Can I request a little scenario where we flash Izuku in the middle of an argument 🤪🤪
😏hehe, naughty naughty
FLASH!
Midoriya Izuku x Fem!Reader
"Y/N we aren't going." Izuku said as he stood at the kitchen table in front of you.
You sighed as you folded your arms over your chest. "Izuku, you promised me that you would not let past experiences cloud your judgement on this."
Izuku sighed as he put a hand to his forehead. "Y/N, why on earth would I want to go to dinner with Katsuki. He is the most insufferable person I have ever met."
You frowned, pouting slightly. "Izu, all our friends are going to be there. It's just celebrating his new hero agency."
"He didn't even invite me!" Izuku threw his hands up in the air.
You knew that your wonderful boyfriend could be petty but not this petty. And you knew that talking about Katsuki before going to bed would have him grumpy all night. You thought back to a TikTok you saw that evening.
"A no is a no, Y/N. You can go but I'm not-"
You lifted up your shirt and showed him your tits.
Izuku stopped speaking immediately as his eyes zeroed in on your breasts immediately. His eyes moving between each one as he forgot to breathe for a second. You saw a solid two seconds where your boyfriend was not thinking. A rarity really.
Then you saw him process what he was seeing and immediately turn around, his palms to his eyes. "Y/N!" He let out with a nervous shout as his neck slowly grew red and rised up his face. You giggled at that knowing you had him right where you wanted him. "That's not fair. You know that isn't fair."
"Please Izuku." You whined.
"Please put your shirt back on" He waved a hand to you, refusing to look at you.
You grinned. "Look at me while you ask me." you wiggled your eyebrows.
Your boyfriend let out a soft scoff. "So you can manipulate me, no thank you."
"Aww but we were just talking Izuku."
"Can I talk to your tits exclusively?"
"Why?"
"They are a much more interesting topic of conversation."
Midoriya and single parent!reader. Maybe even the omegaverse is as universal as you want it to be.
The reader may have a child/children from their first marriage, their husband (mate) just left them and they raised the baby alone until kid finally went to school. And you can come up with a bunch of different ideas there. Midoriya was their neighbor, or he met a reader by chance, or the reader got a job at Midoriya’s agency and he discovered this through frequent hospital visits, etc.
I haven't found it in the vastness of fic with Izuku, which is strange, I'm sure it would be an interesting dynamic. 😢
HEY ANON!! Sorry I didn't post this sooner, I got really busy with my in real life, but I really liked this idea and please to any and all of you reading this, please do know do not be discouraged if i don't post a reply back. I love you all so much and it makes me smile so much to see you all give me suggestions.
BACK TO WHAT WAS ASKED.
A Familiar Face
Midoriya Izuku x Single Mother Reader
Warning: Mention of past domestic violence, SMUT, NSFW, Single mother reader, Izuku being a menace, BREEDING Kink, unprotected sex, penetrative sex
When Izuku moved in next door, the last thing he expected was to see a kindergartner standing outside his door. Staring up at him with wide eyes was a child who wore a yellow Japanese kindergarten hat and light blue uniform. A sweet smile came to the little girl's face. "Good Afternoon!" She shouted up as she bowed at the waist.
"Uhhh, Good Evening." Izuku smiled. He crouched down in front of her with a gentle smile. He knew that ever since becoming a Prohero he had grown in not only height but also in size. He didn't want to be intimidating to her.
She blinked up at him, finding him familiar of some kind but she could not say where from. "Do you know my mommy?" She asked
Izuku blinked. Out of all the questions he expected her to ask, that was not one of them. "Oh, uh no. I'm sorry, i don't. Have you lost her?" He asked gently, looking out into the hallway. The hallway of his apartment building was empty all for the little girl. He hadn't heard a child living on his floor, not yet anyways, to be fair he was still unpacking so it is very possible he had not simply noticed.
The little girl nodded her head. "I... I lost my mommy. I went on the... the...." She pointed to the elevator.
"The elevator?" He asked gently, filling in the words she didn't know.
She nodded her head, endeared by his words. The man she had knocked on the door to was very nice to her. He spoke in a gentle tone and he kept eye contact with her, watching her as if she would get scared and encouraging her with a smile that never left his face. "The... the ele-vator and she wasn't there. This is our floor but I don't know where she went."
Izuku frowned gently. "I am so sorry sweetheart. What's your name?"
"Himari!"
"Well tell you what, Himari. I am going to help you find your mommy." He said stepping out into the hallway and offering her his big hand. She looked down at the large hand that was much bigger than her own. There were so many different scars aroudn it but it seemed so gently and secure. She wrapped her fingers around his big index finger.
Izuku stood up and grabbed his keys before exiting out with her. He had to stay haunched in order to not strain her little arm, since she was so small. He walked with her towards the elevator. "What does your mommy look like?" He asked
"Well she-" Himari started.
The elevator they were walking to opened and stepping out was a very worried looking woman. Your eyes widened at the sight of your little girl. The phone you were clutching to your ear seemed forgotten. You quickly raced over to her. "HIMARI!" You shouted, tears spilling from your eyes. Your heart beating so hard in your chest.
"MOMMY!" She shouted as she ran over to you. She raced over to you, her feet moving so fast as she practically flew into your arms.
You let out a sob as you held your little girl so tight, she was everything to you, she was your world, your little one, and you loved her more than you had words to speak. You thought you had lost her, the thought of losing her in any way shape or form was the greatest terror for you as a mother. "Oh my little star." You kissed her forehead. "What happened? Are you okay?" You asked as you checked her face looking for any sign of distress, pain or hurt.
She nodded her little head with a smile. "I'm fine, mommy! That green man helped me!" She pointed a finger to the man standing behind her.
You looked up and were reminded that there was a man there. He stood with a gentle smile on his face, one of awe as he watched you and your daughter reunited. However, as you both turned to look at him, his eyes widened and turned to look around the hallway as if he wasnt' the only green haired man in the hallway.
"Oh! Me?!" He realised with a nervous chuckle.
You blinked before smiling. You stood up straight. "Thank you so much, sir." You bowed at the waist deeply, so grateful.
"I didn't do anything really." He let out with a laugh as he scratched the back of his head. "I just kept her company and offered to help her find you." He said honestly, not really seeing whatever he did as heroic or worthy of the praise.
"Regardless, thank you." You said raising your head and standing up straight. His face reminded you so much of someone but you couldn't remember who. Such green hair... that was pretty unique in Japan, but to be fair, your boss' head was a printer.
Now that you looked at him fully he was pretty attractive. He had curly green hair that was in soft locks, dark and rich. He had prominent freckles across his cheeks and yet there were smaller freckles everywhere on his skin, moving down his neck and over his arms. He was handsome.
Really handsome.
You cleared your throat. You told him your name and pointed to your door. "Himari and I live over there, number 803."
"Well I guess we are neighbours. I just moved in at 801 a week ago." He told you with a gleam in his green eyes, looking almost excited to having neighbours. "I have been so busy with work I didn't have the time to introduce myself yet. I apologise about that." He laughed bowing his head.
"My mommy makes very good oyakudon!" Himari said as she looked up at him. She stepped away from you and moved over to grab the green man's hand. She grabbed his hand and started tugging him to the door. "Come! Lets go eat dinner!"
Your face bloomed with heat at your daughters actions. She had the habit of being too extroverted for her own good. "Himari, please!" You said stepping close to her. Despite her size, she seemed very insistent and successful in her tugging as she moved him closer to your apartment door. "We just met him today. What if he's busy sweetheart?"
Your daughter paused before looking up at your neighbour. "Are you busy?"
Izuku couldn't help but chuckle. He did not know what to do in such situations. he did not want to intrude on your space just because he helped you find your daughter, and he knew just how insistent children could be, but he was genuinely not busy. "I was just about to cook dinner, but your mommy is-"
"He hungry, mommy! He eat with us!" Himari said excitedly, tugging Izuku towards your door even more fervently.
You sighed, your shoulders lowering before you let out a laugh. You looked up at your new neighbour with a smile. "I am so sorry about her. If you really are not busy, I would not mind making you dinner to thank you." You then straightened up realising something. "Oh my goodness, I just realised I never asked your name?"
"My name is Midoriya Izuku and if you are offering, I wouldn't mind some dinner." He smiled.
You smiled as well, feeling your heart flutter a bit at the sight of his smile on his face. You moved to your door to unlock it.
"Midori!?" Himari asked, she tilted her head. "That's the colour green!"
"You're right." Izuku smiled as he crouched to look Himari in the eye.
"Why are you green?"
Izuku blinked, never having thought of that question before. "Uh..."
"Are you a plant?"
"No, I-"
"So why are you green?"
"Himari please." You chastised your daughter trying not to die of embarrassment.
Ever since then your new neighbour Izuku Midoriya seemed to become a new character in your lives. You did not mind in the slightest though. Have a new friend was always a pleasure to have, and you did not mind at all especially because he was so good looking.
You were sure that Izuku reminded you of someone famous or something but you just could not put your finger on it. it was always on the tip of your tongue but you could not quite remember who.
Himari had taken a shine to Izuku. If he was home, you often would step out of your apartment or elevator and she would run to his apartment door, slamming her little fists against the door begging for his attention. You could not blame her though. He was a good man.
You were hesitant to allow him into your lives with how frequent Himari liked him, only because with the country you lived in, you were very aware of the tastes and behaviours of men. You got enough stares and comments from men when picking her up and taking your commute from her kindergarten back home, you did not need it in your apartment building. However, Izuku made you feel so safe that sometimes you forgot that you had met him not to long ago.
The only strange thing about Izuku you noticed were his work hours. Sometimes you wouldn't see him come home all day or he'd be so tired in the middle of the day, napping or looking sleepy after telling you he had a all night shift. You wondered what job he had for him to have such odd hours?
Your question, however was answered when you were at Himari's kindergarten to pick her up.
Her father, a bum named Jiro Kashimoto, had arrived just as you were going to head to the station to head back home.
"Y/N stop ignoring me." He shouted as you walked down the sidewalk heading away from the kindergarten. He swaggered and wobbled on his own feet, before putting a hand to the wall to stabilise himself.
You tightened your grip on Himari as you walked faster. "You're drunk, Jiro! Go home!" You told him.
"Don't-" He stumbled. "Shit." He brushed his legs before moving forward again. He grabbed your arm making you stop. "Don't turn your fucking back on me!" He glared at you, the smell of sake reaching your nose, wafting off of him in waves. You scowled, pushing Himari to stay behind you. Jiro's eyes moved down to your daughter, he smiled with a tilt of his head, more tense than actually comforting. "Don't worry sweetheart, daddy just wants you to come stay with him for a while."
Himari hid behind your right leg, her body becoming small and quiet. She did not like it when her daddy smelled like this, nor when he had that red look in his eyes. It scared her. "But... I want to stay with mommy."
"Mommy," He said his eyes flicking up at you. "Shouldn't keep you away from daddy."
"Jiro, you're a drunk." You stated firmly.
"DO NOT TALK TO ME THAT WAY, WOMAN!" He shouted in your face making your face shrink back.
Despite your face, you were shaking inside. Memories of the horrible relationship that was you and Jiro flashing back. You knew how violent he could be when he drank. It was the reason you ran the moment you had Himari.
"Stop touching me Jiro, or I will call the police." You told him firmly, glaring at him.
Jiro scoffed as he tugged your arm pulling you closer. "You'll be lucky if I let you after keeping my daughter away from me."
"Sir." You heard the voice of another man behind you. "I think you should step away from her."
Jiro let out a scoff as he turned to look behind you. "Hey you asshole, mind your own damn bus-" Whatever Jiro was going to say died on his lips. Instantly you saw him pale as he looked up past your head.
You turned around and your eyes grew wide.
Floating down from the sky, his golden cape fluttering in the wind was a hero you had seen so many times on TV. And in your apartment building, playing with your little girl. His green hair sparked with electricity as he had a look in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine. A dark look that seemed foreign on the soft gentle face that often looked at your daughter. His white gloved hands clutched his biceps as he landed down on the ground behind you.
Jiro swallowed down what looked like a stone in his throat. He cleared his throat. "Prohero Deku... I- This is a domestic issue, no one called for a hero." He said, trying to sound braver than you knew he was.
Izuku stepped forward, moving over to stand between you and Jiro. His dark green eyees flicked down to where your ex-husband was holding your arm. He raised a single eyebrow before looking up at him. "This looks like a domestic issue alright."
"I-"
A large gloved hand grabbed your ex's wrist, tightening his grip making Jiro let go of you. Izuku stepped closer as he leaned down. He smiled. "I'm bored, mister. I don't think you want to see what happens to someone causing trouble when a hero is bored."
You watched Midoriya with wide eyes. You had never seen him like this. He was often flustered, or smiling with a smile that could light your heart into fireworks. But this... the dark glint in his eyes and the sight of him, with big thick muscles, big and strong in his ProHero uniform, made a coil deep in your stomach tighten.
Jiro glanced at you and Izuku pulled him immediately closer to himself forcing Jiro to look back up at him. Izuku leaned down, his voice low so Himari could not hear. "The next time I see you within a block of her or her daughter, I will make your life a living hell. I will black list you on every continent, I will make sure your car sales job in the middle of downtown Musutafu knows what an alcoholic prick they have employed, that drinks from 10am till 4am every day and spends his entire pathetic pay check on sake, cigarettes and cheap online corn sites really is. I will make sure that no matter where you go, you never get a stable job again in this country. You will never escape me no matter how hard you try and you will wish for death, but even that will not stop me God willing from smiting you down."
You were speechless as you watched Izuku stare down at Jiro unblinkingly, green eyes staring right past his soul to his very existence.
Suddenly the number one hero of Japan leaned back and smiled. He brushed Jiros' shoulders, looking like the beacon of peace and light that he was. "Have a good day, sir. Goodbye!" He let go of him and waved. Jiro stumbled back, running away from the three of you. It took Izuku three seconds before turning back to the both of you.
Before he could even speak to you, Himari ran to his legs, wrapping her arms around his leg burrying her face in it. "Mr Midoriya! You're ProHero Deku!? Thank you so much for helping mommy!"
Izuku's shoulders lowered in relief, as he put a hand to her head. "It's my job, little hero." He said moving to pick her up and set her on his hip. He smiled brightly at her. "You and your mommy will always be safe while I am here." He said, making Himari giggle at the catchphrase he used.
Izuku turned to look at you, his head tilted. A silent question asking if you were okay.
No, you were not okay.
You had just soaked your panties.
Izuku had your face buried in your pillows and you were shouting to the heavens. You gripped the plush pillow so hard you were sure the shape of your hands would be left imprinted on it. not that you cared. You could not find the braincells to care. Not when the Number One ProHero of Japan had you ass up in your bed, getting the best fucking of your life.
Izuku moaned as he threw his head back, he bit his bottom lip, tasting blood as he tried to muffle his own sounds. His eyes rolled back as he felt the twinge in his fat balls that slapped against your clit as he thrusted in and out of you.
You squeezed him so nicely. He had never encountered such a tight little cunt in his entire life. You were so busy trying to survive, raising your daughter that you had not gotten the time to be fucked properly. By the run in with your ex-husband earlier, Izuku would not be surprised if you had never been fucked like the woman you were at all.
"You feel so good." He groaned lowly. Himari was dead asleep in her room, but the last thing the both of you needed was her waking up when you were both happily in your second round of sex. "Oh so good. Oh you are such a sexy, mommy. The sight of you always has me chubbing in my fucking pants." He muttered as he looked down wanting to watch your ass slap against his pelvis.
FWAP. FWAP. FWAP
Izuku twitched as he had to fight the urge not to come again. It was so lewd watching the way your little puckered hole winked up at him as he had you creaming down your thighs. "Oh, I'm gonna make you a mommy again." The thought had you pulsing around him again, your eyes rolled back as you felt your clit twitch, begging for attention. Just a brush, just a flick from him.
Izuku pulled out of you and flipped you onto your back with ease. He moved to spread your thighs again and lift your hips, alligning his cock head with your entrance. His large scarred hand held his wet thick cock, coated in your glistening juices. The air smelt like sex in your small bedroom. Sex and a dream. He nudged his fat pink cockhead against your clit making you let out a yelp as your eyes widened. You slapped your hand over your mouth trying to stop yourself as your thighs shook.
Izuku grinned down at you, pushing deep inside you once again. His eyes rolled back as he felt his balls draw up. "Fuckkk.... Take my baby, sweetheart. Let me be the daddy your family needs. I'll take such good care of you three, I promise. You'll want for nothing while I am here."
hey baby! I'm so glad you're back! I know you said you weren't sure if you would add to the Midoriya family shenanigans but I kept seeing these TikTok vids where the wife would add salt to the spoon before adding food to it and getting their husbands/kids reactions to it, and I couldn't stop thinking of you!!!!!I Izu would hold his grimace in and be like 'oh wow! honey this is the best ever' cause he wouldn't dare ever tell the light of life something she made was nasty
hey sweetie!!! so sorry for not answering this sooner, i've been so busy but I finally got a moment to write this. Thank you so much for thinking of me, it's so sweet of you. I love the Midoriya Family Shenanigans and I hope this brings back some good memories for everyone and that you love this new little installment of our favourite green rabbit family.
MIDORIYA FAMILY SHENANIGANS
Salty Times
You giggled with Toshinori as you covered the spoon with stew. Your poor husband would not know what was coming to him. With Toshinori showing you a popular TikTok video, you both instantly knew that you had to do this prank on your husband. You were not one for filming the discomfort of others for clicks and views but you genuinely wanted to know how your husband would react.
Midoriya Izuku, the number One hero, the successor of the Symbol of Peace and the now Symbol of Hope, was your husband.
And he also was a man who would fall to his knees at your cooking.
You had to admit that the reason your husband had gained a few (many) extra pounds after you got married was due to your influence. You couldn't help it. Your love language was cooking and thus you had to make your husband all the nutrious and wonderful foods known to man.
From breakfasts, lunches, dinners, bentos, snacks, baked goods, pastries, you name it and he would eat it if it was made by your hands.
This seemed like a crime against your one devoted follower.
But in the name of giggles and laughter...
it was one crime you were ready to commit.
"Okay, okay, stop giggling Toshinori." You told you as you shoved him gently.
Your twelve year old son had his shoulders moving up and down as he tried to control his own laughter. He was at the age that he was starting to drift away from you, finding attachment in his friends more than you. It was a sad thing, something that you had noticed for a while now, you knew it was part of growing up but it did not make it any less painful.
However, when he came to you with this one thing, you could not pass up the opportunity to bond with him some more.
"Alright." He took a deep breath and turned, a smile on his face still, his freckled cheeks pushed up in a dimpled grin. He slapped his cheeks trying to control his face.
A sigh came from your second son who sat by the kitchen island with a maths book in front of him. Asahi adjusted his round glasses with an unimpressed look. The nine year old glanced at his older brother then you. "Are we sure we want to trust Hero with this one?"
"Of course. Dad will be more convinced if it's Hero. If it's one of us, he'll be more suspicious." Toshinori explained, knowing using one of the youngest children would always be smarter. He turned to Hero who was snickering next to his eldest brother. "Hero! Go get dad, but remember," Toshinori crouched down in front of his younger brother, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Don't tell him anything okay. It's a secret." He put a finger to his lips to emphasise the importance.
Hero, the giggly and mischiveous seven year old grinned. He nodded his head of thick green curls. "Okay." He saluted his hand before turning out of the kitchen and scampering out of the room. "DAAAADDDDD!" Hero called out loudly as he went running over to the laundry room. "Mom made delicious stew, you HAVE to taste it! Taste it! Taste it now!"
Your son's urging cries made you snort, before Toshinori shot you a look, the both of you glancing at each other with co-conspiring grins.
The heavy steps of your husband were heard down the hallway. "Hero, I was going to come to dinner anyways." Izuku said as he was pulled by two of his fingers, being tugged by his short son.
"But you have to taste it! If you don't taste it and say it taste good, mommy is going to be sad!"
Izuku chuckled as he came into view. Strapped to his chest was your toddler who was having a pretty grumpy day. Shoyo was two years old and always loved to cling to his dad. He was a very happy boy, other than the few small times he wasn't. These were one of those times.
Izuku smiled brightly at the sight of you in the kitchen with the boys. The smell of stew in the air was leading him closer blindly. "Wow it smells great in here, my love." He complimented.
"Thank you." You said with a tilt of your head, smiling like you were not about to deceive your husband in a big betrayal. "Want to taste some?"
Hero let go of his father and fluttered to stand next to Asahi with a grin on his face, Izuku too focused on you to notice how his boys were all giggling and trying not to seem suspicious.
"I'd love to! It seems to already have high praise from Hero." Izuku walked over to you and opened his mouth allowing you to place the spoon in his mouth to taste.
You watched him as you lowered the now empty spoon.
Izuku chewed once before instantly going as still as a rod. He coughed once before quickly putting Shoyo down on the counter and hitting his chest. His cheeks going a light shade of pink as his eyes went wide.
"So? What do you think?" You asked trying to keep your tone bubbly. "I'm trying a new recipe."
Izuku nodded as you saw a tear glisten in his eye. "It's-" He coughed as he turned away from you. "It's great- I- It's very good!" He said as he turned back to you with a forced smile nodding his head. "It's- a bit-uh- well seasoned." He coughed as he moved to grab a cup of water.
"Really?"
"Yah. Did you-" His voice sounded dry as he blinked, the tears away, his throat screaming at him. "Did you use a new type of salt?"
At the question, Toshinori couldn't hold it in anymore. He burst out laughing, throwing his head back. Hero joined in immediately, the room feeling with boyish giggles and laughter. Asahi tried his best not to succumb to his brother's own amusement but soon laughed too.
You giggled at your sweet husband who inhaled his cup of water and was looking very confused. You walked over to wrap your arms around his chest. "You are so sweet, my darling."
I'm about to go on sort of a tangent. I've been rewatching Attack on Titan and I sort of realised a lot of things, one thing being that I do not like how Horikoshi wrote Izuku as an adult but I love Izuku as a character but I've elaborated on this before.
I love the thought of Izuku who never got one for all, focusing on becoming a Tony Stark type character, becoming a man that provides everyones the means to be their own hero through either making tangible quirks of sorts (like protection bubbles or strength suites for people to save themselves) etc. I know its unrealistic BUT THATS NOT THE POINT!
TW: Mention of Izuku's trauma and swan diving off the roof comment and bullying and the consequences it has on individuals
My roman empire is this:
Midoriya Industries was silent at this time of day. You walked through the hallway of the bottom floor of the tall skyscraper building. Your husband had been pulling another all nighter in his lab. You didn't blame him though, a lot of the time, he struggled to sleep due to his trauma as a teenager but you had both spent thousands of hours into trying to make him better, to end a cycle to save your children.
Izuku had made himself the enemy of the hero commission. His blatant distrust of heroes and what they stood for was undoubtedly justified. You couldn't blame him.
The very people meant to save and inspire him, nearly drove him to killing himself.
You couldn't exactly blame the guy.
Your heels clacked against the floor as you walked the lit hallways.
A reinforced door stood in front of you, but that was not the only form of security. Standing at either side of the door were two men in your husbands Assisted Anti-Quirk gear. It gave someone the power to fly, superhuman strength and much more technological advancements that made any person with a quirk that was not combative or with no quirk at all, the advantage to be just as strong as any hero or villain.
"Mrs Midoriya." They both said nodding their heads to you.
You smiled and nodded your head. "Boys." You scanned your hand onto the panel that would allow you into your husband's work shop. Underneath your palm it glowed green and you walked inside, the doors sliding shut behind you.
The room was darker than you expected. Your husband sat in front of a wide desk, holographic screens floating up in front of him, a glass writing board off to his left with multiple equations and diagrams stricken all over the place. Mountains of notes and books sat on the floor.
You never understood how your husband kept everything organised but it was one of the many quirks you loved about him. He was never much of a tablet man, he always preferred the feeling of paper underneath his fingers and a pen in his hands.
Sitting in an ergonomic black leather chair was your husband, his back haunched over what must have been another notebook as one of the holographic screens blinked in front of him. His green locks of hair were steel untamable, curly, him.
God, you loved him.
His brilliance.
His mind.
He wore a tank top that was black, showing the many little scars across his freckled skin. Burns the shape of human hands on his left arm and back as well as horizontal scars across his forearms from decades ago. One of his large hands rested in his curls, crooked fingers deep in his curls as he sat unmoving.
"Izuku, you promised not to spend all night here any more. You know how hard it is to tell our son not to stay up all night when his own father does it?" You spoke with a small smile on your face as you neared him. "And before you try to convince me to let you finish whatever equation or hypothesis your testing, I am NOT in the mood for any of your thick slithery fingers to end up in my-"
You stopped talking as you stood at his side and saw his face. Tears were in your husband's emerald eyes. Big chunky tears spilled down his face as he stared forward almost unphased,
"Izuku..." You let out worriedly. You quickly moved to cup his face forcing him to look at you. "Izuku!"
Izuku blinked before you saw he registered your presence. He seemed surprised at your sudden appearance. "My love..."
"What is wrong, darling? Are you hurt? Did something happen?" You asked worriedly, quickly. You scanned his face before looking over his body then his arms and his entire being.
He blinked before letting out a soft scoff. He smiled gently always finding you adorable. He turned his gaze to the screen in front of him. "I've done it. He whispered.
You stared at him confused. "You have done what?"
His mouth opened, hesitating for only a fraction of a second. Or maybe it was not even hesitation but simply he was at a lost for words. His lips twitched and he smiled. "The cure." His eyes never left the screen which finally made you turn your gaze to the screen in front of him. A gene helix twirled in front of the both of you on the screen, the entire strand green instead of you often seen a strand or two a different colour of gold or red. A chemical equation was on top of it you couldn't read for your life. "The cure to one of the most prevalent discriminatory factors of our time."
"Izuku... I don't understand-"
"I've developed the cure to getting rid of quirks."
You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as the room fell silent other than the soft hum of his computer and the screens.
Your entire body flooded with cold ice. Disbelief was in you as fast as anything. You were speechless. What was there to say to that.
You slowly turned your head down to him and his eyes were finally up at you. He smiled at you as if he had just solved cancer. As if he had developed a cure to the worst disease known to man.
"That's... That's not possible." Your voice was barely audible that you calling it a whisper was too loud or exaggerated. "Quirks... quirks are attached to genes. They are ingrained into a person's very DNA."
"Not anymore." He said, making your eyes widen. "With this we can rewire all of society, all of Japan, all of the world." He took your hands and looked at you with wide eyes. Tears in his eyes and you realised they weren't horror in what he had created but gratitude.
Relief.
"No more will humanity have another devision box to hate and scorn and define who holds power and who does not. This will change everything!" He laughed as he put a hand to his face. A smile on his face as he giggled, more tears slipping out of his eyes.
"Izuku, what about the heroes?"
"What about them?" He asked flicking his gaze up to you fast.
You let out a breath. "I mean that they won't allow you to just rewrite society. To take away what gives so many people money and safety. Already so many politicians and heroes hate you, my love."
"Does it matter?"
"It matters, when my husband is constantly getting death threats and our own son isn't safe!" You shouted. "This!" You motioned to the screen. "This is another target on his back! Our son does not need this!"
"I DO THIS BECAUSE OF OUR SON!" He shouted back, squeezing the hand he still held. You stilled at his voice. Izuku never raised his voice at you, even when you were irrational and angry. He paused and let out a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut. "I was nothing. I was bullied, assaulted, inferior for not having a quirk. I can not name a single person in my life that believed in me. My own mother felt sorry for my own existence because I did not have a quirk. I can not save our son's fate nor any other child who had the unfortunate circumstance of being born without a strong quirk or none at all. No one saved me." He opened his eyes staring blankly. "So I saved me." Green eyes flicked up to you. "I will not let my son and others suffer the same.
I will rectify the curse that is quirks on this world. I will be the nightmare to every person who profited on this injustice." Izuku stood up slowly and cupped your face. Izuku put his mouth to the bottom of your jaw and licked up the trail of your tears. He placed a kiss to your cheek. "If I have to rewrite every gene strand in over 8 billion people to save our son from the pain I felt, to scourge discrimination and hatred from this world... I will do it."
You were speechless as you stared at your husband, fueled by vengeance and love for the few people he held dear. So strong in his conviction for a fairer world that he would make himself the villain in the story of everyone else's to be the hero in yours.
You were wrong.
You were in the mood for him in your panties.
Immediately.
-Glitch1d
*Que the song, Let the World Burn for You*
[A/N: Sorry, I've discovered I am a Yeagerist to some extent and I find this side of crazy psychotic Izuku very appealing and revenge Izuku]
I was rewatching Attack on Titan and I saw Armin Arlet and I nearly fainted.
I feel as though the moment I was reminded about Armin, was the moment I realised he is my type of man. Him and Izuku are so alike I love it. Self-depricating, smart, dont start out as physically strong or talented but their mind is so complex, lowkey psychopaths, need I go on?
JUST THINKING ABOUT THE TWO OF THEM
AHHHHHH
Armin and Izuku together with reader. Armin would breathe so heavily his body shivering with pleasure as he would keep his eyes up to the ceiling. Stuttered breaths leaving him as a soft chuckle would leave his mouth. "Oh... you're throat... I didn't know- I couldn't think that a throat could feel this good."
Izuku would chuckle, his large scarred hands holding your hips. He would smile, his emerald eyes watching his slickened cock disappear in and out of you. "Isn't she so amazing? I knew she could do this for us."
"And to think such a perfect person exists?"
"I know right?"
Matching soft smirks on their faces as a soft face with ocean blue eyes and another with freckles and forest eyes kept you stuffed from both ends.
Hiiiii!!!! I adore your works and I was reading the perfection fic and Izuku with a daughter is soooo precious!!! I was wondering if you could pretty please write something like in the Midoriya family shenanigans where his hypothetical daughter is there and ovbiously Mrs Midoriya is also there and like maybe she has a crushhhhh!!!! idk it just seems sooo cute since I've read all your other Midoriya family shenanigans when you originally posted it and its sooo fun xoxo
A Valentine
Midoriya Family Shenanigans
NOTE: This is NOT a new addition to the original and main storyline of the Midoriya Family Shenanigans. This is a daughter AU. A daughter does not exist in the Midoriya family.
Izuku sat in his home office typing on his PC. Working from home was often a great because you got to stay in bed with you after dropping the children at school, get chores done to lighten your load, nap, eat your cooking and just be a dad for more than a few hours.
Izuku loved being a hero, it was his childhood dream and the best thing he could do for himself because he loved helping the helpless and being a good influence to the future generation.
But above being a hero he loved being a husband and a dad.
The soft sounds of little patting feet made Izuku smile as he typed out the email he would have to send to the minister of defense. The little feet were a constant in your little home and something Izuku never got tired of hearing.
The little feet reached to his ajar study door. Finally the door was pushed open and a little head of green curls appeared. A little smile went to his only little princess' face. "Daddy! I found you! I found you!" Her arms spread forward as she ran towards him.
Izuku's smile broke free into a huge grin. He chuckled and leaned back pushing his chair back to allow his little girl to run into his arms. He squeezed her and littered her face with kisses making her squeal in delight. He picked up the little five year old and put her in his lap.
He cupped her little chubby face in his large hands, his hands big enough to nearly cover the circumference of her face. "Hello my little sweetpea."
Himari looked up at him with a giggle. "Hello daddy."
Midoriya Himari was your only girl in an entire troop of boys. You had both started to think that boys were all that were in your cards, that you would only have your gang of crazy boys and that would be it. And yet, you had been blessed with a little girl.
You were happy to have a girl to finally have someone to relate to and someone to hang out with in the midst of all these boys.
However, Izuku was happy to have a girl from the moment she started breathing. You had both thought she would be another boy and had just expected another boy. Hell you were told you would have another boy.
And yet here she was.
Your little surprise.
"Daddy, I have questions." She said putting her little hand to hold his pointer finger.
Izuku smiled and leaned back in his chair. He let her play with his hand, letting her trace all his scars which she loved to do. "You can tell daddy all of your questions my sweet little sweetpea."
She was quiet for a moment, thinking as she tried to put her sentences together. Being four years old meant she was still learning to try and get her words and sentences properly. It was the cutest thing for Izuku.
"You love mommy!" She proclaimed boldly.
Izuku nodded as he took a green curl out of her face. "I do love mommy."
"Mommy your vamentine?" She tilted her head to the side like a cute confused puppy.
Izuku realised what word she was trying to say and he nodded. "Yes sweetpea, mommy is my valentine. Say it with me, 'Valentine'." He said the word slowly for her to follow how to say it.
"Va-le-n-tine."
"Good girl, Himari." Izuku kissed her head making her squeal happily.
She giggled. "You have Valentine, Toshi have Valentine, I not have Valentine." She pointed to her chest.
Izuku frowned at her little statements. In the eyes of a four year old this was indeed a very big deal. "I'm sure your brothers would love to be your valentine, sweetpea."
"No i pick my valentine."
"Oh?"
"It be Toshiro."
Izuku stilled.
Iida Taichi was his best friend's youngest son. The last addition to the Iida family went to the same kindergarten as Himari. Taichi was a good boy, although a bit messy like his mom (IIda Mei formerly Hatsume) but he never played roughly with other children and often liked to play with Himari.
Izuku liked him as a friend to his little sweetpea princess of the sprouts.
What he did not like was this BOY being his little girl's valentine.
"Taichi?"
Himari nodded her head. "I want Taichi to be my vamentine. You think he say yes?" She asked with a big smile on her face.
Izuku hesitated. "Sweetpea." He said gently. "I think you're too young for a velentine. Maybe you could ask Taichi to be-"
"You not think he say yes?" Instantly he saw her little lips work in a pout as tears filled her little eyes.
Izuku felt panic course through his body. "No! No, no, I think he will say yes." He forced a big smile to his face.
"Really!?" She asked suddenly happy again.
"Yes!"
"Oh yay! Thank you, daddy. I go make card with mommy for Taichi." She said as she carefully scrambled down his leg and ran towards the door.
Izuku's face broke as he watched his little girl run to the open door where you stood amusedly knowing your husband would be crushed. "Mommy! Mommy! Daddy think Taichi say yes!"
"Really?" You gasped. "That's good sweetheart, you go to the play room, I'll come help you now." As your daughter ran off down to the stairs you walked into your husband's study room as he was now slumped forward, a lake of tears spilling out of his eyes. "Izuku." You said as you rubbed your husband's back as you heard him sniffle. You chuckled. "Izuku, it's just a little valentine."
"She's four, Y/N!" He sobbed. "My princess shouldn't be thinking about boys. Boys are idiots!"
Hey Glitch! I usually lurk in the shadows and read your works which are total wonders but I’ve gained up enough courage to ask would you ever write anymore juicy yandere Deku fics ? P.S I’ve been obsessed with your stuff for like a year now😭 keep writing these wonders❤️❤️
😏 Yandere you say??
Well I've been thinking. I don't think I would do a full blown fic. Maybe a mini fic like my prehistoric one (the one where katsuki's infertile and all).
I have a few ideas:
Idea 1: Yandere Alpha Izuku, new to the spotlight and becomes obsessed with an Omega he sees on his patrol route. He kidnaps her and basically says "Your my mate now" And reader has to try not to get stockholm syndrome (and not die)- Think about it like Your Only Purpose, but a bit more human rights for Omegas.
Idea 2: Yandere Midoriya Family Shenanigans. A one shot of Reader basically in an abusive relationship with the number one hero who is obssesed with her and never lets her leave home and slowly basically indoctrinates his sons to think the same way. Because mommy belongs with them and is too delicate to be in the outside world.
Idea 3: Villain Izuku who is trying to corrupt hero reader to the dark side with his manipulation (And his fat cock too)
Which Idea to you like the best?
Idea 1! Give me more trauma!!!😫
Idea 2, We've got to see the Izuku and his trapped little wife with the sprouts🥺
