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'let me make you feel good' (5.2k) shoto todoroki x female reader ft. izuku midoriya

warnings: cuckolding, izuku is the cuck, humiliation sorta for izuku, blowjob, light degrading with a lot of praise to balance it out, vaginal sex, creampie, overstim.

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"Sure,"

"And I promise it won't be weird—" Izuku pauses. "Wait, really?"

Shouto shrugs a little, long careful fingers flicking through a stack of paperwork. "Sure, I don't see why not. As long as she's okay with it." Mismatched eyes finally look up from his desk to the large burly green-haired man who had stopped by.

Izuku is quick to nod, curls bouncing away from his forehead. "I mean, it was her idea for it to be you. I suggested Kacchan—" he watches Shouto raise an eyebrow at that suggestion, it wouldn't have ended well. "Yeah, I know, she gave me the same look."

Relaxing into the big office chair, his legs spreading slightly as he finally takes in the blush on Izuku's face. "I never would've put you as the guy who likes to watch other people fuck his girlfriend." The reaction from Izuku is almost immediate, the man somehow blushing more furiously than before at the casual tone, and volume, of the half-and-half hero.

"Todoroki-kun!" Izuku hisses, hastily shutting the door he had left open himself. "Don't say it so loud, I don't need some sidekick overhearing that." He turns back to see Shouto with a shit-eating smirk on his face, oh, he was enjoying humiliating Izuku it seems. Still ever the pot-stirrer when it came to things that probably shouldn't be meddled with.

Shouto shrugs. "Just text me with the details whenever you both want it to happen." Shouto may look calm and relaxed on the outside, shrugging off the idea of fucking another man's girlfriend in front of them but his heart is tattooing itself against the inside of his ribcage. Hammering away in a mixture of excitement and anxiety, he'd always loved being around you when he hung out with Midoriya but to know you picked him? He just hopes he's up to your standards.

It was just over three weeks later when Shouto received a text. He figured perhaps it would be done in a hotel room or even Shouto's own place to ensure he didn't 'invade' your personal space. But the butterflies returned with renewed vigour when he received a text from you, not Midoriya, asking if he wanted to come over on Saturday night if he didn't have patrol or any important work that needed to be done. He responded almost too quickly, informing you he wasn't busy.

He neglected the fact he would cancel attending the monthly dinner his father insisted the entire family attended.

So here he stood, a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black slacks and shiny black shoes. He looked every bit the "rich boy" the media often painted him as, a man with killer looks but was often seen as 'too gentle', 'too much of a gentleman'. If only they know the real reason why he was standing with a lump in his throat before someone's front door, maybe from the outside it would just look like he was coming over for a dinner.

The door finally opened, and as expected it was Midoriya who answered the door. The usual friendly smile on his face, "Shouto, hey, come in!", Shouto tries to not notice the band of blush across Midoriya's face, and instead steps past the other pro into the warm home. His eyes immediately dart over the various items, it's a different feeling than Midoriya's own apartment. It's more homely, more welcoming, an old warmth in his chest blooms at the thought.

After toeing off his shoes, he follows Midoriya through the thin corridor before it opens up into the rest of the house. It's smaller than most but he figures that's the point, it's a humble place to live. "She's upstairs already, she figured it might be a bit weird if we both greeted you at the door." Midoriya scratches at the back of his head, clearly just as out of his depth as the Ice and Fire hero. Shouto just nods, allowing Midoriya to take the lead once again to take him up the stairs and into your bedroom.

The door opens, Midoriya stepping out of the way to stand next to the bed and Shouto is certain his heart stops for a second at the sight before him. He had never been in any situation before where he had seen you in anything less than clothing except maybe the one time he had seen you in a bikini but even then that didn't feel quite as sexual as this. The lump in his throat is back with vengeance, tightening as he continues to ogle at you openly.

His eyes start at your feet, skin nearly showing through the sheer material of the stockings you were wearing. It makes his toes curl against the thick-carpeted floor the longer his eyes glide up the glossy material until he meets the apex of your thighs, the pudge of your thighs just spilling out over the top of the tight material has him salivating. Nothing has quite looked as biteable as your thighs. He follows along the suspender belt holding up the stockings, eyes briefly grazing over the thin piece of material hiding away the very thing he would be buried inside of at some point tonight. But before he could eye the rest of what you were wearing, Midoriya speaks.

"Angel, why don't you stand up and show Shouto what a pretty girl you are, hm? Got all dressed up for him and everything." Shouto finally looks at your face, the bashful look on your face is adorable he thinks. You look just as shy as he feels but you do what you're told. Sliding off of the bed until you're stood not too far from the man himself, he has to tilt his head down to look at you properly and for some reason, the size difference has something stirring in his stomach.

He does his best to slow his heart, to stop the butterflies from bursting from his chest at the way you look at him through your eyelashes before you do a slow spin for him. He thinks he can hear Midoriya groan over the blood pounding in his ears when his eyes instantly dart down to the ample amount of skin on display when you give your back to him. He was right about the thin material of your panties, but this was much more than what he imagined. The thong was doing nothing to hide anything from behind, the string buried deep between your asscheeks and something in the back of his mind tells him he wants to definitely have you on your hands and knees at some point tonight.

When you finally turn around again, he has to clear his throat and look away. The heat on his face must be obvious because you laugh, not a condescending one but one that's more like bells chiming. "I hope you like it, Todoroki-kun." He tries not to think too much about the honorific, clearing his throat again.

"You can just call me Shouto, just sounds like Midoriya is the one trying to seduce me when you use that name." This time you do laugh, genuinely and his eyes snap back to your own, just for his hands to grow a little bit more sweaty and the racing in his heart to pick back up. You looked beautiful.

"Sorry, of course, Shouto." you smile, half turning back to look at your boyfriend who is smiling himself, before Midoriya switches his gaze away from you and onto Shouto.

Shouto shuffles a little on his feet, trying to give himself a little more breathing room in his pants before he speaks. "Uh, are there any rules? What's on the table and what's not?"

You step aside, letting Midoriya speak whilst you seem to busy yourself off to the side somewhere and it's taking the years of hero work for him to keep his eyes on Midoriya and not you, as you bend over to grab something off of the floor. "Uh, well, we did talk about it and there're not too many rules, I guess. She said it's a hard no on things like piss, scat, that sort of thing..." Midoriya has to look down at his feet, this conversation was clearly neither of them had ever seen happening in their lives.

"And for me, I may have taken some quirk cancelling cuffs from the agency—"

The two heroes glance over to the sound of giggling, Shouto's eyes shamelessly roaming over the front of your lingerie set. It's a beautiful red shade, and the colour choice is definitely not lost on him. "Sorry, you both just look adorable blushing over it like two school girls." Your eyes meet his own when his lips lift into a gentle smile, he can't help but be thankful you're at ease with the idea. He worried that maybe Midoriya had pushed this kink onto you but you seem just as relaxed and at home with both men just feet away from you whilst you were in nothing but underwear.

Finally, you come back over, stepping past Shouto and towards Midoriya who follows your own steps backwards until his knees are forced to bend when he hits the futon. Shouto can't help but watch the expression on Midoriyas face, he was so enraptured by you even as he offered up his wrists, allowing you to click on the metal and strip him of his quirk. "Love you," you murmur before pressing a gentle kiss to Izuku's lips, smiling at the obvious heart eyes the green-haired man was giving back.

And then suddenly, all the attention was back on Shouto as you turned around to face him. The space between the both of you seems to dwindle in a matter of seconds, and he can now smell the sweet perfume you have on — it's making his head feel fuzzy and eyes lower until he's giving the exact same look back; the look of absolute desire. The warmth of your hand on his chest has him jolting, body strung high and muscles were drawn tight as he watches the way your fingers delicately dance over his shirt until you reach the buttons on his shirt.

"We know all about my rules but what about yours, Shouto? What do you want from this?" your voice sounds like honey, his brain struggling to wade through it when all of his attention is locked onto the way your hands are now moving to undo his buttons, the brief brush of your bare skin on his has his body flaring in heat and toes curling again.

He somehow manages to gain power over his tongue again, eyes however still unable to break away from your now roaming hands as they brushed over his pectoral muscles. "I'm not sure," he admits and his heart flutters when your eyes met his, a little wide and almost shocked? "I mean, I don't know if I have any rules. I'm just here for you, and making you feel good." His admission even has him stumped, was that the truth? Was he really just here for you?

Yes. His mind supplies, he is most definitely here for you.

You swallow thickly, the subtle squeezing of your thighs not going unmissed by the man who was watching you like a hawk. Shouto figures that you're probably more used to Midoriya taking control in the bedroom, so his hands raise finally from the place they were frozen at. Both hands cupping either side of your head delicately, tilting you up to look at him and he can't stop himself from leaning in, a gentle "You look beautiful," passing by his lips before they're pressing into your own.

He feels your fingers curl against the undone material of his shirt, pulling on it gently to press the entirety of your upper body against his abdomen and chest, the warmth of the skin-on-skin contact having him suck in a harsh breath through his nose. Faintly he can hear Midoriya groan, a thump of what must be his head hitting the wall whilst Shouto opens your mouth carefully with his own, letting his tongue test the waters by brushing against your own. You're so receptive to his advances, letting him take control of the situation entirely and just becoming complete putty in the palm of his hands when his tongue drags along the roof of your mouth, flicking against the back of your teeth before he's diving back in for more.

Something clicks in Shouto's mind, something deep and primal telling him to consume you whole. That he can't rest until he has you shaking and sobbing beneath him whilst he bullies his way through your walls. The thought has his cock twitching between the tight constraints of his slacks, so he takes action. He keeps the hold on your head, lips still attached to your own as he carefully manoeuvres you around until you're forced to pull away from the kiss before falling onto your back on the bed.

It's sinful, the way you're looking up at him, propped up on your elbows and chest heaving in shaky breaths. He feels powerful, too powerful, as he stands over you. Your eyes don't leave him as he starts to peel off the shirt, tossing it onto the floor to be forgotten about for now before his hands are on the black leather belt at his waist, deft fingers undoing and ripping it free from his trousers with a quick snap that has you jumping in place. Just as his hands move to undo the button, he watches you hastily sit up and place your hands against his thighs. A raised eyebrow asks you a silent question.

"Let me," your hands smooth over the expanse of his thighs, feeling the muscle tense the further you slide up. "Please? Wanna make you feel good first." How could he say no with the way you're looking up at him and steadily pushing him back enough to make room between him and the bed so you can kneel in front of him. His eyes flutter at the release of pressure when you undo the button and the fly of his slacks. The tip of your nose drags along the bulge in his boxers, nuzzling into it as your hands continue to stroke up and up along his deep-set v-line, fingers dancing over his abdominal muscles and down through the mixture of red and white hair.

The groan comes from somewhere deep in his chest when your soft warm hand reaches back down to his boxers, easily pulling him free and the air feels cold against the sticky tip of his cock making him twitch as you stare at him with no shame. The warmth of your breath has his hands moving up into your hair, brushing it away from your face just in time for you to flick your eyes up at him. He would've believed it were just the two of you if it weren't for the shift of something off to the side and just as Shouto glances to the side, it's like he's been punched in the gut.

The warmth of your mouth around the tip of his cock has him flinching, fingers digging into the scalp of your head and when he looks back down at you, you have the audacity to smile up at him as if you knew exactly what you were doing. Your tongue swirled around the leaky tip, lapping up every drop of pre that he couldn't seem to stop drooling before you took ahold of him at the base, holding him in place as you slowly tortured him with your tongue. The pressure of the tip of your tongue dragging along the prominent vein had his head spinning and he expected you to retrace the path you drew with your tongue, so when you slipped down enough to draw his balls into his mouth he moaned, pretty lips parting to let the noises free unabashedly.

Finally, you returned back to the tip of his cock, angling yourself just so that you could spit against the tip, gentle fingers stroking him up and down to spread it fully all the whilst you were staring up at him, eyes blown wide and he imagines he's mirroring the exact expression on your face. He watched as you leaned closer, not once breaking the eye contact as your lips parted to let his cock slip deeper into your mouth, tongue wiggling to accommodate his length.

"Oh, fuck," Midoriya moans off to the side, and Shouto does glance over this time without the fear of being caught off-guard. Izuku seems to be in no better shape than himself, his hands desperately trying to grab at himself through his loose basketball shorts despite being restrained by the cuffs. "Hah, she's too good with her mouth."

Shouto can't dispute that, the way your tongue is welcoming him further and further into your throat has his quirk threatening to misfire, his toes curling desperately into the carpet every time you gag and pull back. He sweeps his hands through your hair again, gathering it the best he can to hold it out of your way at the back of your head and he angles his body back so Izuku had a good view of what his girlfriend was doing to him, how her throat constricted and how her cheeks were streaked with tears every time she tried to take the entirety of his cock down her throat.

But he wasn't here just to be sucked off, the reminder of the hot coil tightening in his stomach being enough for him to pull on your hair to get you to release him from your mouth. The string of saliva is lewd, downright dirty as it snaps and sticks to your chin, dripping down onto the top of your breasts. His hand automatically comes down to the base of his cock, squeezing as hard as he can to stave off the need to cum on your face right there and then.

"On the bed, beautiful." he smiles at you, and you're quick to stand up and wipe off the excess saliva from your face before you're clambering onto the bed. He watches you kneel there for a second, unsure of what position he wants you in until he speaks again. "Hands and knees, let me see that pretty ass of yours." He loves how obedient you are, immediately moving to get on your hands and knees, arching your back just enough to present everything to him in a beautiful lace package.

He edges closer to the edge of the bed, his hands unable to stop themselves from reaching out to slide along the exposed skin of your hips and down to your ass. For once he was thankful for having big hands, stretching his fingers as much as he could to grab handfuls of your ass to watch the fat pool between his fingers before releasing it to watch it jiggle back into place. His hands slip back down over the curve of your ass, thumbs tucking against the top of your thighs to spread you open for his greedy eyes despite the material of your panties still being there.

If you could even call them panties that is, he watched the way your pussy swallowed the material until it was rubbing just right against you when you swayed your hips in his grip. "So wet already," his voice is low, dripping with needy lust when he focuses on the glisten of your lower lips. He can't help but lean in, mouthing at the exposed skin as well as the black lace that had been pushed deeper against you. You moan, finally, loud at the pressure of his nose pressing against your clenching hole whilst his tongue lapped against your sticky arousal. It was filthy, the way he was lapping at you like a man who hadn't had a sip of water in weeks but you tasted so good. So sweet. He wanted to drink at the oasis between your legs for eternity.

God, he wants you so fucking bad and every second where he isn't buried inside of you is agonising. How did he not know Midoriya was into this earlier? How many times had he missed out on being buried inside of you for the sake of his best friend's dirty perversion? He can't help but feel the need to make up for "lost time". So he pulls back, much to your whine at the loss of pressure and warmth against your clothed pussy but that's quickly forgotten about when his fingers unclip the clasps of your suspended belt before tugging down your thong. He helps you out of it until the sodden lace is forgotten about with his shirt on the floor.

The bed dips when he kneels behind you, and it must be an instinct for you to drop to your elbows and raise your hips up for him, the arch in your back well trained. It has his cock twitching against his stomach, abs tensing when he nears close enough that he can feel the warmth between your legs against the length of his dick. His hands spread against your ass again, spreading you open for his eyes whilst he rolls his hips back and forth. The sticky squelching sound is obscene when his cock rubs up and down your slit, and he isn't even inside of you yet. Did it turn you on just as much to be fucked by another man?

He looks up from the space between your legs just to catch your eyes looking at him over your shoulder, your hair was a mess and the look you were giving him was pleading. Your hips bucked impatiently backwards when he caught your clit again against the tip of his cock before he's angling himself with the help of his hand, the head catching against your entrance. This time he watches the way your mouth opens, the sweetest of moans dripping from plump lips as he inches deeper and deeper.

"Oh, fuck, shit." Shouto groans, eyebrows furrowing whilst he watches every last inch disappear deeper and deeper inside of you until his hips were flush with your ass. He can feel everything with how tight you're wrapped around him, the way you squeeze and flutter when his cock twitches with the need to cum. "Stop squeezing so much princess, 'm not gonna last..." he sounds breathless, mostly because he is. It feels like he's run a mile, all his muscles drawn tight and a trigger away from failing to satisfy you.

"Sho..." you give him a minute to recuperate, to let him get used to the tight wet heat wrapped around him until you impatiently wiggle your hips enough to elicit a low groan from the man. "Fuck me, please, Shouto."

He doesn't need to be told twice.

He gives an experimental roll of his hips, stomach flipping at the way you squeeze at him again when his hips bump back against your ass. His hands find their way to your hips, flexing his fingers until he has a firm grip against you and you seem to know what's coming as you lower yourself down until the side of your face is pressed into the bed sheets.

And then he isn't holding back, the rhythmic pat, pat, pat of his thighs hitting your own is loud. The low moans coming from his left is enough to know that he's definitely fulfilling his best friends request but also your own with the way you're babbling nonsense, talking about how his cock is so big, "Feel so full, 's too much," and he briefly wonders if you're just talking him up in front of your boyfriend. Was that a part of the kink? To degrade your partner because you had to get another man to please you? He blinks a little at the realisation, earning himself a peek over to see how Midoriya was holding up in the whole situation.

And it's no surprise to see he had somehow managed to wrangle himself out of his shorts, big hands struggling to stroke himself properly with the restraints on his wrists but he doesn't seem deterred in the way he's stroking himself, moaning when you speak dirty about how good Shouto feels. The tiny devil on Shouto's shoulder tells him to engage in this, to see just how far he could push Midoriya whilst balls deep inside of the other man's girlfriend.

With a new goal in mind, Shouto leans his body over your own and hooks a large hand around your throat to pull you up into an awkward arch. You're looking up at him through your eyelashes, lips parted in a silent moan at the new angle he's forcing you to take his cock in. "Is it really too much for you? Your boyfriend not big enough to satisfy a pretty slut like you?" he watches the way your pupils expand, swallowing the beautiful shade of your iris whole. Seems he hit the nail on the head too with Midoriya who grunts, a loud thump of what must be his head on the wall but Shouto can't take his eyes away from you.

"Why don't you show your boyfriend what a good little slut you are, and ride me?" It's a rhetorical question you realise as he pulls out, the cool air of the room sticking to the sticky slick coating his cock whilst he moves around you to lay on the bed, angling himself so Midoriya would have the perfect view of just what he wants. You move to straddle him before he holds up a hand and uses his index finger to indicate for you to face the opposite way—to face your boyfriend.

His hands find their place back on your hips when you settle over him, hand wrapping around the length of his cock before you're guiding him back deep inside of him with a pretty moan. He does wish he could see your face, to see just how good he's making you feel on your cock but this angle, the way you're leaning back to press your hands against his chest, has him seeing stars. And clearly, it must be doing the same for you, it feels like he's drowning in just how wet you are when you lower yourself down and raise back up to reveal a creamy ring at the base of his cock.

"You look so sexy, angel," Midoriya comments from somewhere Shouto can't see, but he can hear the way his hand speeds up at the new view Shouto has given him. "Takin' him so well, look at you."

His words seem to inject more adrenaline into your veins as you start to bounce up and down a little faster, but he can feel the way you're starting to falter, the way your feet keep slipping against the sheets so Shouto lets his hero stamina take over, gripping your waist hard before he's bucking his hips up hard enough to plant his feet hard on the bed. Then he's fucking up into you, pounding at a pace that has you nearly screaming, head lolling back as he continues to bully the tip of his cock against the one spot that has you twitching, thighs tensing and jumping each time he hits it.

And he knows it too, Shouto knows you're close, so he doesn't stop. Keeps the brutal pace that has even his thighs burning, and his balls drawing up tight as he throws both you and himself over the edge of the orgasm that he had been holding back from the very second you pulled him into your mouth. The way your walls milk him has his head dropping back, bi-coloured hair falling away from his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling trying to suck in a breath deep enough to steady himself. But he can't, not with the way you remain sat atop of him even when his legs relax back down onto the bed.

Especially not when you lean forward, hands planting against his thighs and you fucking grind against him. The whine in Shouto's throat is unsuspecting, catching himself off guard but you don't seem deterred, if anything you're moving with a little more vigour in your hips as you raise up, just enough for him to watch the way his cum spills out from your still clenching pussy and dripping down the length of his cock before you drop down again.

"Fuck, wait," his hands try to push against your hips to get you to stop, to just let his sensitive dick relax but you're not listening, rolling your hips back and forth perfectly and he can feel his cock twitch again, another hot stream of cum painting your walls. His toes curl painfully, every muscle in his body unable to relax as you continue to milk him for all he's worth, to have every drop of his seed buried deep inside of you. Shouto knows he could easily push you off, but he can't find that strength to stop you—in truth, it feels too fucking good.

"'m gonna cum," he hears you moan, but he can't see past the stars behind his eyes, can't really hear much over the sound of the blood in his veins running a hundred miles per hour. This time your orgasm is much faster, squeezing and clamping down on his cock which has the man jolting, fucking himself deeper into you despite the ache in his balls and the prickly pain of overstimulation that is making him feel lightheaded. He lets you ride out your orgasm until finally, finally, you roll off of him and onto the bed next to him.

For the first time in what must be ten minutes, he can finally breathe, taking in greedy breaths and letting his head fall to the side to watch you. You're in no better shape, sweaty and taking in uneven breaths. So he reaches over, cupping a hand on the back of your neck and he watches the relief hit you almost instantly, the coolness eliciting a gentle shudder down your spine. He's about to speak before he hears someone clear their throat, and he lifts his head enough to look over the mess of his own body to see Midoriya is in a bad state.

The man had came all over himself, reaching as far as his collarbone and his face was glistening with sweat. He was beet red, eyes unfocused as he continued to stare at the two of you on the bed. "Fuck, I," he clears his throat again with a gentle laugh. "We have to do that again sometime, can't tell you how fucking hot that was."

And Shouto looks over to you, to see your response but you're already looking at him with a gentle smile, a tired look in your eyes. "Only if you want to," you say, and you cringe a little at the way your voice is hoarse.

"Of course," he relaxes into the bed again. "Maybe next time Midoriya can join me."

➼ 'kinktober 2022 masterlist' disclaimer: i would totally fuck katsuki if izuku asked me to lol, dont need to tell me twice

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eretzyisrael · 7 days

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by Bari Weiss

There was not a single conversation that I had in the week I spent in Israel where the person did not say a version of the following: There was an October 6 version of me and an October 7 version of me. I am forever changed. I am a different person.

And that is another sense in which the story of the ancient Roman requires modification. The binary of war and peace, the pastoral and the military, is a retrospective luxury of powerful nations or empires. A small democracy, whose very existence is contested by populous autocracies, does not have the privilege, as Cincinnatus did, of going from the field of battle to the field to till. Israel’s citizen-soldiers are scientists, artists, and farmers, just as they are mothers and fathers, husbands and wives. Israeli citizens, whether they serve or not, are not—as one Hamas leader said of Gazans—someone else’s problem.

“It’s like after you knock your finger with a hammer, you don’t feel anything for a while,” the journalist Gadi Taub said, describing what Israelis have gone through since Hamas’s invasion. “People haven’t begun to understand the extent of this earthquake and how it will change Israel. The tectonic plates have moved, and nothing in the system has yet absorbed or changed to accommodate what happened.”

The public intellectual and Bible scholar Micah Goodman told me in Jerusalem that the country went through a collective near-death experience. Imagine an entire society that, between sunrise and sunset, peered together into the abyss. “For the first time in our lives, we had a moment where we could imagine that the whole thing was over. That the whole thing ended. You know how when individuals have a near-death experience, they’re transformed. Because they learned that life should not be trivialized. As a country, we had a near-death experience, and now we’re transformed because we know that Jewish sovereignty should not be taken for granted. It can’t be trivialized.”

Israel’s founding fathers and mothers, having known a period when Jews didn’t have a state—a period in which six million Jews were murdered—understood the difference between statelessness and sovereignty in their bones. The paradox of their extraordinary achievement is that modern Israelis, who might appreciate the distinction intellectually, could dismiss the dread alternative even when presented with visible evidence of a fragility they consigned to the past. Or at least they could until October 7. On that day, the thought exercise became real.

If Israel, in other words, is currently fighting a second war of independence—an existential war necessary for the survival of the state, as everyone here believes—then the young men and women of this country are more than soldiers. They are latter-day Ben-Gurions. They are a new generation of founders. Indeed, as Gadi Taub told me in Tel Aviv, one of the slogans of this war is lo noflim midor tachach! Which loosely translates to do not fall short of the ’48 generation.

#cincinnatus #israel #hamas #gaza #october 7

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kitthepurplepotato · 5 months

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🎄Love letters and mistletoes!🎄

Purple Potato Christmas Special!

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Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Genre: One shot - Fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, hint of angst on Izuku’s side (five sentences max)

Summary: With Izuku’s favorite holiday approaching, you decide to give your work partner a present he’ll never forget. Is that a good or a bad thing? - we shall see.

Warnings: Swear words, mention of someone getting hurt, Midoriya is quite depressed at the beginning of the story.

Two more warnings: The story is really fluffy and cute but it’s quite melancholic overall, except the ending!

Also, English isn’t my first language so please be kind! Feel free to send me a message if I messed something up really badly!

If you like the story please check my Master List! 🥦

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“Merry Christmas, everyone!” Midoriya Izuku raises his glass of orange juice with a proud smile on his face. “Thank you very much for your hard work, as always. I’m so lucky to have you, guys.”

“Cheers, boss!” Your half-drunk colleague yells, making the whole team and Midoriya giggle with his shenanigans.

There is one thing everyone knows about the “boss”; he’s humble to a fault. Whenever something good happens it’s always his agency who gets the praise; Izuku Midoriya can’t take a compliment to this day and he just makes everything sound like a team effort even though he’s the one doing 95% of the job, saving people back and forth, 7 days a week with no holidays in between but he never even complains once.

Well, not in public. He doesn’t complain to anyone but you and that’s the biggest achievement of your whole life, to be honest.

You started working at Midoriya’s agency when you were twenty; pro hero Deku was already a big name back then. He was just about to open his own agency but he had no idea about the business side of it; you still have no clue how you managed to get this job with your non-existent experience but here you are, five years later, sitting in the massive meeting room now decorated with garlands and string lights, while you look at your favorite companion with nothing but love and respect.

Midoriya Izuku absolutely adores Christmas. He decorates the whole agency every year, usually by himself then brings a ridiculous amount of food for the team to feast on after their working hours which he insists he made by himself, but judging by the seasoning it’s probably Dynamight’s doing who also insists “he has nothing to do with this shit.”

Both of these people are terrible liars, by the way.

This year, you were lucky enough to help Midoriya with the decorations. You couldn’t believe it when he asked you to stay longer with him; he might be the friendliest person in the whole world but when it comes to things like this, he somehow enjoys to do them alone, with no one around, just him and the Christmas music blasting from the speakers as the sun slowly sets in the background.

He was much worse five years ago; he loved to chat around about silly things but he absolutely hated to talk about himself, about his feelings, about his plans, about anything that involved him, really; he always changed the topic to something else (or someone else) as the first personal question left the other person’s mouth. After a while, the team just gave up on Midoriya Izuku and they only talked about themselves with him but you couldn’t ignore the massive bags under the hero’s eyes, nor his self-deprecating words when someone somehow managed to make him talk about something personal; you’ve always found the most ridiculous excuses to stay behind with him, to be next to him, to give him support, even if it’s from far away.

Things have started to change on a gloomy Thursday afternoon; Midoriya’s agency managed to catch a massive villain group but not without a price; one of the sidekicks got gravely injured, barely made it out alive and you knew Midoriya was blaming himself for it.

You were just about to leave for the day when you heard the tiny sniffles coming out of his office; needless to say you threw all your belongings on the floor and ran towards the sound right away.

Midoriya was a mess. His eyes were swollen, tears streaking down his cheeks as he continued typing on the computer, completely ignoring his fickle mental state just so he can do some more work. He didn’t even look up from his screen as you opened the door; he tried to school the scowl on his face, he really did, but it was all in vain - he couldn’t hide his red-rimmed eyes or the bags under it.

“Hey, your shift is over, go home. Enjoy your evening, Y/N, I’ll be out myself in a second.”

Lies.

“I’ll wait for you then.” You sat down on the sofa right next to his desk, faking obliviousness.

The silence was awkward, but somehow Midoriya could sense that you wouldn’t leave even if he would have insisted for you to do so, so he nodded to no one in particular and continued his paperwork, continued the sniffling and then finally, the tears came and none of you said a single word about it.

Not until Midoriya Izuku finally broke.

“I should have been there. I should have saved him from that blow…” He muttered to the screen in front of him. You’ve never seen him so heartbroken before and it broke your heart, you could hear it shatter on the floor as you looked up to see the young, Number One hero who’s usually so full of energy and positive thoughts crouching by the computer with nothing but pure blankness in his eyes.

“You were on the other side of the battlefield. I checked the footage already. You can’t save everyone, Midoriya. No human being can, not even All Might.” You whispered into the silence. “She’s okay, by the way. It was a close call but she’ll be fine. Your quick response saved her life. You are not the reason for her suffering. You are the reason she’s still alive.”

Midoriya looked at you like this is the first time he’s seen you for real; your voice was raw, much deeper than your usual work-voice but apparently it was the right choice to show your real self to him because after this, something changed; his walls started to crack as he looked up at you, vulnerable and raw.

“Why are you here, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, but there was no malice in his voice; it was quite the opposite actually; it felt like Midoriya has opened up a bit, let you see the broken pieces inside him then he let you choose if you want to stay or leave.

“Because I really want to hug you.”

Midoriya’s walls shattered completely in only a few seconds after that. You wanted to share his pain and your wish was granted; Midoriya couldn’t stop the tears anymore, his cry loud and incoherent as he meandered over and sat down next to you. His head landed on your shoulders with a loud thump and he cried and cried, for a few minutes or hours, you have no idea but eventually, the sobs subdued and there was silence, a really comfortable one at that. Your fingers raked through the messy, unwashed curls as Midoriya finally let himself fall asleep in your arms, probably for the first time in the last 48 hours.

Something shifted around you two after that. You didn’t need to ask what’s wrong anymore; if you stayed longer for no reason Midoriya took it as an invite to went, talked about his life, about his problems, no fake smiles, just words and incoherent mumbles as Izuku let out everything that has been bothering him during the day in one go.

It was quite a surprise to see Midoriya’s “ugly” side; you didn’t think he had so much hatred in him, mostly towards himself, you didn’t think he could get so offended by stupid things like the comment section on his Instagram profile but the most surprising thing was that somehow, during his rants and smile-free conversations you managed to fall in love with his broken soul and it only got worse once he let you in when things were good as well; his smile came back and it became more real when it was only the two of you in the building and it made the butterflies have a break dance battle in your tummy, it made your chest tighten, and finally, it made your heart beat in a new, strange way and it felt so right yet so wrong at the same time you couldn’t decide what to do with it for years.

You two became close friends after that. Midoriya invited you to come with him every time his friends went out drinking then kept you close and safe until the end of the night, he opened your door for you and didn’t leave until you fell asleep. You were his plus one whenever there was an event he had to attend, casual or business, you stayed at his office and listened to him talk almost every day, but that was all, there was never a sign from him that he wants this to be more than a close, work-related friendship so you’ve never made a move. It’s not like there haven’t been a chance to do so; oh no, there have been several; like the time you two ended up cuddling on his sofa while you watched a movie after a ridiculously busy week. Midoriya’s fingers went up and down your naked arms while you nuzzled into his neck, happy and content and you were so close to leave a tiny kiss there, but you stopped yourself because you felt like… this, whatever this was, was too pure to ruin with your “dirty”, unrequited feelings.

You didn’t think you will ever have a chance and to be honest, you still don’t think so… But there was this one moment, just a few days before, that made you think that maybe, telling him about your feelings wouldn’t be the end of the world and knowing how understanding Midoriya is, he would probably fight for this friendship even if you fuck it all up with your confession.

You two laughed so much during the decorating and it really didn’t feel like overtime; Midoriya’s honest, sweet laughs were much better than the loaded paycheck by the end of the month. It took you guys ages to finish the whole thing so you two ended up crashing on Midoriya’s office sofa after a quick shower in the communal bathroom.

There wasn’t enough space for the two of you to be comfortable so soon enough you ended up cuddling, Midoriya’s thighs halfway down the sofa but somehow, both of you felt content like that, like it was normal, like it was meant to be.

“Y/N, can I ask you a silly question?” Midoriya mumbled, halfway asleep.

“Hm?”

“Have you ever felt like you have everything you’ve ever wanted but somehow, something is still missing? Is it selfish to want more than what you can get… sometimes?” You couldn’t miss the way Midoriya’s hand clenched by your middle as he said that.

“Midoriya, I respect you but all you’ve got is several mental issues and a good job. There is more to life than that.”

Midoriya’s ugly snort was the cutest thing you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Like what?”

“Uhm…” You giggled into Midoriya’s neck. “Puppies. Seeing the world. Learning something new. And uhm… falling in love, maybe…”

“Have you ever been in love, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, and the conversation turned serious. “Is that something you wish for?”

“Only with the right person.” You admitted. “I don’t want to go on blind dates and stuff. I just want… this. Being content. And happy. With someone I respect and adore.”

“Are you happy now?” Midoriya’s voice was right next to your ears but somehow, it sounded so far away; like he’s talking to someone else, to someone watching you two from above, a deity or a guardian Angel.

“Right now? I am.”

~•🥦•~

Being Midoriya’s friend was getting harder and harder every day. The urge to touch, to kiss the fresh scars on his nose were almost unbearable sometimes, especially on the days when Midoriya was hard on himself for no reason whatsoever. Thankfully, most days - now that Christmas was approaching - were filled with Midoriya’s laughter instead of the sound of his heartbroken sniffles.

The first day after decorating the office is always fun; everyone cheers as their eyes meet the thousands of colors swirling around the walls, dread of the early morning long forgotten; the Christmas snacks in the cafeteria makes everyone’s lunch a tiny bit more cheerful - there isn’t a single grumpy person in the whole agency on the first day.

After five years, you kinda got used to this but for you and Midoriya, this was a special day for another reason; it was the first day you two woke up in each other’s arms. Something shifted again, but you had no idea what; everything felt the same but somehow different, like the distance between you and Midoriya got halved, like he was in an arm’s length now, waiting for you to finally reach out but you were quite sure it was only the night before that made it feel like that. Until…

“I also brought some things in if that’s okay!” One of your colleagues spoke up with a shit-eating grin on his face. You love this guy but he’s always up to no good and once you’ve seen the mistletoe hanging right above you, you knew what’s his “mischief of the day” was. “Oh no, it seems like we need to kiss...” The guy couldn’t even finish his sentence properly as suddenly, Midoriya appeared out of thin air, right next to you; he spun you around once, making you laugh with his sudden cheekiness, then twice and you two ended up right under the mistletoe. Midoriya’s cheeky smile made your heart do a somersault in your chest and you swear your heart stopped for a second as Midoriya left a comically loud smack on your cheek and left the room, giggling to himself like a mischievous child. “Dang, boss, you are such a cockblock!” He yelled after his cheeky boss while he laughed - there is no way anyone can be mad at Midoriya when he’s in a good mood. He’s just too adorable.

All you could think of for the rest of the day was how soft Midoriya’s lips were and how much you wanted to taste them.

Maybe it’s time for me to tell him. - you thought to yourself as you came up with a Christmas present idea.

~•🥦•~

“Next Christmas, I want us to thank you for your hard work, not the other way around.” You tell Midoriya as you two take a little break from cleaning out the office after the Christmas celebration. Calling Chargebolt over was a terrible idea - half of the team had to be taken home by a taxi as Chargebolt couldn’t stop refilling their cups while they weren’t looking. Needless to say, you two haven’t drunk at all, knowing that someone will need to make the place habitable again for tomorrow because hero life never ends, not even on Christmas Eve.

“Having you here with me is enough. It’s not fun to clean up alone.” Midoriya gives you that damn smile you can’t get enough of, even though you see it quite often these days. If this feeling inside your chest isn’t love you have no idea what love is. There is no way there’s a stronger feeling than the ache in your heart as you look at the small, barely visible wrinkles by Izuku’s eyes, the beautiful, gorgeous freckles that didn’t fade with age at all - they also make him look 10 years younger than he actually is - this ache in your heart is urging you to touch, to soothe, to please, to make the other happy; it’s painful but it’s also pleasant, a burn that stings but leaves a nice, tingly feeling afterwards.

“Midoriya… actually… Izuku…” You look up at the most important person in your life and he looks back at you with nothing but pure wonder in his eyes.

“Why does it sound like heaven when you say it?” Izuku mutters with a red face but you are too terrified to actually step back and think about his reaction, because this is it - You are just about to confess and ruin everything you’ve worked so hard for.

“I… I have a present for you. You don’t need to accept it. Please, only accept it if you… if you really mean it.” You mumble as you take out a small envelope and give it to him with shaking hands.

It’s so stupid. And so childish. There is no way in hell you can do this in a proper way so you focus on a random scratch on the wooden floor; you can’t look into his eyes while you slowly let your heart out through your mouth just so he can punch it back into your chest and break it into pieces. Not like he would ever would do such a thing, but still.

He looks at the small envelope with a happy smile on his face for a while then finally, he opens it up and starts reading out loud. You really want the ground to open up under you right now.

“Dear Izuku. (I hope you don’t mind me calling you that.) No, I don’t, I like it haha - You won a prize! … what is this, Y/N?” Izuku giggles but the smile slowly disappears from his face. Every second feels like an eternity. It’s like something is choking you but you can’t do anything about it. “It’s a ticket for a one on one Christmas date with Y/N, platonic, or romantic, depending on your… de…cision.” Izuku looks up from the little card with pure confusion written all over his face.

“As I said, you do not need to accept this at all. I have a plan B. But if you do and you decide on the romantic date… I… I must add that the romantic ticket is non-refundable. And it’s not… for one day. Think about it a Christmas puppy. You give it to someone for Christmas but it’s a responsibility for a lifetime. Oh my god, that sounds so stupid, I’m sorry, I can’t do this, please just forget about it and give that back to me…” you try to get the card back but Izuku pulls it away.

“Do you mean it?” Izuku mumbles; you can’t look into his eyes, you can’t, but at the same time you really want to see his face right now, you need to see how he reacts. You look up from the floor for only a second; and that one second turns your whole life upside down.

Izuku’s eyes are full of tears, but somehow, his whole face looks… happy?

“What?” You mumble back, mesmerized by the sparks in Izuku’s eyes. Were they always so beautiful or is it just the magic of Christmas Eve?

“The romantic date… no refunds, for a lifetime… do you mean it?”

“Would I be shaking like a leaf if I wouldn’t? I’m freaking out, Izuku.” Your voice cracks by the end of your sentence, tears prickling your eyes as you try to keep eye contact.

“I also… have a Christmas present for you.” He mutters, not answering your question which is an answer itself. You know Izuku well enough to know what he means by dodging a question; he’s been doing that for a whole year before you two became friends and you hate how much it hurts to be on the receiving side again, especially in this situation. It was so stupid for you to do this on Christmas Eve. You ruined the holiday for you both and Izuku has been so excited about it and now every year, he’ll think about your stupid confession and how you ruined the only holiday he genuinely enjoys…

“Here. Please, read it. I want to see your face when you get to the end of it.” Midoriya gives you that damned smile again; the smile you love so much and it’s so out of place in this situation but somehow, it gives you hope; it makes you believe that maybe you didn’t ruin your friendship nor the holiday completely and this can be salvaged after all. “Please.” He repeats as he gives you a cute letter, steadying your shaky hands with his own; the feeling of Izuku’s rough fingertips on the back of your hands almost makes you yelp out loud but after a few deep breaths you school your face into something neutral and start reading.

“Dear Y/N. Getting a silly little letter from me must not have been on your bucket list but I hope at least it will make you feel happy. We’ve been close friends for four years now and knew each other five. I think about you as one of the most important people in my life and the feeling only got stronger and stronger as the days has passed and at one point, my feelings got out hand and wandered to an unknown path and it took me literal years to realize what they really mean, so I’m sorry if this letter is a little bit too late.” You need to take a deep breath. This letter sounds suspiciously like a love letter but Izuku has always been an emotional person so maybe, this is his way of telling you he thinks about you as family? “The first thing that made me wonder about my feelings was that… I love to touch you. I love to keep you close. I enjoy being with you alone more than I enjoy sharing a drink with you in a pub when my friends are around. The second thing was that somehow, over the years you got prettier in my eyes - you’ve always been pretty, don’t get me wrong but my eyes got caught on certain things a friend’s shouldn’t; your lips, your cheekbones, on the way your hair flies in the wind and small things like that. Then the third and final thing was only a few days ago; on the first day of our Christmas extravaganza when someone was about to kiss you under the mistletoe.

All I could think of was that… I want you to be mine.”

Your heart is having a hard time and so is your mind. This can’t be real. There is no way this happening right now…?!

“Izuku?!”

“Just continue.” Izuku smiles at you, his eyes full of affection. He moves his hands to your middle once he deemed you strong enough to be able to hold a single piece of paper and you can feel the twitch in the movement as he struggles to not pull you close and you can’t believe you’ve missed the sighs until now; Izuku looks at you like you are the prettiest star on the sky, like you are the reason the sun shines above you and it’s so endearing yet so natural… this moment, here, right now, at 10PM on a cold and dark Sunday evening… this moment was written in the starts thousands of years ago, you can feel it in your heart, in your soul, fucking everywhere.

“We cried, we laughed, we cheered, we mourned; we did all of these together but now it’s time for the next adventure - if you are up for it, of course.” You can’t stop sniffling as you get to the end of the letter. “So your Christmas present… is my heart. Because it’s all yours. It always has been. Is it even a present if it was yours for so long already? Great question. I think it’s the thought that counts.

Dear, Y/N. I love you. From the bottom of my heart to the tip of my toes.

Yours Sincerely;

Midoriya Izuku.”

There isn’t a proper word or a proper sentence to describe what you are feeling right now. You want to cry and laugh at the same time, you want to break down but you also want to stand tall and proud because your feelings just got reciprocated.

“We came up with the same silly idea, Y/N. If that’s not a sign then I don’t know what it is.” Izuku laughs as he finally pulls you close. “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Izuku’s voice is so childish and so giddy you can’t help but laugh. He rests his forehead on yours and takes a deep breath; it’s all so new and so strange yet it feels so right, just so-so perfect it makes your heart melt into a puddle on Izuku’s office floor.

“You mean it?” You parrot his own words back to him with a cheeky smile which ends up much bigger than you wanted it to be; Izuku’s hold gets tighter and tighter around your middle, the distance almost non-existent between you two now.

“Can I kiss you now? Because I really really want to kiss you now.” Izuku mumbles, completely ignoring your cheeky retort. You do your best to make an offended face but it’s extremely hard to concentrate while Izuku’s breath tickles your lips.

“You are so impatient, Izuku, I haven’t even answered yet.” You giggle to yourself, your lips already touching Izuku’s, but only a tiny bit, it’s more like a tease than an actual touch. “Where’s the mistletoe, then?” You add cheekily and Izuku doesn’t say a word to that; his hand wanders to your face and caresses your cheek with his thumb then gently moves your chin up to look at the ceiling right above you; you notice that the mistletoe your colleague brought in is clumsily stuck to the ceiling with… tape. You can’t help but roll your eyes while Izuku’s happy laughter fills the office as he slowly moves back into your personal space and finally steals a kiss from you.

First, the kiss is tentative and slow, one peck then two then three; Izuku grins between the small kisses and suddenly something shifts; he barges back with more fervor, the kiss deep and scorching hot but Izuku can’t stop smiling so it’s also a little bit awkward but somehow it’s still the most perfect kiss you’ve ever had.

“I love Christmas.” Izuku kisses you again. “And you.”

“I love you too, you grumpy, adorable fucking nerd.” You finally deepen the kiss properly; you take his bottom lips in yours and suck on it, making Izuku yelp with the sudden action. It doesn’t take him long to take revenge though; he licks over your lip then barges into your mouth, his tongue having a slow dance with your own, his body flush against yours as you slowly kiss away the remaining two hours until the clock hits midnight and you two freak out over the mess you still need to clean up before the new day starts, but not even the lateness of the day nor the grimy work can ruin your mood as you two slowly get the building tidy until every surface sparkles under the shine of the rising sun.

“You should have just asked the cleaning crew to clean this up in the morning.” You mumble into Izuku’s ear as you two try to have at least two hours of sleep on the small sofa before the day starts.

“Well yeah, but then I wouldn’t have had an excuse to ask you to stay for longer.” He admits sheepishly. You can’t believe this man.

“I fucking love you, you silly nerd.”

The end

Extra:

“Fucking finally!” Katsuki’s voice blasts through the speakers. You are not even surprised that Katsuki is the first person Izuku tells about the news, barely a few hours after you two got together. Also, he’s video-calling, because apparently, calling someone like a normal person is too ‘impersonal’. “You two, my place, tonight. We are having fucking Katsudon, thank the motherfucking gods above I don’t need to listen to you moaning about your unrequited fucking love anymore! Shitty hair! We need booze!” Katsuki yells to his half asleep flatmate. “Deku finally grew some balls! Also, you owe me 10000 yen!”… then he ends the call without even saying bye.

“Will we ever have a good sleep ever again?” You mumble to Izuku and his two massive Gucci bags under his eyes.

“No. Mum’s celebration will last a whole week. I hope you are not on a diet by the way, she loves to force feed people.” He smiles at you and …honestly? You don’t need any sleep if you can keep staring into those beautiful sparkling eyes full of love and affection instead.

“I can’t wait.”

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Potato ramble:

- Reader: writes a stupid note about Deku winning a date with her

Deku: Writes a full on essay about his feelings

Also Deku: Wow it’s the same!

Honestly Y/N, that present was so cringe, did you even try? 😂😂😂😂 💜

- There is one thing I realized while I was writing this: I hate one-shots. I don’t think I’ll ever do one ever again. They always feel so empty and rushed even if I try to put as much information as I can into it. I like to take my time with this stuff, show the audience how the two characters ended up in love with each other… so yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever do a holiday special ever again haha

- Sorry for all the folks waiting for the next chapters of my ongoing series, I absolutely hyperfixated on this one and I also knew I won’t be able to be on time with those two thanks to the Christmas rush in retail (bro, I’m dead) so I kinda gave up. They’ll be coming soon I swear!

- I hope you guys have a lovely Christmas or whatever holiday you guys enjoy around this time! I’m not a big Christmas person myself but I do like a good Christmas-themed fanfiction :D

If you liked this story, send me a lovely comment and check out my Master List! 💜

Merry Christmas, everyone! 🎄

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sleepingcatinabox · 3 months

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#yttd #sou hiyori #mai tsurugi #shunsuke hayasaka #naomichi kurumada #ranmaru kageyama #anzu kinashi #your turn to die #midori yttd

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naddiesflower · 2 years

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Loved the last one I got another one how about headcannosn of kiri deku and bakugou where they want to lay their head on their female s/os chest but they know some girls are a bit apprehensive and wouldn't like it and the reader notices and is super chill about it and is like 'sure go ahead'

Bonus points If they have a big chest

Cause I am cursed with one and I hate it

sorry if it's late :( but here it is! I too am cursed with the big booba so I understand the struggles

Kirishima

He totally isn’t thinking about wanting to lay his head on your chest

He wasn’t

…..ok so maybe he was

You always laid your head on his chest

So he couldn’t help but want to also lay his head on your chest

And you were…well endowed, and he really really couldn’t help but be curious about how it would feel

But he also didn't want to make you uncomfortable

So the gears in his head are turning to come up with a way to somehow ask you without it sounding weird or perverted

Obviously, he wasn’t able to come up with a way and his brainstorming persists for a couple of days

You of course noticed this, especially with how he tried to discreetly look your way as if something were plaguing his mind (and by try, you mean fail miserably)

There would be times when you guys would hang out in each other’s rooms and it seemed like Kirishima would try to ask you something but he would always opt-out in someway

“Something on your mind Ei?”

“Oh, uh…” he has a chance to ask you, you’re going out of your way to check up on him

Surely that meant you wouldn’t mind if he asked you if he could lay his head on your chest

But even so, you’d probably think him to be weird

So he brushes off your question and offers you a smile

“Nope, just a little tired with everything that’s going on.”

Not once did you buy his excuses, but you weren’t going to push it since he didn’t want to elaborate

That was until you were able to pinpoint the problem

At least you think so

You were at least 100% sure it had something to do with your chest

It was no secret that you had, put simply, a big chest

And Kirishima wasn’t very subtle with his stares

So you text him to come to your dorm room so you can break out of his little stupor

Kirishima knocks and steps inside giving you a sweet “hey” but he’s immediately thrown off guard by what you say next

“My boobs.”

If Kirishima had been drinking something he was sure he would’ve done a spit take

“Y-your…” he can’t even bring himself to say the word boobs

“Uh...what about them??”

Maybe you haven’t noticed his staring and were just being random

“You’ve been staring at them lately, you can tell me anything you know.”

Ok so you did notice his staring

“Ok hear me out, it’s just hard to ignore them, especially when I want to lay my head on them and I understand if that makes you uncomfortable and I can totally leave right now.”

Kirishima goes to move before you answer him but your laughing stops him from doing so

But he’s more confused than anything now, especially since he expected you to be irritated at him

“Ei, you’re so silly, c’mere.”

You make grabby hands at him and he goes to sit next to you on your bed

You hug him and pull him down with you to lie down, his head laying on your chest

Kirishima is stiff, making sure not to place his head on your chest, which makes you laugh more

“I don’t mind it you know, you can lay your head on my chest and I won’t get mad.”

Kirishima doesn’t move his head to lay on your chest until you press a hand to his head

Even then, Kirishima is shell shocked

You’re okay with this?

Then it hits him how soft your chest

Dude is in heaven, he would have fallen asleep in a matter of seconds if it wasn’t still early into the night

He finally understands why you like to lay your head on his chest and he hopes to do this more often

Deku

Izuku is normally a bit shy with you despite being in a relationship with you for a while

So you weren’t able to immediately notice the slight shift in his behavior

The shift was monumental for Midoriya in his mind however

It was a passing thought at first

‘I wonder what it would feel like to lay my head on their chest?’

It flustered him, so he shook the thought away

But the more he fought to not think about it the more it plagued his mind

You would often hug him from behind and he would feel your chest against his back

And it sounds innocent

But you were very round in the chest area, so he could feel them splay out across his back

And he couldn’t help but think how soft they felt (Mineta would be so proud of him bro)

Which would further encourage his thoughts on laying his head on your chest

And god he really shouldn’t be thinking about this

You deserved nothing but respectful thoughts

So he will do exactly just that

He doesn’t even last a day

A for effort tho

So now he has resorted to finding a way to ask you without seeming like a creep

He’ll brainstorm ways and actually end up muttering quietly to himself

You’ve caught him doing so a couple of times and he’ll be flustered

You had initially thought it was him muttering stuff about heroes or ways to better his quirk

Some days would be hard on Midoriya

He’s absolutely spent and sometimes he likes to hang out in your room with you since it de-stresses him

So Midoriya gently flops on top of you and lays his head on your chest

And without a second thought, you wrap your arms around him and stroke his hair

It’s like all his troubles melt away

And then he’s yelling

And now you are too

“Aaaaah! Izuku what’s wrong!?”

He jumps off of you as if you were on fire

Poor baby is bowing at mach speed

“I’msosorryI’mreallysorryIdidn’tmeantolaymyheaddownonyourchestlikethatthey’rejustsobigandtheylooksocomfortablebutIdon’twanttomakeyouuncomfortable.”

He stops for a second and seems to spot something

“Here.”

He’s holding out one of your slippers

You take the slipper from his hand and you notice that he braces himself

“Hit me.” (lowkey I'm thinking of this vid now https://youtu.be/GhCdv3Fm3mY)

It makes you want to laugh, but it also kinda makes you sad that he would think you would actually smack him

Tossing the slipper aside you grab both of his hands and pull him back on top of you

His blushing is so strong you can practically feel the heat emitting from his face

“Don’t be sorry Izuku, you’d never be able to make me uncomfortable.”

Just when you think he can’t get any redder he proves you wrong

He looks cute when he blushes

“You don’t think it’s weird?”

“Nope.”

You card your fingers through his hair again

And that keeps him from asking any more questions

He was so sure you wouldn’t be okay with it

But having you vocalize that it didn’t bother you was a relief

All is unneeded over-worrying could finally come to an end

Bakugou

Also another one where you wouldn’t immediately notice was thinking about lying his head on your chest

I think Bakugou would be pretty good at masking what he was thinking

And by masking I mean frowning away his thoughts

So when he first thought about lying his head on your chest he went from :l to >:l

He didn’t want to think about something that would bother you

So he just resorted to his frowning

Luckily for you, you knew that whenever he frowned it meant that he was probably thinking of something that bothered him

He didn’t do it too often but as of recent it was getting pretty frequent

Which would prompt you to ask him what was wrong

And every time you would receive a gruff “nothing” as a response

That’s when you knew something was up

Normally he would rant to you about stuff that was bothering him

So you were able to deduce that it probably had something to do with you

Which also confused you since Bakugou was never afraid to speak his mind

So now you really wanted to know what was on his mind

Poor Bakugou man, he’s minding his business, and you’re like 👀👀

“What are you staring at??”

You didn’t want him to find out what you were trying to do so you make the cheesiest excuses

“Can I not stare at my handsome boyfriend?”

He would always scoff at your silly remarks

But deep that dude is beyond flustered

How dare you be so cute

And he really didn’t want you knowing that he thought of laying his head on your chest

He was sure you would think he was weird

He also didn’t want you to think he was being soft

He wasn’t soft

Never

Immediately goes back to thinking about laying his head on your chest

Although the thought wasn’t frequent at first, it sure is now

It has become so recurrent that it started to affect his fighting

It frustrates him to no end, but he also doesn’t want to expose himself,

but he also doesn’t want it affecting his progress

So he makes up his mind to tell you

And that’s how you end up in his room

You sitting on his bed while Bakugo almost burns a hole in the ground with his pacing

He looked stoic but you could easily tell that whatever was on his mind had been gnawing at him pretty bad

“Well?”

Bakugou gives you a half-hearted glare, stops his pacing and finally stands in front of you

If you rejected the idea of him lying his head on your chest, he would be cool with that

Only a little dejected, but he would be fine with your boundaries

So he musters up all his courage and asks you

Which comes out as a mumbled mess that you could hardly understand

“Katsuki, I didn’t understand a single word that came out of your mouth”

“I SAID LET ME LAY MY HEAD ON YOUR CHEST”

His eyes widen, he hadn’t meant to ask you in such a harsh way

And he’s about to apologize when you snort out a laugh

“So that’s what this is about?”

He was going to question you, but you tug on the hem of his shirt

“Yes you can lay on my chest, thank you for asking nicely.”

Bakugou grumbles slightly at your teasing and lays down

And oh man oh wow

He knew you had a big chest and had assumed they would be soft

But actually feeling them does not compare at all to the real feeling

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“This is more than okay.”

He won’t tell you but he really loves the sound of your heartbeat

#mha x you #mha x reader #mha imagines #midoriya x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bnha x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugo imagine #kirishima imagine #midoriya imagines

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mha-quotes-and-such · 5 months

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Okay, but between Y'all Might calling him Midoriyeehaw, Bakugou calling him Yeehaw and Midoriya himself yelling yeehaw every chance he gets, I imagine something like this would happen sooner or later:

Kaminari: we've got a package for an "Izuku"? Who's that?

Midoriyeehaw: oh, that's for me! Thanks!

Kaminari: Yeehaw? Your name is Izuku?

Every single person there thinks his name is last name Midor, first name Yeehaw. It gets to the point where he starts getting registered in competitions as Midor Yeehaw and its a huge scandal of the equestrian world when he finally announces thats not actually his name

#not a quote #ask #my hero aus #horse rider au

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alienaiver · 11 months

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Can you share the Shinsou scenario that made you cry? 👀📠

I DONT NORMALLY WRITE ANGST SO... UH 🫡......i also cried again as i wrote it IDJIWAODJSEFSE 🤡 imagine my BETRAYAL as all i did was try and find some comfort before sleep????? 😨 i was so bamboozled

wordcount: 1.6k warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH but happy ending (trust me i guess), sfw, hurt/comfort, angst, MAJOR HURT, more of my Shinsou can't name cats for shit-shenanigans, gender neutral reader, no use of y/n, midoriya's there too and aizawa's mentioned, implied erasermic family, (i actually dont know much abt sleep cycles. ignore that), unbeta'd, not proofwritten, hope i didnt break ur hearts 😭

The curtains flutter in the wind as the only indication that anything’s changed in the apartment. You don’t notice it, comfortably resting in the REM-part of your sleep cycle. You’re currently walking through a field with flowers, incredibly picturesque and almost so dreamy that your mind seems half aware that it’s not awake – but not entirely. In your nostrils the scent of burned leather and ashes flare up, making you scrunch up your nose in confusion. You blearily clench your eyes tightly, both in reality and in the dream. That’s when you feel the arm lazily wrapped over your shoulder and onto your chest. You hear Shinsou sigh out tiredly before he noses into the nape of your neck. A half-hearted, sleepy groan leaves you at his audacity to come into bed directly from his nightshift. He knows better.

You grumble out some unintelligible words that sound close enough to a reprimand that he tightens his hold on you, “jus’ shut up. Just needed to smell and feel you real quick.”

There’s no bite in his voice and you lean back against him with a scowl, “you’re changing the sheets after your shower.”

He laughs lightly. It’s warm and gruff and so, so him. You love his sleepy, exhausted laugh the most and it brings a smile to your own face as you try to ignore the stench of the battlefield on him. You want to ask if he’s hurt but your eyes are drifting again, wrapped in his warmth like this.

You suppose he’d tell you to help wrap up wounds if he needed to. You nod off again.

What feels both like several hours and only milliseconds after you drifted off, your phone starts ringing angrily and noisily on the bedside table. You’re not one to have the sound on but whenever Shinsou has night shifts, you seem to switch it on as part of your own night routine. It makes you fall asleep easier, knowing they’ll be able to get through to you.

You nose your pillow for a few moments in hopes it’s just a dream before you clumsily reach out for it in blindness, knocking over the little cat figurine Shinsou bought for you the last time he was in Kyoto. Just as you have the phone in your grasp, you hear the doorbell ring as well. What time is it?

The screen is bright, painfully so and even as you squint your eyes, the name seems distorted, like you’ve forgotten how letters look. The contact picture tells you everything you need to, though, as a picture of Midoriya in a field of sunflowers you took last year paints the screen.

You pick up and before you’re able to even greet him, you hear the knock on your door. Huh. Midoriya does have a spare key – the doorbell might’ve just been to warn you he’s on his way. He says your name in a strained tilt you hear from him often at the office when he’s confronted with problems. It makes you raise your brows in confusion. You sit up and repeat his own name to him as your hands feel the sheets for Shinsou. He’s not there and based on the temperature he hasn’t been there for a while. Maybe he’s taking a bath. Normally he only takes showers after nightshifts, but based on the burned smell, you think he might need a minute.

Did he forget to report back that he went home? There are protocols for this, you think as you get up and find a shirt on the ground, letting Midoriya know you’re on your way to the door to let him in.

You settle easily onto the couch with Midoriya standing stiff by the coffee table. You laugh, “I’m sorry, I just woke up so… would you like a coffee? My manners are a little off,” you laugh, scratching the back of your neck. Midoriya doesn’t answer but smiles at you. He’s about to say something when you accidentally interrupt, “I’m sure Shinsou’s done in a minute in the bath. He doesn’t like long baths.” You don’t notice the way Midoriya grimaces before he can control his conflicting and confusing emotions at your words.

Midoriya bends down into a squat in front of you and takes your hands. His gloves are burned. He smells the same as Shinsou did.

Your name sounds foreign coming out of his mouth as you recognize the tone of his voice. You’ve stood next to him before, delivering news like this. Your mind instantly puts up walls and your eyes lose their light. He sees the change instantly and squeezes your hands, “at 2.32AM we received a request for support. There’d been a fire in a department store that’d spread to living quarters. They needed help evacuating.”

He tells you more – a lot more, given the fact that you’re colleagues. But you’re not sure how much you actually take in before you interrupt him with a borderline hysterical laughter, “’Zuku, he’s in the bath – he came home. He stank up our entire bed with the smell of burned skin and ashes. He smelled like you! I wouldn’t be able to think that unless…. Unless…” you sniffle and look up at Midoriya again, your eyes glassy and looking for any sort of hope yet finding none.

You try to get up. You need to check the bathroom, you bet his suit’s littered all over the bedroom floor on the way but Midoriya keeps you in place with his hands, begging you to calm down.

Calm down? You’re not even in a panicked state. You’ve seen loved ones break at this kind of news, you’re fine.

You’re fine because it’s not true.

It can’t be.

You’re supposed to have sukiyaki tomorrow. It’s his favorite. The groceries are in the fridge.

His birthday present is nestled in with your winter clothes where he doesn’t look, waiting to be opened on Saturday.

Your cat only wants to nap on his lap. Where’s she gonna go now?

Where are you gonna go now?

It’s like your spine breaks. You fall over, unable to hold yourself upright and Midoriya’s there to catch you, hushing and tutting. Clenching and caressing. Repeating strews and mixes of apologies and mutterings of encouragement. He’ll be there. They’ll all be there. Aizawa’s already on his way over here.

You can say goodbye at the hospital when you’re ready. Mise, the cat named after a store because she always showed up at the same time the convenience store opened and closed, can go with them and be with you at Aizawa and Yamada’s place. They’re even bringing a leash and a carrier so you won’t have to look for them.

You keep telling Midoriya to stop. Stop talking, stop planning, stop muttering.

He doesn’t listen. He keeps listing solutions like a bad coping mechanism, unable to really handle the loss himself.

He gets up slowly, not letting go of your hands. You hear his own bones crack and whine, being bent like this for so long.

How long?

At the loss of contact you didn’t want and was convinced you didn’t need; you panic. You start trashing, crying, screaming. You’ll fall apart if nobody holds you together right now. You need Shinsou to do so. You yell his name, his nickname, his full name. You yell everything you can’t keep in, in the hopes that he’ll come back. Come back and hold you.

You stand in the living room and your back suddenly feels wet; warm. There’re arms around you, clenching you and legs wrapped around your own legs. You’re lying down, not standing and you feel dizzy with that information. Mise already left the bed, perched on the dresser as to not get hurt in your pain. She doesn’t like seeing you like this, but she also doesn’t understand it. She trusts no one but Shinsou.

The sixth time he says your name your eyes shoot up and the brightness of your bedroom burns you, making you cave in on yourself with a shrill shriek. “There you are.” Shinsou’s voice says calmly, a hint of praise laced into his words. The koala grip he has on your body loosens as you find yourself, your breathing subconsciously following Shinsou’s caricatured deep breaths, the ones he knows your body will follow even if your mind can’t wrap their heads around it.

“’ts okay,” he hushes and kisses the back of your head, your cheek, “’m here. I’m here, my love.”

With snot and tears terrorizing your face you struggle to turn around. As soon as you see Shinsou’s face, it’s like a new wave of tears hits you, and a loud sob leaves you again, your hands traveling to his face to squeeze every square inch of it. He lets you. No raised eyebrows or jabs, just waits patiently for you to realize he’s there. He kisses your hand as it passes his lips and your breath hitches before another sob leaves you.

Then,

“The bed is soaked,” you cry out, hiccupping and sobbing. Shinsou laughs. He’d heard you trash around from his bath and ran to you the minute you yelled his name the first time. He’d promised to change the sheets before they got wet anyways. You’ll just sleep cuddled close on the couch instead he decides and leans in to kiss you properly. Your muscles all relax at the contact, flatlining into a relaxed state, only residual sobs leaving your body. He strokes your head and then lets his palm rest by your jaw, “I’m here.”

#bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha angst #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi angst #mha x reader #mha angst #nohr.writing #slapped this together for u anon bcos it was. intense. called a friend about it too JSJSJSJ

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yourlunarspice · 1 year

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Bakugou: People flirt. It's no big deal.

Kirishima: Oh, so it's okay if I-

Bakugou: Not you! I own your ass!

Kirishima: Are you sure, because Midor-

Bakugou, threatening: If you value anything, you will stop that sentence now or I'll destroy it.

Kirishima, grinning: I value you.

Bakugou, angrily blushing:

(x)

#my hero academia incorrect quotes #incorrect bnha #incorrect my hero academia quotes #bnha incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #bnha katsuki #bakugo katuski #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo #bnha kirishima #eijirou kirishima #kirishima eijiro #kirishima ejirou #eijiro kirishima

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fantasies2paper · 2 years

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"Can you run that by me one more time, Midoriya?" I couldn't believe what my, now ex, boyfriend's high school friend had just told me. "I feel like you just told me the guy I've been with for, oh I don't know, four years is cheating on me."

I saw a few things flit through his green eyes. Kindness, honesty, and maybe anger which I'm positive wasn't directed at me. He was currently sitting in my living room while I walked through the house grabbing various items that belonged to the offending party and chucking them in a box. Carelessly. No, violently.

"I have done everything for that pap smear and he has the audacity to cheat?!" I growled to myself before stopping and turning to look at Midoriya. I didn't know him very well, just that he had always been kind to me and always offered company. "Why did you tell me this, Midoriya? You could've been laughing it up with him but you're here with me. Why?"

"In all honesty," he said as he stood up and slowly walked towards me, stopping in front of me and looking into my e/c eyes. "I told him you were too smart, too sexy, and too good for him. I also said that, if we found ourselves in a certain position, I'd gladly help you forget all about him. Call me Izuku."

The saucy smirk that followed made my breath catch in my throat. Midoriya was definitely a sexy male specimen. The white t-shirt he wore looked like it was hugging him in all the right places. I wanted to know if he had muscles underneath all those clothes or if it was just an illusion. The problem was he never seemed like he'd even seen a woman naked, let alone what to do with her.

"Look, Midor-," I paused at the heat in his eyes. "I mean Izuku, if I'm going to get under someone to get over him it has to at the very least be someone who knows more than me, ya know? I mean all we've ever done is missionary so I need to get wrecked."

I chuckled to myself, throwing another item into the box before Izuku pressed me into the wall behind me causing a gasp to fall from my lips.

"I can wreck you, y/n." His voice was low and his body was close to mine, one of his hands splayed on my lower back while one of his legs was between both of mine. "I'll have you screaming my name before the end of it, puppy."

My knees wobbled and my mouth went dry at the pet name. I'm sure if he hadn't pinned me to the wall I would've been on the floor. I darted my tongue out to lick my suddenly dry lips, my hands squeezing his biceps as I tried to compose myself. His arms were harder than I'd imagined making my core clench at the thought of his body pressing mine into everything in my apartment.

I slowly moved to kiss him and he gave me time to change my mind before pressing his lips to mine. His tongue flicked my bottom lip, seeking entrance while his hand pressed my lower body closer to his. I moaned softly into the kiss, his tongue taking the opportunity to slip into my mouth and explore. My hands found themselves his shirt, gripping it tight before he squeezed my ass.

"Izuku," I moaned against his lips, needing his skin on mine. I moved my hands to the hem of his shirt, helping him out of it before I lost my mind. He didn't show the same kindness with my button-up though because the next thing I knew he was ripping it off, buttons hitting the floor noisily.

He picked me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting my body as close to his as possible. I hadn't noticed he'd ripped my bra off until I felt my nipples harden against his already hard chest. It spurred me on more, making me suck on the tongue that was invading my mouth. He groaned into my mouth squeezing my ass hard enough to bruise.

I heard a loud thud and door swing open before he tossed me on my bed making me squeak in surprise. I looked up at Izuku, the predatory gleam in his green eyes made me bite my lip. He dipped down towards me, grabbing the hem of my yoga pants and yanking them down.

"You haven't been wearing any panties, puppy?" He groaned as he kissed his way down to my hip. "Such a bad, bad girl."

He stood up to take his pants off and I gasped softly at the hard length that came out of its confinement. I don't think I'd ever seen one that thick and solid. The head was leaking precum and I found myself licking my lips.

"Oh you're definitely gonna wreck me." I said breathlessly, standing up to bring his lips to mine again.

His hand cupped my face, kissing me deeply and devouring my soft mewls. He pulled me down on top of him on the bed, my core sliding against the underside of his shaft. The solid flesh made a dam break between my legs and Izuku gripped my hips, stilling my movements.

"Mmm y/n, I'm going to take a guess that I'm bigger than he was." He said with a slight strain in his voice before he removed one hand from my hip, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me down to kiss me slowly. "So we are going to take it slow, okay? I don't want to hurt you, puppy."

I was taken aback by his kindness. As beat up as I was about getting cheated on, the relationship itself left little to be desired. I had planned on breaking up with him the following day if I was being completely honest. So I guess on the brightside he'd done it for me.

Snapping my attention back to Izuku, I returned his slow sweet kiss. My hands slid up his hard chest and shoulders, disappearing in his fluffy green hair. The hand on my hip flexed giving me the okay to move again. I rocked back and forth slowly, the throb in my clit matching the throb in his cock.

"Izuku.." I whimpered against his lips before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. "I want more. I need more."

Smiling devilishly, Izuku rolled us over and began kissing his way down my body. Caressing and kissing both of my breasts, his hands stroking down my waist and stopping at my hips. He swirled his tongue around my nipples in slow circles before sucking the hardened bud into his mouth.

I sighed softly as I arched my back, pressing my body into him. I couldn't remember the last time I had been touched like this. As he did the same to the opposite nipple I melted into my mattress. Izuki kissed down my belly, biting my left hip gently and then my right. He hooked his arms under my thighs and spread them wide to give him full access.

"Puppy," he moaned long and low in his throat, making me look down my body and lock eyes with him. "So pretty and pink." He spread my lips with his fingers, exposing my deepest parts to him. "It's making my mouth water...looking at it get all wet and swollen for me."

"Izuku," I mewled desperately as he gently blew on my clit, the cool air on my hot flesh making me squirm with need. I had never had a mouth touch my core before but tonight was a night full of firsts. I watched his tongue dart out in what felt like slow motion and I hadn't realized I was clenching the sheets in my hands, but when his tongue made contact with my hot slit I would have done anything he told me for more.

"Y/n, you feel so soft and taste so sweet and you know what?" he asked, his lips grazing my intimate flesh and sending shockwaves through my body. "I've got a sweet tooth, puppy."

He licked my slit again, slow and deliberate before sucking my clit gently into his mouth. He was taking his time, licking and slurping every inch of my pussy until I thought I was going to scream from the overload of sensations. He devoured me like I was the first sustenance he'd had in months and I would fade away any minute.

My hands flew to his hair, not sure if I was trying to keep his head there or pull him back up my body. Sounds I'd never heard myself make before were falling from my lips in a jumble of incoherent babble mingling with the sounds of slurping and deep groans. My eyes were closed so tight I could swear I saw flashes in the darkness of my eyelids.

"Izuku I'm gonna.." I panted, but couldn't get enough air, my throat went dry feeling his wet tongue slide inside of me and rub inside my tight channel. "Oh my god!"

The rumble of his chuckle vibrated my sensitive skin, his hands gripping my thighs tighter and lifting to bring me closer to his mouth. He buried his mouth and tongue deeper inside of me making me arch my back and cry out his name. He moaned against me.

"All I wanna taste is this sweet juice flowing out of your pussy for me, baby. Say my name again, puppy."

His mouth found my sweet spot again, driving his tongue deep inside of me and moving it in circles. I couldn't hold onto my orgasm any longer and cried his name out as I came, clamping down on his tongue. My body was spasming from the shockwave as he pulled himself up my body, licking my taste of his lips.

He kissed my neck and jaw gently as he rolled us over, depositing me on top of him. "You're going to pleasure yourself with my cock, puppy, and I'm going to worship your sexy little body until you scream my name."

I bit my lip as I whimpered, one of his hands gripped my hip to steady me above his cock while his other hand held his cock upright. I felt the tip brush my entrance and a small noise left my throat before taking my lip between my teeth and lowering myself slowly. I clamped around him immediately and watched his jaw clench from his control. I felt like I was being stretched to my limit but it was delicious to feel so full.

When he was fully inside my body I could feel him twitch inside me and his fingers squeezed my hips but he stayed still, allowing me to get used to the feeling. It didn't take me long before I began to roll my hips in a slow circle. Sparks flew out to every nerve ending at the feeling. The new angle hit places in me I had no prior knowledge about and the feeling of being in control of my own release made me feel powerful.

I braced my hands against his chest and grinded my hips against him, moving back and forth awkwardly before I found my rhythm. He held my breasts in his palms, squeezing and massaging them while he rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. His eyelids were heavy and his green eyes were dark with desire, making my core clamp around him at the knowledge that I was doing this to him.

My moans were growing louder as I rode Izuku, my eyes closed and my head rolling back as I lost myself in the feeling of him inside of me. His fingers caressed my skin where he could reach, from the hard peaks of my nipples to where our bodies were joined. I leaned forward and placed my palms on either side of his head, capturing his lips in a searing kiss as I lifted my hips up and down in a slow deliberate rhythm.

"Mmm, puppy." He moaned throatily against my lips, the sound going straight to my clit. "You feel so amazing, like my cock was made just for you. Don't stop."

The pleasure sliding through my body guided the rocking of my hips, my fingers gripping the sheets on either side of his head. My orgasm was climbing higher and higher with every stroke and moan that fell from his lips. I said his name over and over, like a prayer.

Izuku started thrusting up to meet my thrusts, sensing my need to come. I cried out everytime he hit a secret spot deep inside of me. When his fingers flew to my clit it was all over. We came together, my orgasm ripping through my body while I screamed his name. My body trembled from the aftershocks and I hardly noticed him cuddling against me and stroking my arm.

"Y/n never forget you deserve better than you think you do." He whispered softly. "You deserve to be worshipped and cherished because you're a beautiful person. Don't forget that or I'll have to remind you again."

"I'll have to keep that in mind, Izuku." I murmured quietly, I nuzzled into his chest further trying to enjoy this moment before I had to get up and finish throwing out the junk my ex had left behind. Izuku had definitely surprised me and I wouldn't make the mistake of judging a book by its cover anymore.

#deku #izuku x reader #deku x y/n #deku x reader #midoriya izuku #izuku mydoria #bnha deku #mha #bnha #smut #lemon #fic #fanfic #deku smut #my hero academia #female reader #fem reader #deku x fem!reader

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i-just-like-goats · 2 years

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Ooooh how about Midoriya with a female reader like Akutagawa? She’s cold, fierce and won’t hesitate to cut down anything in her way, but deep down she still has a moral compass. And her quirk could be the same too!

Sorry that this took some time anon😅but thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!

Midoriya x Female Reader

Summary: in the ask

Warnings: none that I can think of

WC: 1.3k

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"Move,"

Midoriya stared at you with apprehension. You sighed and activated your quirk - Rashomon - and narrowly missed slicing his cheek. He clutched his cheek then slowly turned his head to see what you hit. Pieces of a robot lay scattered behind him.

"You haven't done anything, get a move on."

You ran towards your next target.For a few moments, Midoriya stood in awe as he watched you take down two robots at once. How strong your ability was. You stood there nonchalantly as the black shape from under your coat wrapped its tendrils around the robots and skewered them with spikes that it morphed into.

From where you stood, you tilted your head in his direction to give him a pointed look. That prompted Midoriya to start moving again. You continued taking down robots as other participants gave you looks of anger as you attacked the robots even with them in the way. You didn't hit anyone, but still their outrage bared its teeth at you. In your eyes, it was useless, you hadn't hit them and on top of that, you saved them. To you, you were just doing your task.

Midoriya felt a bit of pity for you, it seemed that all your quirk could do was destroy and that turned people against you - your cold persona did nothing to help save you from their wrath, but he was too busy with his own problem of his lack of points. How foolish of him to get distracted by a girl he just met.

A particularly large robot came and walked in your direction. With a clear goal in mind, Midoriya used All for One to punch the robot. Chunks of it came flying down towards you. You sighed - so far, Rashomon was ill suited for defense, so you jumped out of the way using Rashomon to push yourself away.

You watched as Midoriya's injured body came hurtling down towards the ground. Instantly, you used Rashomon to throw yourself in time to hook your arms under his knees and neck. You sighed at the cliché position but kept your hold on him as Rashomon lowered you to the ground safely.

"Can't have you dying a hero before we've even passed,"

"Thank you,"

You set him down slowly by Recovery Girl. His injuries were uncommonly severe, considering it was his quirk. Surely he should have mastered it already.

"You have no points. That massive robot awarded zero points. It'll take a miracle for you to get in now. But I hope to see you again, your actions scream heroic,"

With a bow, you walked off as Midoriya stared dejectedly at the ground.

Your first day at UA finally came. The doors of 1A loomed over you. Steeling yourself, you pushed open the door to see a nerd and a scowling boy arguing. Your eyes scanned the scene with disinterest until they landed on a familiar green head.

"You got in?"

Midoriya turned his head to the source of the noise and smiled at you.

"Yeah! It was a miracle like you said, but I guess they saw the heroic actions that you spoke of,"

You pulled your gaze to the floor, slightly embarrassed that he remembered.

"I wish you well," was all you said as you took a seat somewhere.

Months flew by and during that time, Midoriya became a dear friend to you. His bright personality was a stark contrast to yours but that made your admiration grow. Despite the villains, he still kept his cheery attitude and stubborn determination.

"Emo vampire. Move out of the way,"

Your eyebrows furrowed at Bakugou's nickname for you.

"Why should I?"

"You're in my way,"

"This is a team challenge, you can't pull your 'I work alone' work ethic here,"

"Tch. I can work in a team, just not in a team with you, Deku and half and half,"

Todoroki looked up at the sound of his nickname as Midoriya sighed at Bakugou's hostility.

"Come on Kaa-Chan, we need to work together to pass,"

"You guys do that, I'm going alone,"

You rubbed your temples. An explosion sounded not too long after Bakugou left. You rubbed your temples even harder. Midoriya stared at you, concern written all over his face.

"Um, Y/N, I think we should help him,"

You didn't hear his quiet voice and ran off after Bakugou.

"That idiot's going to fail us," You muttered.

Midoriya's eyes widened and took off after you as Todoroki caught up to him. Meanwhile, you ran up the hill where Bakugou stood with a horde of robots surrounding him. A nitroglycerin charged explosion completely caught you off guard. It sent you flying off the ledge.

Desperately, you tried to use Rashomon to grab onto the hill, but it only grazed it.

"Defence has never been my strong suit,"

You prepared yourself to fall painfully to the ground by putting Rashomon underneath you as a buffer between your body and the ground.

The impact never came, for you found an arm hooked under your knees and around your shoulders. You tentatively look up at your saviour. Midoriya.

"Can't have you dying on me,"

"This is awfully familiar,"

"Yeah? Well I did launch myself up using my quirk to catch you before you became a pancake just like that time,"

He set you down safely. Aizawa's unimpressed face looked down at you on the ground.

"What happened to teamwork?"

Todoroki and Bakugou joined the two of you. That was when Aizawa started his long lecture about the importance of teamwork despite whoever was on your team.

You and Midoriya walked off together. Silence ensued.

"Thank you for saving me,"

"Think of it as repayment for saving me at the entrance exam,"

"You remember that?"

"Of course I do! You completely captivated me,"

Midoriya's eyes shone as he recounted your impressive use of your quirk. You looked down shyly at the ground in response. Midoriya's face reddened and he stopped walking as what he just said to you sank in.

"I'm captivating?" You asked softly.

With an exhale, Midoriya nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Totally! I was just so drawn to how you skilfully used Rashomon to take down multiple robots. Its use is more for destruction, but you still decided to take the hero course and I really admire that. I did think that you were extremely intimidating at first, but when you saved me, I started really warming up to you,"

Your cheeks felt as though Bakugou had just let off an explosion on them.

"That was really long,"

Midoriya's expression morphed into one of surprise then bashfulness. You laughed at his cute expression.

"Sorry. That was really blunt, but I appreciate it. I didn't know that you thought this about me, I'm flattered,"

"It's no problem. We're friends aren't we?"

"Oh my gosh! Just date already, it's so obvious you're more than friends!"

You snapped your head to whoever was shouting at you.

"H-how long have you been standing there Mina?" Midoriya asked.

"It's not just me,"

Practically the whole class emerged from the shadows.

"Come on you guys. You two would be so cute together! And don't deny it, those soft looks at school tell a whole love story,"

Mina's words made yours and Midoriya's faces burn.

"Do you really feel that way?" You looked hopefully at Midoriya.

"I- um, this is so sudden. I had hoped that this moment would come when I was more prepared and-"

You cut him off with a tight hug.

"Stop rambling, because I really like you,"

A goofy smile erupted on his face while everyone else awed at the adorable scene in front of them.

"I-I like you too,"

Your hug tightened and Midoriya's smile widened. You just both dearly wished that that moment of pure joy could have lasted forever.

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