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Restless nights. Because I’ve been having panic attacks so now you guys can too!!
Restless nights <3 Izuku x reader
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fem!reader, swearing, mentions of smoking and of panic attacks/anxiety. Also mentions of depression,
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Things between you and Izuku are…complicated.
(Context: 2nd year at UA, friends with benefits, nothing sexual, but pushing boundaries. Aizawas still 2A’s hr teach cause I said so.)
So what if your best friend was your first kiss? So what if your best friend is your cuddle-buddy? Did that really matter to anyone? Should it?
You staggered into your dorm, tired as hell. Leave it to Aizawa, even after fighting in a literal war, he still takes it upon himself to train the life out of you and your classmates.
Can never be too safe or whatever he says.
You barely even manage to close your door, before rag-dolling onto your mattress, the cool sheets embracing your worn body.
You lay in silence for a minute, or what you thought was a minute.
When knocking opens your eyes, your dorm is filled with orange and yellow hues. When had you fallen asleep?
“Y/n, you’re going to miss dinner.” Izuku peeked into your dorm, seeing you waking from your impromptu nap.
You feel a small smile tug at your lip. “So?” Your rough, sleepy voice replies, “who needs dinner when I have a snack right in my doorway.”
You hear a scoff/laugh. “Typical.” Izuku’s cheeks are warm, but he’s not surprised. He walked into your dorm, closing the door behind him.
The bed sinks next to your head as he sits comfortably on your mattress, and you waste no time in settling your head in his lap. He knows the drill. His hand goes to your head before you can start your ‘wiggles of complaint’ as you call them.
“Mm..they grow up so fast.” You mutter teasingly, “Shut up.” Izuku’s laughs make you smile.
The silence was so comfortable, just the sound of Izuku’s blunt nails gently scratching your scalp.
Eventually, you sat up, sliding to sit in his lap.
His cheeks warm a bit, but his hands find your waist. “Baby,” he murmured with a tone so sweet it made your teeth hurt.
“Hm?” You grunted.
Izuku pulled back slightly to look at you, his doe eyes sparkly behind his glasses. “Kiss?”
You rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself. “What a gentleman.” You remarked, before fulfilling his polite request for affection.
Sure, you didn’t have labels, but you had time. So no rush.
Big warning!!
There’s gonna be gore, cannibalism and apocalyptic themes in this piece, along with character death. So BE ADVISED.
(This is the next part to the Izuku x fem!reader in the apocalypse based off of a nightmare i had. Quirkless AU)
(Also I apologize if this is sloppy, it’s 4:23am and I haven’t slept so…enjoy!)
BIG trigger warning!!!!
This piece contains the following: body horror, mentions of cannibalism and gore and stuff.
If that makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read this. It was based on a nightmare I had so just be wary.
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Iida. Iida Tenya. What a guy.
(cw: heavy topics like self h@rm.)
Tenya Iida x Chubby!Fem!Reader.
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Tenya. Put-together, well-groomed…confident.
Why did he even look at you?
Why did anyone look at you?
What was there to look at?
You looked up at the sky, clouds rolling lazily through the violet and navy shades above. Stars occasionally peeked through, reminding you just how small and insignificant you were.
Iida was so great.
You looked at the ledge you were leaning on, the railing cool against your arm.
Your forearm that carried extra weight.
Your eating habits slipped again, and every time you looked in the mirror, you felt sick.
Your costume got too tight to fight in, and trying to get a new size ended up being a shameful run-around.
When asked why you were modifying it, you had to squeak out some shitty excuse no one believed.
Tears dripped down your cheeks.
What the hell was wrong with you? Everyone was okay, so why weren’t you?
Your head screamed at you.
Your skin felt so heavy.
Iida had always been understanding, yet gently urging you in a healthier direction. He meant well, but each concerned look left you feeling worse than you did before.
Tears streamed down your cheeks, and you felt sobs climb up your throat, threatening to free themselves.
He’d be better off. What did you really offer him anyway?
Meanwhile, Iida looked up at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep. Weirdly enough, he felt a slight bit of anxiety. He sat up, his stomach twisting into knots.
His body moved on autopilot, slipping on slippers, grabbing a pair of glasses, and walking towards the stairs.
He found himself walking onto the roof. “Y/n?”
You whipped around. “Iida? What are you doing out here?” Iida never broke the rules.
Iida walked over to you, a small smile on his face. “I couldn’t sleep.” His anxiety melted as he saw you. As always.
You looked up at the sky to hide your tear ridden face. “Me either.” You somewhat lied.
Iida stood next to you, the wind gently drifting through his hair.
The two of you enjoyed the silence, before he spoke. “I love you.” He mumbled, on of his arms sliding around your waist.
You burst into tears.
Iida blinked, his brows raising in surprise. Slowly, he circled you with his strong arms.
His fingers carded through your hair, and his expression softened.
“Youre safe.” He whispered, kissing the top of your hair.
“I love you, and I need you.”
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Merry Christmas! Enjoy this Iida x Reader
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⋆˙⟡ Detention. Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Delinquent!Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙
ᯓ✦ Warnings; swearing, mentions of su!cide
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No- no no no.
This was bad. Very very bad.
Izuku frantically paced the halls, his hands in his hair. How could he lose it? How did it manage to disappear? Izuku was sure he put it on his desk before he left for lunch, and now it was missing.
Izuku’s most prized possession (aside from his limited edition All Might action figure) was missing—
His hero analysis notebook for the future was gone.
Despite the title, the notebook held a good chunk of personal details and mini journal entries; his fears, hopes, his dreams and his insecurities…that book held so much value and so much blackmail that poor Izuku was sure he was going to have a heart attack.
As he walked through the halls, he heard laughter coming from an empty classroom. Familiar voices speaking and making jests. Izuku wasn’t originally going to say anything- or even bother to look, but his curiosity got the better of him.
Slowly approaching the doorway, Izuku tried to walk as quietly as possible, after all, he didn’t want any trouble, or anyone to think he was being creepy-….not that they didn’t already.
He peeped into the classroom and scanned the desks. There was a group of students all too familiar to Izuku, Bakugou and his lackeys. The group of boys were standing around in a circle, with Bakugou holding something and looking down at it.
Izuku’s heart plummeted into his stomach and his legs suddenly felt heavy.
Please- god no-
Izuku thought as he slowly stepped into the classroom, gripping the fabric of his pants and pinching it to keep himself from trembling.
If there’s one place his notebook might be, it was definitely in the hands of the group of boys who took too much pleasure in humiliating and embarrassing Izuku.
One of the boys in the group noticed the sudden addition to the number in the room, and smirked, nudging Katsuki.
“Hey man, look, it’s the dweeb.” The boy said as he gestured to Izuku, who looked like he might faint if the A/C blew on him too hard.
Bakugou turned his head slightly, Izuku’s notebook in his hands and a cocky smirk pulling at his lips. “Hey there, nerd. Missing something?” It was cruel, the laughs coming from the other boys. Snickers that they couldn’t be bothered to suppress.
Izuku could only manage to choke out a “Y-..yeah.” His voice clearly demonstrating how small he felt, which really only added gas to the fire of laughter.
Katsuki looked down at the book before holding it up, revealing a drawing of the girl Izuku had seen the other day, the girl with the bandaid on her cheek bone. Izuku didn’t know what her name was, but he still thought about the interaction they’d shared the other day, even if it wasn’t all that important to the girl herself.
Seeing the drawing though, Izuku’s heart dropped into his stomach. “Drawing pictures of people? And the hearts on the page?” Bakugou questioned, tapping the page with the pretty drawing of your face on it. “Seems..stalker-ish.”
Katsuki’s grin only grew wider when he saw the desperation on Izuku’s face, the way his eyes were wide and held so much shame and embarrassment; it made Katsuki feel so high and mighty- so powerful.
“Th-that’s not…” Izuku tried to find his voice, but words escaped him. His ears burned with an embarrassed blush, his eyes stinging and threatening to let tears fall. He’d always been teased for being so observant and always being so keen on picking up small details, people didn’t take well to being analyzed.
His sorry excuse of a defense only made the boys laugh harder, even earning a couple chuckles from Bakugou.
“You know, if anyone found out they were the victim of you crushing on them? They’d probably kill themselves.” Bakugou said with a smirk, his tone cruel and borderline sadistic. The comment made Izuku feel sick, and the room didn’t seem to quiet.
Finally, Midoriya found his voice. “K-Kacchan..please can I just have my book back? Please?” His plea was soft and pathetic, even Izuku felt it was. He felt small, like a bug that the world overlooked and stepped on.
His plea, though small and seemingly insignificant seemed only to burn Katsuki’s nerves, making his smirk fall from his lips. His brows furrowed as he closed the book. Who was Izuku Midoriya to ask something from him, Katsuki Bakugou?
Katsuki’s jaw set as he looked down at the book. Izuku was a worm. Nothing but a pest. He held power over the pathetic, sorry excuse of a boy.
Bakugou clicked his tongue, before holding up the precious notebook. Something about Izuku just made Katsuki so incredibly angry. Seeing the small symbol of hope that maybe- just maybe one day Izuku could be a hero some day..? It made something hot and hateful bubble up inside of Katsuki. “What the hell is so important about this damn book, huh? It’s not like you actually have any chance of being a hero without a quirk. The most you’re good for is being a casualty in a villain attack.”
Those words hung heavy in the air, the laughter from his friends suddenly silent. The room was so quiet, that the laughter and chatter from the cafeteria down the hall could faintly be heard.
Izuku couldn’t believe what he’d heard. His ears were ringing from the silence in the room, and his eyes suddenly stung. He’d known Katsuki had changed a lot after he got his quirk and Izuku didn’t get one, but the words he just shot out were so cruel and demeaning.
The silence felt awkward, until one of the boys spoke up; “Cmon man, we’re wasting our time with him.” He said as he nudged Bakugou, who gave a gruff puff of air and threw the book onto the floor. “Whatever.” Was all he grumbled, not exactly looking remorseful for the overly harsh comment he’d just spat in Izuku’s face.
The group of boys gradually filed out of the room, Bakugou making sure to step on the notebook as he followed.
Once alone, Izuku quietly shuffled forward and grabbed the book, looking down at his precious notebook. He gently traced the black marker on the front, his fingertips shaking as he gently and tenderly caressed the smooth cover.
His eyes fell shut, and he had to bite his lip to prevent from letting out a whimper as a quiet, painful tear slipped down his freckled skin.
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Izuku walked into the boys’ locker room, mentally preparing himself for gym. It wasn’t his favorite class, by a long shot. People always excluded him, or hung in their cliques, leaving Izuku to his own devices.
Whenever they had to pair of for exercises before class started, the class always made sure to look the other way, or to quickly find partners. Even the other lesser liked students were visibly annoyed or uncomfortable with being partners with Izuku.
He sighed as he heard the chatter of the other boys getting ready, deciding to just quietly change and leave the locker rooms before someone decided to spray him with water like last time, or make comments on his appearance.
As he walked into the room, he glanced at his locker, and then froze. The lock was off of it, and the door was slightly ajar.
Fuck.
Izuku quickened his pace and prayed to whatever god was watching that his things were still inside, however, his clothes were missing. Amazing. Wonderful.
A sigh slipped past his lips. What was he supposed to do? Izuku snuck a discreet glance over his shoulder to look at the boys in the room. Everyone looked busy with what they were doing. He couldn’t say anything and risk being messed with, because if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t feel like drawing unwanted attention.
But on the other hand, their gym teacher would likely give him a detention for not wearing his uniform, and they were a bit on the pricy side, so he knew he couldn’t just ask his mom for another and provide a shitty excuse.
Izuku closed his eyes and leaned forward, quietly closing his locker and resting his forehead on the metal. His day was just not going great. Not at all in fact.
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As he walked with the boys, Izuku felt their gazes boring into him. He was still in the black school uniform, long sleeve and pants, while everyone else was wearing the white tee and the red shorts that went with the PE uniform. He knew someone in his class had stolen his uniform, and he knew he was gonna be called out for it.
Eventually they reached the gym, where the girls were already mingling and talking. The gym always smelled of rubber and sweat, and the air was stuffy. The chatter of students echoed in the room, and Izuku stood by himself, like usual.
It wasn’t horribly long before their gym teacher, Mr. Kusogaki walked into the gym. He was an older man, with sunken in, weary blue eyes and shaggy pink hair that was always tied up in a bun. There were rumors he was in the military, while others said he was a yakuza member, considering him the large tattoo he had on his left bicep. But regardless, Kusogaki was a stern man, and often called students out.
He trudged into the mass of students, crossing his arms and sighing, before sucking in a breath. “Line up! All of you!” And they did, each student sitting in their assigned spots,however, instead of beginning roll call, Kusogaki spoke again. “Today class C will be joining us. The school board has insisted we start involving students more in their physical education and teamwork skills or whatever. It’s a two week program, you’ll be partnered up with someone for the two weeks and present a demonstration of your quirks and skills of teamwork.”
He continued to speak, but Izuku’s mind was elsewhere, praying that he didn’t get singled out for his uniform. However, once he heard the gym doors open, he couldn’t help but look up with the rest of the students. His eyes sifted through different students, the girls and boys of class C. Then his eyes landed on a familiar face.
His heart dropped into his throat, and his eyes widened.
He saw the girl with the bandaid on her cheek; her brows were furrowed and her lips turned down into an unamused look. She looked scary but..really pretty. Another thing that caught Izuku’s eye, was the clothes she was wearing.
Izuku didn’t exactly blame the girls for being uncomfortable in the uniforms, the bottoms were basically bikini bottoms and the shirts were thin and white; but seeing that girl- dressed so confidently in the regular school uniform and not the gym uniform? It was…a little odd if Izuku was being honest.
Meanwhile, Kusogaki sighed at seeing you in the uniform. It wasn’t surprising, nor did it even bother him anymore. “Ms. L/n, breaking the dress code again?” He asked in that tired and scratchy voice.
You simply sheugged and crossed your arms, looking as unamused as he did. No way you were going to wear something as revealing as the uniform. “Yeah, yeah I get it, detention.” You said with a huff. You were always the only one breaking the rules thanks to your strict moral code, most of the girls thought it was dumb to earn detentions over something like that, but it really mattered to you.
Kusogaki trailed his gaze back to the seated students, each in their respective seats. His gaze, however, halted and weighed on Izuku. “And you, Mr. Midoriya, where is your gym uniform?” He asked, his eye brow raising ever so slightly. Usually, Izuku kept his head down and was respectful. The well behaved type.
Izuku’s stomach sank as his ears caught the faint snickers of a few boys sitting in the group, making his eyes drift down. He knew someone in that group, likely the boys laughing, had stolen it, but there was nothing he could do without making things worse for himself. “I…” Izuku’s words seemed to come out like molasses, should he maybe speak up..? Say something about the bullying and harassment he always faced?
He sucked in a breath, before continuing; “…I lost it.” A feeling of shame crawled up his gut and to his waterline, but he blinked back the tears, refusing to let himself cry in the middle of class (and cry for the third time that day.)
While the excuse sounded believable to anyone who didn’t give much of a glance to Izuku, Kusogaki wasn’t so convinced. He was a seasoned teacher and had 60 years of life under his belt. The tired man’s brow dipped a bit, his jaw shifting ever so slightly as he figured what to say to the meek excuse he was given. Eventually, a tired sigh slipped past his lips. “Detention after school. Bring it tomorrow, or buy a new one.”
Izuku’s heart suddenly picked up. He’d never been in detention before, and he didn’t want that on his track record if he was going to try and get into UA; especially since he was already…yeah…
However…
Izuku’s emerald green irises dragged over to you, where you stood talking to a couple girls.
He was going to have detention with the pretty girl with the bandaid…
Maybe it wouldn’t be..so bad?
Part 1
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An: HII!! I’m so so so so sorry Ita taken me so long to get this out. Finals are coming up, and I’ve been SO busy with my social life and everything like that. Anyways, I’m thinking about making this into a series. It would give me a fun project to do and something to drive me to write more. Again, sorry for taking too long loves. Have an AMAZING day!!
⋆˙⟡ Bandaid. Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Delinquent!Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙
ᯓ✦ Warnings; swearing, mentions of bullying.
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Izuku stared at his reflection with tired eyes. It had been a while since he had been treated so roughly by his former best friend, Katsuki Bakugou, he actually got punched today.
His cheek was red and already starting to swell, just his luck. Izuku knew he should’ve kept his mouth shut, but when people talked heroes, he couldn’t help himself.
Izuku sighed softly as he leaned over the sink in the boys’ bathrooms, using his fingertips to slowly and gingerly touch his sore cheek. The sharp pain was now a dull throb, sending slow and painful waves through his the right side of his face, and reminding him of how he pissed Katsuki off today.
Sent 9:01
summary: clicking on contacts in a hurry, you accidentally send a compromising photo Deku, your fellow classmate. Neither of you were expecting the other to be up so late when classes were to presume the next day, and neither of you really minded.
warnings: blowjobs, teasing, Deku’s first time
word count: 3123
[new message: yn]
Deku could hardly grab his phone fast enough, fumbling with the passcode in his excitement. Despite texting you numerous times a day, the rush of adrenaline he received when your name popped up on his screen was greater than any feeling he could get from battle. Maybe it was because he usually knew what to expect from fighting, always a plan in mind. But, with you, the possibilities were endless. Training? Study session? Dinner? Just chatting? He wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t wait to find out. Scrolling through the pages of his home screen, he landed on the one with his texts on it, quickly tapping it with his thumb. You two chatted quite frequently, and in comparison, he didn’t text anyone much (with the exception of All Might, who constantly asked to speak with him during lunch periods, and Bakugo, who found the idea of being able to berate Midoriya without having to physically see him appealing), meaning you were already on top of his notification list. He anxiously opened your contact, reading the message hastily.
Minaaaa, this set is cute but lwk expensive - sent 9:00 p.m. do I keep??? - sent 9:00 p.m. wait let me send a pic - sent 9:00 p.m.
Admittedly, he’s a bit confused. First, he’s definitely sure he’s not Mina, looking down at the skin he’s confident hasn’t been changed to pink through some miracle. And, second, what were you even talking about? Set? Of what? Realizing it must have been a mistake, maybe even something he should stay not knowing, he opens his keyboard to tell you you must’ve clicked on the wrong contact. But, just as he begins typing, his eyes flick up at a new message.
[image attached] - sent 9:01 p.m.
Deku probably shouldn’t have been nosy, digging into texts clearly not for him. He wonders if this was almost as bad as digging into your texts with Mina herself. But, another part of him is curious. Most of your peers were sound asleep, not a single noise in the dorm except for the gentle breeze the stirring papers in front of him. He was supposed to be studying, was studying, before you texted. Fine, he decided to himself silently, going to click on the attachment. I’m already in this deep, what’s one more harmless distraction? He predicted he would click the image quickly, send an apology text that he’s in fact not Mina, but hello regardless, and be on his merry way. What he couldn't have predicted, though, was the image he actually saw. You stood in front of a full body mirror, one he saw before in your bedroom while passing. He observed a few things: posters of your favorite shows, shows you’ve bonded over, a particularly made bed, silk sheets flowing over the frame, and finally, the subject, you. Your face is covered by your phone, but almost every other aspect of you is exposed. One leg over the other, you showed off the white mesh socks you were wearing, sitting right below your thighs that were pressed together. Between your thighs were the lace underwear that rested just about on your hip line, lace trimming the edges . The color was light pink, along with your bralette, that hung on your chest, clinging to you. Looking a bit closer, he recognized the pattern of roses adorning the fabric. He admired for a moment before realizing what he actually just saw.
Oh. Oh.
Once he fully comprends, he shields his eyes immediately, wincing at how hard he just hit himself. That would definitely leave some mark, but it didn’t matter. Not with the already red shade crawling up his neck, threatening to seep into his face. He cracks an eye open only to swipe away, immediately hiding away in his face again. He just saw your legs with nothing on them besides, practically clear socks and a small garment covered in lace. Was this what girls usually send each other? He couldn’t even fathom the thought of asking Denki if a pair of boxers made him look good, or Todoroki if a compression shirt looked nice on him with his abs. There were too many questions whirling around his mind, and if he wasn’t short circuiting on the impact of seeing you, he was now. Maybe the, now swirling, gut feeling planted within him was correct. He rubbed the face once more over his face before opening his eyes, looking at the screen again. He was grateful for the phone’s option of being told there was an image attached without having to actually see it. What he wasn’t grateful for was the option to see when someone was typing, because it made him dizzy, not knowing what you were to say next. Did you notice it wasn’t Mina? Were you embarrassed? Mad at him? He couldn't even think about the last option without his chest tightening. The forewarning of a message almost made him sick. Through his fear induced haze, he came to an epiphany. If he could see you typing, that means… He looked at his keyboard, to discover not only was it open, he was very much typing. Ohgodohgodohgod he was so screwed. Maybe you weren’t aware of your error yet, but you knew whoever was behind the phone saw it, and was actively in the inbox. Red fully consumed him now as he scrambled for ideas of what to do next. He couldn’t even think straight with the mortification. And, though he’d been training extensively, he wasn’t sure his legs had gotten bulkier to the amount his boxers would feel this tight. Facing you seemed unbearable, and he went to the next best thing. Ending it. Through the window sounded like a good option, but since you were still awake, you might make eye contact on the way down. Suffocation could work too, but he felt weirdly… possessive over accidentally dying with his phone unlocked and anyone being able to see the photo. Plus, he really didn’t want to die with everyone knowing thinking he was a pathetic, lonely, horny loser. Did boners work when you were dead? He didn’t know, and he didn’t care to find out. He reached a dead end of idea as you texted again, the notification snapping him out of it.
why are you taking so long to type - sent 9:07 p.m. does this mean I’m jaw dropping lmfao - sent 9:07 p.m.
You were, Deku said to himself before scribbling the thought out of his mind. What was he thinking? You were his classmate! Yes, you were pretty, prettier than any girl he’s ever seen, but what he saw was still wrong. This entire situation and every detail was wrong. He took a sip of water to cool himself off because has it always been so hot in here? He spits it out and chokes on it with the next message.
Deku??? - sent 9:08 p.m.
This was it. He’s lived a good life, could’ve experienced some more things, sure, but simply couldn’t live after this. He threw his phone across the room, almost hitting a valuable All Might figure, and his face into the pillow. No one could see the photo if the screen was destroyed, he supposes. What could he do now? He had to see you tomorrow, and wasn’t sure if he could look you in the eyes. In fact, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to do that again. He could try to pretend he saw nothing, but you were smart, and he was a bad liar. No, if he was going to die, he’d at least apologize first before smothering his face full of cotton. He paced around his room, practicing to himself. After a few minutes, he picked up his, surprisingly not cracked, phone again. Though, he did feel a bit light headed, so he assumed the throw hadn't been too hard. He was faced with four new messages from you.
your poor innocent eyesssss I’m so sorry - sent 9:15 p.m. omfg are you choking??? - sent 9:15 p.m. what just hit your wall, you okay? - 9:16 p.m. please relax I can hear your shuffling - sent 9:16 p.m
If he didn’t deem himself an idiot a few minutes ago, he did now, as he completely glided over the fact his dorm room was separated from yours by a single, thin floor. At least you didn’t seem mad, more concerned if anything, but it was still humiliating. He didn’t even send the photo, he was probably working himself up over nothing, but still. It’s been two minutes since your last message, and since you already knew, he may as well say sorry. Just as his hand reaches the first initial of your name, a new message comes in from you.
you can come see it in person if u want - sent 9:18 p.m.
Huh? You wanted him to do what? If there was anything Deku was, it wasn’t a ladies man. He was far too busy for that, the thought of dating hadn’t even crossed his mind. Very few were surprised when he mentioned to a small group of U-A boys that he hadn’t even had his first kiss during a game truth or dare (where he was originally asked his body count, and almost passed away on the spot). So, going over to your place would be a huge step. But was he willing to take it? Absolutely. He closed his notes immediately, maybe slamming the book down a bit more enthusiastically than he should’ve. He moved to his dresser, picking out a new pair of sleek black boxers (thinking it wasn’t very cool to show up with pre already staining his briefs), a pair of sweatpants, and an athletic shirt. He looked good enough. It didn’t really matter, he was going to take them off anyway. He opened the door gently, so as to not wake anyone, before closing and locking it to make it appear as though he was still in there. He was normally a rule follower, and sneaking out this late for a hookup was probably breaking the rules, but did he care? For once, not really. Then he checked the hallway, making sure no one was in there. If he got caught now he may as well just turn back, pretending he was sleep walking. When the coast was clear, he booked it down the stairs, not caring if anyone heard this time. After all, he was always known for moving before he could think.
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One, two, three. He rhythmically knocked on the door, gently this time. He didn’t really care about waking the guys up, they woke him up with their late night shenanigans all the time, but the girls were a different story. He could say he was on his way down to the bathroom when on the guy’s level, but the girl's floor level? And at a door? There was no coming back from that. So as anxious as he was, he knew he had to be careful.
“Door’s unlocked!” Your bright voice echoed outside the door, and he winced. He loved your voice, it was his favorite sound, but he’s sure that just the phrase alone would cause a discussion among a few people that were either woken up, or happened to be quietly awake. He pushed the door open and the scene was even better than what he had seen on the screen. You laid on your bed, back facing the sky, and your neck twisted over to look back at him. Were you sure it was okay for him to see you like this? From the smile you made at his flustered expression, he guessed it was. You sat up, legs moved to the side on your bed, patting the space next to you.
“Come here, Izuku.” His name. He was already weak in the knees, wobbling over to sit on your bed. Out of what seemed like instinct, you placed a hand firmly on his upper thigh, and he swallowed a whimper. “I’m really sorry for looking, it was an accident, I swear!” He tried to be as expressive as possible without causing too much noise, to which you just laughed. Replacing the hand on his thigh to go on his cheek, you replied. “You’re fine, I didn’t mean for you to see it. Not complaining, though.” Your thumb began to rub figures on his face in a circular motion. He melted completely, his brain going to mush. “You and Mina’s contacts are both pinned on my phone,” you began to explain “I accidentally clicked your’s instead of her’s.” “Wait wait wait, I’m pinned in your texts?” He exclaims, not trying to be subtle about his shock. “Well yeah, I text you all the time. More than anyone I think.” He’s at a loss for words. Noticing this, you take charge, pulling him in further to kiss him. The connection brings sparks to his lips, which in turn, makes everything in him short circuit. This was really happening, and he had no clue what to do. He awkwardly guides a hand to rest on your lower back, and the other to hold the back of your hair. Trying to test for boundaries, you slip your tongue slowly into his mouth, two which he immediately gives access to. Just when he fades away into a shell of himself, you pull away, giving him time to breathe. Panting, he looks at you with a bewildered expression. Why did you pull away, was he not doing a good enough job? He hoped you enjoyed just a little, it was his first time after all. And he knew he was enjoying it thoroughly, wanting to feel your soft lips combine with his again. “Think you could take these off for me?” Confused, he looks down. Oh. Your hand is pulling at the hem of his shorts, and he nods immediately before slipping them off and tossing them somewhere in the dark room. He was about to take his boxers off too, before you stopped him, holding his hand so he wouldn’t continue.
“You seem really eager already,” you motion towards his dick, that is fully hard and straining against the boxers, threatening to break through at any time. Great, you hadn’t even done anything yet and he was already rock solid. Nice going. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but is this your first time?” How did you know? Well, he wasn’t going to lie and say it wasn’t The way he looked away, a mixed between desperate and petrified, told you everything you needed to know. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you.” He felt a hand palm his cock through fabric, and gasped, instantly going to rock against it for stimulation. “Here, you can take them off now.” By the time you said the last word, they were already off. Promptly, you got on your knees, not worrying about hair getting in the way. You palmed him again, finding it amusing how sensitive he was from just a light touch.
Then you flicked your tounge against his tip, swirling around the precum that was starting to run. Reveling in the feeling, you decided to stop teasing, and finally wrapped your lips against him. He gripped your hair, squeezing hard as you moved up and down. He’s never felt anything so exhilarating before, the fear of waking anyone up completely washed away under your mouth. He begins thrusting his hips forward, the movement being a bit stiff at first. Once he found his rhythm, though, he was completely addicted. Stuttering breaths and mumbled praises left his mouth. At one point, he slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to conceal a moaned out swear. You looked up, his eyes glossed over completely at the new feeling of your tongue. He looked down at you, taking note of your hand now placed on his hip, your concentrated look, and most importantly, the lingerie that landed him here in the first place. He wanted to rip them off you immediately. That would have to wait for next time, until he got more comfortable. For now, you being able to please him would be enough. When you made eye contact, that was enough to finally make him finish. Singing in your praises, ropes of white, glistening cum coated your throat, and you swallowed, savoring the taste. He layed back on your bed, completely out of breath. Disheveled was an understatement to how he looked at the moment, and you adored it. His green hair was slicked back with sweat, pink misting his face. Though collapsed, he made sure to plant a hand on your shoulder, as if commending you. You stood up and joined him, underestimating how much the quick blowjob would take out of him. Right, it was his first time, you remembered. Baby steps. Originally you planned on removing his shirt and going further, but he seems perfectly content right now.
“How are you feeling?” You said, interrupting his jagged breathing. Your hand began to caress his face again, as if lulling him to sleep. “That was… incredible.” “I’m glad you enjoyed your first. Maybe I should give you a closet tour sometime so you can come back.” You teased, and he turned beet red at the thought of coming back multiple times. He moved your hand away from his face, opting to hold it in between the space that divided you. He didn’t want to move, breathe, or blink. He didn’t want to miss a single second of this. “Do you want to stay the night?” You chirped in, noticing how his grip was growing more intense by the second. Cute, he was protective. “Can I really?” He replied enthusiastically. He never really considered it an option. But he was more than happy to find out it was one. “Of course. Let’s go get you cleaned up, okay?” You stood up, guiding him to the bathroom, and he quickly followed.
Midorya was known for moving too fast before his brain could fully think. Midorya was also known as a lot of things. Innocent. A rule follower. A loser. To some, a virgin. And hooking up with a girl in his class well beyond curfew, and sneaking into her dorm nonetheless was considered none of those things. But, just like the time, he was ever changing. Sneaking out this late for a hookup was probably breaking the rules, but did he care? For the second time in the night, and the second time ever, no, not really.
Author’s Notes:
First fic🙈🙈 This was sosososo fun to write. This might actually be my peak writing and it’s the first one but. I tiny tiny bit ooc but this is my first time writing for Deku so pls bear me. Also virgin Deku pls save me I love him.
Saving this for later cause I’m in class rn
I LOVED UR KATSUKI X PLUS SIZE READER FIC the "weighing him down, literally and metaphorically w ur body" LIKE u worded it so accurate and beautifully???
The way I giggled after reading this. I was so worried I didn’t get Kat’s writing correctly, it seeing this makes me so happy jdksjsk
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Origin of "Deku"
PLEASE OMFG LOOK AT IZUKUS EARS IM GONNA FUCKING COMMIT A CRIME SOMEONE-
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⋆˙⟡ Katsuki Bakugou x Chubby!Fem!Reader⟡⋆˙
Warnings; body insecurities, swearing.
Masterlist.
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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.
not an ask i js wanted to tell you that i have been reading your fics for a couple hours now and they’re all so good! i also have been subconsciously liking your posts so if you got a bunch of likes from me, im sorry😅
anyways, i’ll stop being annoying. have a good day😭🫶🏼
Okay so I know I’ve been dead recently, but this makes me happy and just bc of this I’m gonna make my happy ass finish the KB x chubby!fem!reader.
Also don’t apologize for liking my stuff, or wtvr, it makes me rlly happy seeing that people are liking my stuff and sending me asks.
I love all of you guys who keep me going <3
Random MHA headcanons bc I said so.
Characters included;
Ashido M. • Kaminari D. • Iida T. • Aizawa S. • Midoriya I. • Sero H.
Masterlist.
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☆ Mina Ashido
Half black, half Japanese (mom is black, dad Japanese)
Mainly listens to pop, but also likes hip hop.
I’ve also always Hc’d her to make this group chat with all of girls, and if anyone needs or wants anything that’s like, period related, she sends one of the girls out to help the girl in need out.
Gives off Bi leaning towards women vibes.
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☆ Denki Kaminari
I’m sorry, but Denki’s back is covered in lightning looking scars from growing up with his quirk.
Dealt with bad acne as a middle schooler
Has braces
Sweetest guy you’ll ever meet, and is actually really considerate of little things like his friends’ favorite colors, foods, etc.
Is very very very good at gift giving
Allergic to cats (only mild allergy tho)
Has a hamster in his dorm named Hamper
Loves spicy food even though he has like, no tolerance for it.
Has lightning fast reflexes because he loves rhythm games (get it? Lololol)
Smokes weed with Sero and actually kinda has a bit of a tragic back story
Used to be picked on a bit when he was in elementary school, kids would purposefully scare him and make him fry his brain to make him stupid.
When he gets excited or surprised, little bits of electricity shoot out through the ends of his hair.
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☆ Tenya Iida
I stand by the fact Tenya has a full skin and hair care routine, and he regularly does self care days with Izuku and Ochaco.
Tenya actually functions best on 5ish hours of sleep, any more or less and he’s basically a zombie.
He LOVES Pokémon, and his favorite Pokémon is Absol, his favorite starter is Tepig.
Totally pretends to hate being called Sonic, but actually loves it
He can only fall asleep if there’s some form of background noise
Wears cologne that smells kinda citrusy
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☆ Shota Aizawa
Has a vinyl collection, and regularly listens to them while he cleans, grades, or does really anything.
Let’s Eri braid and play with his hair pretty much whenever she asks.
He loves those hard caramel candies that come in the gold wrappers.
Has a small pin of a cat that Oboro gave him for his 16th birthday, and keeps it pinned up on his favorite jacket.
Can throw knives…scarily well.
Really good at poker for no reason
Was 5’5 until he hit 18, where he had a growth spurt.
He tans really easily, but the lucky bastard really doesn’t ever get sunburns.
Has matching tattoos that he got with Hizashi and Bo. The tattoos were a sun on Hizashi’s wrist, a star on Oboro’s, and a moon on Shota’s
Always paints his nails, and lets Eri paint them and put those little nail decals on them.
Has a heart shaped birthmark on his right shoulder blade.
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☆ Izuku Midoriya
Listens to cavetown regularly, and is a diehard fan of their music.
Is actually really good at art, idk I just feel like he’s better at art than he’s depicted in the anime/manga.
Loves banana flavored candy, along with coconut and grape flavors.
Can play the flute and violin.
Learning piano thanks to Momo’s lessons
Started smoking cigarettes his second year at UA
Izuku loves Just Dance. He just does
He had long hair in middle school, before someone stuck gum in his hair, rhem he had to cut it.
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☆ Hanta Sero
Obv I hc him to be at least half Hispanic, his mom being Japanese and his dad Hispanic.
He always smells so good, and wears different mixes of colognes and perfumes
Sero loves Spider-Man (fitting eh?) and has a few Spider-Man posters on his walls in his dorm
Stoner, obv
He loves to bake with Sato in the kitchen, he just does okay?
Whenever he’s super tired, he’ll end up speaking in Spanish, cause that’s his first language
Loves to cook, and he and Bakugou often cook together
Plays guitar and saxophone
Took dance lessons as a kid
Drinks a little, but not a lot tbh
Makes the best edibles ANYONE has ever had ever.
Here are the headcannons!! I’ll definitely make more with more characters at some point, but I’m super sleepy, I just got back from celebrating my birthday at a restaurant with my family so I’m kinda tired. I’ll try to get the Bakugou x Ch!Fm!reader out tonight, but idk if I’m going to be able to.
Mentions; @candiiee @cvnt4him @anzs-stuff @d4rlinxs
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!