to hear what they could offer you to compensate for two good-looking heroes breaking into your apartment. The sound of the door shutting, broke you out of your thoughts, causing you to look up and see the famous Eraserhead. His eyes trained on your form, being cautious of any of your movements. After a few moments of silence, you grew tired of it.

“What do you need from me, Eraserhead?” You questioned firmly.

“Information,” He stated before setting a picture down between the two of you, “Does this look familiar.”

You looked down to see a green jadeite necklace. A necklace that you’ve seen before but wondered why it was important.

“Yeah, what about it?” You shrugged. 

“Well the Red Family has a hold of it and we want to know if you know what they plan to do or even an idea.” The tired man explained slowly. In the back of your mind, you know that they already have an idea of what the Red Family is doing. You haven’t seen them since you “died” at 16, how were you supposed to know what the hell they were doing?

You sighed and looked at the necklace before looking back at Eraserhead, “I’m not telling any of you shit until I am compensated with something. I don’t work or give information for free. Here’s a quick idea: money.”

You crossed your arms, leaning back in your chair waiting for a deal with a smirk on your face. They always have deals. Sometimes they're shitty, but sometimes they're really good deals. 

“If we give you money, you’ll run.” He concluded.

“Then I suggest you better offer me something that’ll keep me here.” You smiled brightly. Eraserhead sighed and looked to the side, thinking.

“Protection.”

“I can protect myself just fine.”

“Didn’t seem like it when you opted to not use your quirk against two of the biggest heroes in the country,” He deadpanned, “A powerful quirk like that could’ve helped you easily escape, yet you didn’t use it. Why is that?”

“We’re discussing a deal, not my quirk.” You scoffed.

“You’ll get your deal when you tell me something useful. If not, well we can just starve you out. We know the appetite of a Ghoul and we do know that your source of food isn’t the easiest to get. So unless you want to go to jail for cannibalism, falsifying your death, and mass murder, I suggest you start talking.” He shrugged as if he didn’t just threaten to pin two charges on you that you never did. 

You glared at the man in front of you. Smug bastard, you thought. As much as you want to tell him that starving a Ghoul out is actually not the best idea, you bit your tongue. They’ll find out the hard way. Rolling your eyes, you averted your attention to the necklace again.

“I’m assuming you gon need me for the whole case y’all got on them,” he nodded and you mimicked that action.

“Alright, I’m gonna need Witness Protection, a pay of 1.35 million yen, and my special kind of food. Preferably warm and bloody,” You didn’t check to see if he agreed, still looking at the necklace, “Now, this necklace is useless. Whatever they’re trying to do with this, is going to lead them to a dead end.”

“How do you know?” He crossed his arms, suddenly interested.

“Tell me we have a deal and what they plan to do with this so-called necklace and I’ll answer your question.” You smiled as he rolled his eyes.

“We’ll get you in Witness Protection, along with the money and your special food. As for the Red Family, they seemed to have a plan to open a realm of some sort. This necklace is supposed to be the key.” He explained. You nodded and looked at the one-way mirror, knowing two certain heroes were on the other side, listening in.

“The necklace was my father’s. He gave it to me, but he tampered with it. It used to hold a substantial amount of power, but he stripped it of its power and stored it somewhere else. Now as to where he stored the power, I don’t know, nor do I know what the real necklace looks like. But I’ll help. Not for you, but for my father. He stripped that necklace of power for a reason and I’d like to keep it that way,” Eraserhead nodded in agreement and stuck his hand out to solidify the deal, but one more request came into your mind.

“Oh and before we shake hands, I’d like In-Home Witness Protection because if you think you’re gonna stick me into regular WP you can kiss me goodbye. And my protectors have to be those top heroes standing on the other side of that mirror. Gotta have the best protection, am I right?” You grinned as you shook his now limp hand.

-

“IN-HOME WITNESS PROTECTION?!?”

The yell from Katsuki could be heard throughout the entire building. His frustration spoke for both himself and Izuku. 

“W-why in-home? There are plenty of witness housing for her to stay in-”

“She’ll walk. Says she is sure the Red Family will find her if she’s placed in one of those houses and she’s our only lead that will cooperate. So she stays with you.” Aizawa states in a tone that is not meant to be argued.

Katsuki lets out a frustrated sigh while Izuku stands quietly. They both know this was the best way to get you to cooperate with them and for you not to tuck tail and hide. You were a valuable asset to the case and they both knew that if this were to not happen they both would get chewed out for losing you as a witness. With that thinking, Izuku nodded his head to get Aizawa and the commissioner to leave, which they kindly obliged to, and turned to his partner who was fuming with anger. 

“We’re gonna have to stay at the house if we do this.” Katsuki’s eyes widened before he turned to Izuku.

“What the fuck?! NO! We built that fucking house to live in for when we got fucking married and you want to turn it into a goddamn shelter for ghoul bitches?!” He yelled out in frustration.

Izuku understood his boyfriend’s frustrations. At the moment they lived in a nice-sized condo that they both decided would be a good starter home for them straight out of their 3rd year. After living together for a solid year, Izuku surprised his boyfriend for their 4th year anniversary with an abandoned house with lots of potentials. 

“‘Zuku, what the fuck is this? Why did you bring me to an old shack? Tryna kill your lover already and take the number one spot from me, eh?”

“No, you imbecile! It’s ours!”

“What?”

“I thought that whenever we get married we could stay in an actual house. So I bought this old girl right here and figured we fix her up, make her all pretty, and make her our own. Have our own memories”, the green-haired boy expressed happily while looking at his lover, “So what do you think?”

Katsuki just stared at the old run-down house with a blank expression. To any other person, they would’ve taken this as a sign of hesitance, but Izuku knew Katsuki was just processing.

“You wanna get married?” Katsuki mumbled, still having his attention on the house.

“Of course! I wanna spend the rest of my life with Kacchan.”

The statement turned the blonde-haired man’s face red.

“YOU'RE BLUSHING!”

“SHUT UP AND SHOW ME THE GODDAMN FLOOR PLANS FOR THE PIECE OF SHIT YOU BOUGHT!”

Katsuki didn’t want to use the house. It was their house. Unfinished, but it was theirs. Having to give up their first memories of their house to a stranger was something that Katsuki did not want to do.

“No.”

“Bu-”

“No. I don’t care, we’ll rent a house for the bitch. So find a vacant home in the outskirts of the city and place us there. Now hurry up with the terms and conditions, so we can sign the shit and get it the fuck going.” Katsuki finalized before walking out of the office with Izuku following behind, muttering apologies to his partner for upsetting him.

-

Meanwhile…

“You’re telling me a whole lot of nothing, you babbling idiot. Get the fuck on with something valuable before I deem your life invaluable.”

“Sh-she ran off with them! Like she w-was considering w-working with heroes! That's all I was able to get before she b-blew a hole through the d-door.”

“So she is alive and kicking after all, but I wasn’t expecting her to actually do to the arms of heroes. Father would be greatly displeased. Saran?”

“Y-yes sir?”

“Get out.”

part 3

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I’m the anon who was asking for more dickhead Deku and the answer is yes 😭 you literally opened my third eye to that headcannon

Well anon I’m so happy you brought it up because I’m cooking chicken broccoli Alfredo right now and seeing this broccoli covered in white sauce has me thinking about the way Dickhead!Deku makes you cream around his cock 🥴

18+ NSFW CONTENT MDNI

Dickhead!Deku that comes over early every Saturday morning to hang out with you and your son before his patrol.

Dickhead!Deku who’s whispering lewd comments in your ear while you’re making the pancakes.

Dickhead!Deku that’s making little airplane noises as he feeds your baby bites of pancakes but bites his lip when he turns his attention to you and slides his spoon in your mouth.

Dickhead!Deku that makes a show out of wiping his thumb across your lips and licking the excess syrup.

Dickhead!Deku that says “thank you baby” and pulls you into a kiss that makes your knees wobbly.

Dickhead!Deku that slaps your ass and tells you to wait for him in the bedroom.

Dickhead!Deku who turns on Paw Patrol for your baby on his phone and tells him to be good while he “plays with mommy”.

Dickhead!Deku who basically runs down the hall and pounces on you. Pinning your hands to the bed, licking down your neck and sucking on your collarbone.

Dickhead!Deku says that he only has about ten minutes before he has to go but that’s plenty of time to ruin a stupid little slut like you.

Dickhead!Deku that doesn’t bother getting undressed. Just sits up a bit to flip you over on your hands and knees and pulls your pajama bottoms down.

Dickhead!Deku who doesn’t have much time to prep you but still runs his tongue up your dripping folds and circles the rim of your ass just to get a taste.

Dickhead!Deku who’s whispering “stop fucking running” as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, thick cock hot and throbbing inside your slick cunny.

Dickhead!Deku groans when he’s fully sheathed, head falling back for a second while he just grinds against your fat ass and digs his fingers into your hips. Surely leaving a mark.

Dickhead!Deku starts to fuck you slow. Rolling his hips against you while pulling you back.

Dickhead!Deku loves the way you’re whining and mumbling his name. Drooling on the pillow and hiccuping cause it feels so good when he’s inside you.

Dickhead!Deku who looks at his watch and sees he only has 3 minutes before his shift begins but if he makes you cum in the next 23 seconds he can make it there in time.

Dickhead!Deku spreads your cheeks and spits on your rim before slotting his thumb in your puckered hole.

Dickhead!Deku who says “play with that pussy” while his pounding into your sopping cunt and squelching asshole.

Dickhead!Deku who praises you when you cream around his cock, thick white ring looking so pretty on his cock as goes in and out of your core.

Dickhead!Deku most definitely cums inside you. Feeling you to the brim because where else would he cum ?

Dickhead!Deku who’s definitely late now and will have to listen to kachaan complain because he can’t just leave without some type of aftercare.

So Dickhead!Deku changes your clothes and carried you to the living room couch. Hands you a bottle of water and tells you to “be good” before ruffling your sons hair and heading out the door.

Don’t you just love Dickhead!Deku anon ?

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18+ mdni | tw! monsterfucking, fae!izuku, dubcon, smut 𓂺

the veil between worlds is thinnest at years end, permitting traveling between realms. when you wished for adventure and excitement in the new year, you never expected to stumble into a new world. a beautiful grove with exotic wildlife and gorgeous vegetation. and you most certainly didn’t expect to have a spear pointed directly in your face.

“oh! you’re a human?”

Viridescent wings protruding from his back and pointed ears confirmed that he wasn’t.

The freakishly tall stranger drove his weapon into the ground before extending his scarred hand to help you up. Now, standing toe to toe, you got a better look at him.

He was beautiful. Lush leafy locs curled around his tanned face that was lined with emerald markings along his jawline. His verdant eyes resembled the groves budding flowers. The man had plump pink lips that curled into a breathtaking smile, revealing silver tipped fangs, and pretty freckles decorated his cheeks and bare torso.

He wore golden cuffs around his large biceps and a leather holster across his body that held multiple daggers, all varying in size. His lower half was covered with airy trousers that couldn’t have provided much protection from the breezy night air and his feet were bare.

“i— yes?”

“is that a question?”

He smirked a little. Then crossed his palms over the base of his spear to rest his cheek as he watched you.

You looked good— soft and pretty, but you smelled even better. It was an intoxicating scent that teased his budding frenzy.

“Are you not human ?” You ask, more confidently this time. He shakes his head “no” continuing to smirk at you. It was unnerving, especially with his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Well..” you pause, not wanting to offend but still rather curious. “What are you?”

“I’m Izuku” he giggled, eyes glinting with mischief. “But you can call me whatever you’d like, pet”.

Your captor's name was Izuku Midoriya, and he is a faerie. A faerie warrior to be exact. He is the Fae King’s second in command and best friend, and he was only away from the palace due to his frenzy.

A frenzy is period in which a fae is overcome with extreme lust and the desire to breed. Primal instincts take over during this time and he prefers to spend them in solitude to avoid scandal.

This forest is his territory and personal haven granted to him by the royal family. Everything in it belongs to him, including you.

It wasn’t like Izuku to lay claim to another person, but it wasn’t every day that a human tumbles into his domain. He found you fascinating and the bourgeoning call to mate was impacting his lucidity.

He brought you to his forest den— a place where he went whenever he needed to convene with nature. As a forest faerie it was vital to his wellbeing. It was a large cave hidden behind a waterfall. A grand fire pit sat in the middle of the room surrounded by animal furs and soft pillows. There were bookshelves and chests filled with valuables and weapons against the walls as well as a wooden desk covered in notes.

He moved around the cavern pulling off his accessories at a languid pace, his large wings fluttering gracefully behind him leaving a trail of sparkly dust. He muttered casually about the messy state of things but you caught him watching you out the corner of his eye. It was like he was waiting for something.

“Are you cold, pet?” His arms circled your waist, pulling you against his broad chest. The impact made a flurry of sparkles tickle your nostrils, you inhaled deeply and felt yourself sway. “I’ve read that humans are more sensitive to climate than we fae. Here, lie by the fire”.

He moved your body like a doll, easily picking you up to place on a pile of pillows. He laid beside you, one hand trailing up to rest on your hip while his head rested on the other.

He spoke in soft whispers for a few minutes, occasionally sitting up to stretch his wings.

It was getting hard to focus. The rhythmic flutter of his wings paired with his hypnotic voice was putting you in a strange state.

“How do you feel, little one ?”

He was hovering above you, wings outstretched with a sinister smile. With the fire to his back, he looked like an avenging angel, or maybe a demon. But, in your dazed state all you could say was “pretty” and reach for his sparkly wings. They felt like silk. When you pulled away, a layer of dust coated your fingers. Without a second thought, you brought them to your mouth and moaned.

His pupils expanded, completely shrouding his eyes in black.

“That’s a good girl. So smart.” He cooed, leaning down to cup your cheek and press his lips against yours. His kiss burned. Leaving you dizzy and reeling. It felt like your body was on fire, set ablaze by Izuku’s passion.

“A bit warm, my pet?” He smirked against your skin, kissing across your jawline. “Why don’t we take these off, hmm?” He nibbled on your ear, drawing breathy moans from your throat as he removed your clothes. Your body grew hotter with each graze of his fingers. By the time you were fully nude, the heat in your core was so intense that you could only whine his name.

“izuku”

“say it again”

“izuku”

“again”

“izuku”

“once more, my love”.

“izu~~”

He pushed in slowly. Yes, the effects of his faerie dust was more than enough to prepare you for his length. But you were so small compared to him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

Even though his primal instincts screamed at him to ruin you. MATE. BREED. FUCK. Was running on a constant loop in his mind. His hips still rolled against yours slowly. He wrapped your legs around his waist to burrow in deeper. His tip kissed that spongey spot in your slippery pussy. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips, bullying its way inside to taste your mouth. Your hands flew to his curly hair, drawing a grunt and sharp thrust from your enchanting lover. Your cunt spasmed around him. He bit your shoulder to conceal his own moans. Blood pooled in the hollow of your neck and he lowered his head to lap it up. His wings flapped wildly, throwing more dust in the air. His veiny cock pulsed against your velveteen wall, pushing against your cervix to rest against your womb. Izuku pulled away to watch where the two of you were connected. A thick creamy ring formed at the base of his cock with hearty thrust. Arousal poured from you weeping hole resulting in a lewd squelch that echoed against the walls. He pursed his lips allowing a glob of saliva to land directly on your sticky clit. The pads of his thumb worked the swollen bud until you were trembling beneath him. Your sweet cunny clenched tightly around him; it was almost hard to move. Izuku squeezed the base of his cock to stave off his impending orgasm. He wasn't ready to stop fucking you yet.

There was no need to rush, you’d be together forever.

His perfect little pet.

@xogabbiexo , @chaichaiiskai & @hentyehottie y’all better come get one of these.

[craftycheetah]

Puppy Love

A/N: Today’s my blog’s birthday!! I thought, why not celebrate with a Deku fic! Warnings: accusations of D.V Word Count: 7.05K Taglist: @pharaohanubis0 @milkmademozzarella @endeavours-jockstrap

Izuku sighed as he walked down the sidewalk, his feet producing the sound of a tapping pattern. Dull clouds blocked the sun, preventing warmth from touching the city.

His brows furrowed, and his muscles shivered as his body curled, a cold gust of wind blowing by.

“Should’ve brought gloves,” he muttered, rubbing his scarred hands together.

Izuku turned the corner. He stopped at the tall building decorated in fancy colored stone, a red carpet rolled out in the front, which undoubtedly led inside. He followed the carpeted pathway to the front of a desk. A tall woman stood behind it, brown hair cut into a bob. She regarded him with as much respect as she could muster, eager to make the best first impression. The woman gave Izuku a kind smile, grateful in her own way for all he’s done for the public.

“For Izuku Midoriya?” Izuku croaked, his throat more hoarse than he realized.

“Your table will be right over here, Mr. Midoriya.” The woman led him to an empty table near the back, opting for as much privacy as she could give him.

“Thank you so much, you don’t know how much this means to me.” His shoulders relaxed as he sat down and accepted the menu from her

“It’s no problem. If there’s anything you need, anything at all, let me know and I’ll see that it gets done.”

He nodded, and the lady walked away. After about ten minutes, she returned with a loaf of bread covered in olive oil and herbs, with a tin of butter on the side. Izuku felt saliva fill his mouth as he let the aroma fill his nose. Once the small loaf was set down, Izuku began feasting on the bread, everything quickly disappearing from the plate in fifteen minutes. When he thought he couldn’t eat anymore, his food came, and his stomach growled.

“Thank you,” he smiled. “This all looks delicious!”

“You’re welcome! Have a good meal,” she said, walking away.

Izuku dug into his meal without further hesitation. For the first time in a while, he could rest easy. He could live among ordinary people and imagine he was like any of these civilians dining with him tonight.

Izuku felt his phone vibrate in his pocket just then. At first, he ignored it, but the buzzing wouldn’t stop. He sighed, wiping his hands with a moist towelette before pulling the phone out of his pocket to see he had over a thousand Twitter notifications.

His jaw flew open as he saw ‘Izuku Midoriya’ trending at number one on Twitter. What could he have done to be on the trending tab with almost two hundred thousand tweets? Thanks to the new description feature, it didn’t take long for him to look down and see the reasoning, prompting him to tap on the tag quickly. He could have never prepared himself for the first tweet at the top of the tag. It read:

#DekuDisaster! Now Ex-Girlfriend Of Number One Pro-Hero, Comes Out With A Shocking Story Of Hidden Abuse Within Relationship!

Izuku suddenly became hyper-aware of his situation. He looked up from his phone and looked around the restaurant. Nearly everyone was looking at him, switching between their phones and him. Some even started to murmur to their tablemates, their eyes never leaving him as they gossiped among themselves.

All eyes were on him.

“Check please!” he cried.

Izuku held in a scream as the elevator doors chimed and revealed the interior of his home. The sight of his snow-white furniture and the pristine white of his porcelain staircase provided him an odd sense of comfort, perhaps even a sense of normalcy. To ground himself further, Izuku stood in the middle of his apartment in search of other things to focus on; he only had a few paintings on the wall to give the place more life and color, but they were always lovely to look at. He took in another deep breath before seating himself on the couch. Already, his heartbeat was slowing down.

“Alexa, play messages,” Izuku calls out as he face-plants into the sofa.

“Mr. Midoriya,” the voice message said. “It’s recommended that you make a public statement and stay out of the public eye, just until the situation blows over and we can proceed with legal action against Ms. Yami. Until then, stay on your best behavior and only go outside if it’s to do some good. We here at your agency hope you can recover from this string of unfortunate events.”

“What the actual fuck!?” Izuku screamed into a pillow as he remembered how all of this had started.

“Toshiko,” Izuku tried to reason with her. “Can we talk about this? Please?!”

“What is there to talk about Izuku?! You may be everyone else’s hero but you’re not mine!”

“What are you saying?”

“I couldn’t care less about your hero work! You’re All Might’s little lap dog, and all you do is talk about him 24/7, kiss his ass, then talk about him more! I’m sick of it! When will there be time for us? For me!”

“Babe, I spend any, and all my vacation time with you. I also push off work for you! And All Might is my hero! My mentor! Of course, I’ll admire him! I admire all heroes and you know that!”

“You know what, Izuku, I’m sick of it. I pretended to be fine with how you love All Might, but honestly, I think he’s an overrated hero and you have a problem.” She sighed. “I should’ve known you’d stay a creepy little freak with an obsession.”

“Get out.” The words escaped, barely above a whisper.

“What?”

“I said leave. We’re done. Get out of my house.” Tears were in his eyes, threatening to run down his face and drip onto the floor.

“Izuku…” she tried to reach out to him.

“Leave.” He turned around, crossing his arms.

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he shook away the memory, clutching the pillow tighter than before. It had been two weeks since Izuku’s breakup with Toshiko. He fell in love with her a couple of years after his official debut as a hero, which was great for them both. Over time, she became materialistic, only going out with him or being romantic in the public eye, and verbally abusive towards him in private.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was his last argument with her. After that, he blew up overnight. #DekuDisaster was trending at the number one spot on Twitter. Toshiko made accusations of him being abusive when it was blatantly false. Still, half the internet decided to believe her word over his. Receiving a call from his PR team Izuku knew what he had to do.

“I will be taking a personal leave for an indeterminate amount of time due to recent events that have taken place in my personal life. My sincere apologies to my long-time fans and supporters, but we will get through this!” His tweet on Twitter said., previously approved by his PR team.

Izuku strolled downtown Musutafu in his disguise. He hadn’t talked to anyone since the incident. Looking up at the sound of laughter, he noticed a small child playing with a Chow Chow puppy. Their joy, a display of pure innocence in the world, brought a smile to his face, albeit faint.

“Maybe getting a dog might make me feel better,” Izuku muttered under his breath. Later that day, he Googled the nearest animal shelter, keeping his eyes peeled for places that needed volunteers at the moment.

“Pick of the Litter - Pet Care Center? There’s a help wanted sign outside, maybe I could use my time off to help out here,” Izuku mutters before stepping inside. “Hello?”

A woman approached the counter a second after he spoke as though she'd heard him long before he had entered. She had strange ears, but Izuku was too distracted by the rest of her to really notice. She was quite pretty, her warm brown skin the feature he felt most drawn to. “Oh! Good afternoon sir! Welcome to Pick of the Litter! Is there any specific pet you’re interested in?” you asked with a smile.

“Maybe a puppy, but I was more interested in that sign you had out front. It said you needed volunteers?” Izuku asks.

“Hmm? Oh! You’re here to volunteer! Wait a minute, why would the number one need to volunteer?” you asked behind the counter.

Izuku cringes at the fact you saw through his disguise. “I’m just…taking a break from hero work for a bit after an incident.”

“Oh. Well, I’d love to have you here! Business has been kind of lacking and the building owners are threatening to shut me down, but you couldn’t have come at a better time!” you chime.

“When can I start?” Izuku asks with a smile

Izuku spent the next month and a half helping around the shelter. He chuckled every morning when the beagle litter attempted to tackle him and watched you baby-talk the kittens that all scampered to the door, screaming once you opened it.

“Hi, you fuzzy munchkins. Oh my goodness, so much to tell me,” you cooed. “Morning, Midoriya.”

“Hello, L/n,” he said, cheeks turning pink as you stepped over the barricade to the kitty room. A loud yip distracts him as he feels a set of paws rest on his calf.

“Nugget, you don’t have to shout at me.” Izuku chuckles.

“Hey Midoriya, can you help me?” you call out after feeding the kittens.

“Yeah what’s up?”

“I got a text saying someone’s going to drop off a feral puppy today and I was wondering if you could help me with them.”

“Sure, let me just put these little ones in their rooms. No, Boba, you can't chew on that!” Izuku calls out as the Yorkie tries to chew on the strap of his satchel.

You giggle softly as the pup rushes away, hearing her name, causing Izuku to chase her. You smile as some of the other pups bark and play with each other while Izuku finally picks up the energetic pup and chuckles when the rest of them run up to him.

“The number one hero taken down by a vicious band of puppies,” you teased.

“Their powers of cuteness are too strong!” he said as they jumped onto his calves, and he playfully collapsed.

You helped Izuku stand up and put the puppies back in their rooms before walking with him to the isolated area. Grabbing a small bag of treats, you open the door. In the middle of the room lay a puppy pen where a slightly mangled-looking husky lay, growling at the two of you as you entered.

“Easy little guy. No need to be scared. We won’t hurt you,” you whispered, slowly walking towards him.

You jump back as you’re met with snapping canines. A groan escapes your lips as you realize this will be harder than expected. Sitting with Izuku at the front of the pen, you turn around and sit without your back to the pen.

“C’mon, baby, cooperate with me a little?” your voice raises an octave as you speak to the dog.

“He doesn’t seem very friendly right now,” Izuku said, wincing.

“He just needs some time! And time is the one thing we have!” you reassured him.

You open the gate to the pen, only to slam it closed when the husky starts snapping and rising from his spot on the floor, fur bristling with teeth exposed.

“Your territory, got it,” you sigh. “This is gonna be tough.”

You go back into the main room to grab a bag of bone-shaped pepperoni-flavored treats, bouncing back into the room with energy.

“Here, Midoriya. Throw one of these bad boys into the pen,” you smile.

He nodded and followed your instructions, the treat bouncing on the floor before stopping two feet away from the dog. You hear a deep huff as the dog’s nostrils flare.

“Let’s leave for a while. He won’t want to take it while we’re here.”

He nods again, following you out to enter the main entrance. You sit behind the counter, waving him over to the computer.

“What’re you up to?” Izuku asks.

“Watching the dog on the cameras,” you reply.

“Smart,” he comments.

He pulls up a chair next to you, placing his elbow on his leg as his face rests in his hand. While waiting for the pup to move, Izuku had the chance to look at you. Your pointed ears occasionally twitch while you intently look at the screen. You looked adorable in that oversized white sweater you were wearing. Izuku smiled and blushed softly.

An hour goes by before the pup makes any movements. You both watch with bright eyes as the pup gets up on wobbly legs, kicking one foot after the other out to stretch.

“He’s moving! He’s moving!” you cheer.

Both of your faces are pressed to the screen as you watch in amazement as he wobbles over to the treat, sniffing it before grabbing it and chewing. Smiles came to both of your faces as you saw the bob of his throat, indicating that he swallowed. Instead of moving back to his same spot, he laid down where the treat was, licking the floor and his paws.

“Should we give him another one?” Izuku asks.

“Yes!” you urged him, excitement bubbling in your stomach.

You enter the room with Izuku again, this time with treats in hand. The dog’s growling is softer this time, not as loud and prominent as the first time you two walked in. His eyes followed your movements as you headed toward the gate. You throw another treat down, opting for the treat where two pieces fused as one during production. You throw it away from him, where he’d have to get it again.

“Let’s go, rinse and repeat!”

You and Izuku make your way out of the room and back to the computer. Once again, it took an hour for the pup to move. You shook Izuku awake as the dog got up to make his way over to the treat, not hesitating to put it in his mouth.

“Yes!” you cheered, turning to give Izuku a high-five.

The cycle repeats for the rest of the day, giving the pup a treat, returning to the laptop, then watching the dog eat it after some time. The sun had set by the time you gave him the last treat of the day, the moon now high above the clouds while stars shined. As you and Izuku went in to give the pup the final treat of the day, you noticed something different. His tail was wagging. You kept your excitement to yourself as you baby-talked the dog a smidge before giving him his final treat.

“Bye honey! Ma and Pa will be back tomorrow, okay?”

Izuku’s cheeks dusted pink at the words. ‘Ma and Pa?’

Once you gave the pup his treat, Izuku followed you outside as you locked up for the night.

“That took forever,” you sighed.

“Yeah, and we still don’t know if he’ll be the same tomorrow,” he added.

“No! Don’t jinx us! We worked too hard today for all that to go to waste!” You playfully punched him in the arm.

He laughed. “Meet you here tomorrow at 7 A.M.?”

“Yup! Bye, Midoriya! See you tomorrow!”

“Oh! Mr. Todoroki!” You smile as you hear the familiar chime of the doorbell.

Izuku whipped around, nodding at the motley-haired man, who, in return, gave the greenette a smile accompanied by a small wave.

“Hello, L/n,” Only a hint of happiness appeared in Shoto’s voice, which was typical for him.

You bounced up to the building owner, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

Shoto gently patted your back before you pulled away.

“So, what brings you here?” you ask.

”It’s about the building.”

“I can pay you for next month! I promise!”

“Another late payment and unfortunately, I’ll have to sell the space to someone else,” Todoroki says.

“No! Mr. Todoroki please! What—what about the animals? What about me? We all live here! We’ll have nowhere to go!”

“I’m sorry but if I don’t receive the money by the end of next month, I’m afraid you’ll have to leave.”

“But—”

“I’m sorry. That’s just how it is,” Shoto sighs before nodding at Izuku. “Goodbye.”

Izuku turns his head to look back at you. Your entire demeanor had changed. “Heyy, um, are you okay?”

You shrug as you look away. “I’m screwed, Midoriya. So fucking screwed,” you groan.

“I’m sure we can find some way to raise enough money for the shelter.”

“But how?! There’s not enough money for me to pay the full lease!”

“Maybe one of those fundraisers?”

“That’s a good idea. Wait, what type of fundraiser?”

“Maybe we could make flyers for the shelter! Or have an open house? I saw this thing online where it's like pet therapy where you have people come in and they get to play with the animals and since almost all of the little fur babies here are adoptable it would be good for them to get good homes, right?”

“That sounds amazing! I could make flyers and hand them out!”

“Wait, by yourself?”

“Yep! I’ll be fine, don’t worry!”

“Are you sure? What if there’s some villain attacking nearby or you get lost?”

“I know this area like the back of my hand,” you giggle. “But if you’re so worried, take this.”

Handing him a small paper slip, Izuku stares at it before taking the paper. “What is it?”

“It’s my number, silly. Call me now so I can save your number then if anything bad happens while I’m out there, you’ll be the first to know. Alright, I’m off to the print store. Let me know if anything happens, and make sure our little husky friend gets his lunch.”

“I will. The shelter’s in good hands,” Izuku said, giving you his signature hero smile.

You wave to him and walk down the street towards the print shop.

After creating and paying for the flyers, you walked along the street, occasionally handing a flyer to those who passed you. Standing at the nearby park entrance, you smiled at the patrons as you handed out flyers, giving them a brief of what was on the flyer. After ignoring the occasional pang in the chest as some people take a flyer and then later throw them out, you smile when a couple of people come up to you.

“Oh, hello! Would you like a flyer to save the Pick of the Litter Pet Center? We’re hosting a fundraiser next week, and we’d really like to get the word o—”

“Yes, yes, that’s nice! But I have a question for you! Hi, I’m Suiko Takara from HNN, the hero news network, and recently there have been sightings of you, young lady, with currently on hiatus number one hero Deku! Care to shed some light on the situation?”

Your eyes squint as a light shines in your face while she has a camera on you.

“I’m not dating anyone, and the personal life of the number one hero shouldn’t be any of your concern. But I will let you know one thing….” you say as she leans in eagerly.

“Yes?”

“Pick of the Litter Pet Center is having a fundraiser. The only reason you could have possibly seen me with him is that he’s volunteering there.”

Handing her the flyer, you collect your things and walk away.

“Pick of the Litter, huh? Boys, we’re going to the computer! I’ve got an idea!”

Pro Hero Deku Emerges From Hiatus Volunteering At Failing Animal Shelter

Sitting up from your couch, a bottle of soda in hand, you do a spit-take at the headline wiping your mouth. Your eyes widen as you see the fox-eared girl read from the teleprompter. “Hold on, did this bitch call my shelter failing?!”

The following day as you raise the gate, then smile when you go into the back room and hear some of the dogs start to bark at your arrival. “Good morning, you precious furry munchkins!”

The dogs bark at your greeting, tails wagging and drool dripping as they eagerly wait to be let out of their kennels to say hello to you. A few even paw at the translucent door, whimpering when the door wouldn’t open.

“Would you like some breakfast?”

You giggle when you let the older dogs out first, and they sit at your feet, some barking and trotting in place. A large Samoyed sits at your feet and howls.

“What was that, LandCloud? You want your breakfast? Let's go get you some breakfast.”

After feeding the larger and older dogs, you hear the doorbell ring as a set of footsteps make their way toward the room.

“Morning, L/n,” Izuku smiles as he walks in. Izuku chuckles when a border collie jumps onto his thigh. “Hi, Flash.”

“Midoriya!” You return the kind tilt of his lips. “How are you doing?”

“I had a little trouble getting in but I made it,” he grins.

“But, you’re here and that’s what matters!”

“So what’s on the agenda today?”

“I’ll feed the pups while you can go feed the kittens. Then we can check on our furry feral friend in the other room. Hopefully, we get a sale today. Or even better we get a couple of these little munchkins to their forever homes.”

“On it!” Izuku grins, grabbing the cans of cat food and giggling when the kittens express their “grievances” to him. “You were right, they are chatty.”

Carrying a bag of chicken-flavored dog treats as Izuku holds a bowl of puppy kibble, you peek your head into the room and smile when the husky’s head lifts at the sound of your voice. “Hi, little buddy. You’re in a better mood than before,” you coo as Izuku watches from behind you.

“Can I come in?”Cautiously opening the pen door, you smile when he watches you tentatively but gives off no anger.

Sitting with Izuku, you watch him place the bowl in front of the dog before wincing when the pup nips him. “Ow!” he yelps.

You and the pup look at him with concern. “Midoriya! Oh no, are you okay?” you gasp.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I wasn’t expecting it.”

The husky looks at him, whining softly before cautiously trotting over and nudging Izuku’s hand before licking him.

“Aww, he’s apologizing,” you coo. “He’s sorry.”

Izuku chuckles as the pup rests his head on Izuku’s folded leg. Lifting his hand, Izuku pets the pup as he looks at him.

“I just realized we’ve never named him. What should we call him, Akachan?” you offer.

The pup turns around and starts sniffing at the bowl.

“I don't think he likes that name. What about Yuki?”

You both look at the dog in anticipation before sighing when the pup ignores the name, opting to eat the kibble.

“Maybe we can figure it out after I get a snack. I’m kinda hungry for some dango,” Izuku smiles.

You gasp when the pup looks up from his food, sitting behind the bowl. “Midoriya, look!”

Looking at the pup, Izuku chuckles. “Do you like that name? You wanna be called Dango?”

The pup barks at the word, his tail wagging excitedly.

“Dango it is. Just like the dumpling. Sweet like one too. You’re a sweet boy, yes you are,” you coo, scratching behind his ear and smiling when his tail thumps against the floor. “Maybe later or tomorrow we can introduce you to a new friend.”

Waving goodbye to the pup, you and Izuku return to the main room. Checking on the animals in the front room, you raise an eyebrow as the front of the store is surrounded by a large crowd. Izuku peeks in after hearing the commotion. “Hey, L/n, I finished giving the older animals their medici—What’s going on?”

“No idea, but I’m gonna check it out,” you reply. Stepping out of the shop, you widen your eyes as you see the large crowd, some of them trying to peek past you to look inside. “What the hell is going on here?!”

The fox lady that questioned you in the park pops up in your face again with her camera crew.

‘Ugh, not again,’ you think as she starts to ramble.

“Is Pro Hero Deku your boyfriend?”

“Are you aware of the allegations against him?”

“What is your stance on the conflict between Deku and Toshiko Yami?”

‘Who the hell is Toshiko?’ you think as the people stare at you.

The crowd silences for a moment as Izuku steps out from behind you before Suiko rushes him with the same questions until a shout from the crowd makes you freeze.

“Abuser! You don’t deserve to be a hero!”

Ignoring the comment, you sigh and clear your throat. “Please vacate the premises unless you are here to offer a forever home to a furry friend.”

“I would really appreciate an interview, Mr. Deku. The people have to know how you’re responding to t—”

A roar silences the crowd as they all look at you, noticing the glowing aura surrounding you and the faint image of a lion at your side.

“I won’t ask again. Please leave unless you have intentions of getting a pet or inquiries about our upcoming fundraiser.”

As the crew and the crowd disperse, you sigh as you look at the golden lion spirit you summoned. ‘Thank you.’

“Now that that’s settled, you and I need to have a talk.”

“Are you mad at me?” Izuku asks.

“The answers you give me will determine that.”

After closing the door and watching Izuku sit behind the chair, you sit beside him and cross your arms. “What the hell was all of that about, Midoriya?! They were calling you an abuser, saying there were allegations and everything! What did you do?!”

“Nothing, honestly!”

“Explain. Now.”

After explaining the false allegations from his ex and how he’s been on a hiatus since this happened, you glare at him. “Are you serious?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this sooner, L/n,” Deku sighs, bowing with shame.

You roll your eyes and exasperatedly rub your face. “Nobody will want to come to the shelter now that practically all of Japan knows you worked here. I’m ruined!”

“You’re not ruined! I know there are loads of people that would love to get a pet. I could ask Red Riot or Uravity to visit. Also, you'll bounce back. I know you will. You're patient, caring, thoughtful, and one of the most resourceful people I know! We'll get past this, and together, we can make this the most successful pet shop in all of Musutafu and get all these cute animals their forever homes. Now let’s go and spread the word, and I know just the hero to help!”

After finishing your lunch, you stand atop a step stool as you restock the cans of cat food along the top shelf, making sure that none have spoiled.

“L/n, are you sure you should be doing that? You were complaining about having a headache earlier and I don’t want you to get hurt,” Izuku rambles, looking up at you as you reach for the back of the shelf.

“I’m… woah, why’s the room…” you mumble as your vision blurs.

“L/n!”

Rushing forward, Izuku catches you as you land in his arms. Carrying you to the break room, Izuku grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and fans your face, hoping you’ll wake up soon, occasionally checking your pulse.

A few minutes later, your eyes flutter open as you realize your head is in Izuku’s lap, his soft, scarred hand petting your head.

“Deku? What happened? Where are we?”

“In the break room. I couldn’t fit both of us on the couch, so I sat down on the floor. Are you okay, L/n? Here, have some water,” he rambles before reaching for the bottle of water beside him. Opening it, he helps you sit up and smiles as you drink some before giving it back.

“Thanks, Midoriya,” you smile.

“Izuku.”

“Oh, okay. You can call me Y/n. But really, I’m glad you were there. Thank you.”

“No problem. I’m just glad you’re okay. Can you stand up?” Do you need me to get you anything?

You hold onto his hand and smile. “No, I’m okay. But thank you, Izuku.”

“You rest. I’ll take care of the shop,” he smiles.

You start to sit up. “Wait, really? Are you sure you can handle it?”

“Yup, you relax. I’ll take care of things.”

The following day, you came down from your loft in a long-sleeved floral shirt with a square neckline and high-waisted jeans, stretching away the stiffness in your bones. Your eyes widened as you saw the lights on. ‘Dammit rent will be extra now. Wait, did I leave the lights on last night?’

“Good morning Y/n!” a cheery voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“De-I mean, Izuku? What’re you doing here? It’s early. Really early,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes.

“I came early to help out. I also started brewing some tea and I made you some Tamagoyaki,” he smiles.

“Wow! Thank you. Wait, what about these flowers?”

“Oh, I bought these gardenias as an apology for the other day. Also, when I saw them, they reminded me of you because they’re pretty and they brighten up the room.”

You looked up at him as your cheeks slowly began to burn. “Oh.”

Izuku grinned as you picked them up, admiring the white petals before checking on the pups.

As the day progresses, you thank a customer for buying some pet essentials and coo as another comes in with their dog, giggling when they rub against you. Stepping into the back room, you stop in your tracks as Izuku refills the already-filled water bowls, shaking his head playfully when he sees it’s gotten slightly dirty.

“Who’s a messy little girl?” Izuku coos as he reaches into the kennel and strokes the Norfolk Terrier’s cheek before scratching under her chin. “You are, but you’re also a good girl.”

You walked into the cat room, trying to ignore the heat beginning to climb to your face. Stepping over the barrier, you check on the kittens, chuckling as some of the older cats decide your lap is better than their cat beds, effectively trapping you in the room. You rambled to them about life and the shop, giggling when some of them rubbed against your face, giving you the occasional kiss.

“Thank you,” you said, petting them.

The sound of the door opening pulls you away from the cats as you see Izuku’s green mop peek in. “Y/n?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Are you okay? You’ve been in here for like twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, I came here to check on the cats, and I sat down to pet one, then they ended up trapping me. I’d move, but it’s illegal to move a cat off of your lap.”

“That’s funny. Alright, I’ll help.” Izuku moves toward the projector, chuckling as the cats' eyes flick to the holographic fish swimming along the wall.

“There you go,” Izuku smiles as he walks over to you, half bent over with a hand outstretched, the overhead light illuminating perfectly behind him. “Don’t worry, I am here.”

You look up at him as you feel your heart leap into your throat. “Yeah, t-thank you.”

As you waved goodnight to Izuku, you walked up the stairs to your loft, changed out of your clothes into your night clothes, and sat down on your couch, your mind running 100 miles an hour at the thoughts of Izuku. How gentle Izuku is with the pups, how he talks to them, how he changes their water when it’s even a little bit filthy, how kind he is to Dango and the other animals, keeping them from fighting and always giving them affection. “Do…do I like him?”

“Don’t worry, I am here.”

You squeal as you hide your face in your throw pillow. ‘Oh my God, I do! But would he even like me back…’

The bell to the shop rings as a figure comes into the shop. “Hi! Welcome to Pick of the Li—” you smile before trailing off as you recognize the heroine standing in your shop.

“Well, hi there cutie!” she said.

“You…you’re-”

“Pro Hero and my fellow U.A. graduate, Pinky, also known as Mina Ashido,” Izuku grins as she waves at you.

“I am such a huge fan! You’re an icon! Oh my gosh, can I get your autograph?!”

“Sure, but first, Deku here said that you need a little help.” Mina explains.

“You got Pinky to help me?! Oh, thank you, Izuku! I could just kiss you!” you squeal, hugging him before bounding up to Mina. “So, Pinky, what do we do first?”

“I’ll need the name of your adorable shelter. Then if you don’t mind, I’d love to see the cute little animals you have here.”

“Oh, yes, of course! I can’t believe a pro hero wants to adopt an animal from my shelter. I’ll definitely stay afloat this month.”

“But, Y/n, you’re barely treading water…” Izuku replies.

“I know, but hopefully, thanks to you and Pinky, people will come in, and I’ll get back in business!” you say as you show Mina to the dog room, smiling at the pups who bark happily, some of them jumping on the barrier eagerly wagging their tails. “So these are the dogs we have. What type of dog are you hoping to adopt?”

“One that’s okay with me being away due to my hero work and doesn’t need much grooming.”

“Sounds like you’re looking for a Maltese. We just got one a couple weeks ago. His name is Biscuit and he’s friendly, but kind of shy. I’m sure you two will get along.”

Walking over to Biscuit’s door, you unlatch it and coax him out before picking him up. “Hi little guy. He’s cute, isn’t he? And only a year and half old. House and potty-trained.” You boop the small dog’s nose before holding him out to Mina, who’s cooing at him.

“Oh my goodness! Such a cute little man! Hi baby,” Mina fawns. “Can I hold him?”

“Of course,” you reply.

Carefully handing the small dog to Mina, you smile as he stares up at her before trying to sniff her face. “Hi little guy!”

You smile as Mina coos at the pup and giggles when he gives her a wet nose kiss. “I think they're going to be best friends.”

“Me too.”

“Hey Pinky, if you'd like you can play with him. He's a smart little man but not afraid to snap back,” you warn her.

“Feisty, but adorable. Just like me,” Mina chuckles. “I’d love to play with him.”

And she does, sitting in the play area as she shows Biscuit a small squeaky ball that he becomes obsessed with and brings to Mina whenever he can, occasionally barking at her when she stops playing with him or accidentally pets him too hard. “Oh my goodness, I love him,” she squeals as Biscuit eats a treat from her hand. “How much is he? I’d love to adopt him.”

You kicked off your shoes and quickly changed out of your day clothes, hastily putting on your pajamas and flopping onto your bed, staring up at the fan. The blue hue from the TV makes out your outline as you scroll through your phone, looking through your Instagram feed. From your feed, you could conclude that your friends from high school were doing well and the several upcoming TV premieres that you should set your DVR for. You were about to put your phone up and call it a night until something caught your eye.

“What?!”

On the verified hero page for Pinky, you saw a collection of photos and two videos. Most of them were photos of Biscuit smiling or of him and Mina. Then the videos were of Biscuit learning to spin, him jumping onto Mina, and tackling her with love and affection. But the last photo really stole your breath away. Mina made a note to you and your shelter, spreading the word about your fundraiser and how happy she is about them helping Biscuit find his home and Mina finding her furbaby. Your eyes watered at the message. Not long after your other account for the shelter blew up, DMs flooded with requests about the shelter. Over a hundred people were asking about the animals there.

“Wow. I’m gonna need help. And lots of it.”

The next day, you raised the cage in front of your store and yelped softly as a hand touched your shoulder. “Ah!” you scream before turning around and seeing Izuku with three other heroes behind him.

“Hi, Y/n!”

“Eh?!” you exclaimed.

Behind Izuku were some of your favorite pro heroes.

“Hello!” the blonde one greeted.

“You’re Chargebolt!”

“Guilty as charged!” he said with a laugh. This earned him a nudge in the rib from the redhead standing beside him. “My civilian name is Denki Kaminari!”

“Pleasure to meet you!” the redhead introduced himself. “I’m Eijirou Kirishima! Also known as–”

“Red Riot!” you squealed, finishing for him.

“Mhm!” he nodded eagerly.

“My turn, my turn!” the one with brown hair said, jumping up excitedly. “I’m Ochako Uraraka! Also known as Uravity!”

“Izuku, are you trying to make me faint again?!” you fanned your face.

“Well if you do faint, you won’t have to worry about the shelter! Because these three would love to help out!” Izuku smiled.

“Wait, really?!” your voice raised an octave.

The three each gave their own affirmation, all genuinely wanting to help you with your shelter.

“Well, uh—I’ll get you all aprons and we can start from there!”

They cheered, this time Izuku joining in and wrapping his arms around your waist in a hug. The three heroes poked at each other, each holding in their own laugh at how oblivious Izuku was to his own affection towards you. They thought it was cute. They watched as you both walked behind the counter, getting three aprons with your shelter logo. The entire day was filled with cooing and laughter. You introduced the four to the animals. Ochako took some out of their cages and played with them, watching the puppies topple over each other as they all fought for her attention. Kaminari took out his phone several times, taking pictures and videos of his friends and himself playing with the animals. Even taking a few pictures of you and Izuku being cute together and sending them to Izuku, causing him to blush and shoo his friend away.

“Look at them, Y/n!” Urakaka smiled, watching the miniature schnauzer puppy and the yorkie play together a few feet away from her as a dachshund slept in her lap. “I’m in puppy heaven right now!”

Meanwhile, Kirishima was in the distance, cradling a kitten and holding a bottle to its mouth.

“This is as rewarding as hero work!” Eijirou said. “Just taking care of sweet animals all day? I can see why you love her—”

A glare from the other three pro heroes shut him down fast.

“I mean her job! Yes! Her job!” Eijirou stammers.

You looked at Kirishima with a raised eyebrow. “Huh?”

“Anyways!” Izuku frantically waved his arms. “People should be here soon! So let’s prepare the children to be adopted!”

“The children?” Denki asks, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s been here too long,” you said.

You and Uraraka set up the chairs and arranged the front area, putting the pet snacks and people snacks on either side of the counter with signs so people would tell the difference. “I got a lot of responses to the post Pinky made yesterday, so hopefully, we get a lot of babies adopted today,” you say as Izuku and the other heroes give you a mock salute. “Let’s do this!”

The day was spent giving animals good homes, and word spread fast that four pro heroes were working at the shelter. They dealt with it well, though, kindly turning people down pictures unless they were interested in adopting a furry friend. At the end of the day, most of the dogs and kittens were adopted, even some of the older ones who you were sad to see go, but you were glad they got a place to call home. Waving goodbye to the other pros, you smile softly as Uravity and Red Riot both ended up adopting a kitten of their own. Thanks to the fundraiser, you made more than enough money to keep your shelter.

As you swept up the front, you smiled to yourself as you heard Izuku playing with Dango in the backroom. “Go get the ball, boy! Good boy! Such a good boy!” he praised. “Now, remember what I taught you. Go find Mama!”

You put down the brush and pause at the command. ‘Go find Mama?’

You feel something nudge your legs as Dango rushes in and sits at your feet, occasionally pawing at your thigh. “Oh, hi Dango. What’s that on your neck?” you ask, squatting to his level. You notice a piece of paper on his collar, a collar that wasn’t there before. ‘That’s new…’ Taking the collar off his neck, you read the note:

'Will you go on a date with my Papa?'

Looking up from the note, you see Izuku standing not too far behind him with a small mixed bouquet of roses, carnations, and dahlias. “So?” he mumbles nervously.

“You adopted Dango?! Wow, wait, you mean it?”

“Yeah, you’re an amazing person Y/n. You’re caring, sweet, friendly, and the animals all seem to love you. I’d love to get to know you better and, you don’t have to say yes, maybe pursue a relationship with you,” Izuku rambles before stopping when you walk over and kiss his cheek and smile.

“Pick me up tomorrow at eight?” you smile.

“Sure!”

“See you then, Izuku.”

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[sagegr33n]

Can you make a mha story - angsty, based off the song "What a Time" by Julia Michaels? But it can also be fluffy at the end if you choose. That's it, that's the ask 💖

ok so this fic is based off of this song and the song marry me buy Thomas Rhett and also heatwaves by glass animals ! I'm feeling rather devious so there will be no fluff here , just angst , lovers to strangers/friends and a lot of tension. The story switches perspectives from the readers to dekus a lot.

Tittle -What a time

Fandom - My hero Academia

Genre -Angst, semi pinning, Requited unrequited love.

Pairing- Izuku x fem reader

Cw- Non race specified but there is body descriptions, heavy angst, hurt absolutely no comfort, no happy ending , lovers' to strangers ,no smut, katsukixreader.

Summary- You and Izuku Midoriya had betrothed yourselves to each other as young lovers before he left U. A . Upon Your estranged lover's return he discovers that you've moved on.

I feel a little nauseous and my hands are shaking, I guess that means you're close by.

Izuku knows he has no business showing up in Musutafu. Least of all on your doorstep.

He's still not sure why he is here right now, or what he's going to say when you open the door now that he rang the bell but he can hear you coming and he hopes he can make something up quickly.

" I was just in the neighborhood and I wanted to say hi ."

"I know it's been years but I'm in town, how have you been?"

" I'm still in love with you."

He doesn't have any more time to think as the wooden door creaks open, your head peeking out, visibly taken back as you stare at the man in front of you.

There's a moment of uncomfortable silence before you throw your arms around him in that way you used to do when you were kids face buried in his chest and for a moment, he feels as if despite everything the two of you will be ok.

A familiar voice sends him crashing back down to reality.

"Well if it isn't shitty Deku, you gonna stand outside or ya gonna come in ?"

Midoriya wants to ask what the fuck Katsuki's doing in your house -or better yet why his hand is snaking across your lower back - but he doesn't-its not his place anymore.

He really shouldn't come inside, just like he really shouldn't have back home, still he plasters the best fake smile he can manage and lets the two of you lead him inside.

My throat is getting dry and my heart is racing.

You were expecting a neighbor, a package, anything that wasn't Izuku Midoriya.

Yet there he stood on your front doorstep in all his absent glory.

You had wanted to scream, hit him, ask him what right he had coming back after ghosting you for so long. smack him across the face, and somehow you still found yourself wrapping your arms around him.

It didn't matter how many years had passed you were still the stupid girl you were when he left.

" I was just back in town, wanted to stop by and see how you- The green-haired man's eyes flicker from you to Bakugou - you guys were doing ."

" Were fine we were just - working on a project - a nursery" You say cringing at the sound of your voice,

"Your expecting" The hurt in his voice almost makes you feel bad but there's a small part of you-a a shameful part that revels in it.

Knowing that you've somehow hurt him.

"Trying" You correct.

"Hey, the agency called me in to fill in for shitty hairs shift. That dumb fuck got injured on patrol"

Your stomach turns at the thought of being alone with him but you still scurry off to kiss your fiancé on the cheek like a doting girlfriend should, waving as you see him out, dreading having to go back and face him, but walking back to the living room anyways.

"So you and Katsuki huh." You're taken back at how quickly he brought it up.

"Yeah after you left me-Musutafu, We got closer." You choke out, wandering off to the kitchen to busy yourself with making drinks, washing dishes, anything to put off having the conversation you had dreaded for years.

"Close enough to have a kid?" He whispered

He's following you now. probably thinks you couldn't hear it - but you did.

"Like that's any of you're fucking business " You snap, turning around to face him for the first time in what felt like centuries.

I haven't been by your side in a minute, But sometimes I think about it.

He knows he's gone too far. Knows it's not his place to be here right now or question who you've been fucking around with.

But he can't help it.

The feeling of betrayal that courses through his veins as He studies the stupid framed pictures of you and Katsuki at the beach, at the carnival, camping. The way his mind screams that it should have been him.

" You're right" I just always thought -He stops clearing his throat- "Always thought we'd end up together."

He can see the way your bodies tense and you turn back around, making your way to the fridge.

"I think everyone thought before you ran away Izuku," You say, the coldness in your voice sending shivers down his spine.

"I didn't fucking- I didn't runaway y/n" Izuku hisses. voice rising

"Yes the fuck you did, you ran away, and now you pissed at me because I didn't fucking wait for you."

It's half true. Sometimes He stays awake at night thinking about how different everything would have been if he never left, or you saved yourself for him.

Sometimes all he thinks about is you.

" Look Midoriya, why are you here ?" you ask slamming the fridge, seems to have to give up on whatever imaginary thing you were looking for.

" I just thought you should know I never forgot our promise.

Even though it's not that distant, oh no I still reminiscence it.

You remember the promise too.

You had been fucking idiots back then. Dreaming fantastical dreams and making outlandish promises that you now know neither of you could have ever kept.

I think of that night in the park it was getting dark and we stayed up for hours.

Of course, you still fucking remembered.

You would never forget that night in the park. It had been years ago, but you still remembered it like it had happened earlier today,

A few weeks before he ran away Izuku had knocked on your window in the middle of the night, smiling like an idiot as he told you to follow him, grab his hand -that he would hold you on the climb down. Laughing at the way you were afraid of falling.

"Don't you trust me?" He had asked

You did trust him.

against your better judgment, you let him pick you up and hoist you out of the window, screeching a little as he pivoted of the side of your house and onto the ground.

The two of you wondered about the neighborhood for a while before stopping at some park up the street from your house, Settling on a swing.

He had kissed you for the first time that night on the swings- it had been awkward and amazing all at once. the type of thing you never forget.

You'd Cling to my body like you'd wanted it forever

That night if he had wanted to go further you would have let him.

It's what everyone expected- what you expected of boys his age-to try to hit all the bases with you and there were parts of you that wanted to do it too - to cross that line with him.

instead of trying to talk you out of your panties he had grabbed your hand and promised you he'd come back for you.

You hadn't been sure what he meant back then and when you had tried to ask he told you not to worry about it, only that you needed to promise him that you would wait for him.

You had. Because in your stupid teenage mind you believed that nothing could separate you. No distance or time.

You had been wrong.

When you had received the same letter everyone else at U. A had, vaguely explaining his disappearance, you had thought you would him being gone for a few days would be fine. But the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months and the months into years, it had got to the point where if it weren't for the news reports detailing the latest feat of the new symbol of peace-you weren't sure if he was even alive.

What a time, What a time, What a time, For you and I

"You didn't wait for me Izuku finally says" Feeling the weight of too many years start to lift off of his shoulders.

"Well, it's not like you ever came back" You whisper. " And I did wait"

Your voice is cracking and he's sure you are about to start crying but you keep going anyway, He can tell you've waited far too long to get this off your chest.

" Do you know what it was like to reserve yourself for someone you don't even know is fucking alive - spending all your time worrying about someone who never even bothered to call but had no problem showing up years fucking later and acting as you owe him something.

" I wanted to - I wanted to talk to you but

"If you wanted to you would" You cut him off.

"You don't know what you put me through, how crazy I looked waiting for you when everyone else gave up?

I know we didn't end it like we're supposed to and now we get a bit tense.

The tears are falling now, flowing really.

" I still love you, never stopped, " He says voice quiet. A part of you wants to believe him the same little girl who spent all that time waiting begs you to believe him, but the older you, the present you won't allow it.

The sound of the door creaking open has both of walking back to the living room to greet Katsuki's who covered from head to toe in soot.

" I interrupt some shit ?" The blonde asks kicking off his heavy work boots.

" No Honey, Deku was just leaving we did some catching up is all, got on the same page n' whatnot. "

The green-haired man takes his cue to leave, giving Katsuki a nod before walking out the door.

I wonder if my mind leaves out all the bad parts.

sometimes in the dead of the night when Katsuki's fast asleep you find yourself thinking about how different things would have been if he had come back, or if you waited all this time for him.

You let yourself fantasize about the family you would have had and the house you would probably have owned, the names of children that will never exist.

but as your pregnancy test finally comes back positive and Katsuki pops the question you don't let yourself think about what could've been.

There is only what is.

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i hope all of you suffer and all of this was intentional

anyways if you enjoyed the piece feedback, notes and reblogs are appreciated

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I need more of dickhead Deku and single mom reader 😫 like how they met or something

Oh my gosh , you guys. I have so many dickhead Deku requests. I think I’m gonna do a lil Valentines special real quick because 🥴

But let’s say Dickhead Deku met the reader because she’s Shoto’s hardworking assistant that comes in early and stays late even on days where she has to bring her newborn in the office.

Now him and Shoto have a joined agency. They’re partners so of course he’s come acquainted with you. How could he miss you ? You’re so sweet and cute and that you have that perfect mouth. A mouth that makes the sweetest sounds when you were shushing and singing to your little one. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining how it would sound if you were screaming his name.

Dickhead Deku can have any one he wants. Who’s gonna tell him no ? But you did.

“Sorry Deku , I have to focus on __”

He could respect that. You were a good mother and he knew that your baby daddy was absent. But that didn’t mean he was gonna stop trying.

Nay nay.

He tried harder.

Stopping by to see you. Playing with the baby when you were busy with phone calls. Always bringing you flowers or sweets or toys for the kid. Trying to convince you to go on a “date” with him but all he really wanted to do was slide in your cheeks.

It wasn’t like he was pressed for pussy either.

Our boy got his dick wet every night. Even while he was actively pursuing you. But that’s neither here nor there.

He finally broke you down and convinced you to do a quiet night in.

“C’mon , (y/n). Just a little movie night. We can watch something family friendly” Green eyes sparkling as he grinned down at you. Those pretty dimples on his freckled cheeks making him look soft and sweet even though he was licking his lips at the thought of getting you alone. He was holding your baby too , who was playing with his curly green locs and smiling at the tall man like he was just everything. And he was.

And that’s how he got you.

After putting the baby in his crib, he walked back into the living room with his shirt off , pants low on his hips showing that prominent v line, gold chain sparkling against his freckled chest. The gives you the look 👀

You know the one.

And he does the lil head thing and says “c’mon” and he starts walking to your bedroom. Doesn’t even look behind him because he knows you’re gonna follow him like a good girl. 🥴

[pervysenpaix]

18+| MDNI

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Just Dickhead!Deku railing you from behind with you hands bound right above your ass using blackwhip and your face smushed in the pillows. He’ll yank you up by your hair for a few seconds just to give your little brain enough oxygen not to pass out but hardly enough to calm the frantic beating of your heart as you get absolutely wrecked.

[darkmajesty-xo]

soft awkward izuku fluff

izuku doesn't do this.

he doesn't like nightclubs, finding them too loud and crowded. with his line of work he's constantly on edge, so it's seeming impossible for him to "let go" in an environment like this.

he doesnt like hard liquor, preferring to sip a beer, or two, throughout the night because he'd always been a lightweight and he'd hate to ruin someone else's night by having them babysit him. kacchan's complained about it more than once.

he doesn't like small talk, it's not one of his strong suits. he can be a bit oblivious to social cues and tends to ramble incessantly about quirks, and all might and topics much too personal for polite conversations with strangers. he always ends up stammering out apologies and turning beet red when he gets "the look".

izuku doesn't do this.

he really did not want to go out tonight.

he really did not want to put on this dress shirt.

he really did not want to wait at the bar.

he turns around to look at his friend group. they're all laughing and carrying on with models and bottle girls that are desperate for their attention. even kacchan seems to be having a good time, probably recounting his victories and relishing in the way the girls linger to his every word. it's just not like that for izuku, he's always felt so awkward.

izuku doesn't do this.

he isn't some cassonova, like shinsou or sero, that can have a girl leaving with them before they'd even exchanged pleasantries.

he isn't cool or funny, like kaminari or kirishima, that can laugh a girl right out of her panties.

he isn't mysterious like shoto or confident like kachaan, whose mere existence is enough to attract a harem.

izuku doesn't do this.

he isn't his friends.

he's just--

"deku!?"

you're pretty, so so pretty; beautiful even. your smile is radiant; it leaves him breathless. your voice is angelic; like his own personal symphony. your eyes are kind; he could stare into them for hours. your body is amazing; you look so soft-- he wants to touch you in all the best, and worst, ways. your scent is hypnotic, it compliments you perfectly; he can't stop himself from leaning in-- it's like he's in a trance.

"wow, i can't believe i'm meeting my favorite hero! what can i get for you?"

he's your favorite hero? praise all might, he's blessed. to think that an angel like you had even considered his presence was astounding. if this was a different time, he'd worship at your feet with offerings of sacrifice and allegiance. you are the embodiment of all the beautiful things in the world that he'd sworn to protect. he doesn't even know your name but he's already named your three children and decided where you all would vacation in the summers.

izuku doesn't do this, because if he did he wouldn't have said that out loud and you wouldn't be giving him "the look". and fuck if he isn't mortified. can he not be a fucking nerd for once in his miserable existence ? maybe shinsou can brainwash him into forgetting how you flipped him off and called him a creep. his self deprecating mind can't handle that kind of torment on repeat.

izuku doesn't do this… and it seems like you can tell because why haven't belittled him ? why haven't you ran in the other direction? why aren't you giving him 'the look' anymore ? why are you smiling at him ?

"do i at least get to help plan the wedding? or was marriage not on the agenda?"

a joke.

that was a joke.

you were laughing with him, and not at him.

"of c-course you could help p-plan it but i think you should give me your number first".

he can thank the vestiges of OFA for that confident delivery because he was on the verge of passing out.

you whistled lowly, then bent down to grab two beers from under the bar.

"how about we start with names and see where the night takes us, huh? cheers".

izuku doesn't do this, but with the feeling of your fingers brushing his own as you hand him the drink lets him know that you're well worth it. he doesn't like his shirt, or this club but he likes you.

"cheers"

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Just Midoriya doing little things for you.

18+| MDNI tw! ProHero Deku, spit , dubcon ?

A bottle of water and your favorite candy on your desk in the mornings.

Giving you his jacket when it’s a bit chilly.

Buying you lunch because you forgot your bento.

Staying late when he notices you still at your desk revising his sloppy paperwork.

Offering to drive you home because you don’t and it’s “not safe” to be out this late.

Insisting on doing a walkthrough of your apartment “just to be sure”.

Pulling you towards the couch and sitting you down on his lap because you look “ stressed” and need to unwind.

Bullying two thick fingers into your tight little pussy while his thumb circles your clit.

Dragging those rough calloused digits along your spongey walls eliciting needy whimpers and sultry moans.

Telling you not to be embarrassed at the lewd squelch or the wet spot on his pants— “it’s fine. this is fine , k?”

Grasping your hair with his free hand and leaning your head against his shoulder.

Squeezing your cheeks to purse your pouty lips just enough for a fat glob of spit to seep through the seams.

Praising you for swallowing without being told and curving the pads of his fingers just right.

Continuously pumping those meaty digits in your velveteen core as you ride out your high.

Kissing your lips so softly before asking for “one more” in a pained raspy tone.

Just Midoriya 💚

[darkmajesty-xo]

18+ MDNI

pervy pro hero deku that asks for your panties as a reward for rescuing you from some low level villains ☹️ wraps the lacy material around his shaft while he fists his cock later that night then drops them off in your mailbox the next morning all crumbled , stiff and covered in spunk 💚

[darkmajesty-xo]

i’m feeling angsty friends 💔

MDNI | 18+ tw! cheater! reader , smut

he can taste your dishonesty. it sits bitter on his tongue from whatever boozy concoction that still courses through your veins. it seeps through your skin and he can smell it — your betrayal. heady and saccharine, a dark musk that encapsulates his soul and hurtles him towards his darkest nightmares but still he kisses you. rough and frenzied, with you pressed against the wall and his hands gripping your thighs. he can taste him on you. the other man that dared venture into his personal Eden to sample your forbidden fruit. is he a villain ? a fiend that crawled from the darkness to still you away ? no. that’s not the case. maybe he’s your hero, there to save you from a life of loneliness and repetitive cycles and he’s the one that’s the actual villain because only the opposite of good could turn an angel away. you’re panting now, chest heaving against his own. the thin fabric does nothing to dull the pebbling nipple that poke at his bare skin. within a fraction of a second it’s gone, and the budding mound is covered in his saliva. the man sucks and pulls, tugs and rubs, staking his claim to your freshly marked body. “s’good, so good, daddy” you slur, fingers locked in his hair in an almost painful grip but he isn’t deterred. he doesn’t even wince too focused on pushing back the tears welling in his eyes because when have you ever called him that ? never, but you say it with such familiarity, the way it falls off your tongue he just knows that’s what you call him. with lightning speed you’re thrown to the bed, remnants of your tattered dress pathetically framing your body. you whine his name. just his name. and it’s a breath of fresh air because you haven’t regarded him with such emotion in so long. how long has it been ? since you’ve been under him ? since you’ve been seeing him ? are you like this for him ? pliant and submissive. legs spread and glistening cunny hot and throbbing around his cock. it’s been too long because he’s only half way in and he feels like he’s about to cum. how could you still be this tight when he just fucked you ? with his cum still sticky between your folds and lubricating his dick. he feels sick. was he really so bad ? did he deserve to be treated like this ? yes, he was busy but that’s because he was protecting the innocent ! are you so selfish that you don’t understand that ? are you the villain ?! you must be because what saint can make his body run hot with pleasure solely from your alluring voice. the way you call to him like a siren, he can’t take it. he’s losing his mind. you feel so good around his cock but so bad on his heart. he thrusts faster, angling his hips to hit that gummy spot that makes you see stars. hands intertwined with yours he begs you to look at him. he’s desperate. “please , please, please” but your eyes are glued shut. “no no no” you sob, shaking your head as tears start to form. you know that he knows, he can tell but he needs to see your eyes. what are you thinking about right now ? being so close to the edge. at the precipice of pleasure but he won’t bring you there unless you fulfill his request. it was cruel. but didn’t you deserve it ? “i need it baby, p-please. yn, just look at me baby. it’s okay”. your heart shatters. the pain in his voice more sobering than any of his forceful thrusts. “im s-so sorry, Izu” you whine, but that’s not enough the needs you to look at him. “sweetheart, please look at me. just look at me please and we can fix it”. did you even want that ? his brows furrow as he examines you. why are you so conflicted? don’t you love him !? “yn, baby please. i-fuck!” his thrusts grow sloppy as he nears the edge but he needs you to answer him! “please baby, just , just look at me and tell me you love me. just do it baby and it’s fine. it’s okay , my love. I just need to hear you say it”. your body convulses, tightening around him almost painfully. your eyes flutter open as you begin to cum wailing pleas to god but he wants you to plead to him ! “I-zuku , I love— his hips stutter and his seed fills you just as you whimper that damned name.

“Katsuki”.

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Definitely still on hiatus but Yakuzu!Deku will not leave my mind so I have to share this concept.

18+NSFW|MDNI tw!Aged Up, Yandere themes, Dancer!YN

 Izuku leans back into the cushions—legs spread wide and leisurely sipping the drink that he swirls in his hand. The drink is smooth, and it burns going down. He can feel the rosy flush on his cheeks and exposed chest—the top half of his dress shirt is buttoned allowing a sliver of his freckled pecs to peek through. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows revealing muscular arms and rough hands hardened from years of “persuasive interviewing” methods taught by his mentor, and former Yakuza boss, Toshinori Yagi, better known as “AllMight”. Deku flexes his long fingers, the diamonds on his gold rings and watch shimmering in the ambient green mood lighting and taps the rim of his glass. He should really be paying to the ravings of his right-hand man, and best friend, Katsuki but he just can’t seem to focus.

But how could anyone expect him to be tuned into some routine business meeting when he was gazing upon what had to be the most magnificent creature in all existence. You were perfect—in every since of the word. A plump voluptuous figure that put all his other dancers to shame, moving captivatingly with each twist and whine of your hips. Skin rich with melanin and smooth as the silk lingerie that clung to your frame. A face so breathtakingly beautiful that it’d make angels weep. And your eyes… Your eyes were the best part because layers of mystery hid beneath those cold, dead looking orbs that evoked a level of sensuality that shouldn’t be possible.

You didn’t want to be here; any fool could see that. You weren’t like the other girls—all doe eyed and syrupy smiled, pushing up on Izuku and his lieutenants in attempts to gain their favor. No, you were here to do a job and that’s it. Barely even spared him a second glance while the rest of the club was in a frenzy whenever they came in for “family meetings”. God, he wanted to know more about you—no, he needed to know more about you. If he had to go another day without clutching your pulpy flesh, or running his tongue over your pulse, or listening to the sweet sounds of your voice chanting his name like a prayer while he embedded himself in your womb, he'd probably lose go insane. He’d open you up—mind, body, and soul; Izuku would replace that dead look in your eyes with pure bliss that could only be produced by his touch. Yes, he wanted you, but he wanted you to need him. Wanted you to cry out to the heavens and declare him your god while his cock speared your insides and stretched your core. And when your cunny was bruised and pulsating from overstimulation, he’d paint your walls white, pumping cum so deep into your pussy that your tummy bulged. Then he’d lay you down, legs spread wide and eat—

“Oi, Deku! You listenin’ idiot?” The blonde snaps, startling the man from his fantasy. If this was anyone else, he would’ve probably shot him point blank, but this was his best friend, so he gave him a closed eyed smile while discreetly adjusting his growing bulge. “Of course, Kacchan. Please continue” His voice was as light as cheery as ever but there was a tinge of something darker that went unnoticed by almost everyone.

Almost.

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Miss me? I know it. That's why I had to pop in and mention Dickhead!Deku

18+ NSFW Content| MDNI

Dickhead!Deku loves you. There’s no doubt about it. He may be mean and condescending in the bedroom. Pushing three fingers to the back of your throat, making you gag and choke while you grasp at his wrist. Chucking darkly, with sparkles in his emerald orbs and a feral grin plastered on his face, as he gazes upon your trembling figure. Struggling to accommodate him, as always, but still greedily swallowing his swollen cock with your drooling cunt. He loves this position—sitting against the headboard with one hand on your waist as you ride him. It allows him to see all the stupid little faces and hear all the silly little sounds you attempt to make when you’re stuffed full of his fingers and fat dick. Oh god—you’d swear he hates your guts by the way he’s mixing them. Burrowing deeper into your womb whenever he rolls his hips in time with yours. Licking up the sweat beading on your soft, smooth, skin and nipping at the place where your neck and shoulders meet. He knows how sensitive you are there. “Why you makin’ all of them noises, pup? Gonna wake my son”.  He knows that you love it whenever he refers to your son as his own. It makes your heart flutter and pussy tighten. But that’s just an added bonus. He really does love the little guy. The two of you are his family. He’d move mountains for you, and you know this. That’s why you never take offense when he snatches his fingers out of your mouth and smears your saliva across your face. Or when his grip tightens, fingers imprinting crescent moons on the flesh of your hip and thigh while he bounces you on his length. Please don’t get mad when he leans forward to catch a nipple in his mouth and bite down so hard it feels like he might’ve broken skin. Cause even if he did – his tongue is swirling around the bud, soothing the sting with the warmth of his mouth. Don’t hold it against him if he starts to overstim you. He’s made you cum so many times already that there’s just no way for him to keep track. Plus, your pussy is just so good. So tight and wet. The only thought in his mind is warm and soft. Nothing else is going on upstairs so he doesn’t even hear it when you tell him to slow down. He’s chasing his own nut at this point and when the faint sound of your mumbled pleas finally registers in his ears, he thinks you’re begging for more. And Deku just loves you so much that he’ll give you more. “There you go, baby. Take all that dick” is grunted in your ear. A desperate choked sound riddled with pleasure. Your whole body is shaking. He can feel the vibrations of your moans on his lips because they’re pressed to your throat. Peppering your flesh with soft kisses. He always kisses you so soft. Like a delicate flower. But he fucks you so hard. Making your body loose and you just fall against him. All dopey and dumb—lacking the basic brain function to even hold yourself up. That’s okay, he’s got you. Just another minute now and he’s – “cumming!”. Knocked over the edge by the vice grip of your velvety walls. Pumping ropes of sticky white spunk into your sobbing core. “S’good. S'good. S’good” He’s whimpering and breathing hard because he might’ve overstimmed himself on accident. How could he not? Pussy’s too good to pull out.

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Dear Deku ,

You still haven’t called or wrote I hope you have a chance. I’m not mad I just think it’s fucked up that you don’t answer fans. I know that you’re stretched thin, I understand. But, how do you think being brushed off feels to younger fans ? My class was so excited to meet you on hero day! All of them dressed in green and smiling as they mimicked things you would say. They even made a little sign so that you’d be greeted. Imagine how bad it hurt when you walked straight past and didn’t even read it. Yeah, we were in the quirkless section but so were you ! Did you forget about all the things that you went through ? Deku, we’re really more alike than different, don’t you know ? Cast aside and forgotten just cause society said so? Growing up was tough— it was just me and my mom. If I’m not mistaken, don’t you have a similar song ? Please don’t ignore me, Deku! I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever lose.

Sincerely yours,

Your biggest fan.

PS: We should be together too 💚

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