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Sheep Deku 🐏🥦

[katsuizu-stuff]

[emeraldotter]

doodle dump

[lumdays]

"cause you could be the one that i love"

a jade leech x izuku midoriya one-shot 😨

idea from @quartztwst 💥💥💥

trope: uuuh mutual pining+childhood friends to crush to maybe lovers when they maybe have the balls to ask eachother out

warnings: english isn't my first language so watch out for grammar errors 😞, jade being cringe (when is he not), lack of azul ashengrotto but it's only because he's actively avoiding downbad jade, jade being the bubonic plague personified, floyd using slang because he does, MY HERO ACADEMIA, strange mha x twst crossover in which quirks are unique magics cause i hate calling a super cool power a QUIRK, BAD WRITING!!!!!!

"and i become hypnotised by freckles and bright eyes, tongue-tied"

jade loved izuku. a shocker to no one but him, apparently.

"whaddya mean how'd i know about you like-liking sea sheepie?" his twin brother floyd drawled, "you ain't slick, that's how."

"stop asking me strange questions on your shift, jade." azul gave him a flat look before readjusting his glasses, "but if you must, i'd say i realised your... feelings for midoriya when you tried to name another one of your mushroom dishes after him for the third time in a row even after i denied your submission the first and second time."

it was an unexpected realisation but not one he found that surprising—now that he thought about it, he had always loved izuku. not the way he loved him now obviously but even when they were younger, he had always appreciated him some way somewhat—whether it was for his notebooks filled with almost scarily accurate and detailed information about famous mages' unique magics, his funny little quirks, the astounding determination and strength laying dormant within him, the cleverness he displayed in difficult situations, his optimism, his laugh, his smile, his freckles, his green eyes akin to grass, to leaves, to seaweed, to sea glass and to well, jade.

he sighed as he leaned over the counter of mostro lounge in a particularly dramatic way, woe is the poor eel who fell head over heels for a human, right? though he imagined it wouldn't be so bad if said-human loved him back. they could hang out like they used to at takoba bay, except they'd call it a date this time.

he started spacing out at the thought of izuku and him, holding hands, under the shade of an umbrella on the beach, laughing, swimming, him diving under the water and dragging the smaller boy with him for a few seconds, maybe kissing—

"ow!" jade whipped around to glare at his brother, who was giving him a dirty look—as if he had been the one to kick him in the shin.

jade shot him a pointed smile, "what could that possibly have been for, brother dearest?" floyd rolled his eyes as he turned away, "dunno, maybe for being a cornball in public??" he cackled, loud and mocking, as jade threw an empty bottle at him, his aim a bit off—enough to miss his twin's back as he slipped back in the kitchen. he could already hear azul berating him for this—for daydreaming on shift or for throwing a possibly harmful item, missing floyd and it hitting the wall instead, he didn't know yet.

throwing possibly harmful items at others and missing... that reminded him of his and izuku's first meeting, though he hadn't meant to throw anything at anyone with his projectiles... the first time, at least. he smiled giddily.

truly, how lucky and fortunate jade leech was to be able to love izuku midoriya.

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"feelin' like a face in the crowd, i'm reaching for you, terrified"

izuku loved jade. he loved, jade. his childhood friend, the eelmer, the sneaky bastard with a silver tongue (endearment), the obscenely tall, nice (to him at least), caring (derogatory), sweet (questionable claim) guy named jade. he sighed into his palms before looking up and staring at a picture of them he stuck on the wall a few years ago, jade had been gushing about a new species of mushroom he had found on one of his hikes when his mom snapped it. he, on the other hand, had been... looking at the other boy. no, that wasn't the right word to describe the look in his eyes then—he had been admiring him. how could he not? the merfolk was so passionate when he talked about something he truly loved... he wondered if he would talk about him that way if they ever—oh.

this was bad, this was really really bad. he couldn't let this happen, but surely he could fix this some way somewhat, right? he racked his brain for a way to cover this mess up, he wasn't a good actor, he couldn't even entertain the idea of pretending he doesn't love him because that would only result in jade teasing him to death—which would be a really pathetic death, even for him. he couldn't avoid him either—that was simply impossible, one because he doesn't actually want to stay away from him and two because he knows for a fact that if he tried doing that, jade could and absolutely would find him and force him to talk to him again.

he flopped down on his bed to roll around on his mattress in self-pity, if it had been a passing crush like what he had felt for uraraka in his first year then maybe he could've ignored the pull—but the tide was clearly stronger than him this time, and the depths of his feelings was scary. the honesty this love would cost him terrified him. he shook his head, how hypocritical of him to fall for someone who could force the truth out of him anytime any day.

after a few more weeks (a month or two) of agony, he admitted defeat. there was no way to escape this, izuku would have to face his feelings, he would have to face jade.

and so he would, he would reach for his hand and it would be up to jade whether he'd take it or brush it off.

...he would rather if he took it though.

also scraps LOL:

though izuku would like to say so, jade hadn't always been his friend. with him running after katsuki and jade doing god-knows-what with his brother under the sea, they really had had no reason to meet when they were children.

until they did, and well, saying it hadn’t been the friendliest first meeting was an understatement.

they were both 10 when they first met, it was winter—just a little while before christmas. izuku had been looking for seashells or pretty rocks to gift his mom while narrowly avoiding the growing amount of trash on the surface of takoba bay's once beautiful shore.

jade, on the other hand, had been grudgingly dragging plastic bags to the surface—he was on cleaning duty that day. 'cleaning duty' mainly consisted of finding human junk in the sea and putting it back to where it came from—land. the little eel thought that cleaning up after others—especially complete strangers—was mind-numblingly boring, but kept quiet while his twin brother floyd complained, rather loudly, for everyone and anyone within reach to hear.

instead, he vengefully threw empty cans and other items like soggy shoes towards the beach. honestly, how unfair was it that he had to pick up some random landdwellers' trash? he didn't tell them to throw their junk in his home, did he? he kept on throwing stuff until one of his projectiles didn't meet the sand but a little boy's face.

in his defence, it had been an honest mistake—he really hadn't meant to throw a dirty swimsuit at someone's head.

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jade wouldn't ever want to tell anyone he had always been izuku's friend, he thought that would undermine everything they went through together—which would be a shame, truly. their bond was really precious to him as it is something he earned—it was not natural like his and floyd's nor was it born out of mutual benefit like his and azul's. it was something that grew with them and soon enough tied them together like an invisible string. he thought that their relationship was fine just like that, more than fine actually.

but it seemed as though he was the only one who felt that way, that strongly.

the eel listened as izuku talked about a classmate, he then watched as izuku walked with a boy and a girl on the beach. he kept on watching and listening as the smaller boy grew away and apart from him—still, they were friends, so izuku kept visiting him. but it felt different, now that jade knew the boy treated him like every other friend he had, he felt... a bit of everything all at once. he was happy his friend had a lot of friends now, really. he was also maybe a bit jealous of how many friends he had too. or maybe it was that he was jealous of the friends because of how much time they got to spend with him? he wasn't sure. he also felt fear, fear that maybe izuku would leave him again, but to bask in the presence of others this time.

he hated that idea.

[zollee]

Sheep-izuku is really dear to me

(Timelapse undercut)

[sloppygoaty]

i MIGHT have gotten a bit out of hand and drew way more than anticipated, but it was 100% worth it

[epickiya722]

Think Midoriya wore his red shoes when he was cat? 🤔

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon

fem reader

Thinking about massive beefcakes again...

Big, brawny warriors who're carved with both muscles and battle scars – who still have some blood on their hands they couldn't bother washing off before claiming their pretty little war prize.

Oh, but he's so gentle with you. No threats on his lips, just a smile as he lets his large hands do all the talking – that, and the bloody axe he left leaning against the wall of your humble hut. So big, you wouldn't even be able to carry it if you used both hands.

And speaking about needing to use both hands...

You straddle his lap while working his massive cock – trembling as you wrap your fingers around the base, one hand stacked on top of the other, fingertips curling around his shaft – unable to reach around it while rubbing over fat veins that pulse beneath your soft touch.

He coos at you – tells you you’re doing so, so good for him, how he’s going to reward you real soon – how he won't hurt you so long as you do what he wants.

Oh, and you're so scared – so very scared of those large scathed paws holding you steady at the hips as he rubs his thick manhood against your stomach – throbbing between your ribs – a good measurement for how far inside he would try to push. 

There’s just no way you can possibly cram all of that inside you, is there?

You hadn't even noticed you were crying. Fat tears slip from brimming in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks and splattering on the hair of his broad chest. 

He told you to breathe, and you realized you’d been holding it in. He told you to relax – but tears only kept falling when his hand reached under to cup your scared little sex – his calloused fingers a strange type of friction on the lips of your pussy, ticklish in a sense, sending energy splurging through your core. 

Oh, but ain't you just the sweetest little thing. “You’re so wet, baby~” He hummed, voice thick with heat as his finger slid playfully through the slick pooling from your slit.

You whimpered at his teasing, and he hushed you – cooing at you while his fat fingers started prepping your tight little hole for him with a thumb rubbing over your clit – still nothing harsh – just grazing the slit, letting your body know to prepare itself for him.

You almost wished he would just push you down, tower over you, and do it all swiftly – because you weren't sure just how much of this your poor heart could take. You heard its pitter-pattering in your head, felt it drum in your fingertips, in your toes, thumping where his hands were taunting your tender flesh – petting the silk as it wept for more.

You felt something curl – coil – wind like an adder in your gut along with butterflies. Soon, glossing his entire hand with arousal. 

You heard the chuckle as he filled you up with one of his digits – long and thick with muscle, bumpy at the knuckles as it eased inside you – swirling around your velvet walls, all wet and fluttering for him – then followed by another – still with his thumb drawing sweet circles into your swollen clit, making you clench around the two fingers tightly with an ever-so-sweet moan spilling from your lips.

He groaned at the sensitivity – the stimuli and response at his fingertips – how impressionable you were for him. So sweet and pliant – knowing you were but a sheep caught on wolf claws.

His eyes were heavy-lidded, a sloppy grin showing teeth as his lips brushed up your collar with wet praise – his tongue hot as he licked up your throat with warm breath ever so very intimately – puffing like a hound as he bit your earlobe playfully, letting you know with thick rust, “I think you’re ready to take me.”

Oh, how he loved the way you tensed – knowing he had you completely in his palm – hooked right on his fingers – and soon on his cock.

BNHA – Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, Enji, AFO, All Might, Mirio

JJK – Sukuna, Toji, Kenjaku

DS – Doma

HxH – Uvogin

[fever-dreamer97]

Bakugo, playing a game where he kills an innocent sheep: Shit.

Kirishima: Oh, dude, why?

Bakugo: Just-Don’t tell Deku.

Kirishima: What?

Bakugo: He will be crossed at me for killing that sheep. Don’t tell him.

Kirishima: Uh-

Izuku, watching from behind: Too late, you heartless monster.

Bakugo, pauses game: It was a force of habit, damn it!

[habken]

I adore your art and that you love Deku and I saw your post a while back about how peoole should draw you something for a chance...

Sheep are the only things I can draw freely and I had to ask a friend if I could draw on her Pad because I don't have one. But I hope this makes you smile.

Is it me and you? Or Deku and Bakugo transformed into sheep? Who knows?

These are so cute thank you ahhh I love their faces this is amazing 😭💕

[emeraldotter]

very normal very cool deer boy

[ayspooky1]

[ramblebramblefun]

Katsuki didn't start all this crap to get back at Deku or something, so don't get it fucking twisted. He's doing this for Deku's own damn good and that's that.

Don't you get it? Deku wants to be a fucking hero.

If Deku becomes a fucking hero, he'll die.

That's the long and fucking short of it. Even Deku's precious Eraserhead, if he really exists, has got a quirk to fall back on even if he fights quirkless most of the time. Allegedly.

Deku ain't got nothing. He's fucking quirkless. Quirkless, useless, stupid, vulnerable.

He can't be a fucking hero.

Katsuki can, because Katsuki's got the goddamned quirk for it, but Deku-

How was Katsuki supposed to know? He was like, three when he got his quirk, ahead of the pack right from the start. He'd thought that Deku's quirk would come in at four like everyone else's did. A whole year of dreaming.

Course, then Deku had to ruin it. That fucker.

Katsuki can feel those bug-eyes burning... Right about... There!

"Quit following me!" He screams, because he's beginning to suspect that Deku's deaf as well as stupid.

Stupid fucking- A quirkless wonder can't be a hero. No amount of following Katsuki around scribbling in little stalker notebooks is going to change that.

"Yeah!" Fingers yells. "Quit following us!"

Fingers is a fucking sheep. Baa baa baa, all fucking day, saying everything Katsuki says one beat behind.

Katsuki doesn't know why he keeps him around. Deku would be more interesting, but he can't let Deku follow him because then the little fuck will follow him right into U-fucking-A, and Katsuki can't- He won't-

It's not fucking happening.

Deku creeps out from behind the bush with his head tucked right down into his collar, like some kind of turtle, and if he had a turtle quirk then at least he'd have some kind of armour to protect him but he doesn't because he's fucking quirkless.

And he wants to be a hero.

Can't forget that. Not until Katsuki beats it out of him at least.

He has to.

If he doesn't do it now, someone else, a villain most likely, will teach Deku the real fucking hard way and Katsuki can't-

"Deku." He growls, popping off explosions.

Deku meeps at him, honest to god. Little fucking-

Katsuki lunges, and Deku shrieks but doesn't fucking run, because he's an idiot that only ever stands his ground at the worst fucking times and if he actually lets Katsuki catch him with these hands then Katsuki might actually kill him himself and save the world the trouble.

Katsuki will make it quick. Way quicker than a villain, at any rate.

And then Katsuki will go to jail and not be able to be a hero and it will be entirely Deku's fault and-

Fortunately for himself and Katsuki's future career, Deku throws himself backwards at the last fucking second. Katsuki's hands slap nothing but air.

"Yeah, you better run." He hisses, despite Deku not really doing any such thing.

He's just standing there, really. Looking at Katsuki with those big bug-eyes, clutching his notebook to his chest.

"Sorry, Kacchan! I didn't mean-"

"Go away, Deku." Katsuki snarls. He raises a crackling palm demonstratively.

"Take a fucking hint."

He's standing close enough now that he could actually land a hit, and Deku fucking knows it, the way he's watching Katsuki's hands.

"Right." Deku mutters to himself.

He starts muttering some other things too, but Katsuki is not fucking listening. He strides away while Deku's distracted, shoving at Fingers and What's-his-face to get them moving too.

They immediately begin warbling about how Katsuki 'sure showed him', or something equally obnoxious and not worth the time to process. Where can he go that Deku won't think to follow?

Nowhere, the fucking stalker knows everything about him.

Okay, new plan.

"Alright, extras," he says sweetly. "I'm letting you decide where we're going next."

This prompts a chorus of bleating, sheep being terrible at making their own decisions. What's-his-face eventually coughs something out, and Katsuki shoves him to the front.

The extra fucking hesitates.

Katsuki pops his palms meaningfully.

The sheep startles, and scurries, and Katsuki follows after like a herding dog, because that's the only way he deigns to follow anyone.

He's in charge of this circus, make no mistake.

That does not, however, mean that he wants to go to the fucking circus. The things he does for that little-

Whatever. Forget him. Katsuki's going to enjoy the rest of this day Deku-free.

Or else.

[mettywiththenotes]

You've heard of Zoo Keeper Izuku taking care of Raki Raki

Now get ready for Farmer Tomura who works on his grandma's farm along with his sister and has been Chosen by Dekusheep who won't stop following him everywhere and tries to cheer him up when he's stressed. Intentionally knocks Tomura down as a way to get him to pay attention to him or rest (the amount of bruises he has from that alone) and kinda just forces his way into the guy's life. At first the sheep was scared of him, stayed well away and such, but eventually Deku began to see how down and depressed Tomura was and wanted to fix that (or so Nana likes to say). Is Tomura infuriated by this? Yes. Has Dekusheep brought some sort of comfort to him in his time on the farm, away from his suffocating father? Also yes. He won't admit it out loud though

[eris-snow]

1. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐞?

Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, juxtaposition, angst, fluff, confusion

Remembering what life used to be like is akin to playing with fire. It's nostalgic, but if you're not careful, it burns.

“Have you heard about the ghost in the hall?”

Katsuki’s eyebrows furrows as his head snaps to Denki in confusion. “What?” He spits.

“You know, that rumour going around!” Denki says excitedly. “The school hall? The piano? It says that it’s haunted by a ghost!”

“Kaminari, you know that rumour is a load of hogwash,” sighs Kirishima as he plops himself beside his friend. “Someone probably made it up.”

“You guys don’t appreciate a good horror story!” Denki huffs.

“I don’t appreciate fuckery,” Katsuki states bluntly. “Now scram before I **make a horror story out of you.”

—

The classroom is quiet when people go out for recess. It’s not silent, but a void of chatter and life that it usually holds. The class monitor glances around the classroom, nods, and turns the lights off.

It’s funny that he misses one person who sits there, staring out of the window while sitting in her seat.

—

“What do you need all this shit for?” Katsuki grunts, putting down the boxes filled with god-knows-what. All Might gives him a small smile.

U.A.’s hall is futuristic and sleek. Due to the numerous windows, the room soaks up all the natural light from outside. Even with the lights off, He can see everything easily at a glance. Everything is minimalistic and aesthetic: puritan wood planks, round, white pillars and a roof so high he’s curious about how cleaners get up there. He’s surprised dust isn't falling down like snow.

“It’s trophies for the General Studies, Business and Support courses. Speech Day is coming soon, Young Bakugou,” All Might pats the box he hauled here, taped and sealed so no one can see the sparkly awards inside of it, “so Nezu required these trophies to be transferred here for the event. Thank you for helping me—”

“Yeah, yeah, it ain’t anything,” He huffs dismissively. “Go now, Izuku’s probably waiting at Gym Beta like the lost sheep he is.”

All Might nods, completely unfazed at his student’s blunt, unfiltered language. “Are you sure you can handle—”

“I faced the epitome of death,” Katsuki says flatly. “I think I can handle a couple of boxes.”

“Thank you once again, Young Bakugou!”

With a wave, he makes his way out of the dimly lit hall.

Bakugou exhales out a tired breath, refocusing on his task. After the war with Shigaraki, the heroes had busied themselves with the reconstruction of buildings and rebranding of heroes as a whole. Most of the time he spent while interning was boring as fuck—walk around blocks, help an old man walk down a flight of stairs or save a fucking cat from a short-ass tree, etc, etc.

A part of him was glad to be given a break given the situation, especially when he was first out of the hospital. His doctor was as stiff as a light pole, and even with Katsuki’s threats to stuff explosions down the guy’s throat, he refused to budge an inch about his no vigorous activity policy and dumb pills 3 times a day.

But come on. It’s been 15 bloody months after All For One decided to roll over with a bolder named Gigantomachia. 10, if you’re counting from Deku’s ‘All Might” moment of standing victorious on the battlefield with his fist in the air after Shigaraki laid unconscious at his feet. The occasional jewellery store robbery can only get so interesting.

He stacks the last of the boxes on the table in centre stage, dusts his hands and stares out at the chairs that line the halls. The Hero Course’s speech day takes place the day after the other courses, and as the U.A.’s Sports festival champion, he has to attend by default.

He never liked Speech Day, with its unnecessarily long talks, but he does enjoy the feeling of recognition for his hard work. The lights shining on him, the deafening applause and the muted silence of those who hate him—the awards he earns are indisputably his, and no one could take the spotlight away from him.

The creaking of the maple flooring makes his head snap to the direction of the noise. Behind the velvet curtains, someone hovers near the grand piano. The figure looks tiny when standing next to the instrument, and Katsuki has to squint to make out the shadow behind the lush red drapes.

“Oi! What’re you doing here, extra? Playing hide-and-seek?”

The silhouette's movements stutter, which makes Katsuki roll his eyes as he takes long strides backstage and rips the curtain away.

“Would it kill you to speak—?”

The decibel level in his voice flips to zero like the arrow in a speedometer. His eyes catch yours for the first time, for some reason, his heart stammers at the sight of you.

“Oh, what the hell—” He starts, before you stare at him dumbly with wide eyes brimming with unbridled shock. You open your mouth, chew your bottom lip and rasp out 5 words.

“How can you see me?”