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beezhives · 15 days ago

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currently thinkin' about ;;

sensei Midoriya Izuku who is just a normal amount obsessed with you. truly, it's the most normal amount of obsession and infatuation he's had with someone in a while.

now that he's a teacher, Midoriya doesn't have the proper time to analyze anyone but his students. sometimes, if he gets graced by the grading gods, he can review some of his former class' battles and send them his thoughts (they love when he does this!!).

speaking of those former class fights: Pinky and Cellophane managed to snare this petty criminal that had been getting a bit too bold to be just petty, with the help of an underground hero. not too high in the general rankings but loved by those who truly know them, you caught Midoriya's eye without even trying.

"yeah Midoriya! I've worked with 'em before, what's up?" Ashido's bubbly voice felt far too small through the phone, he couldn't help but hold it a bit more firm against his ear.

"it's just- well, I've got this student–" always the student excuse, "with a sorta similar quirk to theirs. I think. and- y'know, I was just wondering if you could get me in contact with them?"

even without being face-to-face, Ashido can see the puppy dog eyes he's unintentionally making.

imagine the look of utter shock on your poor receptionist's face when he knocks on the door to your office holding a slightly crumpled sticky note, jaw slack, eyes slightly wide.

"what is it, what's wrong?" you ask almost immediately, standing up from your spot and making your way to him.

"how the hell do you know Deku?" are the words that choose to fall from his poor mouth, sticky note pressed against his chest.

"I don't?" you ask, tilting your head only slightly to verify that you, in fact, have no contact with the symbol of hope. "I don't. What- what is it? What's going on?"

with a defeated sort of sound, your receptionist offers the crumpled green post-it note out to you. on it, written in haste with blue ink, sits a phone number. and an email. and a fax number. and, for safe measure, the number for the UA office.

"what?"

"yeah, Midoriya Izuku called and talked to me," he begins to explain, to the best of his ability. "wanted me to relay that to you. he said so many numbers in a row, I hope they're all right!"

safe to say, at least one of the numbers was right as he promptly invited you out to get coffee the next week. off duty, he insisted, and on a weekend, you insisted.

he's only obsessed with you the normal amount. even if it wasn't the normal amount (for him), there wouldn't be a notebook big enough for the things he wants to write about you.

♡ any likes or shares would be appreciated. thank you for reading, see you later. ☁︎

#bnha #character;; midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoryia x you #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #mha deku #deku x reader #deku x you #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya izuku x you #midoriya sensei #he takes up so much space in my brain #beez ;; blurbs

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pinkykats-place · 1 month ago

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BakuDeku ft. Midoriya-Sensei

Some include the new hero suit

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories below are mine.

Some contain mature content.

Read tags. Check Ratings.

@kyuriart gave permission to use art.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Midoriya-sensei's boyfriend by @silverynight

Summary: "Midoriya-sensei?"

"Yes?"

"Is pro hero Dynamight your boyfriend?"

Izuku wishes he didn't blush that often because it makes it look like he's lying. He gets those questions a lot, but hasn't gotten used to them.

"No."

"Are you dating a pro hero?"

"No."

"Is he your husband then?"

"No." Izuku holds himself back from covering his red face with both arms like he did in high-school when he was too flustered. "Ka–I mean, Dynamight-san and I are friends. There's nothing else to it."

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Eight years and counting by @silverynight

Summary: "For young Midoriya?"

All Might already knows it's for Izuku, but the question is not exactly about that and Katsuki is perfectly aware of it; he can see it in the soft smile of Izuku's mentor, he can see it in the way his blue eyes shine with knowledge.

Katsuki blushes, but he doesn't look away from the former symbol of peace. He's not that middle schooler hot-heated kid anymore. He's done hiding his feelings behind anger and he's not ashamed about what he feels for Izuku. He's pretty sure All Might knows about that, he's probably waiting for a confirmation.

Katsuki nods, blush spreading down his neck.

"It'll take years to make something like that."

"I'm aware."

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

how i long for our trysts by nikkiRA

Summary: Most nights the only thing he has the energy for is crawling into bed beside Izuku and falling immediately to sleep. It’s why they’re taking such a risk and doing this here.

That and because it’s hot. Sneaking away to fuck like they were teenagers again. That and Izuku’s suit. Katsuki has a Thing for Izuku’s suit, how nicely it contours to his body, how strong he looks in it. Anytime Izuku got dressed up, all Katsuki could focus on was how much he wanted to undress him.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

all my emotions feel like explosions (when you are around) by tiffaniesblews

Summary: He really could not think of a time in his life that didn’t include Midoriya Izuku.

OR: Bakugou pines for 4200 words.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

see you at home by marsbarrss

Summary: “Deku, you dumbass, you forgot your lunch again,” he grumbles, pushing the wrapped lunch box into his hands. The floral print flashes up at him.

“Ah, Kacchan, you don’t have to make me lunch, seriously!” Izuku flounders, but he accepts the offering anyway. He sort of has to, or else Katsuki will flip his shit. “I can just eat at home…”

The class immediately erupts in chatter, jumping to question both men about their relationship.

Five times Katsuki disrupted Izuku at work, and one time Izuku disrupts Katsuki at work.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

have you heard about the rumors? by DetectiveKirigiri

Summary: Everyone assumes pro hero Dynamight and infamous UA-teacher-slash-pro-hero Deku have been together for the longest time, but the thing is, they aren’t even dating, and Katsuki hasn’t even grown the balls to confess yet.

So what do their ever supportive and encouraging classmates do? Help Katsuki plan out the perfect confession to Izuku.

The only problem? So many rumors are starting to spread all at once. Also, they barely have any free time, and Izuku has papers to grade.

WIP | 14/? Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

love is a gentle thing by tenthuser

Summary: Izuku takes pride in knowing Kacchan better than anyone else, but as they grow older, he realizes there are still things left to learn.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Happy with that? by polkahdotti

Summary: The first issue was that he and Midoriya hadn’t spoken in seven years, and likely the stupid brat didn’t even want to be a hero anymore, and had completely moved on from Bakugou for good.

The second issue was that the suit was nearly finished.

And Midoriya didn’t know a damn thing about it.

— — —

Or: Bakugou manages to be a pining loser and oblivious about his own feelings and Midoriya isn't much help. They'll figure it out.

Complete | 2 Chapters

Rated - General Audiences

wreck my plans (that's my man) by Icantthinkofagoodusername7

Summary: One of the students raises her hand and upon being called on asks, “Dynamight, sir? Is Mr. Midoriya your husband? Your rings match,” She points toward the chain around his neck.

With that assumption, the other students also start to whisper about how right this student likely is.

”Wait, that’s so right. Plus they seem so close, Dynamight’s always hanging around here.”

”Oh also a couple weeks ago when Yui, Haruko, Mizuko, and I came here for lunch, Mr. Midoriya was on the phone with his husband and called him Kacchan, which could be a play off of Dynamight’s given name.”

“Oh my gosh that’s so cute, y’know if they aren’t married I wanna figure out who goes by Kacchan, that’s so cute.”

”Also, remember when Dynamight showed up like a month ago or something and then after he left, Mr. Midoriya was wearing his wedding rings?”

”I’m just seeing evidence after evidence.”

OR 5 times Midoriya and Bakugou nearly reveal their relationship to Midoriya’s students + the 1 time they actually do

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Recharge by @silverynight

Summary: "Your childhood friend is taking too many extra shifts; he'll pass out soon at this rate."

Aizawa does that a lot lately; he casually walks into Izuku's classroom or his office, only to drop random information about Katsuki. It's usually something Aizawa disapproves of.

Izuku sighs, looking up at the window from all the essays he has to grade. Lately, Katsuki is making him worry too much.

The funny thing is that Aizawa believes he has some secret power to make pro hero Katsuki stop or change his mind; sure, they're friends, and he often listens to Izuku (yes, he also pays him a lot of visits) but it's not like the young teacher can work miracles.

***

A glimpse into their lives during those eight years.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

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literarydumpinggrounds · 1 month ago

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i need whiney izuku 🙏

anything sub izuku por favor

Minors DNI 🔞 bon appetite, nonnie ~ hope this hits the spot!

Thinking about Professor!Izuku..

Professor!Izuku who would fist fight bears, quirk or no quirk, to protect his students— his kids.

Professor!Izuku who was determined to keep up with his explosive best friend’s progress after everything they went through.. Who makes it to the gym every day, no excuses, and worked his ass off to catch back up with that strength he’d lost; quirk be damned!

Professor!Izuku who does the absolute most when it comes to his job, because he feels such an immense responsibility to prepare his young heroes for every possible outcome. He refuses to let anyone else slip through his fingers.

Professor!Izuku who quickly becomes his students’ favorite teacher at UA. The perfect example of firm encouragement, guidance, and strength as he mentored the new generation of heroes.

Professor!Izuku that dresses in button up shirts, colorful ties, and those sinfully tailored, pleated dress pants. You know what I’m talking about.

Professor!Izuku that always has a bento box for his lunch, specially prepared by you; abundantly packed with his favorite foods, and treats to snack on throughout his day..

Professor!Izuku that wouldn’t usually be so forgetful— thanks to his impressive memory —but consecutive evenings grading exams in that little office would melt even the most brilliant of minds.

The ambience of the room was warmed by the aromatics of a wax warmer nestled on a corner shelf, enveloping the nearly dark classroom in a relaxed atmosphere as the light leeched through the crack of his office door. Something a bit toasty and masculine, yet overwhelmingly sweet..

Almost marshmallow-y, you think.

Peering through the opening briefly, you found your boyfriend exactly where you suspected he would be. Lingering over a stack of papers on his desk as the end of his pen tapped absently against the page, those scrumptious scarred forearms on display since he’d neatly folded his sleeves up to his elbows. He was murmuring to himself, something soft and subconscious that made it impossible to make out whether it was commentary or monologuing. It didn’t make much difference to you anyhow, so you plopped his AllMight lunch tote onto the end of the table with a weighty thump.

“Teachers are supposed to go home after hours, you know..” you prodded impishly, delighting in the way he startled in his chair at the abrupt resurgence of sound into the quiet room. The sight of you leaned against the wooden surface had his shoulders loosening in an instant, verdant eyes melting with a fondness that you swore would never get old.

“What’re you doing here, beautiful?”

He’s instinctively reaching out for you, fingers wiggling slightly as he pulls his chair out from under the desk; the freckled edges of his tired eyes crinkled with mirth, until he notices that you resist the urge to join him.

You can see that brilliant mind at work then. The way his brow creases in thought, studying you carefully. Searching your face for a tell like it would appear in bold text across your forehead.

He was so cute when he went to his mind palace.

“H-Honey?” he mused, visibly beginning to shrink himself under your gaze. Like a lovesick little pup with those inquisitive eyes, and a sheepish tilt of his head that made a few tufts of green hair tickle his eyelashes.

He was all too familiar with what happened when you got that look, and the way he was hopelessly incapable of not giving in to your magnetic pull. The pull of that red string.

“I believe this belongs to you..” you acknowledged the bag briefly, enjoying the way you were able to affect him so easily.

He gaped adorably for a fraction of a second before his ears went pink, and the word vomit began. Rambling on about how he’d almost overslept, and couldn’t remember where he’d left his briefcase (which was full of graded papers) so he nearly missed his train, but made it just in time! And then—

Pushing your weight back onto your feet, you move to stand between his legs, silencing him with your hands around his tie. Such a good boy, even when he doesn’t have to be.. A tender smile ghosts across your lips as his hands fall into his lap in anticipation, even though the center of his irises were shimmering around slightly dilated pupils. Attentive, and waiting for a crumb of your affection to topple into his grasp.. Though his driven nature was something that had drawn you to him all those years ago, it was often his biggest weakness when it came to his wellbeing.

“You’re not in trouble, baby. I’m just concerned that you’re tired enough to leave perfectly good katsudon to waste away on the kitchen counter all day.. s’not like you.”

Though you let it slide, you certainly don’t miss the way his eyes flicker towards the door before snapping back to you..

Kneading your fingertips into the knot of his tie, you let your attention ooze downward as you leisurely loosen the constricted fabric; the first couple buttons of his shirt following soon after, pulling a pitiful little mmph~ sound past his pouting lips.

So needy..

Your hands slide against the skin of his neck, caressing the scarred areas at his clavicle while you openly thirst over him for a moment. The slight panting of his breathing, and the way it tested the limits of his shirt with every puff of his chest. What a sight for sore eyes.. and he was unequivocally, wholeheartedly yours. His expression was giving him away, like a printed stream of his incessant thoughts. The tension building between you was driving his pulse through the roof, and persuading all of his blood south.

Touch me. Kiss me. Love me. Fuck me.

By this point his flush was beginning to creep over his shirt collar, his hands fidgeting impatiently with practiced restraint. He knew he could, but he wanted you to give him permission to touch you. The revelation sent warmth bubbling through your chest, the thrill of it urging you forward with your hand rested against his throat; stopping abruptly once his lips were a breath away from your own.

Sometimes you were reminded of just how much you loved him, and the surging feeling makes you want to gobble him up. Swallow him whole.

“Oh, my silly little sensei.. Always carrying the weight for everyone except himself.” you teased a chaste whisper of a kiss over his lips, salacious smile smearing over your cheeks when he openly squirms. His hands had moved to grip the chair’s edge between his thighs, and his brows finally drooped to complete the pouty expression that he’d been suppressing. Desperation playing at the edges of his face, thinly veiled as impatience with your teasing; but you both knew the truth.

You had always been able to see right through him.

“Please..” he murmured breathlessly, seemingly in a battle with himself on whether or not to meet your eyes. “The way you’re looking at me, sweetheart- it’s.. I can’t take it! I-“

“What, precious?” you beamed, that sadistic itch flaring within your gut as you held his face in your hands, giving him no choice but to look at you.

“I’m gonna get—“ he huffed childishly, finally unable to fight the rouge from spreading across his freckled cheeks, bottom lip threatening to wobble. “Y-You’re going to make me hard if you keep.. looking at me like that.”

It was like a band within you had snapped, dissolving every morsel of restraint that you possessed. His words had you crowding into his lap, settling yourself into the unoccupied space until you’d made yourself comfortable. It didn’t matter that you were at his job, albeit after hours. It didn’t matter that someone could walk in, and catch you both in such a compromising position. This sweet man had been carrying the weight on his bare back for so long— too long —and you were the only one that could truly lift that off of him. Refurbish the cluttered state of his mind, and bring him back into himself after such a stressful couple of weeks.

So you did what you’d wanted to since you’d arrived..

You kissed him until you didn’t know where he began, and you ended; until you weren’t sure that there was ever a difference to begin with.

“Ohhh, please!~“ he moaned miserably, hands making the arms of the chair creak under his intense grip. “Wanna— uh!~ Want you to m-make me.. P-Please, angel! Pleasepleasepl—“

God, he was so hot.. Drool gathered at the edges of his puffy, bitten lips as you ground yourself onto his cock. Refusing to start bouncing again, to give him permission to unravel and paint your insides, until he asked you properly. Asked like the good boy he was. Despite the effect he was having on you, your head was shaking no before he’d even finished; a flurry of whining little whimpers erupting into the space between you, his hips twitching upwards in protest.

“So embarrassing— please d-don’t make me say it!”

Another barely there swirl of your hips..

“Ughhh~ no fair! S’not fair!” he panted pathetically, glossy doe eyes saying everything that he wasn’t. “T-That’s playing dirt—“

You cut him off with a twist of his nipples, sharp and tugging.

“You can fill my pussy up, puppy..~” your words were dripping with the pleasure coursing through you, cooing sweetly at him as you used him for your gratification. While you made him wait until his willful spirit had broken. Your actions were a total contrast with your tone, harsh and biting as you began corkscrewing of your hips, watching as the strength of dignity left him; determined to get your way with him, even if you had to break him to get it. “Be a good boy so I can make those big, aching balls give it all up for me, sensei~”

With a loud grunt, the floodgates burst open, giving you everything you wanted and more.. Begging you to use him as your own personal toy, to let him breed you until your womb was swollen with him; to let him make you a mommy. Once he started, you weren’t sure he knew how to stop — but your eyes rolled back with the electric wave of your orgasm just the same. Izuku and that big fucking mouth of his.. goddamn if you weren’t obsessed with this man.

“Ohh my fucking god!~” a shrill sound of something between delight, and overwhelming pleasure leapt out of him as you rode him through your release. You tugged him close by his hair, sharing a heated kiss before your low lidded gazes met, and you gave in. Gritting your teeth in overstimulated ecstasy as you demanded that he gave you what he owes you, greedy and impatient until he’s tipping his head back in bliss.

“T-That fucking pussy~ I’m cumming! Thank you! Fuuuck~ thank you thank you thank you..”

Professor!Izuku that can’t be in his office for the next week without getting a chub remembering the lewd things that were said, and how hard he came inside of you.. but he was sure not to forget his lunch the next day!

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #izuku midoria x reader #izuku midoriya smut #izuku midoryia x you #izuku midoriya drabble #izuku midoriya #teacher!izuku midoriya #teacher!deku #deku x reader #deku x y/n #deku x you #teacher deku #midoriya sensei

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fatkish · 4 months ago

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Aisles and Class 1A x Fem Quirkless reader platonic hcs who’s cold, reserved, but still polite and nice to others. She’s a strict badass who’s also street smart and masters a bunch of weapons like throwing knives, guns, pole arms, etc, to replace her lack of a Quirk. One of the top students as well as the scariest girl in class as she gives it her all in class, sending anyone who challenges her to the infirmary anytime they fought her. Unlike Izuku, who at least grew up with a parent’s love, she had nobody and had to survive on the streets and illegal underground rings, earning many nasty scars that she hides behind her bandages and clothing which she always covers up with stuff like scarfs, gloves, even if it’s super hot out. She craves any love but backs down due to heavy discrimination, bullying, etc. hcs?

(So I’m gonna assume that Aisles is Aizawa because I don’t recall a character with that name. Also I’m gonna make the reader similar to Illumi Zoldyck from HxH)

Aizawa & Class 1A x Quirkless Reader

Growing up in the underground was harsh and brutal. In order to survive you had to be willing to do whatever it took

Whether it was stealing food, or fighting, you did anything that could increase the chances of your survival

Living on the streets, you grew up facing villains and thugs in the alleys, they would see you as an easy target so you had to learn to protect yourself

After years of fighting and being subjected to multiple quirks, you’ve built up a high resistance to physical pain. Not that you can’t feel pain, you just tolerate more of it better than others

You’ve learned various techniques and skills when it comes to fighting but you’re not just skilled with combat

Having no parents, you had to learn to cook for yourself and became somewhat skilled in the culinary arts

In order to make up for not having a quirk, you learned to wield every possible weapon and mastered the use of each

And in order to have money, you fought in illegal and legal underground fighting rings. These fights landed you plenty of scars to the point that you’re covered in them

You wear bandages and long clothing to hide the scars, however your choice of style can make you look suspicious

Due to growing up the way you did, you developed a rather cold and reserved personality but you maintained your manners and are very polite

You don’t really show a lot of emotion which can make people uncomfortable being around you, but you don’t really care

Originally, you weren’t going to go to highschool but you came across Aizawa one night when you were cornered by some thugs. He was about to step in when you seemingly appeared behind the thugs, then they all fell down unconscious. Aizawa thought you used a teleportation quirk. He understood that you were essentially homeless and had no family so he offered for you to stay with him for the night

As he began to understand your predicament, he was amazed at how quickly you picked up on things. You were incredibly smart and observant but that’s probably due to having lived on the streets

When Aizawa learned that you didn’t have a quirk he originally didn’t believe you. But after testing his quirk on you, he realized you were telling the truth

Aizawa actually gave you a recommendation to UA since he deeply believes that you would make a good hero

When you took the recommendation exam, you met Inasa who surprisingly quickly managed to worm his way past your walls and became your friend during the exam

After having passed the exam with flying colors you were given Inasa’s phone number since he learned you didn’t have a phone

Aizawa had later that day, bought you a phone for you to connect with the friends you would hopefully make

When school came around, Inasa had been coaching you on how to make friends, despite your cold personality you managed to befriend Izuku on the first day (more like he just didn’t have the balls to tell you you were scary)

You saw how Bakugou treated Izuku and you didn’t like how scared Izuku was so you decided to make an example out of Bakugou

During All Mights hero class, you were paired with Izuku and Uraraka. You followed Izuku and protected him from Bakugou. When Bakugou ignored All Might and used his stored up sweat, you decided that you had enough. You quickly went behind Bakugou and started to let loose on him, in the end, you accidentally sent him to recovery girl’s office since you didn’t know how to hold back

When Izuku saw this, he realized you weren’t that scary and you’re just not that good with social situations, he then took it upon himself to make you apart of the Dekusquad and you decided to keep hanging around him

Shoto and Momo have become some of your closer friends. Momo takes you shopping and loves to dress you up

Mineta, Koda and Aoyama are terrified of you. The girls all love that Mineta is too afraid to perv on you, so they use you as a shield to ward off Mineta

Kirishima and Ojiro are constantly asking you to spar with them as well as Bakugou. They don’t care that you can’t hold back most of your strength, the don’t care that sparring with you is a one way ticket to Recovery Girl, they admire your strength and they want to get stronger

When you’re relaxing, Shoto likes to hang around you since you both have the same cluelessness in the sense of social interactions

Although you have a hard time initiating affection, Aizawa makes sure you receive plenty of it whether it’s just a simple head pat or a small hug. Aizawa and Midoriya help you with learning how to express yourself since you’ve closed yourself off as a means to protect yourself

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa sensei #platonic class 1a #class 1a x reader #midoriya izuku #izuku midoria x reader

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