#midoriya x y/n

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𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!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 ❣︎

[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!

lol this took me way to long to finally get to, but also if your a fan of yan!Izuku you should totally check out @vampcubus she has really good stuff for himmm

anyway Sub!yan!Izuku x dom!reader. Contains a LOT of degradation, breaking and entering, uhh yeah and cum eating

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.

[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 😔

[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!

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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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[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

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. 

[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.

[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."

[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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[arminsesposa]

Always Yours (Izuku Midoriya x Female Reader)

Getting into an argument with ur loved one is NOT fun. Take this small Drabble 🤞🏽

And the 5 Izuku fans cheered !

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You and Izuku never argue. He’s the best boyfriend you can ask for. Holding the door, always giving you kisses and hugs, always letting you know that he’s grateful to have you in his life. This time was different. Sure you guys had different opinions but this time was a bit harsher. Izuku has been a bit distant forgetting about you due to his busy schedule and his training. Almost like he forgot about you. You brought it up as you two hung out yet Izuku’s tone seemed like he didn’t care. “Izuku what the fuck?” You asked in disbelief as he carelessly shrugged. “I’ve been busy and we need some space” he said looking at you not realizing what he just said as your heart dropped. He wanted space, you’ll give him space, as you stormed off.

Izuku knew he fucked up. He didn’t mean to be super sassy and rude about it as he watched you grab your bag and leave his dorm. He groaned running his hand through his hair knowing he had to fix this. He knew you like the back of his hand as he gave you some space before deciding to knock on your dorm. “Hey…Can I come in?” He asked softly as he could hear your footsteps approach the door and open it softly. You didn’t say anything as he came in. He took a look at your comfy dorm room and the photo of you two on A date framed on your desk. You sat on your bed as Izuku stood there. “Why are you here” you said bluntly as he froze for a moment, not expecting such a blunt response, he looked at you with a mix of surprise as you caught him off guard "Wait, I just want to talk." He spoke softly, holding his hands up slightly in a gesture of peace. “And I’m gonna nap so goodbye” you responded as you grabbed your blanket ready to ignore him. Izuku frowned slightly, realizing you weren't willing to hear him out. "I understand you're upset, but please, just hear me out. I know I messed up." He persisted gently, not wanting to leave without at least attempting to clear up the misunderstanding.

You were obviously upset. You loved Izuku so much and couldn’t stand arguing with him. So when he approached you with such softness and respect you realized that maybe you were being too harsh. "What I said before, about us needing space... I didn't mean it." He clarified sincerely, his eyes locking onto yours, hoping his words would reach you. You sat up on your bed staring at him realizing how genuine he was being. You didn’t want to be petty and argue over something stupid as your emotions got the best of you. Your eyes watered as he cupped your face gently, and you began to apologize sincerely tears streaming down “I’m sorry for being too harsh-you’ve always loved me and you’re so respectful and put me first-I don’t want to argue over something this small and-“ you rambled as he shook his head gently, dismissing your apology. "No, don’t be sorry. You have every right to be upset." He replied sincerely, his expression softening as he looked at you. “And it’s true, I’ve always loved you. That hasn’t changed, and it never will." He smiled softly at you still looking at your beautiful eyes. As he moved to sit on your bed, finding a comfortable spot together. He gently cupped your face in his hands, holding his gaze with warmth and reassurance. "Listen to me… I may make mistakes, but my love for you is unwavering." He whispered with 100% honesty.

Your gazes met, and the weight of the connection hung in the air. You guys leaned in close, your noses nearly touching."No matter what happens or how difficult things get, my feelings for you remain the same." He whispered softly, his voice filled with truth and affection. He pulled you gently into a heartfelt kiss, their lips meeting in a tender display of affection. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as their emotions intertwined.

"I’ve always been and will always be yours."

He murmured softly against your lips, expressing his unwavering commitment. The love and reassurance between them intensified, erasing any lingering doubts or distance gone, knowing he would always be by your side.

[imagination-mess]

Imagine Ghost!Izuku

Ghost! Izuku, who accidentally made the street post light explode when he got his first kiss. It wasn't the last time he accidentally took in the energy from a lightbulb like that. He hasn't disclosed to his Romantic partner that he is half ghost and human. It doesn't mean he is dead per se. He was just born like this. 

Ghost! Izuku, who gets too excited during a makeout session, makes the house's light flicker, making it look like you are having electricity issues. 

Ghost! Izuku would have his moments where he is cold to the touch. He never really thought about it, since he grew up getting used to the random waves of cold. He doesn't mind the cuddles from you or wrapping him up in blankets in an attempt to warm him up. 

Ghost! Izuku may or may not mark in his ghost ways on you. It's to show that you are off-limits from possession or any sort of haunting or torment. The only one haunted you would have would only be him. 

Ghost! Izuku may be insane to get with Normie, who doesn't know anything about the supernatural and is taking a big risk of getting rejected later on. The safer option was getting with someone who was in supernatural realm, a vampire, werewolf, or siren to even another half-ghost like him. 

Ghost! Izuku purposely dressed up in a ghost blanket for Halloween to actually make himself transparent during the hide and peek game in a party. He may or may not get a kick out of scaring people. He can get away with it during the day of Halloween.

No one would believe them that he just vanished from the spot to only spawn somewhere else. Good thing it was dark.

He ends up winning the hide and seek game.

Next Part Two of Ghost Izuku

Next: Werewolf! Katsuki Bakugou

[realcube]

dilf december

day six ⭑ izuku midoriya ⭑ x stripper! reader

tw / info : NSFW. MINORS DNI. reader is also a graduated student of midoriya's. age gap, weird ex-student/teacher dynamic, alcohol & stripping

twenty years of teaching at UA high school had gone by the blink of eye.

all of the teachers that had been around when midoriya were in attendence had undoubtedly retired by now, and the majority of the faculty that had begun teaching around the same time he did had likely transferred schools or quit, leaving him as one of the current longest lasting member of staff in the whole school.

to celebrate his 20th anniversary of employment at UA, the general faculty bought him a cute cake and served it on paper plates during the lunch break. however, his male co-workers decided to take it a step further, and bring him out to a bar after work.

initally, that was all they had planned: some casual chat over drinks, get tipsy, grab a takeaway meal then finish up. however, they seemed to overshoot the second mark, getting closer to wasted than tipsy, and instead of taking the next train home, they find themselves stumbling into the nearby strip club.

a strip club they had discussed previously and sworn off; agreeing that the risk of a student's parent or the media catching them inside there was too large and not worth it. but sake has a special way of distorting one's better judgement.

plus, it was a special occasion and he deserved to enjoy himself. he hadn't felt so free and invigourated in such a long time; the music had adrenaline coarsing through him, without the added worry of a villain or a fight; just pure, mind-numbing bliss.

at first the dancers were in the crowd and engaging with them, but now they had all retreated to the stage and were dancing seductively for tips. since the atmosphere had calmed down, midoriya took this as an oppertunity to start searching for his colleagues, who he had lost in the short-lived but heated rave.

he searched around the club, clumsily weaving his way through the conjested crowds the best he could, staggering along in a lop-sided manner, with the top buttons of his shirt undone — the incomplete work of a stripper that had been coming onto him earlier — and his loosened tie hung around his neck, with an open bottle of sake in his spare hand. he started the night wearing a blazer too, but who knows where that was.

there was multiple stages around the first floor of club: the main one was in the centre of the room, where the professionals were working, but there were smaller stages around the sides for the more amateurish girls. he had already checked the big crowd at the main stage, so he was now looking to see if his co-workers were attending one of the other ones.

as he is hauling himself around the room in a drunken haze, the is able to snap out of it for just a moment as he notices an eerily familiar face dancing on one of the smaller stages. he squints, and tilts his head, then steps closer to make sure he is seeing this correctly — since there is a chance the dim club lighting might be hindering his vision — but unfortunately, his initial assumption was correct., as he is stood right in front of the stage, he realises that the girl performing is one of his past students, who graduated not too long ago.

or maybe it just feels to him as though it wasn't that long ago because he has been working at UA for so long. regardless, age had nothing to do with his shock and utter disbelief at what he was seeing. it was more to do with the fact he would never think a student who was able to get into and graduate from such a prestigious high school would ever have to resort to this line of work, especially as you had such promising prospects.

but still, here you were, in a skimpy bikini top and a pair of denim short shorts, parading around and showing off your gorgeous figure to anyone in proximity that would spare you a glance. doing tricks on the pole that garnered cheers from your audience and that caused midoriya's trousers to grow shamefully tight.

you blew kisses to your crowd and collected your tips off the floor, about to take your break and allow a different performer to take your place, but just as you are about to exit the stage, you catch a glimpse of his signature green dishevelled hair out of the corner of your hair.

tipsy and bold, you waste no time in turning to him, and with wide eyes you beam, "mr midoriya?"

he raises his eyebrows, taken aback by being noticed so suddenly, but once he is able to register what you said through all his brain fog, he replies with an equally bright smile, "(L/N)!"

you both laugh hysterically between yourselves at this unlikely reunion, but as you do so, the small crowd around your stage grows confused and impatient, so you clarify by yelling out to them, "look, guys, it's my old high school teacher!" although still a tad puzzled, this explanation seems to have amused them enough to stay, so you continue talking to midoriya, "what're you doing here?"

"i could ask you the same question." he replies bashfully, with a red glow dusting over his cheeks, "we're celebrating my 20 year anniversary at UA."

"twenty years?!" you repeat with a gasp and raised eyebrows, "no way you've been working there that long. when you were my teacher, i remember you were still pretty new."

"well, time's passed." he says with a shrug.

"yeah.." you mutter, solemnly. blinking at him once before you are struck with a brilliant idea, and your lips curl into a mischeivious grin, "let me dance for you!"

you outstretch your arms in order to grab his hands and pull him on stage, though he resists, jerking away, "oh, no, you don't have to, (Y/N)!"

"i do; it's a really special day for you." you whine, continuing to lightly yank at his sleeves.

"i suppose, but i don't know who might be watching." he replies sheepishly, a bit of doubt still lingering in his chest that had yet to be nullified by the alcohol.

"who cares? 'ts not like you're commiting a crime; we're just dancing!" you snatch the half-empty sake bottle from hiis hand and motion for him to open his mouth, then you pour the rest of it inside as the surrounding men cheer him on.

this gives midoriya somewhat of an adrenaline rush that prompts him to eagerly jump on stage with you, wearing a massive, cheesy grin and basking in all the commotion and praise from the audience.

while he find his bearings and tries to to tip over, you forward a chair from backstage and motion for him to sit down, and he does so happily. his legs are spread slightly, with his arms rested between them, with his bottle of sake clutched between two fingers. he longingly gazes up at you, colorful strobe lights reflecting against his dark green irises. his face looks smooth to you in the darkness of the club, but as you move closer to him and gently cup his cheek in your palm, you can feel it is quite stubbly.

he looks tired; it's reminiscent of his state even when he was your teacher. seemed so spent constantly, yet there was still a little flicker of determination in him that kept him going. it drew you to him.

you hand crept down his cheek to his shoulder, then down his chest as you sunk onto his knees, grinding against his legs briefly while holding intense eye-contact, until you pivoted onto your feet and turned around to face away from him and to the audience, eliciting immediate cheers and appaulse.

this little ex-student and teacher show you were putting on seemed to have garnered the attention of many more patrons in the club, including midoriya's co-workers, who had snuck their way into the pack of observers. not that midoriya even noticed; he was far too transfixed on the way you touch him so sensually.

even with your back turned, you still entertain him by bending over in front of him and playfully smacking your ass. his breath hitches at the sight — the movement and proximity driving him wild — and naturally, his hand finds itself on your thigh, squeezing your plush skin.

then, you pull away, and begin to dance erotically around th chair he sat on. hips swaying with the music, and using your arms as an accessory to hold and accentuate your best parts. at times, your eyes flutter closed and you just move to the rhythm, letting your own hands wander over yourself as you please, and midoriya's hands too.

he is mesmerised by the way you dance for him, and he watches intently with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and his hand chasing your every movement, lingering over your body.

eventually, you fall back down into his knee. you continue to move your hips and ass for the audience to enjoy, meanwhile you pull him in by his tie to meet your lips and feverish make-out, tongues clashing against each other, soon moving in sync.

as he's sucking at your face, his needy grip finds its way your ass, as he grabs a handful of your flesh. since your back is turned to the crowd, it is a sight for all of them to behold, and shouts of approval immediately proceed.

after a couple minutes, you slowly part, and pause to gaze into his eyes. you stood upright and pulled midoriya off of the chair by arms, then yelled, "everyone scream for the best teacher ever"

which is followed by roaring cheers, applause and whoops of encouragement coming from midoriya's co-workers, hence he is finally able to spot them in the crowd. he flashes you a quick smile and pressed a lazy kiss to your knuckles before jumping off the stage and dashing over to his group of colleague.

they expressed how impressed and jealous they were that izuku was invited up on stage by you, which is when he explains how he's already acquainted with you, and that seems to only enthrall them even more.

desperate for more details, they pry for him to elaborate as the group heads to the exit to call it a night. but just as they all about to exit, midoriya hears a familiar voice call out to him, "hey, don't leave without this!" and a fabric is flung against his face.

he's blinded momentarily until he is able to pull it away, and see that he had been hit in the face with bikini top. bemused, he looks back over to the side stage where you are performing and upon seeing you, he realises that he wouldn't mind staying a bit longer.

[quitesins]

Mr Deku!

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Tags: Sfw, Smau, Female!Reader, Aged up!character, Teacher!Deku, Teacher!Reader, Coworkers, Mentions of periods, idk how ua classes work but reader is like general course teacher or sumn, they’re both all might nerds :P same universe as The Bossman

Texts between you and your coworker, Deku!

Ps. Okayyy ignore the fact that The Bossman establishes Izuku as the No.1 hero who gaffff who caresss… I wrote it before the ending so 😒😞😖