BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE
Pairing: pro hero!Izuku Midoriya x reader
Warnings: nsft content, dubcon (reader consents after some pressure), afab reader, fingering (f. receiving), dom/sub, reader is indifferent about heroes, slight arguing (nothing major, no yelling, ect. Mostly reader and deku both being snarky), size kink, brat tamer deku, deku is kinda mean and feral lmao, praise, degradation, brat reader, cervix fucking
Request: Could I please request Adult Deku fucking you into submission while still semi wearing his hero suit? It's just such a turn-on, maybe he rescued you from a mission and you go to his office to "thank him" or "Show your appreciation" and he's okay with it. Like it's 100% consensual. Anything goes.
note: all characters are aged up to 21+
nsft under the cut
You approached the large building, taking a deep breath before pushing open the door, a small bell jingling as you entered. Without a word, you walked to the reception desk. You were so thankful that Deku had stopped that gang of villains from stealing from your bakery last week, that you decided to drop off a small basket filled with muffins, cookies, and other assorted baked goods. Small reminders of your thankfulness, though you were sure he wouldn’t remember you, surely saving so many people a day meant he couldn’t quite remember everyone, you thought to yourself.
As you neared the reception desk, a woman glanced up at you, taking a break from typing, “How can I help you?” her eyes shifted between you and the basket you were holding in your arms.
“I uh,” you glanced down at the basket, “I wanted to drop these off for Deku as a thank you,” you placed it on the counter, “As a thank you gift, would you mind giving it to him when you have a few minutes?”
The receptionist glanced down the hall, waiting for a moment before she turned back to you, “You can actually take it to him if you’d like,” she gave you a warm smile, “I’m a bit busy right now and I’m sure he’d appreciate the gesture! He always loves seeing his fans.” the woman gushed.
Fans. It’s not that you weren’t a fan of him, but the word sounded so artificial, Deku wasn’t a famous singer or an actor, he was a hero. Someone who risked their lives to save others. The word bounced around your mind as you replied.
“Are you sure?” you gave her an odd look, “I wouldn’t want to bother him.”
“No, no, it’s okay!” she urged, “His office is the first door on the left, I’m sure the door is open.” she nods, “He hardly closes his door anyway.”
“If you’re sure.” you grab the basket from the counter, hooking your arm through the handle, “Well, thank you!”
As you make your way down the hallway, a wave of anxiety hits you, leaving you breathless as you finally near the hero’s office, peeking in to see Deku scribbling away on a file. The simple conversation was heavy on your mind as you stood for a moment. You hoped he wouldn’t see you as a fan, you were here to thank him, show your appreciation, not fawn over him.
“Excuse me.” you clear your throat, causing the hero to glance up at you, emerald eyes landing on the basket in your arms, “I’m sorry to bother you,” you trailed off.
“Ah, no! You’re okay,” he grinned a heroic smile, the same one you had seen on television a thousand times, the same one he’s flashed you before leaving your shop last week, “I remember you actually, You’re the girl from the bakery near the apartment complex.” His pen clattered against the wood of his desk, “I’ve been meaning to stop by again, but I’ve been quite busy, as you can imagine.” He let out a small laugh, a laugh that had a blush covering your cheeks, he was so charming, so kind, you weren’t surprised he was one of the top heroes.
“Oh, I’m sure you are!” You chimed, nearing his desk, “I really appreciate what you did for me,” you place the basket on his desk, the aroma of sweetness clouding the air, serotonin rushing through Izuku’s veins as you lean closer, your breasts spilling over the top of the tight shirt you were wearing, “As I said, I’m sorry for bothering you! I really just wanted to drop these off!”
He should’ve felt bad, really, objectifying you when he hadn’t even asked for your name. He didn't though, something in the hero’s brain must have shut off when he saw you.
Pink dusted freckled cheeks, You were just so cute, bringing him a little gift to remember you by, bashfully standing in his office in a cute skirt and a tight top. Deku loved meeting his admirers, he really did, But most of them were children, poking and prodigy at his hero suit with sticky fingers and runny noses, but you, you were different, a sweet little thing, offering him a gift in place of your gratitude. He really had meant to stop by your bakery again, hoping to savor a sweet treat, but his work was so demanding. He didn’t mind though, he knew what he was getting himself into so many years ago, he still longed for a bit of freedom though.
Glancing at the clock ticking on the wall, Deku blurted out a response, “You, uh, you can sit down for a few,” his hand ghosting the back of his neck, ruffling green curls, “If you’d like anyways, It gets a bit lonely back here.”
You were sure he was just saying that, He was so popular, so loved, that you were sure he hardly had the time to feel lonely. He had such a clean reputation, you couldn’t recall seeing any heinous articles about him, other than the tabloids that, of course, sold any story, even those that held blatant lies in their margins.
“I would love to, really,” you let out a sigh, breath escaping your nostrils in a huff, “but, I really should get going. Thank you for the offer though.” You linger for a moment, rocking on the balls of your feet, “I’m sure I’ll see you around though.”
An unfamiliar feeling bubbling in Izuku’s chest, a mixture of frustration and jealousy, something he wasn’t quite used to. As you turned on your heels to make an exit, he stood quickly, his chair scraping the linoleum floor in an ugly screech as he rushed to meet you, looming in the doorway to block you in, “Ah, actually–”
You were quick to cut him off mid-sentence, “What are you doing?” you gasped, cocking an eyebrow as you contemplated squeezing past him, though the thought was dismissed, there was no way you would be able to slip through.
Deku thought of his next move, thoughts clouded with your sweet aroma and kind gesture, the frustrated look on your face breaking something deep within him, he hadn’t seen such brashness in a civilian in so long. Most people would have been thrilled to be so close to him, to spend a few minutes chatting with him, but you seemed to want to get out of his office as fast as possible, yet you had still come here to thank him and offer something that you’d made by hand, something you had put love and care into. The least you could let him do was thank you in return, give him a few moments of your time, that was all he was asking for, really.
“You know, I’m not really a fan of your attitude.”
There was that word again, looming over your head like a cloud on a rainy day. You didn’t hate heroes, really, you were so thankful to have someone strong enough to risk their life for you, but you weren’t a fan of them. You admired them, respected them, not stooping as low as to idolize them as many others did. Your hatred for the simple word only seemed to grow stronger the more you heard it.
“Move,” you said firmly, eyebrows narrowed in frustration, showing him how serious you were.
“I don’t think I will.” he all but growled in response, moving quickly to push the door shut, trapping you inside with him.
You were being so obnoxious, pushing Izuku’s buttons, you were doing it on purpose, he thought. Nostrils flared as he narrowed his eyes at you, a look you had never seen before, a look that somehow suited him well. Even in your annoyance, you admired him, admired the way he raised his shoulders, subtly asserting his dominance over you. You recognized his stance though, one he would often use in battle to make himself seem authoritative, assertive even. You had to admit though, staring up at him, an ounce of fear coursed through you.
“Let me out.” you huffed, rolling your eyes at the hero, “I have things to do, you know.”
Deku nearly chuckled in response, a puff of air escaping his nose instead, “I’m sure you do.” he seethed, “But I was hoping to take a moment of your time,” he leaned down, face inches away from yours, hot breath fanning across your face, “If that’s not too much of an issue.”
Your voice betrayed you, dying in your throat as a strangled noise left your lips, you were astounded by his behavior, the golden hero showing a new side of himself, a side that piqued your interest.
Adrenaline coursed through your veins as he leaned impossibly close, lips ghosting against yours, “Now, if you would be quiet,” he mumbled against you, “I’d like to thank you.”
You could feel your heart pulsing in your chest, threatening to escape your ribcage as his lips pressed against yours in a rushed kiss, lips molding against yours within seconds. Though you were taken aback by his actions, you reached out for him, dainty fingers fisting the top of his hero suit.
“Can’t believe you’d talk to me like that.” he broke the kiss to speak, his much larger hand engulfing yours, holding it in place, “Can’t believe you’d come into my office and act like that,” he scoffed, a smirk of confidence spreading across his face.
“Unlike some people,” you whispered, “I don’t idolize you.”
Your words sent Izuku into a frenzy, strong arms pressing your back against the door that was opened moments ago, the door that was never closed, always welcoming those who needed him in. Right now though, he needed you.
“Oh, you will.” He asserted, muscular hips pressing against your in desperation, “You will when I’m finished with you.”
You wondered how many other women had been in your spot, boxed in between Deku and a hard place. The feeling of jealousy bubbling in your chest, thinking about how many times he had done this, how many people he had probably slept with. There was no denying he was attractive, charming even.
Without another word, he ripped his gloves from his hands, discarding the white fabric behind himself, “Let's do this properly, yeah?” He commented, Bare hands gripping your waist, bunching up your shirt until he could feel your skin under his calloused fingers, “Oh would you prefer to do this the hard way?”
Deku watched you closely, examining the way your nose wrinkled, the way your eyebrows knit together as he stared down at you with a hungry gaze, similar to a predator about to devour its prey. He knew you were playing coy, your body reacting to his touch positively, you were just stubborn. He knew all about your type, the type who would never admit they were enjoying something, the type who stood their ground, even if they realized they were wrong. You reminded him of Katsuki in a way, so stubborn and bold. He couldn’t help but admire you.
“Think you can play nice for a bit?” he taunted, hands roaming down your body until they met the fat of your ass, Deku squeezed, enjoying how malleable you were under his hands, “Or am I going to have to fuck the brattiness out of you, huh?”
He shocked himself if he was honest. Izuku was nothing shy of an affectionate lover, one who always made sure his partner was comfortable, putting their pleasure above his own, but you were tempting him, you, the little minx in his office, had his patience running thin.
“Ah, no,” You finally spoke, “I don't want–”
Deku was quick to cut you off, “You don’t want me?” he scoffed, removing his hand from your ass to cup your sex beneath your skirt, your arousal coating the thin material, “You don’t want me,” he reiterated, shaking his head, “But your pussy is practically drooling on me.”
You knew he was right, you had been caught red-handed by the hero, and the smile on his face was proof that he had you figured out. You knew you couldn’t keep this act up much longer, your mind clouded with thoughts of him, the scent of baked goods no longer looming over you, all you could feel, all you could smell was him, the scent of pine overtaking you until you were drowning.
“I don’t know about you,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t just dipped his finger past the thin material covering your core, “But I’m done playing games.” With narrowed eyes, his index finger landed on your clit, his thumb joining it to pinch the small nub until you let out a yelp.
“No more games!” You gasped, pleasure replacing pain as he removed his thumb, lazily rubbing you, “I’m sorry,” you nearly whined, leaning into his touch.
“That’s more like it, hm?” he said, false affection honeying his tone down, “S’fun to behave, isn’t it?”
Calloused fingers continued their torment, nearly bringing you to the edge within seconds. Deku was so skilled with his hands, he had learned to use them to his advantage years ago when he was training to be the hero he was today. He learned to take his time, and handle things delicately, with care.
All you could do was nod, completely dumbfounded by his actions, his words, him. He was consuming your mind, overtaking your every thought. You hated it, the way you seemed to idolize him at that moment. You promised yourself you would never stoop so low, yet here you were, A moaning mess under the hero’s touch.
“Deku, please, I–” You couldn’t even finish your thought, a surprised expression washing over your face as He pushed two thick fingers inside of you, his thumb landing on your clit to rub circles.
“You’re going to cum already?” he taunted, fingers curling in your gummy walls, “Greedy little thing, aren’tcha? Haven’t even touched me and you want to cum.” he shook his head, continuing his movements.
He was right, you **were greedy, vision already fading to white as he pushed you closer to an orgasm. The hero knew exactly what he was doing to you, even if you wouldn’t utter the words, the look plastered on your precious face was enough for him.
“S’okay baby,” he said nonchalantly, “You can let go,” False sympathy coated his tone, a faux pout covering his lips as he watched you, watched the way you squirmed, the way you could hardly catch your breath, “If you ask nicely.”
Within seconds, pleas were escaping your lips, his name a mantra against them, “Please, Deku!” you whined your dainty fist clutching to his shirt, “Oh my god, Please!”
You put on quite a show, he had to admit. You were really trying to impress him, looking up at him with doe eyes, a sheen of sweat covering your brow. How could he deny you?
“Yeah, yeah.” he muttered to himself, “C’mon, cum for me.”
As soon as he said the word, you let go, your arousal coating his hand as you let out a string of moans, his hero name sweetly peppered between them. You were angelic, really, a goddess sent from above.
Deku worked you through your orgasm, withdrawing his finger after a moment to taste you, licking your arousal from his digits as you adjusted your shirt, taking in a sharp breath. You could hardly look at him, shame clouding your thoughts. There was no way that just happened, no way that was how the top hero treated innocent civilians who walked into his office to thank him.
Once you composed yourself and collected your thoughts, you wordlessly reached for the doorknob, only for Deku to stop you, “Where do you think you’re going?” He chuckled, “We’re just getting started.”
With narrowed eyes, you glanced up at him, “As I said,” you sneered, “I have things to do today.”
“And as I said, I don’t care.”
You scoffed, pressing your hands into his chest, feeling the way his muscles flexed under your fingers, “Let me go.”
He laughed, “I’m not holding you against your will, sweetheart. That wouldn’t be very heroic of me, would it?” His gaze was trained on you, watching your face contort in frustration, “Door’s not even locked.” He turned the knob just enough to show you.
You all but scoffed, rolling your eyes as you watched him turn the small lock, “It is now.” you commented.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” emerald eyes held a sort of primal hunger as they gazed down at you, “Did you want me to leave it unlocked while I devour you?” he taunted.
You stuttered out a response, something close to a no as your confidence faded away. His
hands met your waist wordlessly, fingers flexing. You subconsciously melted into his touch, slowly becoming putty in his hands. You hated it, the emotional control he had over you, the way he loomed over you, making you feel small.
“That’s what I thought you’d say.” Deku responded in a cheery tone, using the voice he often used when greeting children, “C’mon,” he released your waist, taking your hand in his as you stared up at him, slowly guiding you towards his desk.
You trailed behind him, watching the way his shoulders flexed as he moved, the way the muscles of his back flexed beneath the fabric of his hero suit, the green material clinging to him. You were in awe, nearly drooling over him as a loud noise dragged you back to reality, pens and knick-knack clattering against the tile as Deku swiped his arm across his desk.
“What the hell,” you gasped, gawking at the mess on the floor.
“I figured it wouldn’t be very comfortable,” he cornered you against the desk, breath fanning across your face as he leaned down, “Pens poking into you while I fuck your brains out,” a laugh died in his chest, coming out as a puff through his nostrils, “Unless you’re into pain, that is.”
“I’m not.” your brows furrowed as you glared up at him, annoyed that he would make that assumption, no matter if he was right or not.
“Before we get started,” he tilted his head back, flashing you a smirk, pearly white teeth peeking out, “I’ll let you leave if you’d like, But I really think you’d enjoy yourself if you stayed for a bit longer.”
He knew you wouldn’t leave, your mind still clouded with pleasure, the pleasure he gave you. You had to admit, He made you feel really good, much better than you could have, his digits reaching spots you never imagined. With a defeated sigh, you muttered out a response, “No.”
“Hm?” He teased, you knew he heard you, the hero such inches away from you.
“I said no, I’ll stay.” you huffed.
“Good choice.” Deku leaned back for a moment, drawing down the zipper of his hero suit to reveal his toned chest, freckles coating his tan skin.
You drank in the sight, mentally connecting constellations across the span of his chest, your eyes drifting further down as he drew the zipper further down, his utility belt hitting the floor with a crash. Deku pushed down the bulk of his hero suit, the material bunching at his thighs as he leaned closer, forest curls tickling your cheek as he whispered in your ear.
“I hope you’re ready for me,” His words sent shivers down your spine, “Because I can’t wait any longer.”
Firm hands grabbed you by the waist, placing you on the cool wood of his desk. A small gasp left your lips as your ass pressed against the material, your skirt had already ridden up, the fabric bunching around your waist. Wordlessly, Deku’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear, tugging the flimsy piece down with ease, only to discard it to the floor.
“S’gonna hurt for a second,” he murmured, tugging down his briefs, his cock slapping against his abdomen.
You weren’t a virgin by any means, but the sheer size of him made your heart jump in your chest. He was long, nearly 8 inches, and the girth only added to your anxiety. You would make it fit, you assured yourself, He would make it fit.
“Don’t worry.” Deku let out a breathy laugh, noticing the look in your eye, “S’not that bad.” he assured you, fisting his cock lazily before lining it up with your entrance, “I’ll go easy on you.”
Deku tapped the head against your clit, smearing pre-cum down your slit, though it wasn’t necessary, you were definitely wet enough, the remnants of your previous orgasm drooling out of you.
Forest eyes met your own, a kind look washing over them as he slowly pressed the tip in. A whine passed your lips as he stopped for a moment, eyes flicking down to watch the way your cunt clenched around him. After a moment, he met your gaze again, inching a bit more of himself inside of you, moving slowly until he bottomed out inside of you.
“Wasn’t so bad, hm?” He teased, giving a small thrust of his hips to test the waters, see if you could handle him.
A moan escaped your lips, your cunt clenching around him on instinct. You could feel him in your stomach, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix in the most heavenly way.
“Gotta stop squeezing me like that,” he let out a breath through his nose, eyes clamped shut.
You couldn’t help it, he had hardly moved, hips stilled as you adjusted to him, “Please,” you gasped, “Please move.” you nearly begged, yearning to feel him, all of him.
With a nod, Izuku snapped his hips, hands settling on your thighs to hold you in place. His gaze was trained on your pussy, watching his cock disappear inside of you over and over again, a ring of arousal coating the base of him.
“I still can’t believe you,” he snarled, eyes flicking up to meet yours, “Talking to me like that,” hips crashed against yours as he spoke, “Treating me like I’m a nobody,” a growl left his throat, “Disrespecting me as if I didn’t save your life.”
A snarky reply sat on the tip of your tongue, but you were overtaken by pleasure, your moans filling the space of his office as he continued, quickening his pace. A scowl covers his face as he glared down at you, tightening his grip on your thighs. You were sure there would be bruises by the time you were finished, reminders of his touch, reminders of how good he made you feel.
He released one of your legs, digits finding your clit with ease, his index finger circled the bundle of nerves, reducing you to a pathetic, moaning mess beneath the hero. You felt like you were on cloud nine, pleasure coursing through your veins as Deku railed into you at a quick pace, moving with ease as your arousal coated his cock. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten, threatening to snap.
“Deku, I can’t, oh my god.” a string of whines left your lips, your hips bucking to meet his in an attempt to take him deeper as if that was even possible.
A growl left the hero’s throat, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead as curls stuck to his skin, “You wanna cum?” he taunted, tilting his head back as a smirk covered his lips, “Go ahead,” he licked his lips, gaze trained on your cunt, “I’m not gonna stop ya’, Cum f’me.” he sneered.
His hips collided with yours another time, sending you over the edge, the coil finally snapping as you let out a whimper, your arousal coating the hero’s thighs.
“Ah, look at that,” Deku let out a groan, “You’re fuckin’ perfect, aren’tcha? Squirtin’ on my cock like a good girl.”
His words sent shivers down your spine, leaving you breathless as you came down from your high, but Deku wasn’t finished yet, still thrusting into your drooling hole as you tried your best to catch your breath. You noticed the way his rhythm faltered, movements growing sloppier as he chased his own high, his orgasm soo washing over him. With a final thrust, he rushed to withdraw his cock from your cunt, releasing his load on your thighs.
Deku hung his head for a moment, the sound of labored breathing filling the room as you both composed yourselves. You didn’t mind the silence, a peaceful moment before you had to leave.
“I uh,” emerald eyes met yours, the once feral look replaced with kindness, true emotion, “Hope I wasn’t too rough.” his gaze drifted to your thighs, fingerprints already forming against your skin.
“It’s okay.” you offered him a lazy smile, a blush covering your cheeks, “I’m sorry for being so hateful,” you whispered, “But I still don’t idolize you.” you teased playfully.
“I’ll change your mind, “ he chuckled, shaking his head, “eventually.”
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end of year fic recs, list #2
part one // here
same as last time: i want to share some fics i really enjoyed this year, organized by fandom! each fic will have a short summary, the word count, and a + symbol if it's a work in progress!
this list will have recs for Spider-Man and BNHA. enjoy! :)
Spider-Man
Fitting In (Tiny Spaces) by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk). while on a team mission, peter parker bites off a bit more than he can chew. 3k, hurt/comfort
In the Home by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk). The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates. 69k, angst and comfort
Dark Matter by mysterycyclone (@mysterycyclone). AU where peter parker gets pulled into the DCU after the events of Infinity War, and gets pulled into the both the Wayne family and the Bat Family. 213k+, angst and comfort
Spider-Verse
equifinality by Quillium (@quillium). In a world where Jefferson Davis dies instead of Spider-man, Miles Morales becomes the Prowler and somehow still gets taken under Spider-man's wing. 20k+, hurt/comfort
so lucky, so strong, so proud by ProfessorSpork. Sometimes you end up in a superhero team up where half the people in the group have your face, or your dead ex/best friend’s face, and you just have to find a way to deal with it. 7k, angst and comfort
Down the Waterspout by Mockingone. spiderverse au where spider-man lives.
let's do this one last time by imoticon. michelle jones gets sucked into the multi-verse. gwen stacy helps her. 9k, dimension travel
New Moves by WildInkling (@wildinkling). miles morales takes up ballet!! 3k, fluff
BNHA
komorebi by Calamitatum (@calamitxtum). desperate to prove himself, Hitoshi agrees to help UA find the traitor, even if he has to sacrifice himself in the process. 157k, angst
Accidentally, Tragically, Heroic by whatagoodegg. shigaraki infiltrates ua as a student, and somehow, is accidentally a great hero. 118k+, hurt/comfort
reconcile by whatagoodegg. a child's quirk traps midoriya and shigaraki in a box together until they can 'reconcile' their differences. 151k, hurt/comfort
Foresight by akcugrai (@akcugrai). Izuku's quirk is simple, it tells him exactly what he needs to do, eventually leading him to tear down All for One. 66k, hurt/comfort
Candor by OwlF45 (@owlf45). The Hero Commission passes a new code that requires all heroes to complete a mental simulation test. For Izuku, the consequences are catastrophic. 60k, hurt/comfort
linger on the doorstep (come into the warmth) series by intheeveningsunrise (@intheeveningsunrise). au where midoriya inko adopts aizawa in high school, dramatically changing his life and the life of his brother, midoriya izuku. 408k+, angst and comfort
out of the frying pan (into the ice and fire) series by intheeveningsunrise (@intheeveningsunrise). Izuku runs into his twin at the USJ - and then proceeds to run into him seemingly everywhere he goes. 305k+, angst and comfort
Words as Weapons by NearoRiver. While navigating his father’s (All for One's) high expectations, insidious emotional abuse, and overpowering quirk, Izuku fights to become a hero. 129k+
Ill-Gotten Gains by ghostmaybite. AFO!Izuku steals Aizawa's quirk to kill All for One. things only get more complicated from there. 245k+, hurt/comfort
once forgotten, twice removed by blueh (@blu-eh). number one hero Deku gets thrust into an alternate reality where he’s All for One’s Successor. 42k, hurt/comfort
awake and (un)afraid, asleep or- by driedupwishes. after shouto and eijirou start trending on twitter, shouto starts an instagram to showcase his Hero Deku merch. it spirals from there. 54k, future fic
Independent Study by pianogavin (@pianogavinwrites). After one too many repeat injuries, UA puts a policy in place to alert parents every time their child is hurt at school. This leads to Momo taking care of her own injuries. MomoJirou focused. 6k, hurt/comfort
we don't know what's dead / till it's gone by carolinaa (@officialratprince). momo's dad dies. neither she nor Kyouka know how to feel about it. 8k hurt/comfort
spit to the left, carry on (smile & say you're good) by jublis. Jirou grows into herself during a time of war. 15k, hurt/comfort
old game (new rules) by carolinaa (@officialratprince). the ULTIMATE momojirou fic. after bad experiences in middle school, kyouka is determined to keep to herself at UA, but her classmates have a way of getting under her skin.
Despite Your Good Intentions series by xylophones. yagi toshinori moves into midoriya izuku's apartment building when he is eleven. this has a ripple effect that leads to midoriya izuku becoming the youngest licensed intern that japan has seen, and spirals from there. one of my favorite series!!! 204k, hurt/comfort
Thick Blood, Sweet Water by litbynosun (@coldwind-shiningstars). aizawa shouta and midoriya inko are siblings who only reunite after midoriya izuku has started his first year at UA. 15k, family fluff
the drip of melting ice by planet_B612. Hitoshi moves into the 2A dormitory at the beginning of his second year, learns who his neighbour is, and makes the friends he had declared he isn't there to have within the space of a semester. 20k, hurt/comfort
every story is a ghost by daylightbreaks (). shinsou learns that crushes get complicated quickly when you think that your crush is possesed. shindeku. 26k, hurt/comfort
between the lines (it was there the whole time) by placesinfive. eri, class 1-A, and all the little moments in between. 12k, domestic fluff
make this feel like home by carolinaa (@officialratprince). natsuo spends his winter break at home. surprisingly, it doesn't all go to shit. 27k, hurt/comfort
when the light returns by rubiginosa. bakugou, camie and uraraka go up north to steal a tree for Todoroki. 13k, road trip fic
Leitmotif by LunaLucrea (@lunalucrea). midoriya interns with present mic, and runs into a man with a quirk that lets him hear people's "soul song". 7k, hurt/comfort
pez dispenser debris by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup (@polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup). a quirk creates a younger version of midoriya izuku, who causes headaches for himself and everyone else. this is straight-up one of my favorite fics, and this summary does NOT do it justice. go read!! 74k+, hurt/comfort
hours spent in a hospital waiting room just to lose a knife fight by SpiritusRex (@spiritusrex). izuku's friends support him when he's hospitalized for appendicitis - a disease he can only get after being born Quirkless. 3k, hurt/comfort
with just a little luck by SpiritusRex (@spiritusrex). izuku keeps getting hurt, so his classmates start to gift him good-luck charms, not realizing it puts him on edge. 7k, hurt/comfort
Small Enough to Carry by ghostwriterofthemachine (@ghostwriterofthemachine). One Thing Midoriya Izuku Starts Carrying Around for Each of the People that He Loves, and One Thing Each of Them Starts Carrying Around for Him. 12k, hurt/comfort
A Boy and his Ghost series by LowlyWriter. AU where izuku can see ghosts, and soon befriends Shirakumo Oboro, the ghost who follows his teachers around. 543k, hurt/comfort
hero’s shadow by feelingstabby. the story of how a few heroes help Midoriya Izuku become something more than a lost vigilante. one of my favorite longfics! 818k+, hurt/comfort
When Realities Collide by LowlyWriter. hero-in-training midoriya izuku gets transported to an alternate universe where he is a deadly villain. 168k, hurt/comfort
starkly marked by OwlF45 ((@owlf45). izuku is stuck in a timeloop, but the longer it goes on, the more people begin to recognize him - even if they technically haven't met. 4k, angst
but somehow i'll see it through by artfulacrostic (@artfulacrostic). izuku is the victim of an obedience quirk. 16k, hurt/comfort
idle worship by dreamtowns (@dreamvevo). shindeku social media au revolving around secret identities. one of the best social media fics I've read - dreamtowns puts HOURS of effort into their fics, and it shows. 28k, hurt/comfort
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