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Izuku Midoriya, as a dad 🪴

Genre: fluff/comfort

Warnings// Mild description of birth, a miscarriage, but anything else is just fluff!

AGED UP AU!

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Izuku Midoriya:

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-When you first told him the news it looked like he was gonna pass out, he was excited to be a father again, but also scared that yku were gonna loose this one too.

-When you're pregnant, he will do his best to protect you, like he will literally baby proof every little thing in your house just so you or the baby don't get hurt. (SO SWEET😭)

-He will always have a hand on the tummy to check if it's alive and well, when he sees you waddle in your house he immediately follows you and walks behind you just so you don't fall because he can't handle another miscarriage.

-When you have morning sickness he will do his absolute best to make you food that doesn't make you nauseous.

-His friends from UA will always come to check up on you or visit you, to make sure everything is okay. Even bakugo visits sometime, to see the little gremlin he was gonna he an uncle to.

-His mother LOVES you, and she's really excited to be a grandmother. She always helps you when izuku isn't home because of patroling or work, theres so many times where you've had a false contraction and she immediately falls into panic but at the end everything gets sorted out.

-She also often just visits without asking to check on how everything's going, izuku has given up on deciding when his mother can visit because he knows it's a conversation he cant win.

-At night you often have nightmares because of your last miscarriage, izuku wakes up to you whining in your sleep and tossing around. He puts his arms around you and strokes your belly slowly while telling you sweet words of comfort.

-When your labour started you didn't know how to react, firstly some liquid spilled out and you got confused, then after a few minute's a strong wave of pain washed over you, that was when it clicked.

-You quickly grabbed your phone and dialed Inko's number, telling her what had happened in those few minutes. I'm not kidding, in under 3 minutes she already was bursting throught your door with a panicked expression her face. She quickly called an ambulance and sat you down in the sofa to steady your breathing.

-Just like izuku, she mumbled very much. You had to stop yourself from yelling at her. When the ambulance arrived, she quickly helped you get up and walk towards the door before some paramedics took care of the situation. While you and inko were seated in the ambulance (you laying in the bed thingy) she kept reassuring you that everything would be okay and that the birth would go well.

-Inko already had called izuku about your condition but he wasn't answering, probably because he was very busy at the time. As you arrived to the hospital the contractions got so much worse, you swore you saw jesus bringing you to the other side for a second.

-As the nurses made you comfortable in your room you couldn't help but worry about izuku, did something happen that made him unable to answer your calls? Did he get seriously hurt? So many questions flowed your head which worried you.

-As time passed you got more and more dialted and the contractions became closer and closer. Inko warned the nurses and made them look after you and check up on you. Panic set your body as you were told how far you were dialated. 10 centimeters.

-more time passed and soon you were laying in the hospital bed, cussing and throwing a curse on the poor nurses and inko that surrounded you, but what could you say? Labour hurt.

-Your whines and sobs quickly quieted down as a loud cry filled the room, you looked down to see a crying baby that flared It's arms in the air. It's face was red and angry as air filled It's lungs, it was covered in many different liquids and had a good pair of lungs.

-The nurses washed and packed the baby in a soft blanket before handing it to you, soon after the birth, you found out it's gender. A beautiful baby boy.

-You leaned back with your baby in your arms, his cries quietly calming down as soft coos came out of his mouth. Even if it hurt it was worth it.

•Some time later•

- Inko sat in a chair close to the bed where you were laying on sleeping, her peaceful snores echoing thought the room.

-Suddenly, a loud phone call was heard coming from Inko's phone placed on the table next to where she was sitting. The contact calling her was named as "my sweet munchkin" which you chuckled at, it was of course your beloved husband.

-But unfortunately the loud ringing woke up your baby, his face scrunching up before beginning to wail loudly. Inko picked up the phone and answered with a little "Hello?"

-Izukus panicked voice could be heard in the background, talking about how he was on his way to the hospital and asking if you were fine. It made you snicker.

-When he arrived to your room he couldn't help but fall to his knees crying happy tears when he saw the baby, your sons eyes were green while he had your hair color. It was everything izuku wanted.

-He moved closer to where you sat, gently picking the baby out of your arms to hold his son himself. He sniffled as he buried his face into your shoulder.

This was his happiest day of his life

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Comment If you want me to do more characters!:)

⋆˙⟡ Katsuki Bakugou x Chubby!Fem!Reader⟡⋆˙

Warnings; body insecurities, swearing.

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Katsuki Bakugou. One of- if not the strongest and most talented student in class 1A. He was extremely attractive, really smart, confident, effortlessly good at anything he put his mind to- did i mention he was hot as hell?

So why- WHY was he with you?

You were average looking. No. No no. You were sub-par when it came to looks.

You didn't have a toned and curvy body like the other girls in your class, your metabolism just didn't work that way.

You filled out your uniform in ways the other students in your class never had problems with. Your arms filled out your sleeves with their squishy mass, your stomach straining against your skirt with its pudge.

You weren't japan's standard of beautiful.

All of the japanese models and heroes on TV were skinny, gorgeous, muscular and lean- nothing like your soft and round body.

So why did Katsuki Bakugou agree to go out with you? Why did Bakugou kiss you in front of your classmates, all while shamelessly grabbing the curves of your filled in hips? Why did he chase off anyone who even looked at his girl wrong?

Why?

You didn't know, and it was eating you up inside. You didnt understand why Katsuki's gorgeous vermillion eyes were always focused on you.

That ate you up inside.

You always felt so bad, like you were both literally and metaphorically weighing Katsuki down with your body; feeling like every time the two of you were passed by in public, Katsuki was being judged. You knew he was, you could see the questioning looks that were thrown at him. After all, why was such a gorgeous guy walking around with someone so..beneath him?

These thoughts ate away at your selfesteem, seeing girls who were a lot prettier than you, walk up to your boyfriend and try to chat him up- because they didn't even see you as a threat to their chances with Katsuki..

..It hurt.

Jumping away from your self-pity-session, you sat up in bed, your eyes red and puffy from crying. You ran your fingers through your hair and looked down at your hands, each of your fingers having a slight give with the little bit of pudge on them.

You felt your eyes sting with tears all over again.

Katsuki would be so much better off without you.

You were holding him back.

He deserved so much better.

Guilt and shame ate you up from the inside out, a quiet sob leaving you. You had been mulling over the thought of breaking up with your boyfriend for some time now, and now..? You were sure it was time. There was no sense in holding Katsuki back anymore..he was owed more than you could give him, you told yourself.

You slowly dragged your teary, red eyes over to your nightstand, where your phone was plugged in. Your bottom lip trembled and you let out another pitiful sob as you grabbed your phone, unlocking it with shaky hands and tapping on the messages app, then Katsuki's contact; KitKat💥.

You smiled a little through your gut-wrenching tears, your hands trembling as you recalled his reaction to the contact name;

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"Oi, dumbass, the hell are you doing?" Katsuki asked from his spot on your bed, his thighs parted and taking up as much space as the arrogant teen pleased. You paced around your room with furrowed brows, looking around curiously "I cant find my phone." You replied.

Katsuki sighed and grumbled, rolling his eyes at your habit of losing your phone, wallet, keys- really anything that you were supposed to hang onto. "let me call it." he mumbled, trying to ignore the soft smile that pulled at your lips, and the small flutter in his heart.

After he pressed the call button on your contact, the two of you heard 'your song.' (tears over beers) begin to play from your phone. Katsuki reached down between the wall and your bed, and after a bit of a struggle, pulled out your phone.

You gasped and smiled "Awesome! you found it!” You chirped as you walked over, however, you paused at the sight of Katsuki’s confused expression. “Something wrong, Kat?”

Katsuki gives a funny look to your screen, before holding up your phone, his contact name on full display. “KitKat?” He questioned with a raised brow.

You gasped and flushed a bright red as you eyed your phone “Ah! I’m sorry!” You exclaimed as you covered your face, your words getting muffled mid through your sentence “I-I’ll change it- I-if you want me to..”

Katsuki looked at the contact name, his heart softening in his chest, the same happening to his expression. He scoffed and declined the call before handing the phone back to you “whatever, you don’t need to change it. It’s just a stupid name.”

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That memory played over in your mind, remembering how your gruff boyfriend brushed it off.

Oh right..

He wouldn’t be your boyfriend for much longer.

Your smile dipped off of your face as you sighed, repeating in your head ‘It’s for the best’ like a mantra.

Shakily, you hovered your thumbs over the keyboard. How were you going to word this?

‘Hey, Bakugou-‘

No no no, too formal.

‘Hi Katsuki, I really needed to-‘

No, not that either. Too basic.

You tried over and over to write out a proper break up message. Your eyes stung with tears, your bottom lip trembled as you sniffled and tried to compose yourself.

You almost jumped out of your skin when a message popped up on your screen.

KitKat💥

What the hell are you doing up this late? 2:08

You froze. The better question was, what was HE doing awake at this hour!? Katsuki almost always went to bed no later than 8:30, so what the hell was he doing awake?

You sent back a quick;

Y/n🤍

Nothing much! I just wanted to tell you that I loved you!! Read 2:09

The three dots popped up, before disappearing, before reappearing, and then a message popped up.

KitKat💥

Rough night? 2:09

Yeah. That was definitely one way to put it.

You covered your mouth with your hand and felt your bottom lip quiver under it. You sent a simple, ‘Yes’, and then the three dots popped up again.

KitKat💥

I’m coming over. 2:10

And that’s exactly how you got here, with you crying in Katsuki’s arms, his hand slowly running over your back, his chin resting on top of your head. “You don’t need to worry about any of those shitty insecurities.” he mumbled quietly, gingerly stroking your hair. He’d listened to you bawl your eyes out about everything that had been weighing on your heart.

Katsuki sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t want anyone but you..dumbass,” he murmured, his voice soft and- surprisingly gentle. “You’re strong and smart. I wouldn’t waste my time on someone who wasn’t.”

His words made you smile softly. In his own way, Katsuki did care- more than anyone.

“And if anyone has a problem with your sexy body, they can suck it up. You’re beautiful..dumbass..” Katsuki slowly rubbed his hand up and down the curves and swells of your stomach and sides. His eyes were surprisingly tender as he gazed at you.

You looked up at him and smiled, with small tears in your eyes.

“I..I love you so much, Kat” you managed to get out between soft sniffles and little whimpers.

Katsuki laid under the blanket with you, slowly running his hand over your stomach still. “I love you too..don’t ever get that twisted..nerd..”

Katsuki was silently thanking whatever kept him awake. He wouldn’t’ve known what to do with himself if he lost you.

And that, was a fact.

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Izuku x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Hello! I hope you liked this one! I’m not used to writing for Katsuki very often, so I don’t know if I got his personality right. I think I might’ve made him too soft…idk!

What I’m (hopefully) gonna release today;

Mha headcannons (for quite a few characters, including Mina, Kaminari, Sero, Izu, Shota and Iida)

K. Bakugou x chubby!fem!reader

H. Sero x chubby!fem!reader.

If I don’t release all of those today, then I’ll release whatever I miss tmr, cause those are the fics I’m working on in order, then I’m knocking out all of my reqs bc they’re building up and I feel bad, dw, they’re coming.

Anyways, here’s some stuff to look forward to!

Guys guys guys make bunny Izu happeN pLS

Low key interested in writing for cowboy izuku idk....

Also my MHA master list

⋆˙⟡ Nightmares. Teacher!Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader ⟡⋆˙

Warnings; spoilers, smoking mentions, swearing, death.

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“Sensei!”

“Deku!!”

“Help!!”

“Help us! Please!!”

“Deku! Deku sensei! Help!”

“Deku!!”

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Izuku bolted up right in bed, panting heavily, his stomach churning. His heart was pounding in his chest like a drum.

He was shaking, his hands trembling as he looked down at the scars wrapped around his fingers, palm, and wrist, a reminder of the hell he’d put his body through.

Izuku’s eyes then landed on the gold ring on his left ring finger. A band identical to yours. He looked over at your sleeping face, frowning as he reached over and ran his fingers through your hair.

How could he protect you if he couldn’t even protect himself?

His nightmare was reoccurring, occasionally he’d be thrust into a burning UA campus, looking around as villains raided the campus, just like back at the USJ.

Izuku would watch as his coworkers and students were mercilessly slaughtered, all callinf out for him to do something, to be a hero.

But he couldn’t.

He was powerless now.

He shook his head and sighed, peeling himself from the warm sheets next to you, to get up and walk over to his jacket that was hanging on his desk chair. He grabbed out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter before walking to the balcony of your shared apartment.

He walked out onto the balcony, trying to be as quietly as possible, leaving the door open for the breeze.

Izuku took a cigarette from the pack and grabbed his lighter, cupping his hand around the end, and lighting it.

He took a few little puffs from it, before taking a proper drag.

It was gross. He felt gross smoking. But he saw Aizawa do it, and the older man said it worked to relieve stress, Izuku tried it, and got hooked.

Izuku let out a slow breath, looking out over the city. What was he gonna do if his students were put in danger? He couldn’t stop a villain without a quirk..

Guilt and anxiety swirled in his chest, before he felt warm arms wrap around him from behind.

He leaned back against you, feeling you gently place your face in his hair.

You would have reprimanded him for smoking, worried about your sweet husband..but in that moment, Izuku didn’t need a lecture, he needed someone there for him.

Neither of you said anything, not like anything even needed to be said anyway.

You simply held him and allowed the scent of his cigarette to slowly drift around the two of you as the city below sparkled with life.

Izuku didn’t know if the nightmares were going to get better, but when he felt you gently kiss his cheek, he knew that you’d be there to support him, like you were now.

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Just wanted to put this out there.

Izuku, loves chubby girls.

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Entering middle school, Izuku would always be teasingly askwd what his type was, where the assholes in question would say things like “he’s definitely gay.” And “he’s into blind girls cause they’re the only ones who’d date him!”

He always just rolled his eyes at these comments and questions, but as he got a little older, and his hormones started to shift him from a boy to a young man, he started to actually wonder what his type was.

Izuku would often find himself on the internet, scrolling through different modeling sites, looking at the different girls showing off hero merch or other clothing. He knew it was a bit perverted, but he blamed it on his curiosity.

However, none of them ever caught his eye.

It wasn’t that they were ugly, they were gorgeous women, but none of them really set him off.

Fast forward to UA, and our green eyes king is meeting some new people, making friends, busting his ass to become a hero.

About one semester of school in, and Aizawa announces the school’s transfer student program.

Awesome! Another student to add to the amazinf list of quirks and personalities? Izuku can’t wait to meet them!

The day eventually rolls around when this mystery student is supposed to be moving into the dorms; the class had made dinner and set up some fun games to get to know each other. It was going to be fun!

Izuku and the rest of the class had waited, Izuku excitedly rambling to Iida and Uraraka about potential quirks, nationalities and really anything he could think of.

However, when he sees you walking next to Aizawa with a few bags, his heart drops.

You were..gorgeous.

His eyes were instantly drawn to your thick thighs, with no gap between them as they filled out your jeans, the slight pudge of your stomach that made you look so soft and warm, how your arms filled out your sleeves, and your round, baby face with chubby cheeks.

Izuku had no idea what to say as the rest of the students welcomed you to their class. He felt a bit bad for blatantly staring at your plush body, but god-damn he couldn’t help it.

He managed to choke out a greeting after everyone else, making your eyes land on him.

You noticed his eyes stuck on your body, and you smiled a bit, his bright red blush not lost on you.

Fast forward to graduation, you’d gotten pretty close with Izuku.

He was the boy you’d consider your best friend, sweet, affectionate, shy, and everything you could ask for in a friend; you trusted him, and he trusted you.

At the graduation party, Kaminari and Mineta had spiked the drinks there, a cliche thing do to, especially for fresh out of high school graduates.

You had a single cup from the start of the party, but after Mina had a few cups and ended up getting drunk, you decided to stick to water instead.

Poor Izuku on the other hand, was probably a few cups deep himself, and he was wasted.

When you found him, he was drunkenly crying, clinging onto Bakugou and whining about how much he loved you.

When you finally got over your shock, you walked over to Izuku, who lit up when he saw you.

“Baby!” He slurred out as he stumbled over to you, hugging you tightly “h-how is my gorgeous girl?” He mumbled into your neck as his hands rested on the rolls of your back.

You flushed bright red, stammering out some syllables.

Izuku giggled and cupped your cheeks with his calloused and scarred hands “look at your cute face~” he slurred out with a dopey grin, “s-so prettyy..”

You melted into his touch and looked up at him with hooded eyes..damn him and his stupidly adorable features. Damn him.

You don’t even know how you got here, laying in your bed with Izuku on top of you. Your shirt was nowhere to be found, and his hands were traveling your torso so softly and slowly as he pressed little kisses to your soft stomach.

You gently combed your fingers through his hair, watching as he gently kneaded the soft, warm pudge of your stomach, the way he smiled and rested his cheek on your chubby belly making you both vulnerable and incredibly shy feeling.

“Y-you’re so..pretty..” he said as he placed a kiss on one of the stretch marks on your stomach. “These are so c-cool..like..like lightning..”

You laughed a little at his dopey grin, seeing him so enamored with something you’d previously been insecure about, and he was lavishing your body with kisses.

When Izuku eventually did fall asleep, his cheek on your stomach and hands holding your sides, you simply pulled up the blanket over his shoulders and looked up at your ceiling, smiling a little and feeling weirdly appreciated by your drunken best friend.

My point is, Izuku has a thing for chubby girls. He loves the cellulite covering your thighs, your stretch marks over your stomach and thighs and arms, the way your cheeks rounded when you smiled- he couldn’t get enough of your soft body.

Izuku loves you for who you are, but it helps that you happen to be his ideal body type.

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Felt like writing this randomly, I started it yesterday when my mom and I were watching MHA word Heroes’ mission, but finally finished it today. Wanted to write some fluff for all of my fellow chubby girls out there. <3

Just took notice of how you mostly write izuku so here's an idea/request

How about teacher izuku meeting his co-worker (reader) in a bar and they're both just as surprised cause the reader would never think he'd drink. But like he doesn't excessively drinks or something like that,just doing it from time to time. And from there on they kinda just get along really well. You can do whatever with this,make a smau or fanfic or anything really. Nsfw can be included if you're up to it<3

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I hope you’re the same anon that requested the other asks.

Also. IM TRYING TO GET TO ALL OF THE REQUESTS I PROMISE IVE HAD SUCH BAD WRITERS BLOCK ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY.

Anyways. Here’s Teacher!Izuku x Teacher!Fem!Reader

Smut warning! Minors DNI.

Spoilers for MHA

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Here’s a banger for you guys to listen to,

and let’s get into this;

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Izuku sighed softly, staring down at the sweet, golden brown of the whiskey in his glass. He wasn’t usually a drinker, but tonight he just needed to let loose a bit.

His mind had started to wander a bit, and he found himself thinking back to his own high school days, questioning if he was happy with his life or if he was just accepting that this was his life now, whether he liked it or not.

Izuku enjoyed being a teacher, yes, but he always found himself alone- more often than he would’ve liked to admit. He knew it was just the effect of all of his friends getting older and naturally growing apart, but it just..sucked.

He still had Katsuki, the two of them regularly talking and sometimes grabbing lunch. There was also Aizawa and his other coworkers.

There was also-

You sat down next to Izuku, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. Today shr been chaotic with the groups of students you handled. You glanced over, feeling eyes on you.

Your eyes met green ones, and you paused.

“Midoriya?” You asked with wide eyes, surprised to see someone as warm and intelligent as Izuku in the bar of all places- and was that whiskey?

Izuku’s own, slightly drunk expression was shocked, gawking at you “Y/n?? What are you doing here?” It wasn’t like the two of you weren’t supposed to drink or anything, you just didn’t expect to see each other in the bar of all places outside of UA.

You smiled a bit and rested your elbow on the bar, the shock wearing off as you remembered- you were both adults, no reason to get bent outta shape over it. “Came to get a drink, unwind a little” you shrugged.

Izuku nodded and smiled a little, resting his own chin in his palm while swirling the whiskey in his glass. “Same here” he said with a soft laugh, his reflective thoughts from earlier pushed to the back burner of his tipsy mind. “Just wanted to relax after dealing with those troublesome teenagers”

You grinned and chuckled a little, nodding in agreement “ain’t that the truth”. You said before turning to the bar tender, ordering a simple brandy.

Izuku raised a brow at your drink choice, smiling a little. He was a little more loose-lipped, thanks to already being a few drinks in “brandy? You like fruity alcohol?” He asked, smiling a bit.

You smirked a bit and angled your head to the side “so what if I do? Am I not allowed to have different tastes than you, Midoriya?” You asked, your tone light and playful, definitely not exactly professional, since you didn’t have to maintain that boundary now that you were off the clock. You were just two people now, out at the bar.

Izuku laughed a bit and gave you that sweet, boyish smile that made a bit of heat crawl up your collar “that’s not what I’m saying Y/n” he smiled warmly at you, his eyes a bit glassy from the alcohol “also. Izuku’s fine, we’re not at work, so you can just call me Izuku.”

You hummed softly, smiling a little. He wanted to be closer with you. It was obvious by the expression on his face and the way his cheeks turned red as he offered his given name to you.

“Oh, sure thing, Izuku.” You teased, assign that extra emphasis on his name. You got your drink and sipped it, smiling at the dopey grin on his face “someone’s pleased with himself”

Izuku simply laughed at your words, taking a sip of his, almost empty, whiskey. He couldn’t deny your words, he was pleased with the new level of intimacy between the two of you. He'd been wanting to get to know you better, for a while, actually.

You were a bit older than Izuku, and you'd been working at UA for a few years before Izuku had earned a job there, and he admired the way you worked, the way you oriented your classes and how you carried yourself; confident, self-assured, and sexy-

"What can I say?" Izuku asked with a shrug of his shoulders, smiling a little, feeling less stiff and pressured now that you were in a public setting. "I'm allowed to be pleased with myself when I get a bit closer with someone as gorgeous as yourself" He hadn't meant to come off as forward as he did, but he had a few drinks in him.

You blushed a little, preening under the compliment directed at you "Oh? You think I'm gorgeous?" you asked, your tone soft, playful, with flirty undertones and a bit of teasing; it was lighthearted, and the two of you were just messing around.

Izuku blushed and shyly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. "ah..I..did not mean to say that out loud" he muttered before laughing a little.

You blinked, before cracking a grin, with the way he was acting playful, yet still a bit shy and bashful made your heart race, and you knew you were in for a good night.

And boy were you right.

Several drinks in, and the two of you were ready to leave the bar. You two had been playfully flirting and conversing with huge, stupid smirks on your faces, feeling like giddy teenagers as you grabbed his hand.

You had called a taxi, since you were the more sober one of the two, which wasnt saying much.

Somehow, you and Izuku made it to your apartment, the tension between the two of you growing to a climax. The two of you stumbled into your apartment, Izuku drunkenly babbling to you "Y/n..a-are you...let-letting me s- hic stay? Please let me stay..I w-wan' to be c- hic close..t-to you"

You smiled a bit and chuckled "Y-yeah? you wanna stay?" you taunted, grinning mischievously at your coworker and friend. Izuku took this as you being unconvinced. What he did next would be what set off the two of you for the night;

Izuku grabbed onto your shirt, heavily leaning on you for support with his heavily lidded eyes and tousled hair, his cheeks red and breaths shaky "please..Y/n..i-ill..be such hic a good boy..please..please.."

Your eyes widened and your mouth went dry.

Now. How could you say no to a face that cute, especially when he was asking so politely?

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Your room was filled with the lewd squelching sounds of Izuku's throbbing, aching cock sliding in and out of your gushing cunt, your nude body bouncing on his lap while his gasps and feminine whimpers filled the air "Y/n! Fuck- Please! Mommy- mommy! please!!" he didnt know what he was pleading for, but his eyes were filled with tears, his head thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes rolling back as his cock bullied your cunt around the shape of its fat shaft.

You panted heavily, your hands on his muscular and scarred chest, your brows furrowed and lewd groans slipping passed your lips. "youre doing so good, being such a good boy for me sweetheart" you praised, your voice breathless as you rolled your hips and rode his hardened length.

You had no idea how youd gotten here, one minute you were kissing izuku, stumbling into your bedroom as he whimpered, promising to be a good boy if you took care of him, then the next his dick was the only thing on your mind.

Izuku brought a hand up to cover his eyes, his heavy breaths and whimpers meeting your ears, adding to that fog of alcohol and pleasure. "Please! I wanna cum- please! Please let me cum mommas- Ive been such a good boy-" he gasped out, his voice high and whiny as your tight walls constricted around his dick, making his body jolt and writhe under you.

You felt your own release building, your groans and gasps mixing with his whimpers and moans "Y/n!" Izuku grabbed the sheets, turning his face to the side, burying it in your pillow as tears of pleasure streamed down his bright red cheeks

"Baby- baby imabout to-" you reached down, your fingers finding his sensitive nipples and beginning to pinch and tease them, looking for that final push to tip him off into release.

Izuku's back arched, a cry of pleasure leaving him as he finally felt the tight ball of pleasure explode in his stomach, his cock twitching and shooting out hot ropes of sticky cum, right inside of you.

You panted heavily, removing yourself from on top of him and laying down next to him.

The two of you laid in your bed, before you gently coaxed izuku's tired body into cuddling with yours, your hand finding his hair as he cuddled up to you.

You knew that it probably meant nothing, a simple drunken mistake, and that izuku probably didnt harbor the same passionate feelings youd held for him.

little did you know, Izuku was smiling into your chest, his lashes wet with the tears of ecstasy youd earned from him, and one thought on his mind.

I hope we do this in the morning.

im sosososososososo sorry its taken me so long getting to these asks. i still have 4 left to write for. im SO SORRY- ive been struggling with mental health and other silly stuff, but im trying! so dont worry! i plan on using this week to catch up on asks and stuff, cause next weekend im celebrating my birthday, and the wednesday after next is my bday, so ill probably not be very active next week. or i might, who knows!

I was just thinking about…Bunny!Izuku (🌸❤️‍🔥)

BECAUSE IM LITERALLY SEEING IT EVERYWHERE. ON PINTEREST ITS b u n n y ! I z u k u. ON TUMBLR ITS b u n n y ! I z u k u .

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Bunny!Izuku I like to imagine, loves to misplace your things. He’ll place your keys under the couch, your hair ties in the kitchen cabinet, and when you go looking for them, it’s a game to see who gets to them first.

Bunny!Izuku has his own room in your apartment, but basically doesn’t even use it, always sleeping in your room, with you. He shares most things with you, whether it be clothes, food, your bed- you name it.

Bunny!Izuku is spoiled rotten. He knows it too. You spend so much money on this little fucker, buying him whatever he wants when you two leave the house. (He is grateful though, and seeing his fluffy cotton tail wag just- makes you a different kind of animal.)

Bunny!Izuku is a brat. We all know this. We all love this. But what I headcannon him, is that he’s so much of a brat, that when you finally put him in his place, he’s a trembling, sobbing mess. (I.e; “Y/n! Oh- god- please- it’s so good. Harder- please Y/n- I’m such a brat- I know, please!”)

Bunny!Izuku who loves to cuddle, like, a lot. He’ll just find you in the house, and sit on your lap, or sit next to you, or hug around your waist- just something for that physical contact.

Bunny!Izu who hates it when you scold him. He’ll pout at you and stomp his feet on the floor. He’s a little brat and he knows it.

Bunny!Izu who gets pretty worn out after spending all his energy all day, and who will lay down to cuddle with you, whining for your attention and touch.

Bunny!Izu definitely pops a boner as soon as your hand is in his hair, scratching at the base of his ears and combing through his wild curls

Bunny!Izu who grips onto your shirt and looks up at you with needy eyes, pleading for you to touch him, to give him what his body’s begging for. (“Y/n..I..I need you..please..? I’ve been good today..”)

Bunny!Izu who whimpers loudly as you begin to gently pump your hand up and down his cock, slowly soothing the growing ache that had been building to a crescendo. His loud whines and feminine whimpers fill the room while you murmur soft praise to the bunny boy.

Bunny!Izu who can’t tear his eyes away from where you’re pleasuring him, his stupid tail trying to wag under him as he watches your hand ride up and down his cock, only drawing out more pornographic moans from the bunny.

Bunny!Izu who’s throwing his head back into the pillow, tears flowing down his face as he begs for more even though he’s just cum. (“Please- don’t stop please! It feels so good, god it feels amazing please Y/n!”)

Bunny!Izu who’s spent after a few more rounds of your gentle touches and overstimulation, his body trembling, his ears folded down, and his face covered in tears.

Bunny!Izu who thanks you shakily when you return from the bathroom with a wet wash cloth, gently wiping the remnants of his release from his abdomen and cheek, smiling softly and giving him a few soft kisses on his forehead.

Bunny!Izu who, as soon as you’re back in bed, is wrapped around you, cuddling into your neck while you gently scratch his ears, whispering sweet nothings to him. (“My sweet boy..you’re so cute Izuku..my pretty baby..my good bunny..”)

Bunny!Izuku who falls asleep every night knowing he’s loved and cherished, always taken care of, who knows you have his back no matter what.

Bunny!Izuku who is so thankful to have life better than most hybrids, and is so thankful for you, and who loves you unconditionally, the exact way you love him. Bratty flaws and all.

Part 2.

Ive been wanting to write bunny!izu for literally so long it’s not even funny. I saw like, 4 people write B!Izu head cannons/one shots, and if you did that, you’re awesome.

Here’s a ferret picture as an apology for my absence

I’ve been in a rut with my mental health, but I deep cleaned my room yesterday and got lots of cuddles from my baby Lucas (ferret^)

So. I’m hoping I’ll get something out today.

Sorry for my absence 🥲

Pol bc I have to physically restrain myself from automatically writing Izuku x reader

(I’ll probably write for the characters in their places. I.e, 1st place first, 2nd place second etc,)

⋆˙⟡ Crushing. Tenya Iida x Flirty!Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 6/14 ✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing

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Enjoy my gorgeous people ✧˖°.

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Tenya didn’t know what was going on with himself. He was never one for being the best with girls. Sure! He was attractive, but he wasn’t particularly charismatic (at least he didn’t think so) so he didn’t understand why you seemed so interested in him.

The poor boy knew you flirted with others, like Kaminari, Uraraka, Izuku was one of your favorites to tease, and even Bakugou, so why was he so affected by you?

He knew you were just teasing, he knew it was just you being friendly and joking around, but each time you made a comment about his body, or his hair or called him by a pet name, his heart raced faster than he did with his quirk.

Iida had never been too interested in dating in the past, seeing as how it brought a lot of stress and anxiety and sometimes a lot of pain, however, there was something about you.

Maybe it was the smell of weed on your clothes when you came in from smoking with Sero and Kaminari, maybe it was the style of clothing you had, maybe it was your nail polish and the rings on your fingers- but Iida was hooked.

To be fair, you were extremely pretty, so it made sense that the boy would crush on you.

Iida walked into the dorm commons, holding a glass. It was getting late, around 9:30 on a warm Friday night. The class was sitting in a circle, while Kaminari balanced a collective 13 phones on his arms, legs, and even a few on his face, all of them charging.

There was laughter and cheers as another phone was placed on the blonde, going on his forehead, before he sneezed, and the phones went flying off of him.

“What are you doing?” Iida asked with a deadpan, crossing his arms and giving an unimpressed look to the class.

Mina looked up and grinned “oh~! Iida! We were just playing truth or dare! You should play with us!” She encouraged with a wide smile.

Iida knew that truth or dare with his class could get pretty wild, so he opened his mouth to protest “yeah! Cmon Iida, it’ll be fun”

His eyes snapped to where you were sitting, and he felt heat rise to his cheeks. You wanted him to play with your class..

..Damn it. How could he say no to that face?

“F-fine..I suppose I could join this game for a bit..” he mumbled reluctantly.

You and the rest of the class whooped in celebration as he sat in the circle with you all. He was regretting his decision the moment Mina smirked. “So! Y/n! I believe it was your turn! So. Truth or dare?”

You smirked, leaning forward and winking at Mina “dare, lay it on me, mommas”

Mina giggled and hummed before gasping and glancing to Iida with a mischievous glint in her eye, that look making a pit grow in his stomach.

“I dare you to kiss Iida!”

You grinned at the dare. For you, it was simple, for Iida, his world was about to collapse. Him? Kissing Tenya Iida? Himself? Yeah he was sure he was going to pass out. “I-I do not know if th-this is a good idea Y- mph!”

You placed your finger over his lips and laughed “relax. ‘M not gonna kiss you if you don’t want me to, but I think it’ll be fun, Iida” you caressed his cheek after pushing up his glasses for him.

Iida flushed brightly, his eyes widening ever so slightly. Why would you give him the decision?

“I-I…I do not mind I-if you kiss me” he managed to stutter out “it is just for a game after all” he let out a breath and adjusted his glasses.

You smiled gently, running your thumb over his cheek. “That’s what I thought.” You smirked “good boy”

He gasped and blushed, but didn’t get to say anything as you pressed your lips to his.

Iida’s eyes fluttered softly before closing. The kiss was amazing, your lips against his felt amazing.

He was dazed as you pulled back, his eyes slowly fluttering back open, and his cheek bright pink. You smiled and tucked his hair behind his ear “I like your chapstick. You should let me wear it more often”

Iida blushed and looked off to the side, trying to stay cool as you sat back in your spot.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he knew for sure now, he was crushing on you, and there was nothing he could do about it.

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I love Iida sm, he’s actually so pookie. Feeding the 3 other Iida simps 🙏🏻😩

The next Valentine’s Day story will come out tmr, I’m tired as balls and have schoolwork to catch up on sisjsksj Sowwy :((

⋆˙⟡ Wishing. Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 5/14 ✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing (it’s Bakugou, obv), 3A Bakugou, post war, angst, pessimism, friends with benefits relationship, sexual mentions/actions.

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Enjoy pookies ✧˖°.

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Nsfw under the cut!

The sound of the bed under you filled your senses, the lewd slapping sound of skin on skin making your stomach churn. You arched your back as your classmate, Katsuki Bakugou, relentlessly slammed into your body, over and over and over.

His grunts mixed with your whiny moans, your nails digging into his shoulders and your legs pressed wide open for the blonde. “Fuck- Bakugou- oh god I’m so close-“ you threw your head back as a moan of pure ecstasy shot through the air of his old childhood bedroom.

“Me too, just hold on” he growled through gritted teeth, a low groan slipping passed his lips as his body lurched against yours.

Lust was a dangerous emotion, if you could even call it that.

However, the consequences of it seemed less scary than love, or at least that’s what you always told yourself.

Ever since middle school- hell, ever since you were little, you’d been told not to wear revealing clothes, not to spread your legs when sitting, not to let a boy too close, because all he wanted to do was get into your pants.

That was then though, back before you’d let yourself go. Back before you encountered an entire fucking war.

Stress, anger, frustration, anxiety, fear, depression. All of these emotions ran high through the one and only class A, a lot of the members suffering PTSD or varying other disorders thanks to the gruesome experiences that they endured thanks to the Paranormal Liberation Front.

That was no different for yourself.

You’d always been a bit of a train wreck anyway, so the emotions weren’t exactly new to you, but sometimes you just felt everything at once, and felt nothing at all.

“Bakugou! Bakugou!” You cried out, your legs trembling violently as you came for the third time, Bakugous teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark purple-ish red marks that would no doubt be there the next day.

“Shut up” he growled against your skin, dragging his tongue over the bite mark he left you “you love this, and you know it, whore” and he wasn’t wrong.

Some sick part of you loved the pain from the biting, from his harsh words. It was Bakugou, you were used to it, it was grounding. The pain made you realize you were alive, mixing with that pleasure and creating a very addictive mixture.

Those negative emotions that usually got so pent up, that, not even sparring with someone built for endurance and to take a beating like Kirishima, could quell them away. That was scary for several reasons.

Having heavy emotions weighing on your heart like that was dangerous, after all, weren’t villains forged from broken people? Didn’t pain break people?

So having the physical pain to snap you out of the cloud of emotions and trauma was..reliving, and you knew Bakugou felt the same. He always encouraged biting, or scratching during sex. Was it masochistic? Probably. Did either of you care? Not really.

You two never took it too far though, and you both had a clear understanding of your limits when you set up your arrangement in the first place.

“Fuck-“ Bakugou panted heavily, looking down at the mess of you he’d made in his sheets. You both were sweaty, dark marks lining your neck and his shoulders. Your eyes were half lidded and watery, your jaw slack as you tried to catch your breath “that..was amazing..” you muttered breathlessly. Bakugou huffed and rolled his eyes “I know, moron.”

Ah right. Your arrangement.

You and Bakugou had established a mutual, physical relationship, one to ‘relieve stress.’ It was Bakugou who actually suggested it originally. He’d been extra angry, and not even Kirishima could get him to open up. Not that there was anything to talk about anyway. He was dealing with the aftermath of the war like everyone else, his method just affected other people in its execution.

You agreed, but for all the wrong reasons.

You needed the stress relief, sure, but there were deeper reasons, reasons that killed you.

The blonde had a softened a part of your cold heart you never figured could be softened, especially not by someone as prickly as him. But it was those rare moments of quiet with him, how considerate he was, how strong and devoted he was, how he’d grown and changed over the years.

You were in love with someone, who saw you as nothing more than a physical relief for himself.

Of course you knew there was more to it than that, but you dumbed it down to that extent to try and use it as snuff for the ember of love in your heart.

Love.

What a scary thought.

You sighed as the hot water of Bakugou’s fancy shower slowly slid down your body, his presence behind you, silently rubbing your skin clean with a washcloth. His hands were gently and firm. Callouses and a few scars littered his hands and arms, not looking horribly different from your tattered body.

You angled your head back as Bakugou carefully kneaded your shoulders, rubbing out the knots he’d put in place with his rough treatment of you, making sure not you touch any of the bite marks or hickeys he’d left on your skin.

It always felt amazing to have Bakugous hands on your skin, and his motions of gently kneading your tender breasts was incredibly soothing. You leaned back against him and let out a soft sigh, your eyes closing as he gently palmed your chest, being careful and tender with your body.

Despite what you thought about Bakugou, the truth was actually pretty different. Sure, Bakugou was hotheaded and incredibly brash, often raising his voice to anyone who pissed him off, no matter the status or position, you knew that. But you also knew a different side of him, the other part that was more soft, that he rarely ever showed, but sometimes you caught glimpses of.

The side that made you breakfast when you two had a long night, the side that cleaned your sore body in the shower, no words being shared between you. There didn’t need to be.

You got to see the side of him no one else did, but you were caught up in your delusional state of denial, partially because Bakugou had said he wanted no feelings attached to this arrangement, so why would he go back on that?

Your body slowly melted into the sheets as he placed you down on his bed, the pillows and blankets feeling amazing against your body. You didn’t even open your eyes as you felt Bakugou get into bed with you, pressing his chest against your back and closing any distance between you with his warm form.

A sigh escaped you and you closed your eyes, allowing him to spoon you from behind.

While you were wishing he loved you, he was wishing you saw how he expressed his love for you.

Two souls scared to be hurt.

It was unoriginal and the both of you knew it.

You were both too scared to be hurt again, and yet even as you laid in each others’ arms, you were both still in pain.

Ironic.

Blame it on the lust, blame it on the trauma, whatever floats your boat. But one thing is for sure.

The two of you were in way over your heads when it came to this love thing, and in even deeper with your ‘friend with benefits’ that neither of you were satisfied with.

Just..

Complacent.

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Hello !! Sorry about the angsty piece, I was feeling the groove of the hopeless romantics and pessimism. I’m sorry if it feels a little off, I don’t think I’ve written for Bakugou ever, but I think I’ll read some fics and make a part two to this. Goodnight loves, drink some water and get some sleep.

~ Lex

⋆˙⟡ Falling. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮Valentine’s Day story 3/14✮˚.⋆

I feel like cavetown is Izuku’s fav artist, so here you go, one of my fav songs from them.

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Enjoy lovelies✧˖°.

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Izuku had no idea how he’d gotten to this point. He had no idea how he ended up here.

See, the thing was, Izuku was a fanboy at heart, and whenever he met someone with an amazing quirk or charming personality, he wanted to know more about them, and part of himself admired that person.

But this was different, and he didn’t know what it was.

He thought it was just admiring one of his friends, then he tried to blame his fanboy tendencies, but that never seemed to quell the flutter in his heart when you looked his way.

Whenever you so much as glanced at him, and gave him that toothy grin with your pearly whites, Izuku’s knees weakened and he found himself (sometimes literally) tripping over himself.

The worst part? He didn’t understand why.

Izuku was usually much better at handling his emotions or at least coming to realize his stance on things, but you flipped that on its head. It’s not like he had any problems with you! In fact, quite the opposite. He loved being around you, the casual way you two would make beaded bracelets and talk about nothing in particular made him feel at home.

The way you listened as he ranted about some video game or how you would ask him genuine questions about the hero he was talking about- he didn’t feel like a burden with you.

Izuku felt like you saw him for who he was, more than just a nerd and more than just a fanboy. He felt heard, he felt cared about.

He truly didn’t think much of the hugs, the affectionate ways you’d toy with his curls, the way you’d lean against him in the commons, or how you’d hold his hand as the two of you walked down the halls at school.

It wasn’t his fault he was so…oblivious, after all, he had no experience with girls, so he just figured this was one of the ways girls showed their value of their friends, he had seen you hug Mina, kissing each other on the cheek as you greeted each other, so maybe it was normal?

Izuku nodded to himself, it was definitely normal behavior, and it wasn’t like he was complaining, he didn’t exactly have a problem with you hugging around his middle, resting your head against him as you enjoyed the movie playing in the commons.

He lazily ran his fingers through your hair, not too focused on the movie as he thought about why his heart still sped up a bit thanks to your cuddling into his side.

Maybe he was just happy to have you around? But then why did his stomach flutter so lightly?

Izuku sighed softly and looked down at you, smiling a bit as he saw your head resting against his right peck, his arm around you and a blanket draped over your shoulders as his fingers combed through your silky locks.

He faintly felt his cheeks heat up as you closed your eyes, pressing your face to the muscle of his chest and letting out a heavy sigh, your eyes closed as you drank in his affection.

Izuku’s heart stuttered in his chest, and he felt a surge of affection wash over him. He smiled softly, feeling so incredibly lucky to have a friend like you trust him the way you did. It meant a lot to Izuku.

He was snapped out of his daze by your soft hum, and gentle voice. “Hey..Izuku?” You asked softly, your eyes half lidded and obviously tired. It made sense, the training from that day left a lot of the class worn and wary.

He felt his heart skip a beat. Your face was so cute-

What..? Cute..?

What a silly thought.

“Yeah?” He blinked away the odd thought that popped into his mind, smiling down at you warmly and trying to quell away the questionable blush on his cheeks.

You yawned and rested your head against the smooth plane of his shoulder “do you think you could walk me to my room?” You asked, your tone tired and soft.

Izuku smiled a little. In all honesty, he’d pretty much do anything you needed, and often he found himself a bit too eager to assist you. Need help carrying something? Izuku would offer. Did you need some help on the homework? Borrow Izuku’s notes. Need someone to rub your back? Izuku’s hands work the best.

He didn’t have a real reason why he loved assisting you, he didn’t feel like you were using his kindness for your personal gain, because he knew how much he meant to you (at least he thought he knew), and you knew how much you meant to him.

“Oh! Sure N/n, are you wanting to go now?” He asked, his cheeks warming slightly as you smiled up at him, the bleary look on your face rather.. no no no, not again, Izuku.

You nodded and yawned, tightening your arms around his middle “yeah..I’m getting pretty tired and am probably ready for bed..” you said quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone else who might have been watching the movie.

He felt that feeling rise in his chest once again, offering a nod to try and distract himself from the giddy feeling. “Kay, I’ll walk you. Cmon sleepyhead” he said softly, standing from the couch and gently taking your hand. Why did your touch always feel like the most pleasant electricity?

Kirishima looked up from his spot on the couch, his fingers slowly combing through Bakugou’s blonde locks. “Where are you goin’, Midoriya? You guys aren’t leaving already, are you?”

Izuku smiled and chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck as you sighed and wrapped your arms around his waist lazily.

“Oh, N/n is feeling tired, I’m gonna take her to her room and I’ll be back out when she gets laid down” he explained, gesturing to your clingy and tired form, basically asleep on your feet while holding onto him.

Kirishima nodded slowly, his mouth making a small ‘o’ shape in realization “oh, I see” he chuckled a bit and smiled up at Midoriya “okay cool, come back out whenever you’re done.”

Izuku nodded and looked down at you “cmon N/n, let’s get you laid down, sleepy head” he murmured, an affectionate smile on his face.

As the two of you walked out of the commons, Kirishima sighed and smiled “Midoriya is so manly.” He commented, glancing to where they disappeared, before looking back to the group.

Mina raised a brow “what do you mean?” She asked from her place on the other couch, Uraraka also glancing up, her attention caught by mentioning her friend.

Kirishima shrugged as he gently petted Bakugou’s blonde locks, the sleeping boy slouched against the redhead “I dunno, he just is such a good boyfriend, you know? He’s taking his girlfriend to bed, making sure she gets there without any problems. Seems like a gentleman to me.”

Mina blinked, before laughing, bringing a hand up to her mouth to stifle her laughter.

Kirishima raised a confused brow and looked to Uraraka, who was also smiling and giggling a little. “What’s so funny? I don’t get it?” He mumbled, glancing between both girls.

Mina paused her giggles long enough to get a sentence out “they’re not dating.” She managed to get out, letting out a breath as her lungs caught up from her laughter.

Kirishima blinked and gaped. Izuku and yourself weren’t dating!? How the hell was that even possible? The two of you were literally cuddling right next to him, the way he was cuddling with Bakugou. His boyfriend.

“Wait..are you being serious?” He asked, to which Mina and Uraraka nodded “yeah, Deku isn’t really good with social interactions, in a sense that he has no idea Y/n is crushing on him. He thinks it’s casual.” Uraraka explained with an exasperated sigh.

Kirishima let out a huff of laughter, then shook his head “oh great, so he has no idea that Y/n is falling for him? Lovely. Should we tell him? Or tell her to tell him?”

Mina shook her head and smiled, waving off his concern with a lazy hand “nah, don’t worry about them, I’ve got a feeling they’ll figure it out..” she glanced off to the hallway where the two of you walked off, a reassuring feeling warming her chest.

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You and Izuku slowly walked to your dorm, the walk was filled with comfortable silence and the occasional comment. Your hand was in his, and your blanket was draped over your shoulders.

You glanced at him, seeing him smiling to himself about who knows what.

A sigh left your lips, and a deadpan formed on your lips. You’d been trying to express your crush on Izuku since the sports festival, but the boy was more focused on his dreams of becoming a hero than he was on getting a girlfriend.

You smiled a little and rolled your eyes as the two of you walked side by side, hand in hand. You were sick of his ignorance, and so tonight you were determined to make it obvious to the boy that you liked him.

The two of you approached your dorm, where Izuku stopped in front of your door and turned to you, a smile on his lips “here you are, Y/n. Are you gonna get some sleep?”

You nodded and yawned, rubbing your eye with one hand, using the other to loosely wave him off “don’t worry, Zuku, I’ll get some rest.” You smiled at him sleepily and stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his middle in a warm embrace, which he happily returned.

“Good, you pushed yourself during training today, I’m very proud of you” he said softly, his hand on the small of your back and the plane between your shoulder blades.

You blushed and smiled, closing your eyes and basking in his praise “thank you Izuku…that means so much coming from you..” you murmured, your cheek resting on his shoulder.

He felt that feeling flutter in his chest again, to which he blushed a little, smiling as he spoke “please, you saying that, sounds like I’m some pro hero” he mumbled bashfully

You scoffed and clung to him a little tighter. This idiot was either down playing how strong and amazing he was, or genuinely didn’t think he was anything special. Both were not great scenarios, in your opinion.

You huffed and rolled your eyes “you’re practically as strong as one” you grumbled into his shoulder.

Izuku simply smiled, knowing how you loved to compliment and uplift his work and progress. He didn’t like to admit it, but hearing you praise him, actually made his blood rush to his face and his confidence swell.

The two of you stood like that, before Izuku reluctantly pulled away “I’m gonna go back to the commons, okay?” He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder “please get some rest, and if you need anything, call me.”

You paused.

You’d totally forgotten how you were going to make your crush a bit more obvious to him.

He bid you goodnight, and you dumbly replied, your brain on autopilot as you began to panic.

You were gonna miss your opportunity!

“Hey Izuku!” You called out after he made it about halfway down the hall.

He turned and raised a brow “yeah? Did you need something?” He asked, his head tilting to the side like an intrigued puppy.

You trotted up to him and grabbed his hand, standing on your tippy toes to do the first thing your brain thought of.

Your lips met with his cheek, the smooth skin feeling so perfect under your touch.

Izuku stiffened and erupted into a bright red blush.

He watched as you pulled from his cheek and smiled warmly at him. “Goodnight, Izuku..get some sleep” you spun on your heel and bolted to your dorm, quickly dashing into your room.

Izuku placed a hand on his cheek and watched with a dumbfounded expression as you ran back to your room.

He finally understood what that feeling in his chest was.

It was falling in love.

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⋆˙⟡Looking. Shota Aizawa x Art Teacher!Fem!Reader.⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮Valentine’s Day story 2/14✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing, pining, stupidly silly interactions and Mic’s wingman-ness.

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Enjoy babes ✧˖°.

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Shota walked into the teachers lounge, his tired eyes scanning the room, gazing upon the computers and a few of his colleagues chatting amongst each other. He sighed tiredly and walked to the counter, pouring himself a steaming hot cup of coffee.

He brought the hot cup to his lips and took a slow sip, enjoying the bitter taste of the black liquid on his tongue. He knew most people preferred coffee with either sugar or cream in it, but he was content to drink black coffee. It was simple.

That was the thing about it, it was plain, easy. It wasn’t complex with layers that could add unnecessary components to something that didn’t need to be complicated.

Shota admired the simpler things in life, opting for a minimalistic lifestyle. His apartment was pretty barren, aside from the records he had on a shelf with his record player, and the few pictures of Hizashi and Shirakumo he had on his walls.

He wasn’t one for complicated feelings, and opted out of them if he could. However, there was one thing he couldn’t pick the simple route with.

Shota dragged his tired eyes from his coffee, to Hizashi, seeing him laughing and talking with a certain someone.

A huff escaped the man through his nose as he felt a small heat crawl up to his ears. This was the one thing he couldn’t seem to make simple.

This new school year, a new teacher joined the teaching staff, along with All Might. She was beautiful, with a keen eye for art and detail.

This new teacher was soft spoken, considerate, and made his cold heart feel warm. He scoffed as he heard soft laughter at one of Hizashi’s horrible jokes, glancing up to see you speaking with him, covering your mouth.

He furrowed his brows, a small twinge of something along the lines of longing pulling at his heart strings. Damn him and his feelings.

Shota looked down at his coffee, seeing his reflection staring back at him. His tired eyes, shaggy hair, the scar under his right eye and his ungroomed face. He shouldn’t get wrapped up in someone- someone who wouldn’t look his way.

What Aizawa was unaware of, was the soft and tender gazes you shot his way. You were always looking at him, even if he wasn’t aware.

You glanced over at him and smiled softly, feeling a warm flutter in your chest, and a gentle heat rise to your cheeks.

Hizashi followed your gaze and grinned “Pretty interested in the coffee maker over there?” He asked, elbowing you with a smirk, his grin growing as you blushed a bit harder.

“Something like that” you said softly, your eyes still resting on the man enjoying his coffee, his eyes closing as he tilted his head back and sipped from his cup, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he drank down the hot coffee.

Hizashi clicked his tongue and sighed exasperatedly “you’re really looking at Shota, you got a crush on him or something?” He asked, raising a brow and crossing his arms, leaning closer to you as he also gazed at Aizawa.

You hummed and looked down, tucking your hair behind your ear “please, we’re not kids, Hizashi, crush is a strong word. More like..I find him endearing.”

Hizashi chuckled and turned his attention from his his high school best friend, to you, giving you a sympathetic smile “you know he’s the most emotionally closed off and emotionally constipated man on the planet, right?”

You simply blushed and rubbed the back of your neck, looking away from him with sligjtly puffed cheeks. He was taking your affectionate gazes rhetorical entirely wrong way! You weren’t expecting a relationship with Aizawa! You barely spoke to the guy!

It wasn’t like you had dreamt about how softly Shota would tuck your hair behind your ear, gently caressing your cheek with his calloused hand and murmuring softly to you with his heavenly voice, telling you how beautiful you were.

Noooo no no, that wasn’t it at all!….right?

You sighed and chewed on your cheek, thinking before hesitantly replying to Hizashi, “yeah..I’ve picked that up from him.” Was all you could say. You knew it was true, Aizawa wasn’t an open book when it came to anything. You knew little to nothing about the man, but that couldn’t stop your heart from yearning for his touch and delicate voice.

Hizashi smiled a little and sighed, patting your shoulder “There there, Y/n, it’s not like you’re totally hopeless! He is human, after all, so you’ve definitely got a chance to win him over!” He said with his cheery tone, almost making you forget about your conflicting feelings.

You offered a small smile to the man as he threw an arm around your shoulder, grinning back at you. “Thanks, Yamada, but I’m not expecting some crazy relationship or expecting him to open up his emotions with me. I’m sure these silly feelings will go away.”

Hizashi felt his smile falter, before he huffed. In all honesty, he’d been hoping your resolve was stronger than that, he didn’t want you to give up on his best friend! Even if his friend barely knew how to express his emotions, he was a very interesting and intelligent guy!

Hizashi let his arm fall from your shoulder and crossed them, leaning closer to you “Y/n, listen to me. Once you get to know Shota, he can be one of the -genuinely- most considerate and supportive guys I know. He gave me the drive I needed to finally start my dream of running a radio show, so trust me, he’s a great guy under the stoic facade he puts up.”

You felt your heart thump in your chest, a soft blush creeping up your cheeks. Aizawa did seem like the supportive type.

You rubbed your arm and glanced at the man, who’d migrated to his desk, grabbing some things and sifting through his folders. Did you really have a chance? Would he bat an eye at you? Would he reject you?

These thoughts swarmed your head as you gazed at him. However, your eyes caught the sight of a package of caramel hard candies sitting on his desk, Aizawa reaching into the pack and pulling one out, popping it into his mouth as he stood.

You furrowed your brows before an idea came to your mind. A smile formed on your lips and you glanced to Hizashi “I think..I think I’ll try and maybe get a bit closer to him, try and figure him out a bit before I jump into asking him out or anything like that.

Hizashi visibly brightened and grinned “wait actually? That’s awesome! Shota really needs someone to understand him and look out for him. He deserves it, you know?”

You nodded and glanced at Aizawa as he walked past you. You caught a whiff of his cologne and smiled, your knees feeling weak. “Yeah..I get what you mean” you mumbled, a stupid, small smile gracing your lips. Were you were really gonna try and get closer with someone as prickly as Shota Aizawa?

Yes.

Yes you were.

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Part 2

Thanks so so so much for reading! This is my first Aizawa one shot, and I’m thinking about making it a part two, soooo maybe there’ll be more! Anyways, have a wonderful night my beautiful people!

HIYAAA could you maybe do something about teacher izuku with pro hero girlfriend/wife?? I was thinking of a scenario where his partner is always staying up, working on some hero stuff and he tries to lure her into bed to rest. Maybe include a making out session :3

Hiiii!!! I was literally gone all day doing things, so lemme cook you up someone good pookie. 💚

Slight smut warning. 18+

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You sat in your office, a hand running through your messy hair and your eyes stinging with lack of sleep. A heavy sigh slipped passed your lips as you dragged your hand down your face, glancing at the clock.

1:47 am.

Wonderful.

You still had quite a bit of paperwork to go through, and some emails to draft, and you’d been sitting at the goddamn desk since 10 pm.

“That’s what I get for being a procrastinator.”

You mumbled to yourself, sighing heavily and grabbing your pen again, continuing your painful paperwork.

You had been deep in your work, until you felt eyes on you. Your eyes flicked to your right, where you saw your lover, Izuku Midoriya, standing there.

“Sweetheart..what are you doing awake? You have to be awake for school in a few hours..”

You mumbled, your brows furrowing with concern as you spun in your chair, facing the tired man you called your boyfriend.

Izuku wasn’t wearing his glasses. His hair tousled and his tee (that was yours that he stole.) was loosely hanging off of one shoulder. He didn’t bother wearing pants to bed, the shirt was long enough to reach his upper thigh anyway, the black boxers wrapping around his muscular thighs.

“Come to bed..”

He mumbled, rubbing his eye with a slight pout on his face. It was obvious he was displeased with your current position in your office chair, and not in bed, holding him.

“Baby, I’ve got work I gotta do”

You said as a smile pulled at your lips, seeing your boyfriend sleepy and more than ready to have you in his arms warmed your heart.

Izuku whined in protest, walking over to you and grabbing your hand, bringing it to his lips.

“Please..? You’ve been working all evening..I haven’t been able to see you because of your paperwork..and it’s already 2 in the morning..”

Your boyfriend mumbled, pressing a few feather light, and sickeningly sweet kisses to your knuckles.

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, cupping his cheek with the hand he’d been kissing.

“Zuku, I need to finish my work. Why don’t you go lay down okay? I’ll be back in bed when I finish up these papers.”

Your tired eyes dragged to the desk as you gestured to the stack of papers, sitting on the desk and taunting you with the task of finishing them.

Izuku frowned, then, an idea popped into his head, and he grinned mischeviously. You looked up just to see your boyfriend shifting to sit in your lap.

You blushed and gently placed your hands on the sides of his thighs, feeling his boxers under your touch.

“Izuku..”

You said softly, slowly shifting your hands back around to the plump curve of his ass. Izuku blushed softly and cupped your cheeks, his calloused thumbs running over your skin with a careful touch.

You smiled a little and gave his rear a playful squeeze, Izuku rolling his eyes as you did so. He leaned in closer to your face, tilting his head to the side

“Why do you love squeezing my ass?..you weirdo..”

You laughed softly and shrugged, a grin gracing your features as you gently groped his plush curve.

“It’s not my fault you’re so curvy baby”

You whispered softly, to which Izuku blushed, glancing away as you leaned closer to his face.

“Shut up..don’t say that kinda thing..”

He muttered shyly, his eyes moving to yours. You smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Well, at least let me show you how pretty you look, baby”

And with that, you pressed your lips to his. Izuku’s lipd were slightly chapped from him chewing on them, but they still had a certain softness that left you wanting more and more each time you kissed.

Izuku groaned softly, his hands moving to your shoulders, his fingers slightly digging into the fabric of your shirt as he kissed you with equal passion.

You softly bit his bottom lip, a whine leaving him and making you break the kiss only to chuckle, then your lips found his once again.

His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, sliding his fingers under it to feel the smith skin of your abdomen under his fingers.

Meanwhile, your hands moved to his thighs, gripping the curves and planes of his smooth skin, only covered by his boxers, which held a tent from his manhood.

You smirked while you broke the kiss, looking up at him as you ran a finger over the bulge in his boxers.

Izuku whined and bresthlessly moaned as you rubbed his tip through his boxers, giving you a half lidded, needy gaze.

“Sweetheart..don’t tease me please…”

He whispered, a flush on his soft, freckled cheeks.

You laughed softly and smiled up at him, a mischievous grin settling on your lips.

God you loved his whiny tone and flustered expression.

“Cmon, let’s take this to our bedroom, yeah?”

You asked, not wanting to tease him too badly, but also enjoying your affect on his body- seeing the way he physically responded to your touch definitely excited you.

Izuku vigorously nodded at your words, gripping your shirt tightly as a deeper red coated his cheeks. He knew what the hazy look in your eyes meant for him, and he felt a pit of heat grow in his stomach.

“Yes- yes let’s go”

Izuku gasped as you picked him up, loving being manhandled, even if you weren’t necessarily rough with him.

He knew he was in for a long night.

Ty for the ask, ilyyyyy!!!

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❤️‍🔥 - smut

💋 - spicy (not quite smut)

🌸 - fluff

🥀 - angst

🌺 - neutral

Izuku Midoriya.

⋆ New Girl, Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader. ⚝ 🌸

⋆ Panic Attack, Izuku Midoriya x F!Reader ⚝ 🥀🌸

⋆ Tattoo, Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸💋

⋆ Drunken confessions, Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader. ⚝ 🌸💋

⋆ Cigarette. Pro Hero!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Detective!Reader ⚝ 🌸🥀

⋆ Sleep over. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader. ⚝ 🌸💋

⋆ Yandere!Reader x Izuku Midoriya ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌺💋

⋆ Late night hangout. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Stoner!Reader. ⚝ ♡18+♡ 🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆ Rich!Reader x Izuku Midoriya ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

⋆ Fem!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸

⋆ Virgin!Izuku x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡18+♡ 🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆ Laughing. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Izuku Midoriya x Biting Love language!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡ 🌸

⋆ Teacher!Izuku Midoriya x Pro Hero!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡18+♡ ❤️‍🔥🌸

⋆ Falling. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Breathless. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Bunny!Izuku Midoriya x Reader ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡18+♡ 🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆ Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Foreigner!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡ 🌸

⋆ Pro hero!Izuku Midoriya x Brat!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡ ❤️‍🔥

⋆ Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Metal head!Foreigner!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Headcannon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

⋆ Chubby!Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸🥀

Teacher!Izuku Midoriya x Co-worker!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡18+♡ ❤️‍🔥🌸

⋆ Stargazing. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader. ⚝ 🌸

⋆ Bunny!Izuku Midoriya x Reader. Pt. 2.⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡18+♡Ask♡ 🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆ Izuku Midoriya x Chubby!Fem!Reader.⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

⋆ Nightmares. Teacher!Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader.⚝ 🌸🥀

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

⋆ Bandaid. Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Delinquent!Fem!Reader ⚝ 🥀🌸

Katsuki Bakugo

⋆ Wishing. Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡18+♡ ❤️‍🔥🥀

⋆ Katsuki Bakugou x Chubby!Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸

Shoto Todoroki

Coming soon...

Tenya Iida

⋆ Crushing. Tenya Iida x Flirty!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

Eijiro Kirishima

⋆ Yandere!Reader x Eijiro Kirishima ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌺

Shota Aizawa

⋆ Looking. Shota Aizawa x Art Teacher!Fem!Reader. ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Realizing. Shota Aizawa x Art Teacher!Fem!Reader. Pt. 2. ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

Hitoshi Shinso

Coming soon...

Hanta Sero

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Coming soon...

Tomura Shigaraki

Coming soon...

Hawks

Coming soon...

Mina Ashido

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

Denki Kaminari

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

Foaming at the mouth, on my knees, sobbing, barking- I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE IZUKU!!! He is such a stupid nerd I love him<3

Anyway!! Feel free to not answer if you don't wanna, that's ok! But how do you think Izu would act with a reader that loves to bite or mark him?? He just makes me feral he's so cute and I need to have my mouth on him<33

KANAKSBJA I love you anon, giving me motivation- STAWWWP anyways here’s a cute lil thingy for you;

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You and Izuku had been dating for about 6ish months, the two of you had gotten quite comfortable with each other, and gotten used to each others habits and quirks.

However, there was one thing Izuku couldn’t ever really get over.

Your biting.

It wasn’t ever super hard, but sometimes, you just had to stim, and that would result in biting on Izukus hand, or his neck, or his arms, or shoulders- really anywhere.

It wasn’t that he had a problem with it, it was more so, he just simply didn’t understand.

The two of you were laying in his bed, a quiet Saturday afternoon, escaping from the dog days of July.

You were sitting between his thighs on his bed, leaning back against his chest while the two of you scrolled randomly on your phone.

You felt that familiar energy start to pool in your calves and in your finger tips, making you bounce your leg and pick at your cuticles.

Your jaw clenched and you clicked your teeth together, before Izuku rested his chin on your shoulder. “Sweetheart? Are you okay?” He asked softly, his voice gentle and quiet in your ear.

You hummed and gritted your teeth together, feeling the need to chew on something, however, you’d forgotten to grab your gum, and didn’t have any suckers with you.

“Yeah I’m alright, jus’ stimming love” you muttered with a clenched jaw.

Izuku knew faintly about your stimming. He hadn’t actually been aware that he himself stimmed before you caught him chewing on his lips and twirling pencils between his fingers or snapping his fingers.

He hummed before he tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling softly “you wanna chew?” He asked, offering his palm to you.

You glanced at him, and swooned. “Are you sure Zuku? I know sometimes my teeth leave marks” you muttered, a bit unsure. In reality, you loved seeing your bite marks or hickeys on Izuku’s skin- it wasnt even a sexual thing, it was just..nice.

Izuku nodded and smiled, clicking off your phone and placing it on the night stand “yeah, I’m sure baby”

You smiled at him and turned sligjtly to kiss his cheek “I love you, you know that?”

Izuku turned bright red and smiled, pecking your lips “I love you too”

He didn’t protest as you grabbed his hand, bringing the meat of his thumb to your mouth and lightly biting on it. Your jaw finally stopped buzzing as badly, and you let out a sigh of relief through your nose.

Izuku smiled and gently carded his fingers through your hair as you left a few teeth marks on his hand, eventually turning around to sit on his lap and leave bites on his shoulders and neck.

A soft, sigh left him as he angled his head to the side, feeling your teeth pressing into his neck. It hurt a little, but after training and breaking his bones over and over again, his pain tolerance really improved.

Izuku gently rubbed your back smiling softly as he felt you trail like kisses across the bites on his swollen skin. He knew you didn’t want to hurt him, and it was all out of affection, and he accept your little habit with open arms.

After all, how often was it that guys found girlfriends who liked to stake their claim on them?

So I’m short; Izuku loves when you’re stimming and need a source of relief, he’ll gladly offer his hands or neck to you, allowing you to bite or pick at his skin.

He loves you either way, and your stims didn’t deter him at all 💚

Also I literally LOVE when y’all give me motivation. Give me more askes grrr

So guys I’m low key gonna try and do a writing prompt every day with these starting feb 1. So look forward to those! <3

My wife @lgbtqplusultra and I are doing an art challenge to each other as our Valentine’s Day Presents- and I wanted to share in case anyone wanted to join in or follow along.

I included the prompt list I made for us below, any fandom or ship is welcome, any media type is welcome as well- I’ll be drawing Bakugo and Deku, but feel free to mix it up!

I thought of this scenario after seeing bkdk yuri lmao

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Quick summary; Izuku is cis!fem, and has always thought she was straight, until…

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Izuku yawned as she walked into class. She felt great after going on her morning run, her curls thrown up into a small, high pony. She’d put on some light mascara and a bit of highlighter, just to freshen up a bit.

“Good morning ochaco!” She greeted with a bright smile, waving with her scarred hand. Uraraka greeted Izuku, back, waving with a warm grin of her own.

After a bit of chatter and waking up a bit, Aizawa walked into class. Everyone found their seats quickly, not wanting to piss off their tired teacher.

Aizawa walked to the podium and sighed tiredly “class, today we have a visitor joining us..” he said with just as much enthusiasm as a rock.

He gestured to the door “today, a second year who plans on doing education as a career, is going to be joining us from now on..” he sighed “you all treat her with respect. Come in Y/n”

You walked in with a tired smile, your uniform done neatly, with rings on your fingers and black nail polish on. “Hey guys, I’m Y/n Aizawa, but you can just call me Y/n. Yes, before you ask, this is my dad. Anyways, It’s awesome to meet you and I look forward to working with your group!”

Not only was the class stunned at the fact Aizawa had any sort of offspring, no no no, that wasn’t the only shocking bit. The most shocking, (at least to Izuku) was how gorgeous you were.”

She looked at you with wide eyes, her cheeks flushing red at your gorgeously tired eyes, the way our hair gently cascaded from your roots.

What was this flutter in her chest?

You glanced over to the girl with her hair up and offered a smile, only intensifying the poor girl’s blush.

Why was her heart beating so fast?

Izuku smiled back, looking down as her lips curled up without her permission and her cheeks turned bright red.

Izuku definitely wanted to know more about the gorgeous wonder that was Y/n.

Should I make this into a oneshot? I will if y’all like it fr fr 💚

Thinking about rich!reader (🌸)

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Rich!reader who enjoys nothing more than spoiling Izuku rotten, finding literally every excuse to blow their money on their former classmate.

Rich!reader who spends hundreds on Izuku despite his protests, I.e.; “Y/n! This figure was $400! Are you crazy?” Or “you shouldn’t spend so much on me..I feel bad..” but of course, they never listen to him, insisting that he deserves it for being such an amazing friend.

Rich!reader who gets more pleasure out of spending outrageous amounts of money on the boy they’ve been pining over since their UA days, than anything else the world has to offer.

Rich!reader, who spent ¥140,000 ($908.29) on a formal kimono for Izuku’s 20th birthday. He cried

Rich!reader who is obviously pining, but doesn’t outright say it.

Rich!reader who gets Izuku flowers every Monday, having them delivered to his classroom if they’re not able to hand deliver them themselves.

Rich!reader who keeps their arm around Izuku’s waist any time they attend a fancy hero gathering, always paying for Izuku’s drinks and anything he gets to eat at these extravagant places.

Rich!reader who, when they were in high school with Izuku, took him to one of the biggest hero expos in all of Japan (I’m talking buying plane tickets, expo tickets, hotel rooms, food and merch costs.)

Rich!reader who has no impulse control when Izuku’s birthday rolls around, or any holiday, frankly

Rich!reader who has their personal chef teach them how to make all of Izuku’s favorite meals, then surprises him with the finest ingredients in his favorite foods.

Rich!reader who’s a total sucker for the tears Izuku sheds when he sees the sweet and thoughtful gifts they give him.

Rich!reader who wants nothing more than to see all of Izuku’s needs met, and seeing him happy means more than any currency they could earn.

Rich!reader who ignores the smirks they get when the old class 1A triage goes out for drinks, and they always argue with Izuku on who’s paying his tab, only for R!reader to beat him in the race to get their cards out.

Rich!reader who’s not very good with words, and has no idea how to express their feelings for Izuku than spoiling him rotten, just like he deserves

Rich!reader who finally (with the help of their old classmates) asks Izuku out, to which he is over the moon, throwing his arms around R!reader and clinging to them tightly, saying that he’s been waiting for this for so long.

Rich!reader who buys Inko Midoriya a cute house in the same neighborhood as the house that they share with Izuku, along with buying her a new car. Because if momma Inko isn’t taken care of, how can all of Izukus needs be met?

⋆˙⟡Panic Attack. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader.⟡⋆˙

A fic with maybe a tiny bit of angst and reverse comfort.

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Izuku woke up with a smile. You'd invited him to go roller skating after school today! You. His crush. He sat up and stretched, his muscles a bit achy from training and working out the previous day.

A yawn left his lips as he began to think about the day. He stood from his bed and rubbed the remaining fatigue from his eyes. Izuku started to his bathroom.

Izuku's thoughts began to wander as he himself wandered to his bathroom. He smiled as he began to think of you. Your pretty hair, gentle eyes and your laugh. He really thought you were amazing.

He had such a large crush on you, after all, you were amazing! You were intelligent, strong, determined- you never gave up no matter what the world threw at you. You were so confident, and nothing like him.

Oh..

Right..

He frowned as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Izuku sighed. You were so beautiful, and he'd been getting so excited about this 1 on 1 hang out session, that he totally forgot.

You were just being friendly.

There was no way around it. He couldn't honestly believe you liked him. There was no way. You were so effortlessly cool and wicked smart with cool talents and hobbies..

..why would you bat an eye at a worthless no one like him?

Izuku felt his thoughts start to spiral, feeling his heart starting to crack in his chest. He took a deep breath and turned on the faucet in his bathroom, cupping his hands under the stream of water and splashing his face with the cool water.

However, the water couldn't pull him from the insecurity and growing doubt bubbling in him. He looked at his reflection, his hands tightly gripping the sink as he stared. Izuku had wild and messy hair, his stupid freckles he was embarrassed of, the slight dark circles under his eyes from late night studying and his whack sleep scheduel.

As he stewed on his appearance, he began to think back to his personality. He was a nerd, definitely, and had some obsessions. Surely, NO ONE would bat an eye at such a-

"Creep!"

"weirdo..."

"Deku!"

"Quirkless freak."

"Defenseless!"

"Wannabe"

Suddenly, Izuku wasn't in the bathroom of his UA dorm, he was right back in the damned middle school classroom. All alone. Just like he deserved.

Izuku's breaths picked up as he backed away from the mirror, his back hitting the wall. His eyes welled up with tears as he started to re-remember the horrible things that had been said about him/to him.

He felt himself begin to cry, but couldn't hear it. He felt dizzy, he felt sick. Izuku slowly melted to the floor, panting and beginning to sob as he grabbed at his throat, trying to breath.

Air didn't fill his lungs.

He felt so scared..

So alone..

so..hopeless..

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You, Uraraka, and Iida, had been waiting to walk to school with Izuku like usual. You checked the time on your phone and hummed, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear in thought. "Hey guys? Freckles doesn't usually take this long to get ready in the morning, does he?"

Uraraka hummed and rubbed her chin, also glancing at the time on the clock on the wall. "Yeah, you've got a point..is Deku not feeling well?"

Iida glanced at the both of you, before taking a step towards the boys' hall. "I'll go check on hi-"

Uraraka giggled and stepped in front of Iida "Hey Y/n~ you should go check on Deku!" She said with a mischievous smile, typical Uraraka.

You blushed and rubbed the back of your neck, sighing and looking away with a bashful expression "Don't say it like that, I know exactly what you're getting at- it's not like that."

The girls had noticed your not so little crush on Izuku, and pounced on you. Hagakure and Mina were the worst about the teasing, while Jiro and Yao-momo tried to encourage you to act on your feelings.

Uraraka groaned, her shoulders sagging as she dramatically expressed her dismay with your insistence on the platonic nature of your feelings for Izuku.

You stared at her before offering her a heavy sigh. "Fine, I'll go check on Midoriya, you two go on ahead today." You relented with a roll of your eyes at Uraraka's visible happiness.

After some parting words, you started your journey to the elevator, using a brisk pace to ensure you'd get to his room and to school, on time.

After a quick elevator ride, and walk to Izuku's dorm, you knocked on his door.

...

Nothing.

You sighed and smiled, figuring he'd slept in, he had been up late training.

"Hey, Freckles, you up?" You question as you knocked a little bit louder on his door. As you wait, you start to feel anxious. Izuku wasn't a terribly deep sleeper, but sometimes he could get in a pretty thick sleep.

You frowned at the nerves growing in your stomach. You sighed and knocked louder this time, wanting to make sure he was alright. "Midoriya? Are you awake?"

After hearing nothing for the third time, you grab the handle "I'm coming in." You called through the door with obvious concern in your voice.

You twisted the handle and opened the door, that's when you heard it-

-crying.

You stiffen at the sound of Izuku's sobs. Instantly you bolt inside of his dorm and dash to his bathroom.

You found him on his knees, gripping onto his chest and hyperventilating while sobbing.

"Hey! Midoriya!" You slide to your knees and gently wrapped your arms around him, pulling the distraught boy to rest his head on your chest, his tears and heavy breaths littering your senses.

Inside, you're panicking yourself. Why was he crying? What was going on? You shake off your worries and let out a shaky breath, before gingerly combing your fingers through his hair.

Izuku looked up at you with hazy eyes, his breaths shallow, quick and uneven. "Izuku, hey.." You tenderly palmed his freckled cheek, gently running your thumb over his soft skin.

"Breathe with me," You softly encouraged, tenderly speaking in a quiet and soft tone.

Izuku's breathing began to slightly slow as you gently ebbed away the panic and insecurity that had spiraled into a full blown panic attack.

It didn't take too long before your soft words and careful movements turned him into a whimpering and hiccupping mess. Izuku hated how pathetic he seemed. He hated how vulnerable he was with you. He must've looked so weak- so fragile.

You must've thought he was so annoying.

"I-I'm s-orry-" he managed to choke out, his voice small and shaky.

You looked down at him with a soft gaze. "Zuku" the nickname made his heart flutter in his chest and a small blush gently dust his cheeks. "You dont have to apologize."

Your soft words made his tears return. All of the pent up emotion and stress just- bubbled up.

he sucked in a deep breath and choked out a sob, "I-I know- i just..I-I dont wanna feel weak and I-I j-just think you're s-so amazing a-and you're so pretty a-and I d-don't know wh-why you'd want t-to h-hang out with a g-guy like me. I-I just like y-you s-so much and-"

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Time seemed to stand still for Izuku as he felt a very soft pair of lips meet his. His eyes widened as he looked at your face.

You pulled back and smiled softly at the flabbergasted boy. His face was beet red and his mouth moved up and down, words trying to string together comprehensively.

"Y-you j-just- you- my- you k-kissed-" Izuku stuttered dumbly, his freckled face bright red and his eyes as wide as saucers.

You simply laughed and cupped his cheeks "You said you liked me, right?" you said softly, affection undeniably flooding your gaze. He could only nod as he gaped at you.

"I like you too, okay? I just thought that you'd never like someone like me." You said with a simple shrug.

Izuku dissolved into small tears again, his bottom lip wobbly "You..like me..? Wh-Why me..?"

You almost laughed out loud, but instead gave him a small, shy smile "why you? Why not you? You're cute and funny and you're so smart. You have such a pure heart and you bust your ass to get what you want. You're amazing and so sweet, not to mention you're very pretty."

Your words, so heartfelt and shy in nature, made Izuku blush, and his eyes drip with the small tears. "I-...I dont know what to say" he whimpered "Thank you" Was all Izuku could manage as he pressed his face into your chest, trembling slightly from the adrenaline of his panic attack.

"You're welcome, Izuku." You mumbled as you placed a small kiss on top of his head. He felt a weight lift off of his chest, and smiled softly, closing his eyes as he relished in your embrace, before pulling away.

"W-we have to get ready for class.." He mumbled, his eyes still a bit red from crying, and his nose a bit stuffy. You gasped and chuckled "Yeah! You're right-" You grinned down at him and cupped his cheek "I'll let you change, Iida and Ochaco already left for school, so we can walk together."

Izuku blushed as you cupped his cheek, leaning into your touch with a shy smile "Okay..then lets do that" He said with a soft tone. You nodded and leaned down, gently pressing another quick kiss to his lips, before pulling back and smiling.

He flushed bright red and watched as you stood, offering your hand. Izuku smiled a little and took it, pulling himself up with your assistance. "Get dressed, I'll be waiting for you" You said with a goofy grin.

Izuku nodded as you turned. He suddenly grabbed you, his cheeks bright red as he gently took your hand in his, making you turn. He closed his eyes tightly and leaned in, pressing a shy kiss to your cheek "I-I'll be ready soon"

Your eyes widened, and cheeks melted into a rosy red color. You nodded and put a hand on your cheek "yeah..okay.." you mumbled as you spun around, walking out of Izukus room.

You leaned against Izukus dorm door and sighed, a huge smile pulling at your lips as you touched your cheek.

Izuku covered his face with his hands and smiled into his palms, a bright blush on his cheeks.

They're both so whipped.

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WHOOOOO im so tired frfr. its 11:13pm for me and ive been away from my house since 3:00pm. im gonna take a nice hot shower and go tf to sleep. if anyone has any suggestions/requests, just comment :)

Done With Life Or Nah?

Thank you so much for supporting part one. I'm really glad you guys like it a lot. So here's another part for you guys to enjoy

Summary: You're already losing yourself. But what happens if someone you love and you thought cares about you, hurt you? You already feel like ending it all, maybe he could help you. Help you end everything. The pain, the suffering. After all, he didn't really love you right? Or maybe you could start a new life?

Warning: Cursing, Depression, Loosing a limb(it's on part one), angst, suicidal thoughts. (Tell me if I need to add anything else)

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Maybe- "Y/n~" a voice shocks you before you could even use the knife. 'Toga' you thought, putting the knife away 'maybe not today' you quickly made your way to the door. "Yeah? Need something?" You raised an eyebrow at her. Brows furrowed at the way she had her hair down. She grins sheepishly and nodded her head. "You know how Kurogiri went out a couple days ago right?. He wants to meet ya" an awkward silence falls upon both of you. You nodded your head and followed Toga to meet Kurogiri.

"Hello dear. I guess you already know that I ask Toga to bring you here" he questioned which you nodded as an agreement. "Well regarding you um- hands" he stops abruptly and chuckles nervously as he can feel Dabi throwing daggers at him. "Would appreciate it if you stop looking at me like that" he mumbled before continuing "I bought a lil present for you" he brought out a box and put it in front of you. Silently asking you to open it. So you did with a little struggle of course, you only have one perfect hand anyway. Inside you see robotic hands if that even makes sense "I thought it would be great for you. Plus it is also built to handle a quirk so you can still use it with your immobilised hands". He went on nervously but stopped when he saw tears in yours eyes "Why my dear do you not like it? I'm sorry I thought you would like since you know-" he shut his mouth when you made your way towards him and hugged him as tightly as you can "Thank you Kuku you're the best" while wailing in happiness that someone actually thought about you other than Dabi and Toga of course.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Dabi's soft smiles but it seems like you're not the only one "Someone smiling" Toga yells teasingly "Shut up you psychopath" Dabi rolled his eyes while Toga giggled as a reply. "Awwwww someone getting soft" "I said shut the fuck up"

You can feel the warmth in your chest blooming. This is the feeling that you've been wanting to feel. The feeling of being cared for, appreciated and happy. The suicidal thought is now being pushed at the back of your mind. At the moment, you want to savour the feelings and memories forever. A laugh interrupted from you by watching those two bickering tears of happiness forming in your eyes.

Everyone went quiet for a hot second before they followed you. "There's the laugh I've been waiting for" Dabi mumbled. He's happy for you to finally find a light in your life even if it is the slightest bit of lighting. His eyes snap at the door near the meeting room, he can see the door opened the slightest bit and a bit of blue hair can be seen. He bit his words and let it died in his mouth, not wanting to ruin this mood. After all his favourite girl is finally out of her shell.

As you are retreating to your room, a voice calls out for you "You don't want to try it on?". You turned your back to see Dabi raising his eyebrows while drinking some wine "Didn't know you're a wine man" "There are a lot you don't know about me, princess" he chuckles. "Yeah Y/n try it! I bet it will look so cool! Or ugly. Sorry, my bad!" Twice yell. All of them look so eager to see you try it out. You take a deep breath "Does it need to be charged tho?" You ask Kurogiri. Silent takes over the room before once again the laugh interrupted. "Just imagine it ran out of battery while on the battlefield" spinner snickers. "Stop I can't" you laugh out loud. Even Kurogiri smiles widely at the accusations "Don't worry my dear. It uses batteries, pretty sure it could last almost a year" "That's good to know. I don't know what will happen if what spinner says happened" you giggled. "I'll be there to rescue you princess" Dabi says teasingly makes you roll your eyes "Sure Sure"

Slowly you connect the robotic hand with your left hand. Turn it on and double check to make sure it is on the right way. After a couple minutes, you try to light a fire and it "It works!" Toga exclaims excitedly. "Try to change the colour dear" Mr. Compress asked. You immediately change it to a blur colour almost like Dabi's fire. "I am impressed Kurogiri. I wonder where you got this from" You asked. He smiles in response while giving a sign that it is a secret. "Now we could go on a mission together! Not that I want to. Sorry!" Twice smiles. You nod while smiling brightly.

"Now who wants some food?"

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It is almost midnight when you sit on the rail on the rooftop. Breathing and taking in the beautiful scenery of Japan. You can't help but think about Dabi. The way he is always taking care of you. The way it treats you like you're the most fragile thing in the world. So soft and passionate. You smile while looking at the sky. Your body shivers by the cold breeze that hits your bare skin. The more you think about him. The more you feel like he's something to you. What are these feelings? Adoration? Love? Friends? Respect? You shook your head to clear up your mind.

You close your eyes, breathing in the fresh air. You barely notice the sounds of the door opening and the sound of heavy footsteps running towards you before all of the sudden you are being pulled back into a warm embrace. Snapping you out of your trance "What the fuck, Princess? Trying to get yourself killed?!" He yelled and you immediately recognised his voice,Dabi. "Woah there. A little warning next time perhaps-?" "Warning?! You are the one that needs to warn me!" "What? I did nothing!" "Yeah? Almost giving me a heart attack by sitting on the rail?" "You do it all the time, Dabi" you rolled your eyes, getting annoyed at this one fine hypocrite of a man. "That's a different story" "Same" "Different" "SAME" "Alright princess you win this time. Next time it's mine". You laughed happily at your win. He smiled obviously glad to see you all smiling again.

"You okay?" Dabi asked. You sighed "Just thinking about it" you replied, snuggling more into his warmth and he let you. "You shouldn't. Just forget about it. Continue with your life" "I couldn't help but think if I could have done it differently you know like" you stop abruptly noticing the side eyes he is giving you. "What?" "I'd rather have you all to myself princess " you blush at his response. Butterfly dancing in your stomach. "Dabi-" "Touya" you looked at him confused, a frown clearly on your face.

Straining your neck in the process. "It's, it's my name princess" he looked away face red. You frown gradually turning into a grin. "Touya?" You tested the name on your tongue. A shiver went through him at the sounds of his name. It's been such a long time since someone said it. "What's the occasion?" "Just making you as a special someone" You turned around so quick to look at him. "Dabi- Touya? What?" "So what's the answer princess?" Your heart beats for him and only for him. "Are you joking around?" There were tears in your eyes threatening to fall down. "No I'm not".

You smile at him, putting your face closer. When your lips meet and he's kissing you softly like he scares you're going to break. Both of you pull away for air "Does that answer it?" You giggle. "Hmmm I don't know. Maybe you need to try again" he smiled softly. His nose is touching yours as he watches you laugh. "That's not good. I need to show you more"

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Thank you so much for reading this🥰 I really hope you like it. I'm sorry for the late update. Life has been hectic recently. I'm not sure if I can accept some request but I'll find time to do it if you do Requests. This is basically the happy ending but if you want more extending one be sure to let me know. I'm working on the sad one so please do wait for that one. Love you guys ❣️

Update:-

I'll update the story "Done with life or nah" when I have time. I was only thinking about doing a short ending but then my brain exploded and I kept on going until it- more than I expected. I'll be updating the good ending first because my brain is focused on that one. Not sure when but sorry for the late update in advance. Thank you for the support ✨

In case any of you haven't read it yet, I'll link it here❣️

Done with life or nah?

Summary: You're already losing yourself. But what happens if someone you love and you thought cares about you, hurt you? You already feel like ending it all, maybe he could help you. Help you end everything. The pain, the suffering. After all, he didn't really love you right? Or maybe you could start a new life?

Warning: Cursing, Depression, Loosing a limb(read to find out who), angst, (not sure how I am supposed to note these but feel free to help me!)

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You lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, deep in your mind. The usual thinking about your life decisions. This has become a routine for you every night. `Was it worth it anymore?' `Am I really useless?'. Lifting yourself up, you make your way to the bathroom. Your hands push the door weakly. You stand in front of the sink, sighing after catching a glimpse of your miserable face, you turn your head down to look at your feet 'I hate myself'. Quickly your right hand opens the cabinet under the sink, hand clumsily searching for something. Finally found it, you take a look at the knife. A knife that Toga gave to you as a present for your birthday. The perfect knife for killing people, most importantly killing yourself. You lost in your mind again, thinking if you really should do this, if you should just end it all. Often you see yourself as a burden, as someone who holds the LOV back. Maybe if you weren't there, they would be happy. After all, who would want someone as worthless and useless as you are. "Who would want someone like me?" You repeated. Yeah maybe he is right. Slowly you lift up your left arm, you stare at it sadly while also feeling the anger rising up. Tears threaten to fall. From the wrist up, your hand is completely gone. 'Yeah he's right" you smile sadly while holding back tears.

The members noticed the change of your behaviour. The girl that used to smile a lot, making jokes to cheer them up, playful but at the same time serious is now gone. All that is left is a girl that is desperately trying to survive. But again they decided to not say anything. They already have a hunch of what happened that may be causing it.

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You just got back from your patrol. You know just the usual making sure there aren't any heroes out there that might already catch a smell of the base or else you all need to hide elsewhere. Feeling extremely tired you're hoping you would get some rest instead of comforting your boyfriend, Shigaraki, for the hundreds of times. Now don't get you wrong, you love him for all your life and would sacrifice yourself for him but recently things haven't been the best. You pushed the door to your shared bedroom, sighing to yourself miserably when you caught a pile of dust laying on the floor. Looks like the world will turn against you today too. `There goes another one'. It seems like another mission has gone wrong. You make your way to the corner of the room, having noticed your boyfriend scratching himself at the corner. You cringed at the blood on his body. "Babe? What happened?" You kneeled down in front of him. "Nothing, go away"

You sighed already knowing that this might take a while before you get the rest you needed. "Come on, Shiggy. I know something went wrong. Di-Did a mission failed again?", you tested your luck but when red eyes instantly snap towards your direction, you know you fucked up. "What do you mean by again?" he spats the words while glaring at you. "Do you really think I'm that worthless like you? I'm better than you, you stupid bitch!", You flinch. Trying not to make it worse, you try to explain yourself "No! I mean-" "LISTEN HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT. YOU'RE ONLY HERE BECAUSE I WANT YOU TOO. I COULD JUST KILL YOU INSTANTLY WITH HOW USELESS YOU'RE TO ME NOW. HOW USELESS YOU'RE BACK THEN"

"Someone who couldn't even save their own family when they are right there" He knows he is being irrational when you only want to help him but he couldn't help but push on one of your nerves.

Now the word keeps on ringing in your head. You smile to yourself remembering the accident 10 years ago when you can't even save your own family from the fire that happened because your brother couldn't contain himself when he discovered his quirk. The only reason you can't save them is because you have the same quirk. You can't fight fire with fire. It's only going to make it worsen, so you just watch as everything goes downhill. Watching with your own eyes, your own family burned alive or so that's what you told them. But little do they know, you didn't even want to save them, not at all.

"Fine. Do whatever suits you. I'm tired", You ended the fight right there and then. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He spat out, standing up. Immediately you back away, giving him space. "It's not like I can help you since you won't tell me anything at all" you turn around. "You? Help me? Some weaklings can't possibly think they can help someone as good as a god like me." He smirk. You smile despite the ache in your heart.

"You don't even have a good quirk"

Now that's got your attention. "Excuse me?" You turned your body toward him, feeling deeply offended and hurt. Your quirk isn't "weak" or special. But it's pretty strong. It's a fire quirk that is almost the same as Dabi but the difference is you can change the colour to any colours you want, so it's easier for you to blame the fire to anyone else since you don't have a permanent colour while Dabi's fire is a beautiful and fascinating blue. It always gets you off guard every time he uses it. Even you can't copy the colour perfectly.

"What the fuck did you just say?" You glared at him, extremely pissed off. "I said your quirk isn't that great" he smugly said. "I mean take a look at your own quirk Shigaraki. It's not that special either. Not to forget what it did to your own family" You slam a hand on your mouth. You went too far and you didn't mean to. Shigaraki eyes went wide open and he's fuming with anger. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to go that far!" "FUCK YOU" You hear footsteps outside the room. The others must have heard you guys fighting for a while now. "Fuck babe. I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" "DON'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT"

When both of his hands started to reach out for you, you immediately backed off. "SHIGARAKI PLEASE!" You pulled your hands away from him and tried to turn around when you heard the door open. When you feel pain shooting down your left arm and you're screaming bloody murder. The pains are shooting all over your body causing you to scream in agony. You feel someone pulled you away and brought you to the bar outside. They quickly cut your left hand's wrist to avoid it spreading. "Take a deep breath. It'll be okay" You hear Toga said after calming down. You cringe at the pain you feel in your left arm. "Here take this" Dabi placed pain killers in front of you. Without hesitating you just gulp down the pain killers, just wanting the pain to go away. "You okay?" Dabi asked. "Okay? OKAY?! WHAT THE FUCK DABI?! I JUST LOST MY FUCKING LEFT HAND! I'M NOT FUCKING OKAY" You cried but when you feel Dabi hugged you. You feel guilty for screaming at him when all his done is just helping you. "'m sorry. Scared" he nodded. "It's okay. It'll be okay. I'm here for you. We're here for you" he calmed you down. After a while, your crying slows down to hiccup.

"Y/N........." Dabi feels you tense up when you hear Shigaraki's voice. "Baby? Please I'm sorry" you don't reply to him. You heard his footsteps coming closer, making you hug Dabi even tighter. You feel Dabi lifting you up "Oi Oi Oi Back off" Dabi back away with you in his arm, clenching his teeth. He can't help but feel the hatred growing in his chest after seeing Shigaraki use his quirk on you causing you to lose your arm. "Dabi. 'm scared" you whimpered. "Shhh Shhh. It's okay. I won't let him come near you" he promised, bouncing you up and down still trying to calm you down. Even he himself feels irritated with Shigaraki.

Toga's hiding you and Dabi from Shigaraki sight. The others are ready to prevent you from hurting more than you already are. They all have a soft spot for you but won't admit it. "P-please" he begged them, eyes burning with tears that were leaking. But to his disappointment, none of them moved from their spot and he knew he couldn't even begin to convince them to let him see you. For him to possibly apologize even if you won't accept it, the least he could do is try. A couple minutes pass that feels like hours, you finally whimper from holding the pain due to the room getting so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Eyes snaps to you, Dabi clears his throat sending a glare in Shigaraki's way "I'll end you if I have to" and immediately retreats to his room. For a second you thought that he's bringing you back to your own room so you clutch your hands on his jacket and quietly whispers "'m don't wanna go back Dabs". "I know I know. I'll never bring you back in there even if you want to" he shushed you. He opens his door and closes in on his back making his way towards his bed. "Sorry my room might not be as nice as yours. There's only one bed so I hope you won't mind my body as a company" he chuckled making you smile a lil. A proud feeling is booming in his chest seeing that he makes you smile. "There's the sweet smile I have been missing"

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And ever since you've been sleeping in Dabi's room. Shigaraki tried talking to you a ~couple~ hundreds of times but you never glance his way to even notice him. Slowly but surely he has given up his hopes and instead tries to send you notes at least once a day to let you know that he's sorry. But it got burned by Dabi before it can reach you. And that makes you feel a lot more better at the thought of someone protecting you from danger.

Your eyes burned with tears at the memory, shaking your heads hoping that it'll go away. You sighed miserably while still looking at the knife. Should you?

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Maybe a part 2 if you guys want? This is my first post so please ignore the mistakes (tell me). I'm not really a writer and English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy it. There are two possible endings maybe shorts one but we'll see.

𝜗𝜚 random bf! Katsuki Bakugou texts!!

— Katsuki Bakugou x gender neutral reader

© haeunoo 2024 please do not steal, copy, or repost my work onto other platforms.

tomura shigaraki finishes his food like a damn gremlin and then the moment you come to eat yours, he suddenly remembers he’s starving and shoves himself in, eating like he didn’t just devour an entire meal ten minutes ago. he doesn’t even want your food, he just wants to make it inconvenient for you, bite into it while staring dead in your face like

“what the fuck are you gonna do about it?”

it’s not hunger, it’s dominance. kurogiri’s in the back sighing like a tired single mother, scolding him for being a dick again, but tomura doesn’t give a shit. he chews slow just to piss you off.

Shigaraki x Barista Reader

“Your Number.” (Fluff)

Danm it...

DANM IT!.

it was you again... the same woman who'd always be working in the coffee shop. your usual 9 to 4 shift,Saturdays to Wednesdays to where on Thursday, to Saturday youd do your daily chores, errands or relaxing...

There you were again... and again... every morning handing Tomura his usual Plain coffee with two sugar packets and you could never forget his stirring stick.

Once again in a repeated schedule Tomura would go every morning only during the days when you work at 10 am for his coffee, 9 was too early to see you.. he didn't seem THAT desperate for your attention but later on he had to things... 10... well.. 10 was perfect.

This had been his routine now, to get this coffee and see you behind that counter... the place was nearly always empty when Tomura was there but he didn't mind that at all...

He was here just for you after all...

He'd always have his snarky yet bold attitude towards you... yet you never minded?

He couldn't help to wonder why...did he hate it? Maybe... Maybe not?

Even when he wasn't in his best moods and was acting all cocky and harsh you'd still be nice.

It'd been pissing him off for quite awhile now... his anger with your kindness, your niceness towards his bullshit... you never called him out, never insulted him, never made any bad remarks or said anything rude. Just the same

'good morning!',

'what can I get for you?' bullshit. What did you think of him? Really... Did you even think he was attractive, or cool... or funny? Or was he just like some rude customer you put up with... what the hell were you thinking...?

It was driving him nuts, his mind racing... he just had to know what you were thinking... maybe you thought he was attractive, maybe you even found him attractive and cute, or at the least charming... it's not like he was some hideous creature or anything... his thoughts started to become more and more lewd and intrusive as his eyes slowly traced your body from behind the counter... damn it... His eyes started wandering down your body, thinking about what you looked like underneath your uniform, your skirt and your top and... dammit all-

He began to feel a slight heat rising to his face, quickly covering his reddening cheeks with his hand, scratching his cheek with his long, bitten back nails. This was a bad habit of his when he got nervous.

“Damnit... no no no...” he mumbled, rubbing his fingers over his rough neck, trying to quell the intrusive thoughts that we're growing more and more prominent in his head. He was getting all worked up over a woman just because she was nice to him, and she was attractive... he let out a low, exasperated sigh, his eyes remaining fixated on you the entire time while you prepared his coffee.

He continued to stare at you from where he stood, letting his eyes travel up and down your form, tracing every detail of your figure. He found himself becoming increasingly distracted, trying (and failing) to control his thoughts.

It's all your fault... you were too damn nice, too nice to a person like him, and that was just encouraging the thoughts he was having about you...

His scratching suddenly became more intense as he became more and more agitated... he felt trapped. Trapped in this seemingly endless cycle of infatuation and desire, unable to escape the hold you had over him. He needed to say something, anything, to break the silence between the both of you. Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly looked back up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and something else he wouldn't admit.

As he continued to stare he couldn't help but to wonder... would you be into him?

He could have sworn you Knew he was a villain. The moment where one day he had accident let down his mask in front if you as you stood in shock but quickly composed yourself to continue on and take his order.

He knew he wasn't the typical ideal type, He was too much of a dick, too standoffish with an attitude that didn't help much at all with making him approachable. He was awkward, he knew that much, his awkwardness could be endearing in some ways... but it would probably be a major turn off for most people.

His thoughts continued to race as he tried to figure you out.

'Fuck it.' Was all that rang in his mind as he subconsciously moved his body towards you.

'wait... wait..! Stop-... stop moving-!' His mind panicked as he stood infront of the counter as you looked up at him with a tilting head of confusion

"Do you need something sir?" You curiously asked

Dammit... he cursed himself, internally facepalming as he realised what he was doing, his eyes darting to the floor in embarrassment.

Why was it so damn hard to just ask... you...

It's was as if something was holding him back, like something inside him was keeping him from spitting it out. He felt pathetic, standing in front of you like a shy teenager with a crush.

As he heard you speak, he suddenly became acutely aware of the way you addressed him.

Sir? Why was it 'sir...' he was only twenty for Christ sake...

He scratched his neck again, trying to hide his reddened cheeks.

"I'd... like your number..." he mumbled, trying to sound as disinterested as possible as he forced himself to look up into your face, his eyes avoiding direct eye contact, instead focusing on the counter.

He knew it was a direct request and maybe a little bit sudden... but it had been gnawing at him for months now and he just... he just couldn't keep it in anymore.

"I'm sorry?" You furrowed your brows in confusion you didn’t hear him through his mumbles, you leaned over the counter to hear him better. He leaned forwards, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he repeated himself a bit more clearly.

"I asked for your number..."

He was so close, the only thing separating them was the counter top itself. He could smell the faint scent of pertume on you, as well as faint traces of coffee that clung to your clothing and skin.

Number? Like your employee number?….

"Is there a complaint you'd like to do?" You looked up at him with worry. Did your services not satisfy him? Was it a complain?

He let out an annoyed grunt, rolling his eyes at your confusion.

"No, no... there's no complaint... I just..." he paused, his mind running in circles trying to find the words to say.

"I just, I-" he was getting flustered again, his heart racing in his chest as he looked at you. He had come all this way, he was so close to asking... so why did he feel so damn nervous?

Your eyes furrowed deeply as you tried to understand his stuttered words.

He cursed internally, frustrated by his inability to express himself properly. He knew he probably looked like a complete idiot right now, standing there and stammering like an imbecile, but he just couldn't push the words out.

This was so damn frustrating...

He knew what he wanted, he knew what to ask for but his damn mind and mouth just weren't cooperating.

He took a deep breath and tried again.

"just-" he started, still refusing to make eye contact with you. His fingers dug into the edge of the counter as he tried to calm his racing heartbeat.

"Just... give me your number... please..." Please? he thought in disbelief. He rarely used please... hell, he hardly ever said please. But somehow it just slipped out without him realising.

His heart beat faster as he waited for your response, mentally preparing himself for the possibility of rejection...

"M-m-my number?" You stuttered out as your cheeks rose red, as you began to realize he wanted your number. sure you'd get asked for your number not often but time to time by a couple of different men. But during work? With a customer you Knew was a villain? You wanted to decline but danm it you've been crushing on him for what? The longest he's ever came to the shop?

He couldn't help but notice the way your cheeks became flushed, a slight blush spreading across your face. For some reason that made his gut twist in a way he wasn't quite used to...

He leaned a bit further forwards, his eyes darting from the counter, to your face and back again, hoping that his intense look wasn't too off putting.

"Yes... your number..." he repeated, the words leaving his mouth a bit more firmly this time. He was nervous, anxious even, but he was determined to get what he came for.

"O-oh...o-okay um.." you nervously shuffled through the counter to find a pen and paper

He couldn't believe it. You were actually... agreeing? That was unexpected.

He'd thought you'd turn him down, maybe say your weren't interested, or that it was against policy for employees to give out their personal information to customers...

He watched you intently as you searched through the storage underneath the counter, his heart thumping in his chest.

He couldn't stop himself from scratching at his neck again...

"Hurry up..." he mumbled, his impatience growing with every second that passed.

He wanted your number, he needed your number as soon as possible.

He glanced around, noticing how some of the other customers were shooting him weird looks from their seats, probably wondering why he was leaned over the counter so much.

He grumbled under his breath, wishing they would mind there own damn business...

You finally found a pen and ripped an empty recipe paper nervously writing down your number as you bit the inside your your cheek.

He watched as you hastily scribbled your number down, his eyes eagerly following the movement of your hand.

His heart rate was increasing by the second, the anxiousness and anticipation was almost too much for him to handle.

He leaned himself forwards even further, his arms pressing against the counter as he craned his neck to get a better view of the number you were putting down.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, you stopped writing, ripping the piece of paper from the recipe book and holding it out to him.

He stared at it for a moment, his eyes fixed on the numbers you had written on it.

This was it. Your number... he could finally have a direct way of communicating with you...

He quickly snatched the piece of paper out of your hand, holding it between his fingers as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

He could feel the excitement building inside of him, his pulse racing as he folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

He looked back up at you, and for a split second, he almost felt like he was on cloud nine. But just as quickly as the feeling came, the reality of what he had just done hit him like a truck.

He'd just gotten the number of a woman he had zero chances of actually getting, and he didn't even know how to talk to women. He was in way over his head already.

He quickly attempted to school his expression, trying to maintain his usual bored and nonchalant expression, not wanting to let on how much this interaction had affected him.

But as he stared at your nervous expression and flushed cheeks, he realised he was failing miserably. He could feel his own face heating up, the tips of his ears feeling warm as the realisation hit him. He cleared his throat, attempting to compose himself before speaking.

"Thanks..." he mumbled, his voice coming out more gruffly than he had intended.

He knew he should probably say something else, anything else, but he was tongue tied.

His mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to think of something to say to make this situation less awkward. He fidgeted with the paper in his pocket, his fingers tracing over the numbers written on it.

"U-um-…T-thank you..." you softly spoke as you looked at his hidden features. Your ears were dusted with a hue of red as you looked up at him with the most loving eyes. He couldn't help but notice the way your eyes softened as you spoke, the look of admiration and affection in your gaze making his heart skip a beat.

He felt a sudden rush of heat to his cheeks, his body reacting involuntarily to your look.

He quickly looked away, desperately trying to hide the effect you were having on him.

"Whatever..." he mumbled, attempting to sound disinterested and unbothered but failing miserably.

He dug his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, his fingers gripping the piece of paper that held your number. He knew he should probably leave now, he had gotten what he came for, after all... but something was stopping him from walking out the door.

He glanced back at you, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment too long before he spoke up again. "I..uh, I should get going..."

"Y-yeah um-" you cleared your throat before continuing

"yea... thank you for...coming,"

He nodded in response, his heart beating a little faster as he realised that this was it, he was actually leaving.

"Yeah, no problem...thanks..for your number ..again." he mumbled, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

He started to slowly back away from the counter, his eyes still fixed on you. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay here and talk to you, but he knew he couldn't.

"I'll..see you around..." he finally managed to say, giving you one last glance before turning and making his way towards the door.

“Y-yeah..”

As you watched him leave you felt your heart flutter with nervousness... excitement...happiness..., you held on to your chest with quivered lips as you watched him leave.

He pushed the doors open, stepping out into the bustling mall. He could feel his heart beating faster than usual, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He put his hands in his pockets again, his fingers automatically tracing over the piece of paper that had your number.

He could still smell the faint scent of perfume and coffee lingering in his nostrils, a constant reminder of just how close he had been to you.

As he walked through the mall, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief.

He, a villain, had just gotten the number of a cute, innocent worker. He smirked, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he thought about the whole interaction. It was so cliché, so movie-like, he felt like a damn fool. He had acted like a bumbling idiot almost the whole time, stuttering and blushing like a preteen boy with a crush.

He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of his thoughts. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't forget the way you looked at him.

It replayed over and over in his mind, a never ending loop of your soft eyes and flushed cheeks.

As he continued to walk, he suddenly realised something.He had no idea what to do with your number.Sure, he had it now, but what was he supposed to do with it? Text you? Call you? He wasn't even sure if you'd actually respond.

He cursed under his breath, shoving his hands further into his pockets as he tried to figure out his next move. He considered just throwing the piece of paper away, it would probably save him a lot of trouble in the long run...

But as much as he tried to convince himself, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The thought of letting go of your number, of losing the only direct way he had of communicating with you, was too much for him to bear.

He needed that number, he had to have it. It was like some kind of sick obsession, the need to have this small piece of paper was driving him insane.

He grumbled to himself, frustrated by the conflicting emotions coursing through him. He didn't understand it, he didn't understand why he felt so drawn to you, why he felt this intense desire to have your attention. He had never felt like this before, not for anyone. It was like you had a hold on him, a power over him that he couldn't break free from.

He wasn't even sure if he wanted to break free, that's what worried him. He was becoming too attached to you, too obsessed...

As he continued walking, he suddenly caught sight of his reflection in a store window.

He looked a mess, his hair was sticking up at odd angles, his eyes were wide and dilated, and his cheeks were flushed red.

He quickly looked away, cursing under his breath again. Why did he look so damn flushed? Why was he acting like some love sick fool?

He gritted his teeth, feeling a wave of self loathing wash over him. It was pathetic, it was... embarrassing. He couldn't let anyone know how he was acting, they'd think he was weak, soft. It was bad enough that you had probably noticed his odd behaviour, if anyone else found out he'd never hear the end of it.

He had been walking for what felt like forever, his mind a tangled mess of thoughts and feelings. He was becoming frustrated, irritated at himself for being such a coward.

He had you number, he could text you right now if he wanted to... but he didn't know what to say.

He didn't want to come across as too forceful or inappropriate...

He let out an annoyed sigh, pulling the piece of paper out of his pocket again and staring down at the numbers scrawled on it.

He could feel the paper crumpling under his grip, his fist clenching subconsciously as he looked at it. as he stared down at the paper, reading the numbers over and over again, he knew it was pointless to try and deny it.

He was obsessed with you, completely and utterly obsessed. He couldn't go an hour without thinking about you, wondering what you were doing, if you were thinking about him...

He was a goner, and he knew it.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly unlocking it placing in your number, opening up the messaging app.

He stared at the screen, watching the cursor blink silently as he tried to gather his thoughts.

What did he say? Should he be direct and straight to the point? Should he try to be casual and charismatic? Should he text you right away or wait until later?

He groaned in frustration, his fingers hovering over the keyboard but unable to type anything.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He had to do this, he had to send you a message. It didn't matter what it said, as long as he got the chance to talk to you.

He started a new message, staring at the blinking cursor again.

"Hey" he typed, then immediately deleting it. No, that was too casual. Too generic. He needed something more unique, something that would grab your attention.

He tried again, his fingers moving furiously over the keys.

"Sup?" No, that was too casual. Too dismissive. He didn't want to sound disinterested.

He backspaced again, trying a different approach.

"Hello." No, that was too formal. Too abrupt. It would make him sound like a creep.

He cursed under his breath, struggling to find the right words to say.

He didn't want to come across as too desperate or too casual. He had to find the sweet spot, the perfect message that would get your attention without sounding clingy or creepy.

He tried again, his fingers trembling as he typed.

"Hey, it's me..." he typed, then quickly deleted it. No, that was too vague. That would make you question who he was.

He grumbled to himself, getting more and more frustrated by the second.

He knew he was overthinking this, making a mountain out of a molehill...

But something about you just made his brain turn to mush.

He took another deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.

He had to just bite the bullet and type something, anything. It didn't matter what, as long as it got the conversation started.

He typed quickly, before he had a chance to second guess himself.

‘It's Tomura.’ he wrote, then quickly typed another message.

‘The guy who came into the coffee store earlier.’

'Black hoodie and blueish hair?’ You replied in a instant.

He chuckled at your description, his heart fluttering a bit at the fact that you remembered what he was wearing.

'Yeah, that's me.' he typed, a small, barely noticeable smile gracing his lips.

REASONS NOT TO END IT ALL:

1) all the unreleased songs from your favourite artist

2) all the dogs and cats waiting to be loved by you

3) GOTTA OUTLIVE THE HATERS

4) THE HATERS GONNA BE HAPPY IF YOU DIE

5) potatoes. boil them, mash them, fry them up till golden and crispy

6) we got 2 more fnaf movies to go

7) dr. pepper

8) you have so many hugs left to give and get

9) you might eat your favourite meal tomorrow

10) keep telling yourself “not today.” one day you won’t have to.

please, REBLOG + ADD MORE REASONS!

Dabi hcs part 2 (random)

Late night ramble (barely proofread lol). I tried to put together some Dabi head canons, I tried to keep them realistic as possible. Not much fluff or angst to be honest, just random thoughts 💭!

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-When he’s been out for a while without doing his hair. He would come over to your place to try and use your bathroom to retouch his roots.

-Every time he does this, he would definitely leave random specks of black dye all over your sink and wall. (He tries to deny that he makes a mess every time)

-Steals random trinkets for you, but 90% of them are pretty useless and random. When he gives you these trinkets he would say something on the lines of, “I thought it looked cool” or “I found something cool”. Realistically he wanted to try to impress you on his finds.

-When the two of you hangout, he would bring you to the most shadiest/secluded places ever. He’ll somehow make the most of it for you, and the two of you genuinely enjoy your time out together. The two of you would mostly spend your time talking together about news,drama(within the league), and random conversations that have no correlation whatsoever.

-doesn’t smoke at ALL, especially with his critical condition. If someone is smoking near him he would get all dramatic and start (fake)coughing profusely.

-when his scars begin to spread around hard to reach areas. he would ask you to move his stables in the corresponding areas that needs it. Most of the time, you do help him but sometimes it can get real icky especially in deeper areas. Every time you help him, he’d crack jokes about his stables and health(these jokes were never that funny).

-chronically online when it comes to social media drama/hero drama. He pretends to not care about hero media but then spends hours on end on his phone catching up on it.(definitely a Instagram reels user)

-the driest texter ever, he would take hours, days, or even weeks to respond to messages(which is surprising since he seems to be glued to his phone). When he does respond, he’d tried to brush it off and say that he was ‘busy’. He definitely texts with at least 5 words or less depending on the situation.

-Following up with the dry texter idea, he’d also have dry jokes. He would say the most twisted jokes with a dead pan face(honestly this would make the joke funnier than it actually was).

-Do not leave food around him or he will take it and eat it. He’s not extremely picky with his food but if the food looks and smells good, he’s definitely going to take at least a bite.

<he was definitely a picky eater in the past before the Sekoto peak incident.

-He probably isn’t a fan of super sour or spicy foods. He probably has a secret sweet tooth. He got caught having a sweet tooth when the league began to notice that he’d always had some sort of sweet with him, which further exposed his little obsession with sweets.

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I hope you guys enjoy! If you have any headcanons for Dabi please share them, I’d love to hear them! <3