#midoriya x y/n

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ jealousy, jealousy ~ i. midoriya

sum: just some jealous! izuku thoughts

pairing: villain! izuku midoriya x girlfriend! reader

content: 18+ - mdni. jealousy p in v, language, dirty talk, possessive talk, implied/suggested multiple rounds, slight quirk use, marking, reader gets called doll/princess/baby/good girl, general NSFW content.

a/n: another request from my wattpad days that came from insta. fresh look and feels so much better, not feeling this but I've been unwell so i'll take the hit. feels like this may turn into a series soon. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1.7k

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jealous! izuku who would look at the person trying their hardest to swoon you and wish he had a quirk that would kill them right on the spot. who wishes he could make anyone who would so much as dare breathe in your direction be six feet under.

jealous! izuku who taps his foot in annoyance when the person reaches forward to touch you, much to your disgust. who pushes himself off the wall and makes his way over to where you stood, how dare they touch his sweetheart?

jealous! izuku who reaches you just in time to hear the lowlife say something to you. "why don't you leave that pathetic wannabe, join a real villain like me?".

jealous! izuku who was close to pulling out a hidden knife and letting loose on this idiot until he heard you laugh, retorting back a quick "you're joking right? you're missing a brain cell or two". who smirked widely at your words - that's his good girl.

jealous! izuku who's had enough as the man still tried to convince you with words of "i can show you a good time" and "he's just a little boy, not a real villain". who watches as he moves closer to you, hand brushing your cheek as he tries to force a kiss on your lips.

jealous! izuku who's always been a quick mover, that you didn't have time to register what happened until it was too late. who savours the sound of heavy thudding on the concrete before turning to face you.

jealous! izuku who watches the way your eyes widen as you take in his blood-soaked state, his chest heaving as he calms himself down. who turns his whole body around when you mutter out a quick "izu", watching you press your legs together.

jealous! izuku who knows for a fact you're not only scared of what he's just done but painfully turned on. who, as disgusting as it sounds, loves fucking you in the aftermath of his brutality.

jealous! izuku who walks forward slowly, eyes dragging over you as he laughs. who makes sure there's blood on his hands as he reaches you, muttering out "be quiet for a moment, princess". who pins you against the wall as he cages you between his arms.

jealous! izuku who attaches his lips to your neck, tugging on the flesh as you gasp. who presses himself against you, loving the way you push yourself further against him. who finds himself losing his sanity at the way you moan out his name.

jealous! izuku who pulls away from your neck, dragging his eyes over your state as he mutters out a quick "i think i need to remind you of who you belong to". who runs his hands down your sides and grips your hips, hoisting you up as lips crash in a hungry kiss.

jealous! izuku who frees not only his cock from its confines but your cunt from yours. who wastes no time lining up his mushroom tip before sheathing himself fully inside you. who moans out at the feeling of your walls pulsating around him as he enjoys that tightness, the way you try to suck him in closer.

jealous! izuku who loves that moan of both pain and pleasure that sounds from your throat. who snaps his hips striking up a fast rythem that has you bouncing roughly against the wall, jaggered pieces no doubt digging in and leaving marks. "you feel so good around my cock baby girl" and "like it was made just for me" are just some of the things that fall from his lips.

jealous! izuku who drags you down on his cock at inhume speed. who loves the way you claw at his arms and shoulders in a bid to get him to slow down, the way your legs struggle to wrap around his waist.

jealous! izuku who groans out loudly as he thusts hard a few more times before he cums, painting your insides white. who laughs as he feels your walls pulsate around him but your beautiful euphoria never coming for you. "you're wrong if you think this is over, princess".

jealous! izuku who may or may not have learnt a thing or two from jealous! dabi when it comes to you. who pulls out of you and fixes himself up before bending down, throwing you over his shoulder. who likes to play with your dripping cunt as he walks back to his hideout, threating anyone who looks at or tries to help you.

jealous! izuku who's grip tightens when you giggle, fingers digging into the flesh on your side. "did i say you could laugh doll?". who pushes his fingers though your already sopping cunt, fingers curling up to press against that one spot that has you seeing metaphorical stars when you dare utter back "do i fucking care?".

jealous! izuku who tells you to "watch your mouth", for you to retort back "make me midoriya". who presses his thumb against your clit as he rubs it in circles, smirking at the way you grip onto his shirt.

jealous! izuku who, once he steps foot back in his hideout, takes you to the bedroom and throws you onto the bed. who quickly removes every single item of clothing from you both, he didn't need any more barriers. "you won't be able to walk after this".

jealous! izuku who wastes no time in flipping you over, one hand pushing your head into the mattress as the other gripped your hip. who leans over and places soft kisses on your shoulder before pushing into you hard, stretching you open once more.

jealous! izuku who groans at the way your walls clench around him again, who loves to drag the most sinful noises out of your throat as he uses his quirk to strengthen his thrusts. who hits against that spongy spot deep inside easier than before, thanks to the new angle.

jealous! izuku who feels his cock practically kissing your cervix, smirking as he moves a hand to your throat and picks you up, pinning you against is chest. who chuckles at your gasps as he threads his fingers into your hair and pulls, forcing you to look up at the ceiling as he restricts your movements, much to your delight.

jealous! izuku who moves the hand from your side to between your legs, pad of his thumb swiping against your clit as his fingers sink into your already full cunt. who moves his fingers in the opposite direction of his cock, never letting you catch a break as he circles your clit more. who can feel your walls pulsate around him, your body begging him to let you feel that beautiful high.

jealous! izuku who, after a few more thrusts, hears his name falling from your lips in a broken cry, walls trying desperately to milk him closer to his own high. who give you no time to rest as he quickly pulls out of you, laying down as he encourages you to sit on top of him. who groans out when you sink yourself down onto his cock again, legs shaking as you pant. who thrusts up into you before you have a chance to move.

jealous! izuku who uses his quirk again, this time using blackwhip to restrain your arms behind your back, pulling you into a beautiful arch. who chuckles darkly as you try to move without being able to steady yourself. "oh sweetheart, you know better than to let another man look at you, let alone touch you".

jealous! izuku who leans up and warps an arm around your waist, hips thrusting harshly against you once more. who can feel that you're close to your euphoria once more. who places rough kisses and bites over your glistening skin, being sure to mark you for everyone to see. "i'm going to make you forget about everyone who ever came before me".

jealous! izuku who, after a few more moments, pulls your head closer to him, who crashes his lips onto yours in a messy and desperate kiss. whose breath fans against your swollen appendages as he mutters out to you. "come undone for me doll, i want to feel you soak my cock before i fill you up".

jealous! izuku who likes to help you along by offering words of "that's my good girl", "that pretty pussy was made just for me", "i'm going to stuff you so full of my cum, everyone will see it drip and know who you belong to".

jealous! izuku who moans out as he feels you clamp around him, the squelching noises growing in loudness before you cry out again. who feels small droplets as you squirt on his thighs. who throws his head back with a groan as he cums hard, shooting out thicker ropes of his seed deep within you.

jealous! izuku who only needs a moment to recover before he changes what he likes to pin you beneath him on, going as far as to use every surface he can find to his advantage, even ones you wouldn't think would be good. who makes sure to fuck you until you can't feel your legs, struggling to stand without falling down.

jealous! izuku who promises to do this every time you dare make him jealous. sure he likes to fuck you, take his time with you on most days but on the days when things like earlier happened, you'll not be able to walk for a good day or two, if you did manage to walk, you would be with with a slight limp.

jealous! izuku who touches you at every opportunity, glares at anyone who dares look your way. he doesn't like to share at the best of times. who'll always make sure you know who holds your heart.

jealous! izuku who is really insecure! izuku. who knows that there are better guys out there for you, guys who would be able to give you a life of ease, not a life of having to hide in the shadows.

insecure! izuku who slowly accepts that regardless of his status, you'll love him regardless. it wasn't who he was in society you fell in love with, but who he was deep inside - that same timid boy who stole your heart years ago.

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[98tsuki]

kisses ⭑ class a boys x reader 518 fluff the types of kisses they give you cee says . . . because we all (i) need it

izuku — nose kisses.

giggles plague you both as his face turns a dark shade of red, forest green hues going nearly cross eyed as he waits patiently for his next one. it’s almost routine, the way he finds solace in your arms after a long day, and he finds he doesn’t mind it at all. his heart somersaults in his chest when he jolts back to another kiss palace upon his nose, and his arms squeeze around you to contain himself. he was going to die if you kept this up, though.

katsuki — cheek kisses.

let me see you, he grumbles, despite already having your face smushed between his palms. you remind him of a chipmunk like this, he notes. a chipmunk who had their ass handed to them today, so he decides not to say it out loud. the kiss does leave you in a happier mood than before, so he’ll take his victory. the sight of your smile afterwards makes it worth it.

shoto — shoulder kisses.

the lazy kind in the morning when he’s just about woken up, dragging himself into the kitchen only latch on to you from behind and nose into your shoulder. he mumbles a good morning, voice still hoarse from sleep, and smothers a faint smile against your skin when you jolt from his purposely cold lips. shoto, you groan, and he laughs.

eijirou — kisses across your knuckles.

matching rings replace promise ones replace ring pops from one terribly made confession in high school, but that ring pop was the beginning of what he considers one of the best things in his life. he looks up from where his lips meet skin and winks a tad bit too cheesy, pulling back to laugh when you hide your face out of embarrassment.

denki — last minute kisses.

oh wait! you pause in your frantic zooming around your living space, the blond pausing in his journey to your new kitchen to stumble over unpacked boxes and press a quick kiss to your lips, grinning despite the faint red dusting upon his cheeks. been meaning to do that for the longest. you snort, a grin growing upon your lips as well. we’ve been together for almost five years, denks.

hanta — neck kisses.

they’re lazy in placement, these kisses, especially when he knows he’s got a good hour or so to spend. they litter from your jaw line to your shoulder along with soft nips at your collarbone when he wants to be cheeky, but they all send a shiver down your back either way. he knows your weak points, this boy. he does.

hitoshi — temple kisses.

it’s his way of conveying his emotions in the way words simply can’t yet. damn the concept of language itself — it was so restricting with its need to make sense at the expense of feeling. he’s positive there isn’t a single word in the history of this world that could ever live up to perfectly describe the way his heart stutters when you so much as look at him the way you do. words have always been difficult for him, but he hopes his kisses say everything his heart feels.

[evesbookshop]

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞��!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ⇩⇩⇩

“𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 😋 𝐩𝐥𝐬"

𝐁𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

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𝐅𝐭: 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞

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Izuku calls you a lot. He calls you a lot when he’s in the country, he calls you while he does your laundry or while hes on patrol. He’s had you on the phone while arresting some low level thief after they’d robbed a convenience store, he got in trouble for that one. But he called a lot, so it was no surprise that he called just as much if not more while out of the country, if not more.

 So receiving calls from him was normal, receiving calls from him at one am on a wednesday while out of the country though, less normal. So while you were mostly just confused and half asleep, a part of you was worried as you pressed answer. 

“Izuku? You okay, it’s so late?” You asked groggily. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you leaned over to flick on your lamp, phone still pressed to your ear. “What’s goin on?”

“I’m okay honey, I’m sorry I didn't mean to worry you. Were you asleep?” Izuku knew full well that you were asleep. He was in India right now, a country three-ish hours behind japan. He'd done the math, he knew damn well it was one am and therefore passed you designated bedtime. But he’d been painfully hard for the last thirty minutes and his hand hadn’t gotten him anywhere, he needed you. Or at least your voice.

“No it’s okay, what's up?” You continued to question him, you really didn’t mind that’d he'd called it was just odd for him to do so this late.

“I- uh- I just missed your voice” Not a full lie. “Was just hoping to talk, hear about your day?” It was a lame excuse for a man calling at one am but he wasn’t willing to admit why he really called yet.

“Oh okay, sure.” You were a tad suspicious, but Izuku called, it was what he did. “Um probably wasn’t as exciting as yours but uh let's see. Went shopping, for groceries not myself. You’d be surprised how much cheaper it is when I’m not feeding a human vacuum.” You began rambling on about your day. Going through what you did, how you couldn't find certain items, how you couldn’t reach certain shelves without him 

Usually the sentiments would be nice, he’d laugh at your struggles or coo at how you needed him. Right now he was wrapping his hand around his base while imagining your voice saying other things. The way you sounded the last time he’d been inside you.

‘Right there Izuku’  “You feel so good”   “Harder Zu”   “Faster”   “Fuck Zu”  “Izuku, Izuku”

And paired with your voice in the background, even if you were currently talking about how you didn't know what color to paint your nails at the salon today, was all the more helpful. Ia Clearly.

“Nngh, fuck” A moan managed to escape his lips as his pace had gotten faster.

“Izuku?” You stopped mid sentence, having heard his slip up.A noise you were all too familiar with echoing through the speaker of your phone. “Are you..?”

“Yes, yeah. I’m sorry honey, I’m so sorry i just fuck-” Izuku was burning with embarrassment but honest none of that mattered right now.  “Just missed you so much and I couldn’t help myself. Tried to do it alone but I just couldn’t” He explained pathetically. Letting go of his throbbing cock and throwing his head back into his pillow with a huff.  

“Oh Zu..” You sighed slightly amused, “why didn't you say anything, I woulda helped you out.”

“I-I don’t know just please?” Izuku pleaded without remorse, he was aching for you and if you were offering he certainly wasn’t one to deny.You grinned lazily to yourself, despite his very clear distress it was flattering to know your boyfriend couldn’t come without you. 

“I got you , I got you.” You spoke softly into the the speaker, “Tell me what you were thinkin about before you called.” 

“The way you sounded.” He said simply, hand coming back to his dick, “ From before i left, how you were u-underneathe me.”

“Oh i remember,” it was an ongoing tradition to go at it like dogs in heat before he went on long missions. He’d had you in every position you could think of that night, on your back was where he finished though. He liked being able to watch your face. “Mmm that was so good. The way you had my leg on your shoulder, swear I could feel you in my stomach. Tats what you’re thinkin about, hmm?”

“Mm yeah” He moaned softly into the phone, “wasn’t enough though I couldn't”. You hummed in faux contemplation into the speaker 

“Well that just won't do, will it baby?” His sounds of affirmation rang through loud and clear, “That's right. So just listen to me then. I know you already started so just slow down for me.” Izuku groaned softly but did as told, sure to voice his complaint.

“Please don’t tease, honey.” Voice tight with arousal as his fist moved slowly up and down his length.

“I’m not, promise. You remember how I do it, don't you. I always start slow, do it how I would.” 

At that he sighs, imagining it’s your hand instead of his. Stroking at the tempo you would, thumb swiping over his tip gently the way your smaller one would. In a way that had him shuddering with a moan of your name.

“There we go, feels good when you imagine it’s me hm?”

“Yes, feels-feels so fucking good, Sweetheart.” Izuku’s voice took on a rasp it didn’t usually hold.

“I know, cause it’s what I do when I miss you.” His ears perked at that slight, you imagined him? Izuku moaned at the thought, at the metal image of you moaning his name as you touched yourself.

“You do?”

“Every single time, your hands are so much bigger than mine though, don’t feel as full.” He let out a loud groan and call of your name.

“Shitt baby, i need more.” Izuku begged lightly, aching to come.

“Speed up for me then, Zu. You know how I do it. Massage your balls with your other hand, the way we both know you like.”  He nodded dumbly like you could see him. Other hand reaching down to cup his manhood, fondling them as he rubbed is length at a rapid pace. Doing both the way you would the days he'd come home pent up but too tired to do anything. Groaning and moaning your name as he did so. Abs tightening as he could feel his orgasm beginning to approach. “You’re doing so good for me Izuku, being such a good boy.”

“Oh fuck” his eyes screwed shut as the grip he had on his member tightened, “ ‘M gonna come for you, Sweetheart. Please, let me- fuck!”

“Go ahead, baby. Make a mess for me, you deserve it. Did so good not come for me Zu.” And he did. Izuku balls clenched as he grit his teeth in an attempt to muffle the long moan he let out as he came. Cock twitching in his hands as he pumped it raw, finishing all over his stomach and chest. Riding his high out until it hurt to keep going. Letting his already softening dick lay against his pelvis.

“Oh thank you, honey. Thank you, thank you.” He mumbled dazed and out of breathe. 

“You're welcome, Izuku.” you smiled drowsy. Placing the phone on speaker and on your nightstand to charge. “Now go to bed. I’ll stay on the phone. “

“Okay,” He murmured. Grabbing a tissue to wipe himself clean half hazrdly before tucking himself back into his briefs and rolling ono his stomach. Placinghis phone on the pillow beside him. “Night Sweetheart. Love you”

“Night, Izuku. I love you too.”

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𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 ❤︎︎

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰 ❣︎

[rosy-hollow]

Having the Number One pro hero as your boyfriend is not easy.

Especially when you're a pro hero yourself.

And especially when your relationship is supposed to be a secret.

And even more especially when your boyfriend needs to be around you every second of every day like his life depends on it.

Izuku's a sweet man, he always has been and always will be. But sweet isn't even close to the word someone could use to describe how he treated you. In fact, even infatuated wouldn't be sufficient.

But Izuku's love has a price. He knows you can damn well defend yourself (trust me, he probably knows best after you almost stabbed him by accident when he came home in the middle of the night with no warning)—but still, he worries.

Which is why, much to his chagrin more than your own, you kept your relationship hidden from the public.

But like I said, Izuku's love for you is a force stronger than One for All itself.

So you can imagine this 'secret relationship' thing didn't really work out..

It was after a mission, a big operation in the city - the heroes had won but barely.

You were all exhausted.

And your boyfriend Pro Hero Deku more than most.

You were talking with a reporter, trying to reassure the civilians that everything was now resolved, when Izuku stumbles over and just starts peppering your face with kisses tiredly, the battle taking so much out of him that he forgets where he is.

he just wants his baby :(

All you can really do is stand there and take it, face bright red as a stunned cameraman and civilians start snapping photos and taking videos of the affectionate pro hero.

...Good thing you can defend yourself.

A/N: Deku's not one of my favs heh but he's such a sweetheart we need more loverboys in the world 😔

[noyasmashing]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[samulogy]

➵ 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 !

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ about ! skip the foreplay and get straight to fucking. or you’re just too needy for him so you take matters into your own hands.

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ warnings ! minors, blank and ageless blogs please do not interact. 18+ content, obviously. f!reader, slight exhibitionism, riding, slight breath play, semi-public sex, quirk usage, creampie, sex as a coping mechanism or distraction, riding, n oral fixation.

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ characters ! (canon timeskip) midoriya izuku, amajiki tamaki, takami keigo

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ divine agnes ! just my thoughts before i go to bed, xoxo.

MIDORIYA IZUKU ‪‪❤︎‬ riding him during a zoom meeting. slight exhibitionism, riding, slight breath play.

“y/n,” he whispered, his voice strained. “we can’t— not now…”

of all the times you had to be stubborn, it just had to be when he’s in a meeting with the rest of the ua staff. he couldn’t even dwell long enough in his thoughts because you were already freeing him from his pants, your hand wrapping around him and stroking him slowly. the warmth of your hands, accompanied by the cold lubricant, made him let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against the chair as you aligned yourself on him.

“we have to be quiet,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his ear as you sink down onto him, taking him in completely. god, his tip could barely fit—but once you get past that, it’s all pleasure, not struggle.

izuku’s hands held your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to stifle a groan. you bit your lip, your own breath hitching as you began to move, your hips rocking slowly against his. you could feel him trembling beneath you, his body tense as he fought to stay quiet.

on the screen, the meeting continued, the voices of his colleagues filling the room. for all it’s worth, izuku leaned in and told you, “hold your breath, doll.”

unconsciously, you did—

“yes, i do agree, principal nezu. i’ll look forward to that when classes return this monday.”

your hands braced against his shoulder—moments faltering for a second—but you continued when you heard izuku turn off his mic with a click! your own breathing was ragged as izuku picked up your pace for you, his strong hands guiding you up and down and up and down on his dick. the change of pace cleared all coherent thoughts that you were thinking of.

and the thought of getting caught really sounded . . .

“‘zuku— uhn! F- fuck, wait..!”

he tutted softly. “you’re not in the position to make requests, doll. you wanted this, no?” he smiled, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“then you’ll have to take everything i give you while I’m still in my meeting.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI ❤︎‬ quickie during an important dinner. semi-public sex, quirk usage, creampie.

you’re about to collapse at this point. “tama— hah..! too much, too much,” you panted in his ear.

“you have to b-be quiet, hon,” tamaki tells you, though you could barely reply anything when one of his tentacle appendages suddenly occupied your mouth to keep the noise down. “fuck,” he whined quietly, head resting on your shoulder as he had you resting on the counter, his hips at the fastest pace he could muster. “h-have to be quick, or else someone might walk in, r-right?”

that, or those in your table might wonder where you two have gone.

you could only nod, helpless and pliant under your husband’s mercy.

“‘m close,” he tells you, “inside, hon?”

he has the courtesy to ask as if he wasn’t already planning to. it’s the thought that counts, maybe.

“h—nggh! tama,” you whine, all protests on your tongue are swallowed by him, the tentacle appendage replaced by tamaki’s tongue—tasting you as if he’s been starved for years.

“so—“ kiss “—fucking—“ kiss “—amazing, hon,” he pants in between kisses, feeling you clench around his dick just pushed tamaki over the edge—his hot spurts of cum filling your womb in a way that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

it was also an important thing to note that when tamaki comes, it’s a lot even if it comes in intervals. It’s a lot and hot against your fluttering walls. it’s ok, you were his to take anyway.

TAKAMI KEIGO ❤︎‬ sex as a coping mechanism or distraction, riding, oral fixation.

“dove,” he pants, “wait a moment— mmph!”

the moment keigo stepped inside, he didn’t have any grace period before your lips were on his. hands gripping his jacket, pulling him close. you had him pressed against the door, your body warm, your breath shaky against his mouth as you kissed him with need.

need to cope to not take another huff of another cigarette. he remembers now how he jokingly said that for every time you felt like smoking, you could kiss him instead.

keigo didn’t necessarily mean to kiss him ‘til he’s lightheaded—‘til he was sitting on the couch, you straddling him. you didn’t even wait before you were already sinking down into his cock, taking all the breath he has left as you kissed him again, your tongues intertwining just right that it had your nails digging at his shoulders.

quite frankly, keigo didn’t really mind.

“dove—fuck, don’t hurt yourself,” he murmurs, thrusting up to meet your pace. “shit, ‘m exhausted, you know this,” he tuts softly, earning a pitiful whine from you. “but i guess you can’t help it, yeah?”

you can’t even reply. not when keigo had you sucking on two of his digits, anything to keep your mouth occupied as he fucks into you. it doesn’t even take long for you to cum when one hand’s in your mouth and the other toying with your clit.

“atta girl,” he chuckled. “i guess we’re going to have to fill your mouth, too, huh? alright, alright, you win.”

[seumyo]

Haiiii!!! Could you perhaps do a smau where izuku a hugeeee crush on reader who’s older than him (not old enough for it to be morally reprehensible but old enough that his friends DEFINITELY make fun of him for it) and reader likes to casually call him “silly boy” or things like that and it just makes him DIE (feel free to delete/ignore this if it’s not your cup of tea btw!!!! Totally understandable if you’re not comfy with it 🫶)

MIDORIYA IZUKU ✰ CRUSHING ON SOMEONE OLDER

NOTE. They have a 2-year age gap, yet the reader doesn’t see him in that way and just enjoys teasing her underclassman. I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you exactly wanted, nonnie! TT

MIDORIYA POV:

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[jello-chennie]

✧ Izuku, as quiet, bashful, and nerdy as he is, is a total closet perv.

✧ genre/tw smut ⚠︎

✧ w/c 569

When the almost unbelievably pretty foreign transfer student makes an entrance on her first day in 1A, Izuku’s stomach was set afire by the downy wings of butterflies running amok inside him.  But when you turn around to write your name on the board at Aizawa’s behest, Izuku can’t help himself when his eyes start to wonder across the shape of you—when you turn back around, Midoriya is almost hypnotised by your pretty eyes and charmingly kind smile, and those butterflies quickly turn into extra blood that sit heavy in his balls. 

Midoriya isn’t able to get up to join his friends at the lunch table that day.

He thought he already had it bad before, but discovered new parts of himself after your arrival.  

Izuku who desperately tries to eavesdrop on conversations you have with the many people who hurry to try to introduce themselves to you, totally not in an effort to overhear you giving out your instagram handle.  And Izuku definitely didn’t blow through an entire box of tissues in the one night alone.  And of course he wasn’t dying of shame while having a conversation with his mother on the phone about the sudden wave of bulk pack tissue box purchases on their Amazon account.  It’s totally just a cold he caught.

He almost feels a little pathetic at the fact that there are only sweet and appropriate photos on your social media pages, but that’s more than enough for him���for a short while.  The more time he spent around you in class, the more he craved you.  He eventually found himself on some very specific porn sites in an effort to find an actress that even remotely resembled you.  That seemed to make the issue worse, as he then started to have some very vivid dreams of you with little left to the imagination, thanks to his helpful visual aids.

He tells his friends that he’s just been adding in extra workouts in the morning when they ask why he does his laundry so frequently these days.

And when the two of you become partners for a training course one day, Midoriya is enthralled by your personality and your quirk.  He immediately starts analysing it all, but quickly needs to run to the onsite restroom when he starts trying to estimate the size of your tits. In the small port-a-potty, he imagines himself taking the measurements with his palms.  Once he finishes and takes a moment to breathe, he cringes as he thinks in retrospect of himself from a few moments earlier:  Izuku had one hand held in the air, palming around nothing, as he fucked into the other one. This time he really thinks himself pathetic.

When you become closer as friends, beginning to spend time casually together in each other’s bedrooms, he smiles innocently in your face, while a stolen pair of panties sit snug in his pocket.  He also pretends to be deeply invested in his economics textbook when he overhears you complaining about constantly needing to go underwear shopping a few months later.

Eventually, you fall for his boyish charms, and the two of you begin to spend time together as a couple.  And in the most unsmooth way possible, he acts shocked and pretends to know nothing when you find a familiar long lost pair of pink panties hidden amongst his things.

[quitesins]

Deku’s Type!

Masterlist

Tags: 18+, Sfw-ish, short drabble, fem!reader, aged up! characters, teacher! Deku, kinda vulgar and fucky, im gonna tag misogyny, reader is said to be “fucked in the head” whatever you want that to mean ^0^!

The boys gather round for drinks and discuss the type of women Deku seems to be fond of, much to his dismay…

“Sounds like Deku’s type,” Katsuki says, smirk in his voice.

Izuku frowns. “I do not have a type.”

Now that makes the table still for a second, not long enough for Izuku to predict the thoughts of his friends, but enough for the rest of the guys to come to the same conclusion.

Katsuki, Denki and Sero are the first to burst out in laughter. Katsuki’s cackle the loudest of them all.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Katsuki laughs so hard he doesn’t even care that Denki is half laid over him, “You don’t see that shit?”

“Come on…” Denki says, still slapping Katsuki’s thigh as he laughs, “you have such a type!”

Izuku frowns, sterner, deciding to ignore the immature three and turning to his other friends for support. Both Iida and Shouto look away, their expressions telling.

“I do not have a type,” Izuku reiterates, firmly.

Katsuki shakes his head, finally shoving Denki off him. “All those girls you’ve dated? Exact fuckin’ same.”

Even Tokoyami turns his head, eyes never leaving his drink but twinkling with an unfamiliar mirth.

“What does that even mean?!” Izuku exasperates, looking around for a single ally.

“It means,” Mineta chimes in, and although Izuku enjoys his company, he already knows he’s about to hear something deplorable, “you like them sick in the head!”

Shouto can’t hold in his sputter, finally contributing to the conversation— with a laugh. The rest of the table is hooting, a few groans at the wording but nothing at the sentiment. All while Izuku looks absolutely scandalised, clutching his chest, eyes wide open.

“That’s horrible!” Izuku cries, so stunned he can’t even trail off into one of his signature rambles in defence, “that’s- that’s. What?!”

“All the girls you’ve liked man…” Sero starts, “they’re not exactly little miss sunshines are they.” He stops, which Izuku almost takes reprieve in until he continues, “you seem to like them a little off putting.”

“Yeah so he can fucking fix them,” Katsuki snorts.

“It’s your saviour complex,” Denki adds, chin tilted up, trying to look profound.

Izuku is quick to interject, waving his hands around. “You’re the pro heroes.” The poor boy tries his best to convince. “We all have saviour complexes!”

“Not like you do, mon chéri,” Aoyama tuts, then winks before saying, “Hero of Japan.”

“Izuku, They do still call you an honorary pro.” Shouto is trying to be nice, Izuku thinks. “And I’m sure your students think the same.”

Izuku grimaces, he knows he’s always had a complex that encompassed so much more than just his dreams to be a hero, but he doesn’t need it sullied by… that.

“Don’t ruminate.” Katsuki presses a drink into Izuku’s hands. “You like women a little fucked up, so what.”

Katsuki’s words do nothing to comfort Izuku, instead it has Denki and Mineta laughing all over again while Kirishima attempts to calm them down. Iida scolds Katsuki a little, doing a half bow in apology to the passing waiter clearly peeved by all the noise. Deku pays no attention, beginning to spiral in his head.

It feels wrong to view the women of his past that way. To view you that way. But he’s not an idiot, maybe a little blind at times but now that the proof is there— oh god—

“Listen, Midoriya, I am sure there are many reasons you have loved the women you have.” Iida notices the growing dread upon Izuku’s face. “You also like to save people. There is nothing wrong with that.”

Tokoyami and Shouji nod in agreement, Ojiro giving his own sympathetic smile.

“Yeah bro.” Kirishima raises a fist in camaraderie, though it’s definitely out of pity. “It’s manly to take care of others!”

“Think he does more than care for ‘em,” Katsuki slickly adds, in an artful voice that Izuku is more than familiar with, “the fucker gets off on that shit.”

This time, it’s Shouto who scolds him, Katsuki’s implications clear enough for even him to catch on. They rest of the guys begin to bicker in the background, one half in defence of Izuku’s less than innocent tastes in women, the other intent on making fun of the golden boy for once.

Though the attention is finally off him, it does not help Izuku feel any better.

Because there’s a thought that lingers… it’s a sick thought, a terrible, horrible, awfully honest thought.

Shit, he does like them a bit fucked up.

My truth is i still don’t know how to punctuate dialogue… pleek don’t look and none of dat…

Anyways I kind of wanna elaborate on Deku’s hero complex coming out in other ways in the 8 years of studying and becoming a teacher, like someone has to deal with it…

[angelshimaa]

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ;; 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 (pt. 2)

⤷ feat. midoriya & todoroki <3

✧ cw :: gn!reader, fluff, izuku calls you 'sweetheart' + 'angel', shoto calls you 'love'

✧ a/n :: I love these ones personally ^^ a quick feed bc i'm starting exams !

pt 1.

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 watches you walk in holding a huge bouquet of flowers, your wide smile covered a little by them. you're struggling a little, but it only encourages a giggle to bubble out of you.

“and these?” izuku laughs, walking over to help you carry them.

as best as you can, you outstretch them to him. “for you, izu!” your laughter prompts his laughter— neither of you understand what's really so funny, but you simmer into the cheerful mood with him.

“you didn't have to, sweetheart,” he tries to get a hold of the bundle of stems, which only has some petals brushing up against his lower face and incites another round of light giggles. “i didn't know they made them this big!”

“as big as my love for you, izu,” you muse, watching the beauty in the colour his refreshed laughter brings to his freckled cheeks. “i won't lie, maybe even bigger—��

izuku twists the bouquet to the side enough to press a kiss to your face. “thank you angel. do we have a vase for these?”

you look at the huge bouquet, laughing once more. “...does anyone have a vase for these?”

“...we can go get one?”

deku smiles once more when he watches your eyes glimmer. “i'll grab the car keys.”

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 holds onto the beautiful flowers you bought, his fingers delicately wrapped around the stems as if he fully expects you to just take them back, tell him you were only joking. he hasn't gone out on many dates with you before, but he's pretty sure he’s the one meant to give you flowers.

“...for me?”

you giggle at your boyfriend. “yes, shoto, for you. do you like them?”

his pretty eyes glance down at the delicate petals and the complimentary colours bring a soft smile to his face— your thoughtfulness makes his heart so warm and he can't believe just how good you are to him.

shoto kisses your temple, his soft lips pressing against your skin. he's so close, and the faint smell of his cologne lingers on him— he's so attractive. “yes, my love. thank you.”

your smile sparkles, more vibrant than his flowers. “you’re welcome, baby— when should I get ready for dinner?”

shoto sets his flowers aside before looking you up and down slowly— only heaven knows why you're so pretty. “you could go like that and you'd still light up the room.”

you smile wider at him, draping your arms around his neck. infatuation sinks into you, sending you loopy as you share tender smiles. “flattery will get you everywhere, mr todoroki.”

his slender fingers hold onto your hips and he gives you a sweet, chaste kiss on the lips.

“i just need it to keep me with you.”

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[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ heaven ~ i. midoriya

sum: after years of not seeing him, he finally shows up, asked to join the agency you work at. you remembered him, but did remember you?

pairing: pro hero! Izuku midoriya x female pro hero! reader

content: 18+ - mdni. p in v, slight teasing, dirty talk, marking, multiple/implied multiple orgasms, fingering, reader gets called princess/baby/good girl, general NSFW content, aftercare.

a/n: slight spoiler ahead - set in an au where the end events of the manga didn’t happen, where izuku doesn’t lose one for all, still finishes u.a and is currently the world's number one pro. this has been rotting in my drafts for a while, but i didn’t have a chance to edit it. as always, likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1.9k

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

Looking around the semi-crowded street, you let a soft hum of annoyance pass your lips as you continued forward. Due to there being hardly any criminals for the past few days now, you had found yourself, yet again, on patrol on a slow day. Not only were you patrolling, but you also caught glimpses of three other pro heroes who were in the area, looking as bored as you were.

A sudden chime in your ear made you stop as you looked at the other heroes, noticing they were still patrolling and talking to citizens. How odd. Lifting your finger, you tapped on the device and placed your free hand on your hip as you continued to scan the area out of habit. "What’s up?".

"(h/n), can you come back to the office? We have someone coming and we want our best hero here when they arrive". Furrowing your brows, you glanced in the direction of the voice, opening your mouth to question the communication when they spoke again, seemingly reading your mind.

"And yes, it's been cleared. We've heard it's another slow day, so there's no need for you all to be out there".

Letting out a hum, you turned on your heel and began to make your way back to the agency you were working at. "Sure you're not trying to butter me up there? I'll be there in ten".

Walking through the doors, you stretched and sighed softly, the cool air of the air con lapping against your skin felt refreshing. You had a few spare moments before heading to the meeting room, so you opted to grab a drink, making your way to the meeting room not long after.

Opening the door with a click, you noticed quite a few of the other heroes you worked alongside already there. A sea of murmurs greeted you as you greeted them back, taking your place at the side while you all waited for whoever they had made you come back for.

Up front, you saw the owner of the agency standing there with another figure by their side, most likely their assistant, who called you back. "Ahh, (h/n), now that you're here, I can introduce you to the newest hero to join us~". Your boss lifted a hand and motioned to the door as eyes followed, looking at the door that was clicking open again.

Green was the only colour you could focus on as your eyes widened. You had to be seeing things, this couldn't be real, right? You had to be in some sort of dream. Yeah, that's right, a stupid dream. You and the rest of your classmates thought he'd disappeared, seemingly moving away to the other end of the country or beyond.

No one had heard from him in years. Yet there he was, walking past you as everyone followed with their gaze. "~The number one pro hero, Deku". A confident wave and bright smile replaced the once timid and shy movements of the young boy you remembered.

As you tried to wrap your head around what you had just seen, a group began to form around the hero with words of excitement buzzing in the air. By the time you had managed to somewhat comprehend things, the group had disappeared, giving you the perfect time to go over and say hello to an old friend. Would he recognise you? You'd doubted it, but it didn’t hurt to see. "Well, if it isn't Izuku Midoriya in the flesh".

The sudden intrusion of your words, and the fact that his name had been used, seemed to take him by surprise as he took a closer look at your face. It took him a moment longer than usual to put the pieces together, but he got there, eyes widening as you smiled brightly at him. "(y/n)? Is that you?".

Ever since that day when you had both been reunited, the two of you had been virtually inseparable. Spending more time together, be that on missions or in general, had resulted in the two of you becoming close again. Closer than what you both had been before.

Then came the rumours that surrounded you both, some sweet and innocent and others downright dirty. Of course, the latter made Midoriya blush. He couldn't imagine people saying those things, and yet there they were, plain as day. You were nothing more than a friend to him.

Sure, it had been a good few years since he last saw you and the rest of your friends, but he couldn't deny it even if he tried; you had become a beautiful young woman. Foreign feelings stirred deep inside of him, feelings that caused his body and mind to react in ways he hadn’t had since he was a teen. Sure, he'd had partners, but none of them fired him up the way you did.

Feelings he thought he had buried were starting to resurface all over again. Starting to increase each time he was with you until he couldn't handle them any more, the way he felt became too much to bear. Doing the only thing he could think of at that time, acting on how he felt around you, something he should have done back when you were both younger.

Everything seemed to move in a bit of a blur. One minute, you were sitting on the couch in Midoriya's house with him, TV on in the background as you both sat talking about various things. The next minute, you were on your back, pinned to the cushions as you both shared a hot kiss. The feelings that poured out between you both during that kiss had been pent up for some time.

A dark blush covered his face as he pulled back, trying to catch his breath, frame hovering over your panting form. "I-I can't take it anymore, (y/n), I-I need to do s-something~".

In what felt like mere seconds to you, articles of clothing had been scattered all over the floor before thick digits thrusted into your wet cunt, walls stretching deliciously making you whine out at the burning desire you felt again. "Hah, Izuku, p-please. I need you".

His fingers disappeared, causing you to whine out from the sudden emptiness before his stout cock began to press deep within you. Pressing past the ring of resistance, as desperate moans sounded. The overwhelming feeling of Midoriya stretching you made your back arch, hips wriggling as he buried himself deep inside. The pro hero took a moment to savour the feeling of your walls pulsating tightly around his cock, your needy cunt desperately trying to keep him there.

“Shit, you’re gripping me so good princess. Like that pretty pussy was made for me”. Those words alone had you moaning out, hands grabbing any part of him you could. You had to keep yourself sane.

With the slow pull back of his hips, you gasped slightly as the emptying feeling until you felt him thrust hard back into you. You swear if your eyes could roll any further back than they were already, they would. Bringing your legs up, you wrapped them around his waist, ankles locking behind his back as you pulled him closer to you. Your fingers dug into his forearms, nails leaving crescent moon marks as you tried to ground yourself.

Green eyes glanced at the fucked out look on your face, before dragging down your body, watching the way your tits jiggled with each desperate thrust. Watching the way your body bounced in time with his movements, the small sheen starting to cover your body. He was eager to show you how much he needed and wanted you, even after all these years. "F-Fuck, why did I wait this long to get in this cunt of yours?".

The words caught you off guard as a loud mewl slipped past your lips, hands flying to his back before you dragged your nails down, red marks being left against pale skin as you arched further into his body.

You could feel that knot in the pit of your gut tighten, and you knew, knew it wouldn’t be too long before you were crying out from the pleasure. You could already hear how wet you were, messy sloshing noises only added to the way you were feeling. "Izu, fuck, I-I'm gonna~".

His rough thrusts never ceased as he reached between you both, pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as his fingers pressed against the small bump he was creating inside you. “Come on, baby, let go for me, want to feel you all over”.

All it took was a few more harsh thrusts to have you lose your sanity, to have your back arch beautifully as you gasped out. Broken cry of Midoriya’s name sounded from your throat as your vision blurred. You were almost sure you felt some of your slick squirt out, no doubt coating not only his cock and thighs, but the sofa beneath you.

The overwhelming feeling of feeling full took over your now overly sensitive cunt, breathy moans sounding louder. “That’s a good girl, but I'm far from done, princess".

Before long, you’d lost all sense of time as you continued to be fucked senseless by the man above you.

Your legs were numb, your clit and cunt were overly stimulated and your body began to grow tired. Despite that, you felt another wave of euphoria nearing, gripping Midoriya's arm as you anchored yourself, a strangled sob left your throat as tears slipped from your eyes. Your nails were sure to leave more marks, marks that would no doubt bleed, not that the pro seemed to mind.

Deep moans sounded from above you as you turned your watery, glassy stare to the man responsible for the state you were in. You could tell he was close as his thrusts became sloppy, desperately rutting into you as he chanced his own euphoria. After a few more sloppy thrusts, Midoriya let out a guttural moan, hips stalling as he filled your cunt with his cum. “F-Fuck, that’s it (y/n), take it all. Going to fill you so full you’ll be dripping me for days”. The hot fluid seeping deep within you as sparks of his quirk flashed around you both.

Lifting your arm, you brought a hand up to his face and cupped it, guiding him down to your lips as you held him close. You took a moment to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, humming softly as you mumbled against the skin. “I love you, Izuku”.

The words took him by surprise, green eyes widening as they looked down at you, face still flushed as hair clung to you, offering his own sweet smile a moment after. “I know you do, and I love you too, (y/n)”.

Wrapping his arms around you as best he could, he pulled his cock out of you. A moan of loss sounded from you before you felt yourself being moved, held close against his chest as he carried your sore body to the bathroom, helping clean you up once you were settled in the hot water.

A thumb rubbed the small of your back in a comforting manner. No words needed to be spoken, but at that point, you both knew what you were to each other. The feelings you both held were finally shared for the other to feel.

Although you had both been caught up in the throes of pleasure a few minutes ago, nothing could have prepared you for the words that were uttered next.

"Next time, I’ll show you that blackwhip is good for something other than restraining villains".

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[nemisuki]

𐔌✧.* ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ೀ⋆ || Falling for your dense classmate is a challenge, especially when trying to confess ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

. ♬ ݁˖ || inspo song : spotify version & yt version ᯓ★

ᝰ.ᐟ || izuku midoriya x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, words of affirmation, 1.7k word count •°. *࿐

It didn't take long for y/n to realize what she felt for Izuku far surpassed the typical feelings you would have for a dear classmate.

This sentiment only seems to marinate after many months of admiring from a safe distance — behind the term 'friend' — attempting to disregard the attraction that increases day by day.

Regardless of how much she tried to hide it, at times, her infatuation appeared to control her like a puppet, making words exit her mouth before her mind could catch up.

"Deku, I don't understand this one..."

It's a blatant lie, only wanting to catch his attention, and it seems to work.

His head perks up in an instant, gaze softening slightly as he leans closer, taking a peek at her notebook — filled with erase markings and scribbles — not one ounce of judgement in his gentle look.

"Hm? If you don't mind, I can help! Let me have a look..."

Her heart quickens, fingers clenching on her pencil as she tries to stay still, focused on quieting her racing pulse, growing afraid he might hear it.

The boy becomes so immersed in explaining the equation step-by-step that he doesn't even realize just how close he's gotten; considering she can now count every pretty freckle and scar.

He gently smiles, turning to look at her.

"Do you get it now?"

Her whole body feels like it's on fire, every nerve and muscle yearning to close the distance, urging herself to melt in the arms of the precious ambiance that is Izuku Midoriya.

Yet he never seemed to grasp this concept himself, always preoccupied with strict training regimens and study sessions, mentally distanced from the notion of romance.

So some days she grows bolder than others; giving him little hints to test the waters, subtle indications about the burning affection within her.

"Deku! I um— got you this... I hope you don't have it already. I saw it in the store and well—"

His face visibly lights up, scrambling up from his seat to approach her, receiving the small gift like a lively child on christmas day.

"Uwahhhh! This is the magazine with all mights latest interviews! I can't believe you managed to get a copy before it sold out! Even Kacchan couldn't get one!"

Izuku is already flipping through the pages, his awe filled gaze zeroing in on each sentence, gushing over every little thing that his mentor responded with.

Despite knowing All Might personally, it seems he'll always be a fan boy at heart; the thought makes her smile back with hidden admiration.

The way his eyes glistened with joy always had her in a trance, hence she couldn't pass up pre-ordering the item — when she saw it on a instagram post he liked — y/n just couldn't resist.

She smiles.

"I guess I got lucky, huh?"

He eagerly nods.

"Mhm! You're like a good luck charm y/n!"

She's visibly taken back, the words getting stuck in her throat, slight goosebumps peppering her skin — despite no breeze being present — unable to comprehend his random declaration.

"E-Eh?!"

He takes a few steps forward, his head still in the clouds, holding the magazine closer to his chest with pure joy.

"I mean it! It seems like whenever you're around me, good things happen!"

She shyly averts her gaze in an attempt to ignore how close he is, how close she is to just erasing the gap between them all together, wanting nothing more than to hear his endless rambles and praise.

Praise that seemed to easily leave his lips, maybe too easy, after all, she seems to be stuck in that category of 'just friends'.

A label she'd like to change for something more intimate.

"You... really think so?"

"Of course I do!"

Being friends with Izuku Midoriya makes a person question if the world is truly as cruel as they say, because the boy in front of her counters all of that.

The true embodiment of a kind soul; disguised as a mere high school student.

So she shouldn't be shocked when his popularity sky-rockets during their last year in UA, fangirls approaching him whenever given an open opportunity, leaving the boy a stuttering mess as he nervously fidgets around.

It irked her more than it should've but nonetheless, she was grateful, considering it ignited an ambitious drive inside her heart, urging her to seek him out.

Leading them to this very moment, the duo standing in front of the cherry blossom tree on campus, a cliché yet beautiful scenery of falling pink petals under the warm sun.

The curious green-haired boy looking right at her.

"So what did you want to talk about y/n?"

She gulps.

All her confidence suddenly vanishes into thin air as he tilts his head, mindlessly smiling at her, despite not knowing she's on the verge of overheating right then and there.

"Well... I have something important to tell you, if you don't mind."

He immediately nods along.

"Ah—! Okay then, I'm all ears!"

She bites the inside of her cheek, attempting to ignore her sweaty palms; embarrassingly becoming a complete bundle of nerves, right in front of the boy she's been crushing on.

A boy who she knows will treat her the same, with everlasting kindness, regardless of the outcome.

"We've known each other for quite some time and... I think you're really amazing deku... you probably don't know this but you've inspired me more to become a great hero. And if you'd let me, I-I'd want to stay by your side til then because I—"

Regardless of the forming butterflies in her stomach, y/n clenches her fist, the last remaining amount of courage fueling her drive to meet his gaze, her whole body heated with emotions.

He looks at her, a bit caught off guard, clearly not expecting the conversation to go like this, his expression completely unreadable — for once — only prolonging her anxious thoughts and hesitance.

The breeze feels cool against her skin, reminding her that it's either now or never, unable to continue hiding her feelings for the cheerful classmate any longer.

So with a deep breath, she speaks with conviction, holding firm eye contact.

"I-I really do love you Izuku!"

He's visibly taken back, eyes widening at her confession, frozen stiff for a few seconds as if contemplating their whole relationship — all the memories and laughs they've shared — to eventually relax with an oddly calm gaze and warm smile.

His cheeks barely dusted with a light pink.

"Oh— I love you too y/n! You're an amazing friend as well!"

Silence.

The girl could only stare at him with disbelief, she had almost forgotten how dense he is, despite being one of the smartest students in their class; if there's a subject Izuku Midoriya isn't too bright on — it's romance.

She saw the way he short circuits whenever a fangirl even so much as compliments him.

Which means she has to be even more clear with both him and herself.

Well, they say the second time's a charm...

"N-no that's not... I meant— agh! Izuku! What I meant to say was that— I'm in love with you!"

He blinks a few times, like his mind is unable to comprehend her statement.

Then realization seems to hit him like a brick, she could tell by his blush intensifying from a soft pink to a bright red, multiple shades deeper compared to the cherry petals falling around them.

His arms flail around as he stammers uncontrollably.

"W-what?! You're in l-l-love with me?! But why— s-since when?!"

Now it's her turn to be flustered, shyly holding her cheeks to feel the burning sensation beneath her finger tips.

"For a while now..."

"Eh?! Are you sure?! M-Maybe you're just—"

He doesn't finish his sentence, quickly shutting himself up at the sight of her condition — equally as bashful and fidgety — mirroring his own physical state.

His eyes light up at the picture perfect image, her hair flowing in the wind, petals raining down like a scene out of a cheesy rom-com, sun beaming a little too brightly to highlight the glossy look in her gaze.

It was as if the breath got sucked right out of him, unable to avert his eyes elsewhere, she was just that breathtaking.

And it was right there, where Izuku Midoriya realized that maybe... just maybe... his best friend truly has fallen in love with him.

Yet he couldn't make sense of why; how in the world he got the attention of such a beautiful girl.

Previous insecurities resurfacing to question if her feelings for him weren't just a miscalculation on her part, perhaps mistaken for something more than mere friendship but...

Izuku Midoriya may be dense, altho, not a complete fool.

The intense look in her eyes, holding more than a thousand words, gave him reassurance that she, in fact, meant what she said.

Only making him more shy as she awaits his response.

He softly mumbles.

"U-Um... then how about we go out to an arcade this weekend... just us two... uh-! I mean we don't h-have to if you don't want to I—"

Her eyes lit up at his invitation, and she suddenly couldn't resist — as if her body just moved on its own — stepping closer to peck an innocent kiss on his cheek, motivated by nothing other than pure joy.

Many months of pent up infatuation finally taking its course.

"Ah really?! I'd love to!"

He freezes.

And after a few moments, she immediately jerks back, realizing just how bold she was with that one action alone, feeling flushed at her own cheekiness.

"Oh— I'm so sorry Izuku! I didn't mean to—"

She gasps as he sees him stumble over, falling onto the vibrant plush grass, thankfully cushioning his fall — as his brain no doubt short circuits — practically melting like a puddle on the ground with a dazed expression.

The boy dramatically wounding up unconscious.

"Wahhh?! Izuku?!"

He woke up in the infirmary a few minutes later, still beyond starstruck as he attempted to answer recovery girls questions.

The older woman only gives him a comical deadpanned expression as he begins rambling on about his situation with y/n, frankly panicking about never being in a relationship before.

Already searching up 'tips to have the best first date' for future references, all while his hand remains on his cheek, right where she kissed him.

Smiling fondly at the memory, as if reminding himself that this is not a dream.

That sometimes your soulmate is your best friend, whom you hopelessly fell in love with.

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[stchisaki]

DAY XII. — HAND HOLDING (DURING THE ACT)

cw: Fluff, Romantic Talk, Hand Holding, Cunnilingus, Aged-Up / Pro-Hero Time Skip, Fem! Reader. 18+ Only!

author's note: It was so interesting writing Deku. He's so cute but he's still an anxious dweeb who struggles to talk to girls. Enjoy!

word count: Approximately 1.2k words.

“Um, okay. I’m not sure if—well, it’s just, I’ve never done anything like this before so I don’t know if I’ll be able to perform at the kind of standard you might be expecting, which—”

“Izuku.” 

Izuku pauses, the brows of his face pinched together and his pretty emerald eyes wide. They’re glossy with emotion, shiny underneath the dim lighting of your bedroom. His head rests in between your thighs, hands curled around the swell of your knees, fingers pinching into your skin. The way he looks at you makes you pause, but you just amend your surprise with a half moon of a smile. 

“It’s okay, really. I don’t expect you to be an expert at this. I mean, I’m sure I wouldn’t be good going down on you either.” 

A distinct little yelp squeaks in the back of Izuku’s throat before he quickly flings his gaze off to the side, red flames igniting and powdering across his face while he stammers a response. 

“Ha ha! W-Well, you’re great at everything you do, or, you have been, so I’m sure you’d do great if you, uh, did g-go down on m-me. B-But we’re not talking about me right now! I’m just trying to make sure that you’re comfortable with this, and that—” 

“Izuku.” 

Once again, his teeth snap shut, and his eyes meet yours. 

“Don’t think about it too much. Just do what your gut tells you. I know it’ll feel good, don’t sweat it.” 

Izuku gulps, but he nods, determined. His face shifts a little, and his body wiggles along with it. He tries to press himself further in between your legs, squeezing your knees before he starts to push them down so he can accurately lower his face to the meadows of your cunt. Izuku’s determination fades a little, cracks of doubt breaking through his facade before he swallows and scrunches his brow ridge. You stare at him fondly, content with observing him build up the courage to swoop forward and claim what already belongs to him. His locks sway along his forehead, full and curly, and they tickle your thighs with Izuku’s every subtle movement. One of your hands reaches for him, tapping his head in a wave gently before you start to pet him. Izuku jumps, quickly glancing at you before he blinks and looks down again. 

“J-Just tell me if you don’t like this and want me to stop. I’ll…” 

Izuku doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he finally bows his head until his hot breath fans against the meaty lips of your cunt. Another swallow, but Izuku doesn’t keep you waiting any longer. He’s delicate and ginger whenever he connects your lips, his mouth is soft and warm, and you moan quietly at the sensation that unfolds beneath him. It’s lightning, but it’s slow, it’s nothing real. Fire, but it’s dull, but toasty enough to feel like ice thawing from your body. The feelings start to weigh down on you, and your head collapses onto the pillow within a mere second of Izuku’s mouth against your cunt. 

The fingers in his hair braid themselves, a shallow sort of attempt to ground yourself. Izuku pauses for a split second, probably listening for any signs of discomfort, but resumes once another moan floats from your chest. His mouth parts, and his tongue pokes out like a snake hidden within tall stalks of gross to lay a thin stripe over the seam of your cunt. You feel like you’re spinning on a carousel, faster and faster, and your thighs clench once Izuku’s tongue prods against your clit. It’s hard, heavy, and thumping, eager to be touched and Izuku decidedly flicks it a few times. You groan each time, encouraging Izuku to tilt his head to the side so that he could suction his mouth against your clit. Both of your eyes roll back into your head, scattering like bowling pins smacked in the center, and a moan that’s way too loud escapes you whenever Izuku starts to suck and tug your clit. 

“W-What was that you were saying about not being good? Ahhh, haa, oh, Izuku, that feels so so sooo good. Don’t stop, don’t stop!” 

Your praise spurns Izuku on, and he starts to work his jaw in miniscule circles to lap at your clit and play it over his tongue like a meal, like food he wanted to savor, like a broth and soup that spreads love and health throughout his chest. You wondered what Izuku was thinking, you wondered if he was really enjoying this, but an ear-splitting slurp made your head dizzy and all thoughts flew out of your mind. 

His belly is flat to the bed, but you can feel him start to crunch up, can feel whenever he starts to gyrate his hips. Izuku’s moving in a way that slides you further towards him, your knees are growing closer to your head by the moment, and his face dives deeper. His groans vibrate your body, too, and his chin is parting your cunt down the middle. Glaze is slick down your flesh, but Izuku just bobs and weaves his head, smearing you wet, like he’s gone. 

“Like that! Yeah, ohhh, yes, yes.” 

Izuku nods to the best of his ability, and you’re left gritting your teeth and groaning. You wonder if he’s asked how to do this or if he’s researched it himself because, fuck, he’s so good, but that thought is fleeting and all you can imagine is teasing him after this is over by returning the favor. Because he’s eating you out like he’s mad with a fever, like you’re cetirizine. Maybe he’s listened to you gush one too many times—and that idea flatters you so badly, it makes you feel special to think someone is that dedicated to making you feel like this. 

And whenever one of Izuku’s hands leaves your thigh, trailing down, leaving storms and electricity in his wake, you nearly gasp and cry out his name whenever he finds your free palm and taps it gently. You flex, trying to process everything, trying to focus on anything all at once but finding each feeling overlapping and overwhelming. Izuku traces his fingers up before he laces them between the gaps of yours, curling down over your knuckles and squeezing. Tears spring to your eyes, fresh and new, and you start to pant, chanting Izuku’s name with every molecule of air you sip through. 

You can feel this burning, this reality that is starting to compress the rims of your belly. It’s down, but then it’s shivering and shuddering throughout your thighs all the way down to your stretching toes. But then it’s up, making your shoulder recoil and your chest bounce like a gunshot. 

Izuku’s hand is in yours, and yours is in his. You return his hold, losing yourself to the intimacy of him, of Izuku, of your lover, of your pleasure. His mouth seems to suck you in, through a drain and tumbling into the rabbit hole, and you’re crying before you can catch yourself. It’s getting to be too much, the way you seem to slowly implode, and your back arches before Izuku’s name is your death rattle.

And you squeeze again, hands intertwined, and Izuku holds you all the way through your orgasm. 

[noyasmashing]

HI BABES! COULD YOU WRITE SMTH FOR AAA yan!sub Izuku?? With a mean reader!? If not! I just wanna say I love love you’re writing!

Fucking Pathetic ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Izuku Midoriya

₊⊹ CW: Sub!yan!Izuku x dom!reader, a LOT of degradation, breaking and entering, uhh yeah and cum eating :D

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18

₊⊹ A/N: lol this took me way too long to get to. alsooo if your a fan of yan!izu you should read @vampcubus stuff for him, it’s mouth watering

The click of your heels echoes through the apartment as you step inside, your muscles aching after a long day. You toss your bag on the counter, sighing as you shrug off your blazer, leaving you in just your fitted blouse and pencil skirt.

Fucking exhausting.

You toe off your heels, letting them clatter to the floor of your kitche as you pour yourself a generous glass of wine.

Finally.

But just as you bring the glass to your lips—

BANG.

The sound makes you freeze, your eyes narrowing as your gaze flickers toward the hallway.

What the fuck was that?

A quiet, muffled whimper follows.

Your jaw clenches.

Oh, no fucking way.

“Really?” you hiss, setting your glass down with a sharp clink. Your heels echo louder this time as you stalk down the hall, your movements sharp, precise, and full of barely contained rage.

The sight that greets you?

Pathetic.

Izuku’s halfway out the window, his foot caught on the ledge, a lamp knocked over beside him, his body trembling as he struggles to free himself.

“Seriously?” Your voice is ice-cold, making him freeze.

His head whips around, eyes wide, face flushed and guilty.

“Y-Y/N…” His voice is barely a whisper, shaky and desperate, and his lip trembles as he looks at you like a kicked puppy.

But you’re not in the mood.

“Get. Down.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He scrambles off the ledge, nearly tripping over himself as he lands on the floor, kneeling in front of you almost instinctively, his head bowed in submission.

But you’re not impressed.

“Explain.”

“I-I just—” His voice catches, and he’s already shaking, his eyes flickering up to meet yours before immediately dropping to the floor. “I-I missed you… I just w-wanted to see you…”

Pathetic.

“You broke into my apartment again?” You cross your arms, your eyes narrowing as you tower over him.

“Y-Yes,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, his body trembling as he kneels at your feet.

“And what, Izuku?” You take a step closer, your bare foot brushing against his knee. “You thought I wouldn’t notice? You thought I wouldn’t catch you?”

“N-No… I-I didn’t—”

“You didn’t think?” You cut him off, your tone dripping with disdain. “Clearly.”

His body flinches, his head dropping lower, and the way he whimpers under your gaze?

Pathetic.

“You’re fucking obsessed with me,” you sneer, stepping closer until your foot presses against his thigh. “So desperate you can’t even stay away for one day.”

“I-I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice breaking, and the way his body shakes beneath you?

Pitiful.

“Sorry?” You laugh, a cold, cruel sound that makes him flinch. “You’re not sorry. You’re just fucking pathetic.”

You press your foot harder against his thigh, forcing his knees apart, and the way his breath catches is adorable.

“Look at you,” you murmur, dragging your foot up higher, pressing it against the bulge straining in his pants. “So fucking hard already.”

“I-I—”

“Shut up.”

Izuku’s lips snap shut instantly, his body trembling as he stares at the floor, his hands clenching at his sides.

“Pathetic,” you sneer, pressing your foot down harder, watching as his body jerks, a broken whimper spilling from his lips.

“You can’t even control yourself,” you murmur, tilting your head as you drag your foot along his length, making him shudder. “So desperate for me… you’d do anything, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper, his body trembling as he rocks his hips against your foot, chasing anything you’ll give him.

Pathetic.

“Anything?” You smirk, pressing your foot down harder, making him gasp. “Then stay still.”

Izuku’s body goes rigid, his breath catching as he fights the urge to move, but his cock is already twitching, straining against his pants, and the way his body shakes under your touch?

Fucking disgusting.

“You’re such a fucking mess,” you hiss, dragging your foot back and watching as his hips twitch, chasing the friction. “So needy… so fucking pathetic.”

“P-Please…”

“Please?” You laugh, your foot tapping against his thigh, making him flinch. “What the fuck are you begging for, Izuku?”

“I-I…” His voice catches, and the way his face flushes, his eyes glassy and desperate as he looks up at you?

Pathetic.

“You want to cum?” You sneer, pressing your foot back against his cock, making him whimper.

“Y-Yes…” His voice is barely above a whisper, his body trembling as he nods frantically.

“Too bad.”

Izuku’s body jerks as you pull your foot away completely, his eyes widening with pure, broken desperation.

“W-What—”

“You think I’m going to reward you for breaking into my apartment?” You arch a brow, crossing your arms as you stare down at him with pure disgust.

“N-No… I-I—”

“Shut the fuck up.” Your tone is ice-cold, and the way his lips snap shut immediately?

Perfect.

“Get up.”

Izuku blinks, his body trembling as he looks up at you, his eyes wide and confused.

“W-What?”

“I said get up.” Your voice is sharp, your gaze dangerous as you step back, giving him just enough space to move.

Izuku scrambles to his feet, his body shaking, his eyes flickering toward the door like he knows exactly what’s coming next.

“Go home.”

“W-What?” His voice cracks, his eyes going impossibly wide, and the way his lip trembles as he stares at you?

Fucking pathetic.

“You heard me.” Your eyes narrow, your tone dripping with venom. “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“B-But…” His voice breaks, his body trembling as tears well up in his eyes, his lip quivering as he stares at you with pure, broken desperation.

“Go.” You point toward the door, your expression cold, unyielding.

“I-I…” His voice catches, and the first tear slips down his cheek, his body shaking as he takes a hesitant step back.

“You can’t even follow orders properly, can you?” You sneer, watching as his body flinches like you slapped him. “Go.”

“Y-Yes… ma’am…” His voice is barely above a whisper, and the way his head drops, his shoulders slumping as he turns toward the door?

Pathetic.

But just as his hand touches the doorknob—

“Wait.”

Izuku freezes, his body going completely still, his breath catching as he turns, his eyes wide and desperate.

“Clean up your mess.”

When you told Izuku to clean up his mess, you weren’t talking about the knocked-over lamp or the scuff marks on your floor.

No.

You were talking about the pathetic, sticky stain soaking through the front of his pants.

Because even after everything—you barely touching him, humiliating him, degrading him—he still fucking came in his pants.

“Look at that,” you sneered, your gaze fixed on the obvious wet spot spreading across the fabric. “You couldn’t even hold it in. So fucking pathetic.”

Izuku’s face burned, his body trembling as he stared down at the evidence of his own failure, tears brimming in his eyes as shame flooded his features.

“I told you not to move.” You took a step closer, your tone dripping with cruelty as you tilted his chin up with the tip of your shoe. “And what did you do?”

“I-I…” His voice was barely a whisper, his lip quivering as he struggled to speak, his eyes glassy and pleading.

“You came in your fucking pants like a needy little slut.”

The sound that slipped from his lips was broken, his body trembling as he fought to hold back his sobs.

“Clean. It. Up.”

Izuku’s breath caught, his eyes flickering up to meet yours—wide, desperate, humiliated—but you didn’t give a fuck.

“Now.”

And he obeyed.

Izuku dropped to his knees, his body shaking as his hands fumbled with the front of his pants, his fingers trembling as he pressed his palm against the sticky stain, trying to rub it away.

But you didn’t stop there.

“Use your tongue.”

His head snapped up, his eyes going impossibly wide, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.

“W-What?”

“You heard me.” Your voice was cold, unyielding, your expression nothing but disgust as you stared down at him. “You made the mess. Now clean it up.”

Izuku’s body shook as he stared up at you, his breath catching, but you didn’t miss the way his cock twitched despite how wrecked he was.

“Do it.”

And the worst part?

He did.

Izuku’s face was scarlet as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the tip of his finger, his tongue darting out to lick the mess he’d made of himself. His breath hitched, a broken whimper spilling from his lips as he humiliated himself even further, his body shaking as he lapped up every drop, his face burning with shame.

And you?

You just stood there, watching him with a cruel, satisfied smirk.

“Good boy,” you murmured, your tone dripping with mockery as he finished, his face flushed, his lips wet with the evidence of his own failure.

But he didn’t look up.

He couldn’t.

Not after that.

“Now get the fuck out.”

And when he stumbled toward the door, his head bowed, his body trembling, his face burning with shame?

You didn’t feel a single ounce of pity.

Because that’s exactly what he deserved.

thank you for reading! Reblogs are always appreciated <3

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

“zukuu, you have to stop making faces at him.”

insulted, izuku splutters. breaking eye contact to gasp at you.

“ i wasn’t making a face ! was i..?” he trails off, you giggle, you turn your back to your boyfriend once again to continue wiping down the last of the dishes.

“he’ll pout harder if you keep making that scary face.”

“i-i wasn’t trying to scare him !” your boyfriend exclaims, looking at your baby cousin again and slumping when he sees the pout still fixed onto his face, visibly dimming “i don’t understand what i did wrong..”

“zuku, i already told you. kuma always looks like that. you’ll get used to it.” you reassure, a teasing smile on your face. your boyfriend seems undeterred by your explanation and hides his face behind his hands again, peeking through his fingers hoping to see even the minuscule crack of a smile on your younger cousin’s face.

your aunt had asked you to babysit your younger cousin takuma after suddenly being called in for work and having no one to watch over him for the day. you were free, and agreed to help her out, takuma was a sweet little boy and you didn’t get to see him super often. so the more you could the better ! unfortunately this fell on the same day as when your boyfriend was meant to come over to your house, but ever the loving, helpful boyfriend he is, izuku insisted on wanting to come over to help you out. he gets to spend time with you and get along with a cute baby, that sounded like a great time to him. and not to brag, but kids always seemed to love him.

every kid except for takuma apparently. the little boy’s face seemed permanently stuck with a frown. his eyebrows stood furrowed and his chubby pinch-able little cheeks puffed out, obviously unhappy with izuku’s presence.

you’d tried to tell izuku that this was just takuma’s resting face. that he looked at everyone this way and that it always surprised strangers. but as loving and doting as he is, your boyfriend could aslo be endearingly stubborn. he was determined to get takuma to smile at him at least once today. and now it looked like he was trying peekaboo. you couldn’t help but snort at your boyfriend’s laughable attempts at making your little cousin’s poker face crumble. “aw man, that one usually always works..” you hear him mumble. you put the final plate into your cupboard and turn with a sigh.

“izuku.”

“no no, i got it.” without realizing it, izuku’s brows furrowed in concentration, which your baby cousin unfortunately mistook for a challenge, furrowing his eyebrows even harder and even huffing at him. the nail in the coffin it looks like, izuku gasps, looking at your cousin with a betrayed expression “ ah ! what’d i do ?!”

“you were glaring at him !” you giggle, your boyfriend throws his head back, exasperated. you pull out a chair and sit next to him, giggling and pulling on takuma's pudgy cheek. said little boy does not break eye contact with izuku. you can admit he's acting kind of strange. was he actually going out of his way to challenge him ? the thought makes you giggle again. you turn to look at your boyfriend's pouty face looking at the exchange between you and your cousin.

"i didn't mean to glare at him.." he whines, leaning into your touch when you put your hand in his hair.

"i know."

"i felt like we were making progress."

"i..kinda doubt that," you snort, scratching at his green locks. desperately, he looks back at you wide eyed "but we were i swear ! it felt like he was starting to like me !"

"mhm ?" you break into a fit of laughter, and soon after izuku joins you, laughing softly to himself and shaking his head. takuma blinks at you both in confusion, and it makes you smile harder. seeing you laugh so hard makes izuku smile harder too, cheeks glowing a cute pink.

"i..sound crazy don't i ?" he asks, grinning at you. you pretend to think it over to tease him, and he huffs affectionately.

"hmmm, a little." izuku shakes his head, dropping it in shame as he stares at his lap. he heaves a heavy sigh and it makes you giggle a little bit more.

"i really don't know what i'm doing wrong, babies usually like me.."

"but i told you you're not doing anything wrong, izu." you reach to pinch his cheeks next, he yelps a little. "kuma's only lookin' at you 'cus you're new. he'll get used to you in no time, kay ?" you smile. a beat passes and izuku nods, smiling back at you.

"but i don't know, he kinda looks like he has it out for me.." he whispers, you assume so takuma doesn't hear. how thoughtful.

"yeah i did think it was kinda strange how he hasn't stopped looking at you.."

he drops his head back at your words "i thought so..!"

"but that doesn't mean he doesn't like you, per se..maybe he's just weary of you !" izuku leans back, placing a hand over his chest like he's actually been struck. he looks over at takuma still sitting proudly in his high chair like a king.

"what's there to be weary of ? i'm really nice, i promise !" takuma's only answer is a blink "that's really intense.." you're boyfriend sweat drops, "i don't think i've had anyone look at me like that before."

"shouldn't you be used to being glared at by now since you've known bakugou since you were kids ?"

"i don't even think kacchan was this bad." you scoff, slapping at his sturdy arm. "don't say that, you liar !" your boyfriend laughs to himself. struggling to hold your laughter back as you play fight. you're interrupted by takuma's whine. his poker face finally somewhat melting as he pouts, big eyes going glossy as he reaches out for you with chubby little fingers. you immediately zoom over to the child's side.

"aaww babyy," you coo "you wanna be wif me, yeah ? cuutieeee," your voice rises up an octave. izuku blushes at how cute you look and he hates himself for feeling a smidge jealous your cousin had managed to grab your attention. he shakes his head to rid himself of those childish thoughts.

you hop the baby up in your arms to readjust him, tickling his little tummy which earns you a giggle, izuku feels his jaw drop to the floor so hard if he were in a cartoon it'd make a comically loud clang sound, now he's a bit jealous of you.

"i think he's a little hungry, i'll be right back izu." you press a quick kiss to his cheek before bounding off to go get the toddlers bag that your aunt had entrusted to you in your room. the little contact alone makes heat blossom all the way to izuku's neck and he can't fix his lips to say anything, nodding dumbly.

the last thing he sees before you leave the room is takuma's gaze fixed to him. izuku sends him a determined smile and a wave. he'll win him over soon enough.

[tinkerbelle05]

Izuku being obsessed with you hcs

Genre: Fluff

This is around 3rd year of UA and he has had a crush on you since 1st year. Who knew everything there was to know about you.

Your favorite color, animal, food. What you were allergic to, your favorite movie. The cafe you went to once a week. The years he spent writing about heroes, being able to pick up the littlest of details from afar, has helped in this moment.

Ochaco thinks it’s cute, Tenya thinks it’s extremely efficient, and Bakugo thinks it’s downright creepy.

Izuku understands that you would probably agree with Bakugo, but he can’t help it. He just wants to know everything there is to know about you. So that, eventually, when he does confesses, everything will go well

He had a 6 step plan on how to ask you out and contingency plans just in case, though thankfully he didn’t need them.

Everyone thought his…tendencies will calm down once you guys get together.

Oh how they were wrong, so, so wrong.

In fact he gets worse. Always wants to be around you, but as long as you are okay with it. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, possibly ruin the relationship.

Literally, he’s the first thing you see when you wake up. When he walks you down for breakfast to the cafeteria because he just so happens to be around right when you open the door. He is the last thing you see when he walks to your door and gives you kiss on your cheek goodnight.

Obviously, he wasn’t at all subtle about his crush on you, not that he was hiding it either though. You knew that he was getting all the information on you long before he confessed. Honestly, it made you feel seen in a weird way. To know that someone was so in love with you, so obsessed with you, that they memorized everything about you.

And that was Izuku Midoriya for you, your obsessed boyfriend

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