#m.izuku

[shibaraki]

24 year old izuku and his 40 year old coworker bestie aizawa is canon ykw that’s funny as fuck

[sugarlywhispers]

m.izuku + makes gf squirt

☆—fem reader, NSFW, smut, squirting, praising.

☆—a/n; here it is, the midoriya izuku version (; enjoy!🤍

“Y/N, are you awake?” You heard Izuku's deep morning voice against your ear. You were sprawled with your front over the bed, so when his hand started to caress your back under one of his baggy shirts that you used as pajamas you couldn't avoid the shivers that ran through your body. 

“No, I'm not,” you answered, face against your pillow. He chuckled with his deep, sexy morning voice, because he could see clearly the sensations his touch was producing on your skin.  

“Come on, baby. Let's play a little bit…” He whispered against your ear before kissing behind it. His hand traveled from your back to your ass, where he squeezed one cheek before giving it a little slap.

It was impossible to stop the little whine that left your mouth at his action, followed by a giggle, as much as the wetness that started to appear on your entrance. Your whole body was responding to him, and that was definitely impossible to prevent it. Your body loved Izuku.

You took a sharp breath when you felt one of his hands move your panties to a side and got two of his fingers inside your pussy, while the other moved your big shirt to a side from the neck, exposing one of your shoulders. A moan escaped past your lips thanks to his roughness; you loved when he become like that, so harsh, desperate and horny for you. 

“My pretty baby... So ready for me,” he said against the skin of your shoulder, kissing and nipping it while his fingers started to thrust deep, in and out, so good inside you. You couldn't say or do anything else than moan and whine for him. 

It didn’t take him long enough to have you thrusting your hips back against his fingers when your walls started to tighten. 

“Gonna come, baby?” You nodded, grabbing the sheets with force.

And before you could warn him, you felt it right there when he curved his fingers inside you. It was a different kind of orgasm, but it struck you like as if a huge truck crashed against you, and you couldn’t stop it. You couldn’t stop the explosion of sensations you were feeling right in your lower belly, and that was completely expressing itself down your core. 

“Oh – fuck,” you heard him moan when he moved to kneel between your legs, pulling them apart so he could watch your pussy. “I didn’t know you could do that, babe... You’re fucking beautiful.”

He looked at you like you were the most beautiful work of art... or his favorite meal. Either way, it only ignited you to feel even more pleasure.

“Izuku...” You moaned, feeling his fingers against your core again, making you twitch your hips thanks to the overwhelming pleasure. 

“Let’s do that again.” 

“Fuck!”, was the only thing you could say when you felt his mouth on your pussy. 

[pileofmush]

his heart pangs beneath your skin

pairing ➸ pro hero deku x gn!reader

synopsis ➸ all you really wanted was some cheap chocolate. you wound up getting more than you bargained for.

details ➸ tags: soulmate au, someone give deku a hug, strangers to lovers // cw: blood, canon-typical violence, attempted assault, some prose // wc 2.7k

a/n ➸ my contribution to @katsukidotcom’s lover’s lane collab! this is a valentine’s day gift to myself, lol. very self-indulgent.

It’s one a.m. on the fifteenth of February when you run into trouble. You’re trudging through the slums of Musutafu, breathing shallowly through your nose to avoid the suspicious tang of sourness that resonates in the air. It’s been one of those days— the past couple of days, technically— full of loved-up soulmates and gazes of adoration that border on cross-eyed.

A stranger might call you bitter, a self-satisfied smirk on their kiss-swollen lips. Well, you’re not bitter. Kudos to them for finding the predetermined love of their life, really. But the antics surrounding Valentine's Day are enough to give any sane person a headache, giving another meaning entirely to the word lovesick.

Though, there are some pros to the commercial holiday. It’s what has you risking your skin in the middle of the night for a shot at discount chocolate.

“Where do you think you’re going?” a voice snarls from somewhere in the dark. Your heart leaps in your throat.

Maybe you do hate the holiday, after all.

It came from somewhere in the alley you were just about to pass, your hurried steps not enough to dissuade attention from shady alley-dwelling men, evidently. “Hey man,” you say, palms up, walking backwards along the sidewalk. “College student. I don’t have any money.”

That doesn’t stop him from emerging from the shadows like the fucking boogeyman. A long, deep scar runs from his eyebrow to his jaw. “Sure I could find other uses for ya,” he grins, thick, barbed teeth glinting in the dark.

Fuck me, you think, stepping over a broken bottle carefully, debating on when exactly would be the best time to bolt. Why is this guy mad? Does he not have a valentine either? Join the fucking club.

“Can’t,” you reply to his ‘proposition’, heart beating wildly in your chest. “… I’m… pregnant.” The alley man’s face flickers in confusion, and, not missing a beat, you spin around and book it the hell out of there.

A myriad of expletives run through your head in combinations that would make sailors clutch their pearls. It’s the first time you’ve tasted this for yourself. Danger— pumping adrenaline through your blood and slicking your palms with sweat— and by the sounds of the heavy feet pounding against asphalt behind you, it’s coming in hot and heavy. Your mind is racing, inwardly berating yourself for your sheer stupidity, straining to come up with the nearest escape route, wondering if they can feel it.

You cut a corner and slip on some sort of sludge before you catch your footing. Gross; the notion roils your stomach, as if you don’t have bigger issues on your plate. Your lungs burn and your legs ache, but on the bright side, you’re emerging into society again. There’s a konbini around here that you frequent when your dorm is running low on snacks. If you could just get there—

Shit. A hand latches around your arm and yanks you into another goddamn alley. A shriek pierces the night before thick, grimy hands clamp down on your mouth and push you against the wall. The alley man. How did he even get here? A teleportation quirk? Uneven brickwork digs into your back as a beefy leg parts your thighs, leaning into you.

No. No. He couldn’t— you can’t… you wouldn’t let him.

“You bitch!” the man roars, blood gushing down his fingers as he seethes and snarls like a dog. You bare your teeth right back at him, gums bloody and breathing ragged. Blood rushing in your ears, head pounding, you think you hallucinate the message that flashes across the back of your eyelids like a whip, urgent and biting. I’m coming.

A delusion. You’re panicked and you’re hallucinating, imagining the words of a hero who will never come.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” the man sneers, leaving crimson streaks on his pants from where he’s wiped his hands.

No one will save you.

You spit blood on the ground and prepare for the backhand your scathing words will earn you. “Go to hell.”

He scowls; curls his left fist and reels it back.

The hit doesn’t come.

A flash of green electricity is your only warning, lighting up the dingy alleyway and allowing you to make out the unadulterated fear painted on the man’s face. The leg underneath you stiffens before he’s thrown backwards by the force of a thousand hurricanes, back colliding brutally against concrete. He twitches but does not get back up.

Oh.

And then… and then—

You’re twelve and curling around your stomach on your bedroom floor, tears clinging to your lash line as you are sucker punched by fate. You do not understand what is happening to you. You do not know of the boy swinging a golden yellow backpack at a sludge villain across the city. When your body has stopped attacking you and you catch a glimpse of the news on the television, you will think to yourself, ‘how awful,’ and will forget about it by the next day.

You’re thirteen and crouched on the floor of your math class, children snickering and teachers urging you to calm down. Calm down. Why won’t you calm down? Why does it feel like your gut is being cleaved in two? When you make it back home and turn on the tv, you’ll watch reporters dissect the new terrorist group that’s made their debut and helicopters circle around Yuuei’s USJ like flies. You will clutch the remote in your hands and wonder if you are dying.

You’re thirteen and are a little wiser now. You are ready for the alarm bells and the slick palms and the insistent sensation that calls to you, urging you to burst out the door and find them. It speaks to you in short, carnal bursts. Tells you that you need to get up. That you need to go. That you need to protect. You calmly shove a sedative down your throat and turn to your television screen to watch Hosu City burn. Giant, hulking, things dominate the screen and strike terror into your mother’s heart. She scrambles across the couch to grasp your hand between hers. You idly wonder whether your soulmate is a villain, or if they’re just a suicidal maniac.

You are twenty-two. In front of you: a looming mass. The rousing thrum of electricity. Wild curls and wilder eyes. And you have never felt safer.

“It’s you,” you rasp. Your tongue feels heavy. “You’re here.”

Pro Hero Deku stares at you, wide-eyed, like he can’t believe you are real. “I’m here,” he confirms, a large hand leaning in to brush your cheek with his thumb, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner.”

__..__

You know him as the number one hero of Japan, but he tells you to call him Izuku. You like his name, and the rosy tint of his cheeks when you say it aloud. You like him.

Your soulmate.

Izuku dons casual clothing and the pastel pink beanie you ripped off of your head and hustled over his own, just before you left, once more, for sale-priced chocolate. It’s a last-ditch effort to disguise him, but a cute one nonetheless, capturing his curls and framing his face quite nicely: blunt edges softened by the lowlight of the city and the river of freckles dancing across his skin. He’s undeniably beautiful. Ethereally so.

Hand covering your mouth, you slip into the bathroom after greeting the old man behind the counter and gargle tap water. The thought of the alley man’s vile blood in your mouth makes your skin crawl, but at least he’ll be behind bars soon— Izuku reassured you, shortly after you denied the offer to learn the man’s name. He didn’t deserve that respect from you. You gargle and scrub until every speck of blood is off you and leave the bathroom smelling like cheap soap.

“Are you okay?” Izuku is there, hovering by the exit like an eager puppy. “I wasn’t sure which chocolate you liked, so I bought all of them.” You have half a mind to kiss him.

“You… really didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to.”

God, he’s so earnest. So kind. What did you do in your past life to deserve him?

You leave the konbini, Izuku at your heels, making sure to wave at the owner who cooed at the sight of ‘his favorite customer finally getting a boyfriend.’

The bitter chill of winter nips at you, not quite ready to throw in the towel yet and make room for the first vestiges of spring. Izuku bites his lip and shuffles his feet. Your eyes trace the moonless sky before they flicker back to your soulmate.

“So. Where to next?”

His face lights up, and you have no idea how the night sky doesn’t brighten in the face of the pure light he radiates. A hand comes up to sheepishly rub the back of his head. “I was hoping… if it isn’t too forward… my place?”

You want to tell him that you’d probably follow him to the ends of the earth if he’d let you. That in the short hour you’ve known him, he’s captured your heart and there’s no receipt.

“Okay,” is what you say instead. You’re certain that if you pushed his hair back, the tips of his ears would be be bright red.

__..__

Izuku picks you up bridal style after a slew of courtesies and apologies, warm, brawny hands cupping the undersides of your thighs, and you attempt to ward off the heat rising to your cheeks, burying your face in his neck for cover. He smells like the forest: like pine trees and the air before a thunderstorm. You can hear the hum of raw energy beneath his skin, feel the vibrations of his soft chuckle, and the pitter patter of his pulsing heart.

It’s like magic.

He lands on the balcony of an upscale apartment that overlooks magnolia trees and residential neighborhood. Part of you wants to get anxious. To wipe your sweaty palms on your pants and flee, magical wings sprouting as you hop over the balcony. The other part of you wants to remain tucked into Izuku’s chest.

You do neither, legs unfurling as he helps you to the ground. “Tea?” he offers, voice throaty as he fumbles with his keys. You follow him wordlessly through the sliding door into his kitchen. He sounds just as nervous as you feel— two bumbling fools dancing around one another. What a pair you make.

Izuku clears his throat as he cracks open his fridge. “Or, I have other drinks as well if you don’t like tea. Water, and ah… protein shakes? I’m sorry, I thought I had more.”

You hum, slipping off your shoes and placing them besides his carelessly strewn sneakers. “Water is fine, thanks.”

Izuku busies himself procuring two glasses of water while you take to exploring his apartment. The light stays off, the little light from outside trickling through sheer curtains. That doesn’t deter you, intent to learn all you can about your soulmate through the place he calls home.

It’s sparse, save for the odd knickknack here and there. An All Might figurine standing proudly on a sleek coffee table; a shelf full to the brim with thick books and notebooks alike; a few photos of a miniature Izuku in school uniform, surrounded by a colorful bunch of individuals pinching and bullying him into a smile.

“Those are my friends from Yuuei,” Izuku murmurs from behind you, fond. He slips a glass into your fingers, condensation dotting the bottom.

You take a tiny step back, into him, letting him lean over you and look over your shoulders. Your thumb brushes over the mini Izuku as you take a sip of your water, trying to reconcile the dorky kid in the picture with the broad man he’d grow into. He was a little wimpy back then. Cute.

You wish you knew him back then.

“You look happy,” is what you say, absently tracing over his wobbly grin. “But your tie-game was shit.”

The laugh that rings out is like a ripple of electricity, flowing through your body like a current and shocking you up to the very tips of your toes. His hand nudges yours, rough fingers slipping in between yours like a glove. “I was happy,” he agrees easily, gently rolling his thumb over yours, “and I was sad, too.”

And it’s like a knife to the heart.

Still, you let him pull you onto the couch, into him, his knees bent and outstretched around yours, until there’s absolutely no space between the two of you, and you are not sure where he ends or you begin.

“You blame me,” you say into the dark. Not an observation: an inquisition.

“Never.”

And he is so sincere, and so gentle, and you do not know what to do with yourself. “Why not?” you demand softly, not daring to raise your voice past a whisper.

“How could I?” he chuckles mirthlessly, warm breath tickling the back of your neck. “I understand.”

“You don’t.”

“I do.”

Silence hangs in the air as he lets you gather your thoughts. “I didn’t know how,” you confess. His hands run down your arms and back up, and you shudder beneath him. “I could feel you,” you begin, a tear sliding down your cheek.

“The spike in your heart rate,” you say as you lean back, letting his pulse wash over you.

“The sweat in your palms,” you grab his hands and place them over yours, sliding them down your knees. “The ire in your voice.” His breath hitches.

“But I didn’t… I didn’t think it was possible for someone to…” Be bound to you, is what you want to say. Chained to you by the Fates themselves.

For the longest time, you thought your soulmate would be better off without you. And so you never tried, until the rush of adrenaline was just a dull buzz underneath your skin. Until it was only a reminder of your shame.

“It’s okay,” Izuku says. Because of course your soulmate would be forgiving, and so, so patient.

“It’s not.”

“It is,” he insists.

And it’s not fair, for him to be so tender with you. For him to adore you so. Your mouth twitches, drawn into a sad smile.

“I’m grateful,” he waits until the tension’s released from your shoulders. Then he nuzzles his head into the slope of your neck, soft tendrils of hair caressing you as he inhales deeply. “You were so rarely ever in danger,” he murmurs lowly, thoughtfully, into your skin. “I didn’t think I had a soulmate.” Another tear falls, and, as if he foresaw it, his hand reaches up to swipe it away.

“You should hate me,” you mutter, grabbing his wrist and pressing kisses into his palm.

“I love you.”

You stiffen.

He has stolen your breath.

It cannot be true.

But it is.

You do not know Midoriya Izuku, but you know Midoriya Izuku. You know he is the type to rush into everything he comes across headfirst— most of all love.

How brash. How reckless of him.

“I love you too.”

It slips out of your mouth before you can even think to lie.

Izuku sighs into your neck. You shut your eyes.

What a pair the two of you make.

And the two of you stay like that: hearts pounding and palms sweating, intrinsically and eternally entwined, not willing to let the other go, even in your slumber.

Dawn emerges and passes. You wake in the morning and share lazy kisses and discount chocolate, and smile, knowing you’ll have a valentine next year and the next and for the rest of your lives.

__..__

You’ve lived your entire life on edge, and you’ve done so willingly, grateful to know that you have a soulmate, and that their heart thumps as loudly in the face of danger as it does. That it continues to pang against their rib cage and yours.

But now that you know who your soulmate is, and that you can actually feel his heart thumping beneath his skin, solid and a little fluttery, right against your palm… you don’t know how you ever lived without it.

[shotoh]

anyways, i want todobakudeku to spoil me before they make me start seeing stars

[thetreefairy]

How do you think platonic yandere bakugo would react to yandere romantic izuku wanting to be with bakugos sister.

Oh hun, Reader is gonna have to deal with clingy Bakubitch

they/them reader.

y!platonic B.Katsuki vs y!romantic! M.Izuku

Reader is quirkless, just like Izuku, which led them to becoming close friends in Middle school. Katsuki has always been protective over Reader, but he allowed Izuku to be their friend for one reason, he was quirkless and useless. How can useless deku hurt his sister?

But Katsuki's yandere tendencies caused the bullying to be extremely verbal abusive, but it also caused him not to use his quirk on Izuku. Why? Reader's and his relathionship severed due to his bullying, luckily for him, when he and Izuku went to U.A their relathionship became a bit more repaired.

But his yandere tendencies are still annoying as fuck, especially because Reader decided to go to the police academy.

"Reader, where are you going tonight? Oh~ are you going on a date?" Mizuki asked her child, with a small smirk. Mizuki was trying to anger Katsuki, she is a romantic yandere herself, and she was a platonic yandere for her best friend, so she knows all too well how much it would irritate Katsuki. And it did. "Momma, you know exactly were I am going, stop trying to provoke a reaction out of Katsuki."

Katsuki followed them, yeah they fucking followed them. He saw Reader kissing with Izuku and generally doing couple things, which resulted in a fight (without quirks, don't worry). But reader broke it up real quick :D.

"But reader!"

"BAKUGO KATSUKI YOU WILL LEAVE ME AND IZUKU TO OUR DATE OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL USE ALL THAT FUCKING BLACKMAIL I HAVE!" Yeah, that got Katsuki to shut up real quick, and like, real fucking quick.

So Katsuki would have to allow the relathionship, because otherwise he would get in trouble with the law, his school and his mother. So yeahhh.

Doesn't mean He won't guilt you in spending time with him :D

[prettyboykatsuki]

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is she gonna pop | m.izuku 

➳ tags ;; 18+, brat-tamer!deku agenda, unprotected sex, this is heavily focused on shibari and the fact deku is very strong, strength kink, punishment, deku calls u a fleshlight uh... fem!reader

➳ wc ;; 1.2k

➳  a/n ;; not the exact fic i wanted to post for our boyfriend / for @rat-zuki but that shit is taking much much longer than i anticipated and i wanted to post something within a reasonable time frame. consider this a bonus fic ig? 

happy late bday dekuuu 

➳  plot ;; izuku midoriya likes to let you have your way.  

shibari ref but ur hands r behind ur back. 

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He lets you. 

Sometimes, as it would be, you forget about how he lets you act. It’s something you seem to forget - get accustomed to your sweet, loving Deku. The one who puts up with your attitude and coaxes you out of your bad moods with sweet words. After all, what’s a few out of place comments from his pretty girl. What’s some attitude, some annoyance if it means he gets to be sweet on you. 

Deku likes the attitude, that’s another part of it. When you make fun of him and you get that lovely over-confident attitude about what you’ve said. When you poke and pinch and prod at him. He likes the way you prance around with a dopey little grin on your face, so pleased by how he adjusts to you. He does it on purpose because he finds your bratting cute. 

He finds you cute and endearing so he lets you. Gives you silent permission to act the way you do and sighs when you misbehave. Lets himself be weak for you, gives you the power you seem to desperately crave so he can dote on you to his hearts content. 

He lets you. Deku the hero is too smart and too no bullshit to put up with something he doesn’t like but he likes the way you act with him. He likes your unpleasantries and the way you can’t handle affection - like a misbehaved cat. He’ll love you to the ends of the earth, uncaring. 

You’re not too difficult for someone as skillful as him. Someone so patient and kind and loving. Adoring, even. 

But.. 

There are always limits - and he seldom imposes them but they exist. He’s a hero and you’re.. you. They need to exist.  When he needs you to behave, he’ll tell you. Before your events, he’ll zip up your dress and help you get everything on - a whisper in your ear. It’s simple and plain. 

He’ll say it once and he’ll remind you once, those are the rules. With a hand on the lower part of your spine, he does it without an ounce of light-heartedness. A simple command he expects you to follow. 

“Behave,” 

It’s easy. Tonight, unlike most nights, you’re expected to be on your best behavior. No teasing, no bratting - just good behavior. It’s one night. He’ll even reward you. It’s so easy. He knows you can do it. You can behave, right? 

Of course you can, just one night. You can be good. 

Right?

_ 

It’s the disappointment that always sends your stomach churning. 

You’ve only ever seen him angry a handful at times and none of those times have ever been at you. But you can see he’s angry - jaw tense. It feathers as the rope dips underneath your thighs. The scratchy material makes you squirm. It covers every expanse of skin you’ve got on. You’re bare other than thin, cotton panties that to your dismay, do a good job of displaying how you feel. 

You’re turned on but anxious, heart-beating rapidly in your throat as he patiently ties you. With your legs folded up and your arms behind your back - you’re left completely immobile and at his disposal. This alone sends you reeling, the urge to run your mouth and relieve some of your anxiety every present. 

His green eyes, normally so affection, feel cold as they look over the knots. A little sob hiccups in your chest. A hand splays on your sternum as he holds you down. 

“Don’t move,” ― he commands, voice harsh and icy ― “I don’t have the patience. Move anymore and I’ll strap you down to the bed,” 

You go stiff as a board, a hollowness in your body at the way he treats you. It occurs to you briefly that you’re so stubborn. Frustrated, you open your mouth again. The words of a clumsy apology rush out of your mouth. Tears of upset making your vision blurry. 

“‘m sorry, sorry! Don’t punish me please.. dont want you to -” 

He grabs your face with his hands and sighs, leaning down to kiss you. It’s a sweet relief, kissing him back with such urgency. He gives it to you, that sweetness, only momentarily before pulling away. That warmth is gone, replaced by only what you could describe as sharpness. 

“What was my one rule for tonight, baby? Can you repeat it for me?” 

You tug your lower lip between your teeth. 

“B-behave,” 

“And what did you do?” he asks. His grip on your jaw tightens as you pout. 

“Misbehave,” 

He nods, letting go of you. Wordlessly, he finished tying the rest of the rope around your body. He places a large hand completely over your clothed sex, thumb brushing against the wet-spot. 

“You think, after acting like that during our dinner - my birthday dinner, and making a scene in front of everyone, that you shouldn’t be punished,” 

You shiver at the sound of his voice. Baritone and exasperated - mean. Nothing like you’re used to. 

“But I didn’t mean -” 

His hand comes down harsh on your cunt. A loud noise of surprise echoes in the room as he stares at you with a hardened glare. Your clit throbs underneath your panties as you gasp, fat tears pooling at your lashes. He sighs as he tugs your panties to up.

“I didn’t ask for your input,” ― he makes a show of making your panties scrunch up between your folds, before snapping the wet fabric back onto your cunt ― “Fleshlights don’t have mouths to speak, so don’t speak unless spoken too,” 

His cock is big, thick and heavy as it rests against your pussy. He lets the head brush against your swollen bundle of nerves but that’s as much pleasure as he lets you have. Without any prep, he spits onto it unceremoniously. He has enough patience to go slow but the stretch of it burns, aches but feels good too. It curves up - drags against your aching walls. He fucks you with a bated breath.

Without letting you get adjust to his size, he’s picking you up like you weigh nothing at all. You let out a gasp with the confidence in which he holds you up. He holds you right where he wants before slamming his hips into you, cock brushing against your cervix. You feel your body go limp from pleasure, blood rushing to your head at the way he treats you. 

With his fingers dimpling into your skin, he fucks you without an ounce of concern. The room fills with the noise of his muscled hips, slamming against you. He meant what he said earlier about using you like a flesh-light. The pleasure is erratic, consistent but mean thrusts. It hits you with a bruising force as the rope struggles against your soft skin.  The force is enough to make you uneasy - but he holds you like it’s nothing. Fucks you like it’s nothing. 

It feels like hours pass, and Deku never loses his stamina. He goes again and again and again - and you feel yourself getting close after endless pounding. Overwhelmed by the strength of your impending orgasm - you choke on your words.

“C-c..umming, f-fuck,” 

You wail, loudly, as the pressure slowly falls back to nothing but aching. He shifts the weight of your body so he can spank you. He holds you up as you sob, immobile. Devastated. 

“Fleshlights, don’t cum either do they?” 

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[bbykeijis]

# BNHA MASTERLiST

FiCS / DRABBLES

# the longer ones <3

employee of the month | FEATURiNG ! t.shoto, b.katsuki, m.izuku, t.touya

let me kiss you | i.midoryia

TEXTS / HEADCANONS

# mini bites of my creativity <3

detangler thief | bakusquad

being bestfriends w/ miruko | prohero!reader

can i kiss you? | mha various

asking you out texts | FEATURiNG ! t.shoto, s.hanta, d.kaminari, k.eijiro, b.katsuki, m.izuku

wash day | m.izuku

relationship ‘quirks’ | FEATURiNG ! m.izuku, b.katsuki, t.shoto

SERiES

# for things that deserve more parts <3

eri vs the world | part one, part two

late night dates | part one, part two

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[thelittledekuwhocould]

My favorite part of Implacable thus far:

From: M.Izuku@live.co.ja To: A.Shota@live.co.ja Sent: Monday June 11, 2018 11:34 PM Subject: Internships Shouta I am butter in a blender. Izuku -- From: A.Shōta@live.co.ja To: M.Izuku@live.co.ja Sent: Monday, June 11, 2018 12:56 AM Subject: Re: Internships Izuku, WTF? Shouta

[milktyama]

hihii! its almost time for school to start for my mod! she will get lazy, so she's apologizing in advance if she's inactive :)

how are you?

m.izuku

haha issok i started school a week ago so i've been a little inactive myself too. just drop by whenever u can !!

and im doing ok! a lot of tests and assignments this week so im trying to power thru it all! how are u izuku?

(mod make sure u get enough rest and stay hydrated! also if u feel like things are going too fast once u get back no worries bc im sure everyone feels the same!)

[shibaraki]

izuku definitely borrows that ‘teaching for dummies’ book from all might right. it’s well read and worn and there are notes in the margins and sticky tabs jutting out from the pages. aizawa recognises it immediately and sighs so heavily he deflates and drifts away like a weary balloon

[shibaraki]

why do people think izuku isn’t going to be a hero now…… are we reading the same manga….. it’s fine because he still has his original quirk it’s called THE INDOMITABLE HUMAN SPIRIT

[shibaraki]

IM GOING TO CATAPULT MYSELF STRAIGHT INTO THE FUCKING SUN

[shibaraki]

falling to my knees look at them LOOK

[shibaraki]

ok young man……… to bed with you

[shibaraki]

pls monty i would give u my firstborn if u write even a couple of lines of reader harassing deku for bkg fun facts im laughing so hard 😭 i can totally see izuku sweating and panicking while a deranged reader bombards him w questions at the most unlikely times

but does bakugou know deku wrote his wiki page, or does like a picture collage of screenshots from the page go viral on twitter for being so unhinged and he's just lookin at it like wait how the hell do they know THAT?! before it Clicks

PLSSSS I just know if I sprinted up to him and yelled QUICK-FIRE ROUND:—WHAT IS BAKUGO’S CHEST SIZE?? his lizard brain would kick in and he’d squeak out 102 CENTIMETRES!! before he could think. and everyone in the vicinity would be looking at him like bro… why do you know that…….

bakugo doesn’t care about online stuff my guy is not even aware the page exists until it goes viral. one day denki comes up to him like hey man!! I didn’t know u had the cilantro gene too! and as soon as he sees the wiki he immediately KNOWS. meanwhile somewhere in japan, deku is overcome by an unexplainable sense of dread lmfao

[shibaraki]

GOD PLEASE TAKE AWAY ALL OF HIS SUFFERING AND GIVE IT TO ME