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upgrade pt.3

pro hero! midoriya izuku x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — most of izu's arm has been amputated, hurt comfort, swearing, 4k words

pt.1, pt.2, epilogue

It’s 3am and you jolt awake, realising that you had dozed off mid-construction.

It’s been three days since the fight where Izuku lost his arm, and you’ve barely slept since. You’ve been busy, juggling sourcing materials and building Izuku’s robotic arm with visiting him daily and remembering to eat and shower. You look like a little rat to be honest, hair in a low messy bun, welding mask tilted up so you can see. The huge gloves make it hard to meld all of the parts together, but you know that they’re for your own good.

It’s coming together well. You’re supposed to be putting on the last attachments right now instead of dozing off, so it will be ready for testing tomorrow. Luckily, Izuku’s wound hasn’t developed an infection yet and yesterday, you were able to meet with the orthopaedic surgeon who will be attaching Izuku’s replacement arm. You two discussed the design and attachment in detail. He was open-minded and asked you various questions about how the arm would work once attached. You felt grateful that Dr Kita had chosen such an enthusiastic surgeon for Izuku’s second surgery. You were confident that he’d be in good hands.

Looking over to your empty Shoto mug that Izuku scored you for your birthday earlier that year, you decided to take a little break to freshen up before continuing on with welding. You grabbed your mug and made your way to the kitchen, basking in the quietness of the night permeated by the sound of the kettle boiling. You made yourself another coffee and took it out to the balcony attached to your living room.

You loved sitting on the balcony. It always left you in awe, seeing the world below. Usually, Izuku would come out and sit with you in the morning.

You normally sat down in the plush chair to the right and journalled, coffee on the small table next to you, but tonight, you took your coffee leaning over the metal fence. You sighed in a mix of relief and exhaustion. You closed your eyes, feeling the crispy night breeze cascading across your warm skin. You stayed like that for a while until you felt those familiar jitters and headed back inside to continue your work.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

It was around 7am when you finished adding those last touches. You stared down at your work, proud and relieved. The first part was finished now. You had been working over a low table, cross-legged on the floor with a lamp overhead. Your feet had pins and needles and it was such a good yet painful experience to finally stand up. You went to shower and get ready, washing your hair and moisturising with your favourite lotion. You wrapped the arm in a thick cloth before stuffing it with care into the largest tote bag you own. The clothed hand was still visible, peaking out from the top of the bag, but it was good enough.

The trip to Central Hospital was uneventful. Or maybe, you were just too tired to notice anything that had happened. Your brain was working on autopilot, taking you up to level 5 and walking you to Izuku’s room, hand knocking on the door. You didn’t hear any response, so you gently opened the door and slipped into the room.

Ah, he was still asleep. Your sweet angel. Which was strange because Izuku was an early riser. Nevertheless, you came over to his side, placing your bag down on the table by his bedside and sitting on his bed. Your right hand stroked the side of his face, gently cupping his cheek. You leaned over and placed a kiss on his forehead. He groaned groggily in response, rocking his head slightly.

You giggled, “Good morning, sleepyhead.” He groaned again, eyelids slowly fluttering open to reveal those beautiful green eyes that always take your breath away. A lazy smile spread across his face upon seeing you, and he turns his head to place a brief kiss on your palm.

He rasps into your skin, “Morning, honey.”

You chuckle lightly. Gosh your man is so handsome! What a heartthrob. You just love it when he just wakes up.

You move your palm away, now resting it on his thigh. “Did you sleep okay?” He rubs his face with the back of his remaining hand. He yawns and stretches a little, wincing in pain from his still open wound.

“I was up most of the night,” he breathes out. “Just thinking.” You stay quiet, looking at him tenderly, hoping he’ll continue. He knows that look well.

Sighing, he brushes it off, “Really, it’s nothing to worry about.”

You shake your head, scowling lightly, “Izu-chan. Don’t get like that with me. Tell me, what’s been on your mind?” He looks away from you momentarily, focusing on sitting up. You lean back over to help him up. Once he’s upright, you’re running your fingers through his unruly curls. You laugh at how messy they’ve gotten. His hair is always a struggle to tame in the morning. He moans softly at the feeling. You stop once satisfied with how they look. They’re still messy, but he looks a little more presentable now.

“Come onnnnnnn. Or fine, don’t tell me. That’s cool too.” You whine.

He chuckles, “Honey, I just don’t want to make you worry.” His self-sacrificial behaviour begins to get on your nerves.

Your brows furrow as you say, “It’s my job to worry. I’m your girlfriend after all. Whose going to take care of you if I don’t?”

He doesn’t like it when you look him that way, upset. He hates making you feel upset.

“I’m sorry. It’s just…um,” he starts. Your practically begging him with your eyes to just keep talking. It’s something you’ve been working on together for years, Izuku being more open about talking about how he feels with you. It’s not that he can’t, it’s just that he just doesn’t want to burden you, which is why he tries to keep the worst of his thoughts and emotions to himself. But, he knows how much it irritates you, so he usually ends up divulging it anyways.

“Is it about your arm?” You ask as your tilt your head to the side, nodding toward it. Apart from the cry you two had together that first night, Izuku’s been avoiding the topic of losing his arm like the plague. You’re pretty sure that’s what has been on his mind. I mean, what else could be keeping him up at night right now? And this assumption is confirmed when his eyes widen and mouth drops open slightly. He regains his composure quickly, laughing airily as he looks away from you and starts rubbing the nape of his neck.

“Maybe.”

You raise an eyebrow as you say, “Maybe?” Your stare is quite intense and he’s not too sure how long he can withstand it. Apparently, not very long as he gives up trying to hide this from you any longer.

“It’s just… hard.” You nod, squeeing his thigh gently above the blankets. “It’s like…” You can see that his eyes are already becoming glassy.

“A part of me is gone now. It doesn’t f-feel real. I-it—” He’s struggling to hold back the tears. You move so that you’re curled up into his right side. His right arm is around you, your knees on his lap, arms around his shoulders. He lays his head into the crook of your neck, sniffling. You can feel his tears drip onto you.

You two stay like that for a while as he cries and hiccups. You stroke the top and back of his head as he let’s it out. You hate knowing that he’s been crying all alone, thinking it was better to be by himself than with you. You’re about to start crying too, so you opt to rest your head on top of his, looking upwards every so often to blink those tears back.

Once, he’s calmed down and taken some deep breaths, he continues, “I-I don’t know if I’ll e-ever be me again. I-I k-know that I’ll have-have another arm b-but it’s not the-the same.”

You hum. “I-it’s like I’ve... l-like I’ve been r-robbed of a-a part of me. I'm-I’m n-not whole anymore.” You squeeze his shoulder. You know that right now isn’t the time to tell him how wonderful you think he is. He just needs the space to express his emotions and fears first. He continues to cry into your neck until the neckline to the shoulder of Izuku’s All Might shirt you threw on is drenched.

You start, “You know, maybe this isn’t such a bad thing—”

“Honey,” he interrupts you immediately, his voice stiff and cloudy. “What-What do you mean this isn’t ‘such a-a bad thing’.” His tone tells you everything you need to know.

You silently promise him you’re not being a dick and continue, you press on, “What if this is a neutral thing? Something that’s just happened. And you get to decide if it’s a bad thing or if it’s something challenging that you’ll overcome.” You continue running your fingers through his hairs, those green curls bouncing back every time.

“S-something I’ll over-overcome?”

You nod, giving the back of his neck a rub, “Yea, like how you’ve overcome the challenge of One For All and learnt how to master it.” He’s quiet for a few moments.

“But I haven’t. Y-you heard what Kacchan said. I-I shouldn’t of used One For All at 100%. I-I know I-I shouldn’t have but—”

“Forget about what Kacchan said. You did what you did because you wanted to save her, right?” Izuku nods slowly, head still resting on your shoulder. “That’s because you're a hero.” You plant a kiss on top of his head. “The best hero ever, okay? And you got hurt. It happens to all heroes. I mean, look at what’s happened to All Might after his years of being a hero. But he’s still strong, right? So you can be too.”

You two let things settle for a few more minutes. By now, Izuku’s stopped sobbing and sniffling altogether. His breathing is much calmer now. You let out a deep breath, “I’m gonna need to borrow your quirk to test your arm.” You point at your bag on the bedside table, Izuku following your fingers. He nods, lifting his head back up. His arm comes down to your waist, hand giving it a squeeze.

You see, the way this quirk stealing thing works depends on the intensity and emotions of the kiss (because you borrow quirks via kissing, remember?).

You say that you can ‘steal’ someone’s quirk for up to 24 hours but in reality, you don’t actually know how long you could have someone’s quirk for. It would be temporary of course, but 24 hours is the longest period yet that you’ve ‘stolen’ someone’s quirk.

Actually, you’ve never taken Izuku’s quirk before, so you were curious about if you could and how it would work with the wielders. Would you make contact with them? Could you even ‘steal’ Izuku’s quirk? You were going out on a bit of limb when you told Dr Kita that you could. I mean, you’ve never had any issues with other people’s quirks before. Would One For All be any different?

The time you’re able to borrow a quirk for depends on two factors: 1) how strong the quirk and/or quirk user is and 2) how intense and emotional the kiss is.

You rest your forehead on Izuku, activating your quirk, before he brings his lips up to yours. The kiss is soft at first. Either party uncertain of how deep things were going to go. But you throw caution to the wind and tilt your head more, pressing hard into Izuku’s lips. He meets your enthusiasm, teeth catching lightly on your bottom lip. You moan into it, fingers now tugging at his roots. Soon, tongues are entwining and tasting each other. Boy hasn’t brushed his teeth yet so it’s not exactly pleasant, but you push through. This has gotta give you at least 12 hours with his quirk, right?

A simple peck on the lips or kiss on the cheek could already grant you 3-5 hours depending on how strong the quirk and it’s user were, so this has gotta give you at least 10 hours due to how strong Izuku was and how deeply connected he was to his quirk.

At last, you two pull away, gasping for air. His hand now rests between your shoulder blades, his thumb gently caressing the space there. You feel that familiar, bubbling sensation all over your body, meaning that the transfer of his quirk was successful.

You smirk and give him a brief kiss on his forehead, “Thanks, broccoli boy.”

You get up, already missing the warmth of his body, and walk around to the other side of the bed. You’re about to grab your bag when suddenly, you realise—

“Izu-chan, you wanna see the arm I built you?” You’re already fishing it out of your tote, placing it on top and unwrapping it from the thick brown cloth protecting it. He hums in agreement.

The morning sunlight glints on the dark green metal. You pick it up with both hands and show it to him. It’s actually not that heavy, maybe two kilos, but you don’t want to drop it.

“Do you like it?” You look up and he’s wide eyed, staring at your creation in awe.

He stutters, “I, Honey, yea, I… Wow, you’re so incredible. It looks great!” He’s grinning and you feel so happy that he likes it.

You begin turning it over and explaining all the different parts and how the arm works, what it can do including normal arm stuff and other stuff. You’ve included a gun barrel, which has already been loaded with bullets, and a small canon that (hopefully) fires electrical bursts of energy generated by his quirk (which one idk man you pick, there’s too many), in the arm.

“You make a fist and tilt your arm right for the gun or left for the canon.” He nods.

Once you’ve explained everything that you can think of about the arm, you give him another small kiss before saying goodbye.

You took the elevator down to ground floor and after exiting the hospital, you began walking to the station. Now, you had to test the arm. You planned to go to one of the wooded areas on the very outskirts of Tokyo. You’ve never used One For All before so you had to figure it out before you began testing the arm. Damn! You should of asked him for some tips before you left.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

Izuku’s eyes widen and he jumps in his bed as the door bursts open, clipboard on the back rattling. A scowling Bakugou walks in, Shoto in tow stoic as usual. Broccoli boy immediately relaxes and a small smile comes to his face. Most days, Bakugou and Shoto stayed with Izuku during the day, after you had left. They usually sat down on or beside his bed, talking about anything and everything; the future, their All Might trading card collections, reminiscing about UA.

Today, Bakugou plopped down on Izuku’s bed, where you had been moments earlier while Shoto dragged a chair over and sat on broccoli boy’s other side. The conversation centred around starting an agency. Bakugou was sick of working under Best Jeanist. Meanwhile, Izuku was happy being part of an agency, but had been thinking about starting his own after his rise to the top. And Shoto had joined Endeavor’s agency after leaving UA and worked as a pro hero under him.

“When Endeavor retires, I’ll take over his agency.” Shoto’s voice was calm, but the boys knew how tense it was beneath that smooth surface

“Tch. Thought you didn’t like your old man,” Bakugou said as he folded his arms, a familiar furrow between his brows deepening as he stared icyhot down from across the bed.

Shoto shrugged, “I don’t have to like him to inherit his agency.”

Izuku pouted, “But Todoroki-kun, I thought you were working on it.” At this, Shoto shrugged again.

“OI!” The two boys looked back to the blond. “I DON’T CARE IF YOU INHERIT AN AGENCY, MINE’LL BE THE BEST ‘ERE!” Bakugou had that sharp, lopsided grin on his face as he glared at Shoto, challenging him.

Izuku chuckled, “I’m sure it will be.” He looked down, shaking his head while laughing lightly.

Bakugou scoffed and rolled his eyes. “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU DEKU, EH? DON’T TELL ME YOU’RE GIVIN’ UP ALREADY!” The fiery blond had locked onto a new target to express his aggressions. He was pointing at Izuku who just rubbed his neck sheepishly.

Izuku’s voice was quiet as he said, “Sorry, Kacch—”

“AH? I CAN’T HEAR YOU.”

Izuku continued looking down until he eventually chuckled. He met those fierce eyes with his own much puffier and gentler ones. He said, “You’re right, there is something wrong with me. But, I’m not giving up yet.”

“Tch. Whatever.” Bakugou looked away, rolling his eyes again.

It was quiet for a bit before Shoto broke the silence, “Should we get some lunch?”

At this, Bakugou grinned, “Oi, let’s get it from that café we took pipsqueak to.” He was already standing when Izuku tilted his head to side.

He asked, “Who’s pipsqueak?

Bakugou barked out his laughter. “YOUR GIRLFRIEND DUMMY.” Izuku’s mouth hung open slightly for a moment, confusion leaving his mind blank.

“Oh," he said.

Shoto got up from his chair and walked around to stand beside Bakugou. He kept his distance thankfully as Bakugou turned around, glaring at him.

“You, stay ‘ere. I’ll get us some coffee and sandwiches. You want iced coffee?” Shoto nodded. Bakugou left the two of them alone, walking out with his shoulders hunched as per usual. There weren’t any stupid pockets on the gown to stuff his sweaty palms into.

Shoto came to sit where Bakugou had been, on Izuku’s bedside. Izuku shifted slightly. “So,” he started nervous-curiously, “is that where they went after leaving my room? To the café?”

Shoto remained impassive, “I don’t know. I was already at the café when Bakugou and [y/n]-san walked in and joined me.” Izuku gave Shoto that look. That ‘tell me everything’ look.

Shoto shrugged, “She seemed stressed. She told me that I was her second favourite hero and Bakugou got annoyed. He bought her a coffee and a sandwich.”

Izuku nodded at this new information. You hadn’t mentioned to him that you went for coffee with Bakugou and Shoto. He assumed that this was because you were focused on constructing his cybernetic arm (which in part was true, but also because he’s already going through so much, you didn’t want to burden him or make him feel insecure about your relationship. He was the only one for you, after all.).

“She’s cute. Quite talkative. You two seem like a good match.”

At this, Izuku perked up, “You think?” Shoto nodded. Izuku brought his right hand back to his neck and began rubbing it again. It went quiet again.

“I think… I-I think I might propose at the end of the year. What do you think?”

Those heterochromatic eyes hid their surprise well. Izuku? Get married? Soon? He was the only one in a long-term relationship out of the dekusquad. It made sense for him to be thinking about marriage. Shoto could see what a catch you were. If you were his girlfriend, he’d be thinking about it too.

“I think you should do what’s right for you. She clearly loves you very much, and if you love her,” Shoto paused, trying to find the right words. “If it’s the right time, then you should propose.” The boys looked at each other for a few moments, a faint blush spreading across Izuku’s cheeks.

“Y-yea,” he stuttered, “I really do love her.” He was smiling foolishly. Shoto nodded.

The peace of this moment didn’t last long though, for Bakugou slammed the door open soon, arms full with a coffee cup tray and paper bags of deserts and sandwiches. The boys ate up, remarking that this café food was something else. The rest of the afternoon went by a smoothly as possible and soon, Izuku was left alone again, inevitably thinking of how much he loves and admires you.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

It was a bright, clear morning. Perfect for a somewhat experimental surgery.

You had delivered the tested and refined cybernetic arm to the orthopaedic surgeon’s office on the cusp of 8pm last night. You had spent the first half of the day communicating with the wielders of One For All and learning how to use it. Because of your quirk, your body was able to transform (if a heteromorph quirk has been ‘stolen’) and withstand intense quirks of all types, so you didn’t have any major issues using One For All at full capacity. Sure, it was very tiring (which you made up for with a good sleep last night. The first in four days.) but, Izuku was your partner and technically, your client. It was your duty to rigorously test the arm to ensure functionality, durability, and safety.

Izuku had been informed early that morning that the surgery was to be performed at 8am. And so had you over a phone call that had woke you up and had you tumbling out of bed to pick up.

“Hello,” you grumbled. A clear, deep voice spoke from the other end, “Miss [L/n]?”

“Dr Kita?” You’re stumbling to your feet now, using the bed to help you up.

You plonk down, listening to him continue, “I’ve just spoken to Mr Midoriya. His second surgery will be taking place at 8am. It’s expected to take around 60 minutes. Should I let reception know that you’ll be coming to wait in the recovery room?” You’re rubbing eyes with your free hand, trying to wipe and blink all those morning eye crusts away.

“Yea. Yea! I’ll be there soon. Thanks Doc!” He tells you it’s fine and hangs the line.

You fumbled around, showering absent-mindedly and throwing on whatever looked decent (which was another of Izuku’s All Might shirts and a pair of low-rise baggy jeans).

And now, you were waiting anxiously in front of the recovery room. You wondered where Bakugou and Shoto were. Maybe, they didn’t know. Probably. Or maybe, they had been released yesterday as they didn’t have any major injuries. You checked your phone every few minutes for the time as you paced up and down the corridor, like last time. It was just hitting 9am now.

Were they finished yet? Did the arm attach okay? Was something wrong with it? Did Izuku’s wound get infected? Were there any complications? You kept asking yourself these questions and more. Time seemed to slow and stutter as you waited to be called in. 9am turned into 9:15 turned into 9:30. You were getting worried now. Even more worried than before.

But you couldn’t bask in it for long as—

“Miss [l/n]?” A nurse was poking her head out from the recovery room doors. Different from the one that did the first time. You stopped in your tracks, running down the remaining length of the hallway to meet her.

“Mr Midoriya will see you now.” You nodded frantically. She opens the door, holding it for you as you push past her. See me now? What do you mean ‘see me know’? Had he been awake this whole time? If so then why— It didn’t matter. You shook your head, seeing those untamed green locks peaking out from behind Dr Kita’s slim frame. You let out a sigh of relief.

There was your hero. Safe, sound, and smiling. There was nothing more you could ever ask for.

⋆˙⟡ Bandaid. Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Delinquent!Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

ᯓ✦ Warnings; swearing, mentions of bullying.

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Izuku stared at his reflection with tired eyes. It had been a while since he had been treated so roughly by his former best friend, Katsuki Bakugou, he actually got punched today.

His cheek was red and already starting to swell, just his luck. Izuku knew he should’ve kept his mouth shut, but when people talked heroes, he couldn’t help himself.

Izuku sighed softly as he leaned over the sink in the boys’ bathrooms, using his fingertips to slowly and gingerly touch his sore cheek. The sharp pain was now a dull throb, sending slow and painful waves through his the right side of his face, and reminding him of how he pissed Katsuki off today.

He wasn’t sure how he was going to hide the dark bruise forming on his face. He had to come up with some excuse, so he didn’t worry his poor mother.

Izuku ran his fingers through his curly mop of hair and bit his lip to stop it from quivering. God was he really this pathetic? Not only could he not stand up for himself- well…not really anyway, but he was a crybaby on top of that. Of course.

After a short cry, and self-pity session in the bathroom, Izuku put his backpack on, and slowly trudged out of the bathroom. Izuku was an expert at keeping his head down, making himself small and invisible.

As he walked, Izuku kept his eyes glued to the tiled floor beneath his feet. He felt..hopeless? Maybe he felt angry, angry at his mom, at the world..who knows.

Izuku felt his face scrunch up as he fought to keep the tears at bay. Please not again. He thought over and over as the hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

He was so caught up in his own head, that he didn’t even notice the few delinquent students of Aldrea walking Izuku’s way down the hall.

He accidentally bumped his shoulder against one of the guys’ shoulder.

Great.

His head snapped up and he looked at the group;

There were 4 of them, 3 guys and a single girl.

“Just what the hell are you doin’ Deku? Bumpin’ into me like you own the place? You want to fuckin’ go right here?” The boy snapped, grabbing Izuku up by his uniform.

Izuku’s teary eyes were as wide as saucers, and he looked like a frightened animal, scared and panicked.

“What the hell is your deal!?” The other student practically shouted in Izuku’s face, a few droplets of his spit landing on Izuku’s freckled cheeks.

Izuku somehow managed to find his voice, choking out a few shaky words through his tears; “N-nothing! I-I’m sorry!” He sounded pathetic, because he knew he was at their mercy.

Meanwhile, you crossed your arms, watching your friend Kenji harass Midoriya over something so minuscule as bumping into him. “Ugh- Kenji, dude, get yourself together. It was an accident.”

Your words made your friend stop and turn to look at you. “Huh? Stay out of this, L/n, it’s none of your damn business.” He hissed, his eyes narrowing as he spoke.

You simply rolled your eyes. You’d tagged along with the…more troublesome group your whole life, and you weren’t exactly afraid of Kenji, a 5’6 boy who sounded more like a girl, than an actual guy.

“You’re gonna make us late to lunch, plus, the nerd’s already crying.” You gestured to Izuku’s face, tears still streaming down his cheeks and flooding his waterline. “So leave him be. He said sorry, move on.”

You didn’t know why you were even bothering to stick up for someone no one in the school particularly liked, but you were just in a good mood today; well..either that, or seeing the frightened look on Izuku’s face made your gut twist in…a weird way.

On Izuku’s end, he was completely shocked. Why was anyone even pushing for him in the first place? He knew you weren’t exactly sticking up for him, but you were still telling off your friend…

Izuku, while dumbfounded, took the opportunity to take in your appearance; to be completely honest, he thought you were pretty, even with a few bruises on your cheek, and a bandaid on your cheekbone. He kinda liked the rough edge your appearance had thanks to that little detail.

His heart swelled as he watched you bicker with the boy holding Izuku’s uniform, until eventually, Kenji’s patience ran out and he released Izuku.

“Fine! Just shut up already!” Kenji shouted irritably, making you roll your eyes and Izuku flinch. The other two students in your group sighed, one of them speaking up. “Can you two go a day without fighting? Please?” The other boy nodded in agreement and ran his fingers through his hair. “Christ, L/n and Kenji can never get along.” He grumbled.

You simply let out a huff of breath, choosing to brush off their comments then defend yourself when you knew they were kinda right. “Whatever, can we just get to lunch? I’m starving dude.” You said as you shoved your hands into your skirt pockets.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, what the girl said.” Agreed Kenji, who still looked a bit disgruntled that you’d pushed so firmly for him to drop Izuku’s accidental bump to the shoulder.

Your friends started to walk off and you weren’t far behind, however, as you did start to walk, you caught Izuku’s wide eyes. His eyes weren’t filled with fear and tears anymore, but instead they looked..awestruck.

A slight tinge of pink rose to your cheeks and you scoffed, rubbing the back of your neck and quickly looking away.

Izuku watched you walk off, his heart racing and his cheek— the once noticeable pain —suddenly didn’t hurt anymore, not that he could be bothered to pay attention to it anyway…he was still a bit too distracted by the face of the girl who’d stuck up for him, and the bandaid on her cheek.

He hoped he’d be able to talk to her again. Izuku slowly moved his gaze to the ground, before a small smile cracked his expression.

He didn’t think he’d be forgetting this experience any time soon.

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Hiiiii!!!! I know I’ve been dead lol, I’ve been kinda busy with some stuff, but I’m back now! This has been sitting in my drafts kinda rotting, so I decided to finally get my ass up and finish writing it. So here it is! I’m thinking about making a part two, but idk tbh.

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

Warnings; spoilers, smoking mentions, swearing, death.

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“Sensei!”

“Deku!!”

“Help!!”

“Help us! Please!!”

“Deku! Deku sensei! Help!”

“Deku!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he couldn’t.

He was powerless now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mentions; @candiiee @cvnt4him @anzs-stuff

Just wanted to put this out there.

Izuku, loves chubby girls.

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

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

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

However, none of them ever caught his eye.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were..gorgeous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You flushed bright red, stammering out some syllables.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hi it's me again :3 Is it okay to request some more bunny izuku? I literally see everyone writing about him it's so addictive. Maybe some head cannons of him, how he acts and stuff or even how he gets during heat can be nsfw. You can come up with any scenario. Whatever you prefer mwahh<3

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You ask and I will de-LIVER.

Keep requesting bc your asks are the best I stg.

Anyways. Obv smut below, all characters 18+, minors DNI.

More Bunny!Izu x Fem!Pro hero!reader

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Here’s your banger, I didn’t forget dw

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Head cannons;

B!Izuku I feel like, would be the sweet type of brat, like, don’t get me wrong, he’s a sweetheart; but he’s also a brat in the most ANNOYING ways.

B!Izuku definitely steals and hides your things. He does and I think that’s a universally accepted thing. Anything that’s yours is his, and you accepted this a while after you brought him into your home, even making a little game out of trying to find and get your things back.

B!Izuku loves when you cook for him, and even started to eat bits of pork thanks to the way you make it, making katsudon his favorite meal after trying the pork cutlets you put on the plate, he was surprised at how much he liked it.

B!Izuku is SPOILED and I will never stop saying it, you buy hin whatever he wants. He has his own room, his own phone, video games and consoles, posters, mangas, art supplies- fuck- you even bought him a hand signed All Might figure in mint condition (that costed a pretty penny fr fr.)

B!Izuku will pout at you, and he does that shiet all the time. If you won’t let him on your bed with you? He’s pouting, if you scold him for taking your keys and making you late for work? Pouting little bunny boy.

B!Izuku basically never even sleeps in his own room, always sleeping in bed with you, mumbling sleepily about how much he loves you and is thankful for everything you do for him.

B!Izuku gets really bad heats- like..bad. He’s in heat for no less than a week, and his body will tremble all over, his breaths heavy and legs barely supporting him. He whimpers and whines, begging to still sleep with you in your bed, even though he knows you say no every time.

B!Izuku who is extra bratty during his heat, maybe even a bit rude. He’s petty for sure. If you don’t help him relieve the pain he’s in, he’s gonna be extra sassy, despite his breathless tone and shaky body.

B!izuku definitely lays in your bed when you’re at work, his hips grinding into your mattress as he moans pathetically into your pillows, gripping the sheets and rolling his hips like a desperate animal.

B!Izuku can cum so many times and still not relieve himself, constantly being erect and having his nerves on fire.

B!Izuku gets so desperate during the last few days, pathetically whimpering and shaking in your bed, begging- pleading for help.

Until you give in.

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You walked into your shared apartment from work, sighing tiredly as you did so. You slip off your boots and look around. Everything is intact, good, Izuku didn’t decide to mess up the living room or anything just to spite you.

Speaking of..where is your bunny?

You sigh, figuring the worst as a tired deadpan falls onto your expression. You knew it wasn’t Izuku’s fault that this happened to him each month, it was like a woman going through ovulation…on steroids…

A heavy sigh left you, despite knowing it wasn’t Izuku’s fault, it still left you feeling irritated. He was already bratty enough, he certainly didn’t need to be uncontrollably horny on top of that.

You finally muster up all the will and strength you have left, before pushing yourself in the direction of your bedroom.

There he was, sitting on your bed and crying, his head thrown back and teeth gritted as his body trembled. He looked like he was - at the very least - extremely uncomfortable.

“Izuku?” You spoke out into your room, feeling a twinge of guilt in your chest as you watched the sweet boy writhe. “Y-y/n- please..it hurts” he looked over at you, his eyes half lidded and flooded with tears.

You bit your lip.

You were a hero, meant to save people, and yet your sweet bunny boy was in pain.

Fuck.

A click left your door as you closed it behind you, a second following it as you locked it. “It’s alright Zu” you spoke softly, taking off your jacket and tossing it onto the floor.

Izuku barely registered what was happening as he felt the bed dip next to him. His hands instantly reached out for yours, grabbing one and placing it on his hard bulge, expecting you to pull away like you usually did.

This time, however, your hand began to rub at the ache, making Izuku’s eyes widen, then roll back as if your touch was a gift from god himself.

You laid on your side, propping yourself up with your elbow as you began to soothe the burning pit in his stomach. “I’m sorry, Izuku” you murmured quietly, a hand finding his fluffy ear that was folded back. You gently scratched his ear while wrapping your hand around his clothed dick.

“Y-Y/n! Ah..fuck- just like that-“ a little bit of drool teased his bottom lip, his head falling back against the sheets “so good- it’s so good..mmh”

You smiled a little, he didn’t look like he was in pain anymore, which made you feel a lot better.

Izuku continued to moan and femininely whimper as you jerked him off through his shorts, before finally grabbing the hem of them, and his boxers. With a pull, they came down to his thighs, his thick and hard cock springing free, the smooth tip touching his abdomen.

You blushed a little, especially as Izuku looked at you with his fucked out face, his eyes heavily hooded and his lips parted “please- please mommas..please suck my cock”

Your eyes widened in shock, feeling a spike of arousal shoot through you. His face, his tone, his words- it was all so lewd. You looked down at his thick shaft. It was probably around 6-7 inches, a good length with an impressive girth.

You swallowed, feeling saliva pool in your mouth as you looked at the pre-cum beading at the slit of his cock head.

You shifted to kneel on the bed before his thighs, your throat and mouth dry as you leaned down, softly kissing his tip.

Izuku gasped quietly and placed a hand on your head, running his fingers through your hair “please” he whined “don’t tease me, please” his tone was- honestly pitiful, but you understood why, so, you leaned down once more; this time, taking the puffy tip into your mouth, lightly sucking on it.

Izuku let out a soft moan “yes- yes Y/n- fuck” his eyes rolled back in pleasure, and his head fell back, his hips slightly rolling up as he tried to inch himself more into your mouth.

That was all the coaxing you needed, before you began to bob your head, his thick cock making your lips stretch around it, the veins dragging up and down your tongue, and the taste of pre flooding your mouth.

You were a little rusty, it had been a while since you’d been with anyone, but once you got into a rhythm, Izuku was falling apart at the seams under you.

The poor bun couldn’t think clearly, a hand cover his mouth as he gasped and writhed, his thighs spread wide and lifted slightly with the tension in his muscles. His eyes were screwed shut, and his brows furrowed.

His chest messily rose and fell, his jaw dropped and gasps leaving him. How were you so damn good at this? He had no idea, nor did he care. Izuku shakily opened one of his eyes to see you focused on him.

One of your hands gently kneading and massaging his tight, full balls; the other was wrapped around the base, occasionally stroking, while your head bobbed and your mouth sucked.

His eyes rolled back and he clenched his jaw “I love you!” He squealed, making you cough on his length and pull yourself off, sputtering from your surprise and accidentally deep throating his entire dick.

He whined in protest, before his eyes widened.

He had not meant to say that.

“I-I’m sorry- I- I just meant-“ “I love you too.” You smiled at him, and his eyes widened “you love me?” Did he hear you right? His fluffy ears twitching a few times to ensure he wasn’t crazy.

You had just told him..you loved him too.

“Of course I do” you leaned down and ran your tongue up the side of his cock, before kissing the swollen tip “I don’t give just anyone head, you know”

Izuku shuddered and bit his lip “fuck- I’m gonna cum just from that” he whispered, referring to your teasing, yet meaningful words

You simply laughed, before taking his hardened length back into your mouth. Izuku arched his back, his ears folding back against his head. It felt so much better knowing that you felt the same way about him, and he had to restrain himself from busting right there.

“God- yes! I love you! I love you so much! Baby! Mommas! I’m gonna- c-cum- fuck~!” He cried out, his thighs trembling and coming up to wrap around your shoulders.

And cum he did.

With a loud moan and your name on his lips, he came, and he came hard.

You gagged a bit as his load shot into your throat and slightly dripped onto his cock, trying to swallow as much as you could.

You pulled away from his cock to greedily gasp for air, the sheer amount of cum in your throat making your eyes water as you coughed “J-Jesus- C-Christ-“ you sputtered between coughs.

Izuku trembled under you, his cock finally softening and not feeling needy, like it had been for the previous week.

He felt so tired, not having the energy to make a comment as you collected yourself and picked him up, smiling a little down at him “cmon bun, let’s get you in the bath.”

Izuku simply nodded and rested his head against your chest, shaking slightly and sighing, so thankful to have you in his life.

He’d have to return the favor some time.

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Part 1.

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

No warnings (except maybe swearing), established relationship, silly shenanigans, wholesome, fluff.

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Ah yes, 3am. A cliche time to be awake. Despite how common the 3am time was for being active, the whole world seemed to be just the opposite. The lights off, no cars on the streets, no sounds from the dorms except for Izuku’s soft music in the background..the world was asleep.

So why wasn’t Izuku? Well..he didn’t know. He’d always been a night owl, but he wasn’t ever up this late. He’d tried to go to bed a few hours ago, but to no avail.

He stared up at the ceiling with a thoughtful gaze. It wasn’t like he was in distress or anything, he was comfortable in bed, totally relaxed, and yet still wide awake. Izuku thought about different things, allowing his busy mind to continue to occupy itself as he stared at the ceiling.

Before an idea came to mind.

He glanced at his phone that was playing his music, wondering if a certain someone was awake.

Izuku bit his lip, he knew better than to break the UA rules, he didn’t want to get in trouble, but the temptation of messaging this special someone was starting to sound better and better as he thought about it more and more.

His tongue circled absentmindedly in his mouth, as if stirring the pros and cons of this decision, once again, over thinking. He smiled a bit before finally just sitting up.

Izuku threw on a jacket, put his phone in his pocket before walking out onto his balcony. Thanks to stealth training, he was pretty quiet on his toes.

With a few jumps and some One For All, he landed on another balcony…your balcony.

He knocked quietly on your sliding glass door, hoping you were awake and he wasn’t waking you up or looking like a fool standing on the balcony of someone who was asleep.

He instantly lit up as you yawned, opening the door “Izuku..? What are you doing here my love?” You asked with a sleepy grin. You had been just about ready to go to bed, dressed in a simple off the shoulder tee and some loose sweats.

Izuku’s heart swooned in his chest at your disheveled state, and he felt a sheepish dmile pull onto his boyish face, his freckled cheeks dimpling and turning a slight hue of pink. “Ah, well, I couldn’t sleep, and I missed my girlfriend” he said with an innocent smile, trying to convince you to go along with whatever he had on his mind, not like it took much convincing to begin with.

You rolled your eyes and smiled “let me grab my phone” you said with a little chuckle. Izuku did this sometimes, he probably had some form of sleeping disorder or something with how late he went to bed and how early he woke up in the mornings, but that was your boyfriend for you.

You put on a jacket, grabbed your phone and headed back out to the balcony, where Izuku smiled at you “you look so pretty, Y/n” he said with a shy smile. Even though you’d been dating for several months, he still got a little flustered when giving you compliments sometimes.

“Why thank you, Izuku, you look rather cute yourself” you smiled as he offered his calloused and scarred hand to you, taking it in your own.

A gasp and a giggle escaped you, as you felt strong arms pick you up, one under your knees and the other under your back. Izuku was incredibly strong, something you loved about him, he could be so rough, but he chose to be gentle with you.

You plant a kiss on his freckled cheek as your hands come up to hold behind his neck, which only draws out more pink from him.

“Are we going to our spot?” You asked. ‘Your spot’ was just a specific tree outside of the dorm building, and a little ways away, in the spring, it had tons of pretty flowers and the Sakura petals bloomed, it was pretty romantic.

Izuku nodded and smiled as he activated his quirk, his hair beginning to flutter gently and sparks of green energy danced around his body in a quick and beautiful display, illuminating his gorgeous emerald eyes.

You blushed and gasped as the two of you took off, Izuku’s strong legs carrying the two of you into the air with a powerful jump. You hid your face in his shoulder, smiling as your powerful boyfriend carried you in his capable arms.

The wind rushed through your hair, the the feeling of falling made you tense, although you knew Izuku wasn’t gonna let anything happen to you, it still made you nervous, free falling like this and your stomach doing flips in your abdomen.

Everything came to a halt as Izuku’s feet landed on the ground, letting you breathe a sigh of relief. “You okay, darling?” He asked, gently placing you down on the ground, a hand lingering on your shoulder to assure himself you were alright.

You nodded and smiled shakily, offering him your best efforts at a not-so-shaken appearance “yeah- I’m okay Izuku, it’s just a little nerve wracking to free fall like that” you explained, a laugh leaving you, and making Izuku smile. He knew what you meant.

“Well, we’re safe and sound on the ground” he assured, taking your hand and pulling you to sit in the grass and flowers with him, then, he quickly pulled you to lay down, smiling like an idiot the whole time while you yelped.

The two of you settled in the grass, smiling and looking up at the stars “the sky is so pretty” you said with a dreamy sigh, wondering what it would be like to dance along with the stars up in the gorgeous hues of deep blue and black swirling in the sky.

Izuku nodded and lolled his head to the side, resting it against yours “isn’t it? It’s almost as pretty as your eyes” he said with a wide grin, looking at you with those boyish dimples and sparkly eyes.

You rolled your eyes and turned your head to face his, pressing your forehesd to his “ugh, you cheesy dork” you teased, giggles escaping you, betraying how much you actually enjoyed his cheesy comments and the sweetheart-ed nature he displayed towards you.

“You love this cheesy dork” he mumbled, a few laughs escaping him as well, before he stuck his tongue out at you “and you’re stuck with him”

You groaned and placed a hand on your forehead “oh no! What a terrible fate! Damned to be stuck with the dreaded Izuku Midoriya! What will I do?” You dramatically wailed, barely containing your giggles

Izuku gasped and placed a mock-offended look on his features “Damned? You wound me, darling” he snickered and looked at the smirk you gave him. “Truth hurts, Izuku-kun” you teased, giving him a playful glare.

Izuku felt his sassy, playful side start to take the reins “hey- you know what, cmere you!” He said as he lunged at you, earning a gasp and a squeal from you.

The two of you wrestled around in the grass and flowers, giggling and throwing playful insults at each other. You pinned Izuku down, smirking at him “I got you!” You said between breaths.

Izuku smiled up at you, his cheeks slightly flushed from the activity and from your position. “Oh yeah?” He taunted with a playful glint in his vibrant green eyes. “Yup! I got y-“

Izuku used his strong legs to buck his hips up, making you bounce and fall back. He took advantage of your position and grabbed your wrists, pinned them down and straddled your hips “Gotcha” he purred teasingly.

You whined and tried to toss him off of you, but he was surprisingly heavy for someone who was so lean looking. “That’s not fair! Your legs are too damn strong from your shoot style!” You complained, pouting up at him

Izuku relaxed his grip on you and smiled “well, I do work pretty hard, you know! Iida actually showed me the proper mechanics to run as quickly and efficiently as possible..” he continued rambling about his training, smiling and speaking with enthusiasm.

You smiled as Izuku muttered on and on. After listening to him for a few more seconds, you grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss.

Izuku’s eyes widened and he blushed, before melting into the sweet kiss, his eyes closing and his hand coming up to gently stroke your hair.

After breaking the kiss, Izuku smiled sheepishly “sorry, baby” he said with a little giggle. You smiled up at him and sat up, adjusting him into your lap. “It’s okay, you’re just a bit of a talker” you said as you placed a kiss on his cheek, earning a sigh from him and a dreamy smile.

“Now why don’t we relax and do some stargazing, hm?” You asked, watching as he nodded and stood up. “Yeah, let’s” he said as he offered you his hand.

You and Izuku wandered over to the Sakura tree, sitting down and leaning against it, with his head on your shoulder. You angled your head to the side to softly kiss his forehead.

“I love you so much” Izuku murmured softly, the corners of his pink lips turned up into a small smile. “I love you too” you whispered, the two of you relaxing under the stars without a care in the world.

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꣑୧ Some Headcannons of Izuku jealous

Jealous!Izuku who watches you and Bakugo interact, at first he is confused on why Kacchan isn’t screaming at you like he does everyone else.

Jealous!Izuku who starts mumbling to himself every possible reason on why the two of you would be talking to one another.

Jealous!Izuku who pretends not to be looking at you both when you turn around to smile at him. You were just talking to Bakugo about strategies and ideas for training because you both had similar quirks that Izuku magically had forgotten through his jealousy he didn’t even consider that what was what you both were talking about.

You turn around a bit confused at the fact that your own boyfriend pretended not to notice you when you tried to smile at him. Before you can utter a word Bakugo scoffs “Damn Deku” he mutters under his breath.

“Huh what did he do?” You ask confused staring up at the blonde, he crosses his arms over his chest. Bakugo smirks for a moment looking at you then back at Izuku who catches his eye.

The blonds hand comes to your shoulder “Nothing just being a damn nerd” he tells you a smirk still adoring his lips.

Jealous!Izuku who feels his chests tighten when Bakugo touches you. He starts taking steps closer to the two of you to hear what his childhood friend is telling you. When he finally makes it to you both he hears your voice “That thing you did with your explosions when you flew in the air was awsome. You have to teach me some time please” you gush over the boy.

His heart skips a beat as he hears you compliment Bakugo. The blonde boy smirks staring at Deku for a moment before squeezing your shoulder “Tch I guess I could teach you I’am the best after all” he says looking at you for a moment.

With jealousy clouding his judgement Deku slings an around your shoulders “I can teach her just fine Kacchan” he says his voice laced with jealousy. He leads you away from the boy quickly rushing you two out of the living room and into his dorm.

Jealous!Izuku who immediately kisses you when you guys get to a private area. Who pushes you against the wall in a sudden bust of confidence. He kisses you until the two of you run out of breath, you push him off of you slightly “W-what’s gotten into you Zu?” you ask him trying to catch your breath.

He breathes heavily his eyes not looking at you “Nothing just… Whatever you needed from Kacchan you could have asked me, you know I can help” he mutters staring at the wall besides you.

Jealous!Izuku who blushes when you realize he’s jealous of his own classmate. He turns a light shade of pink before kissing you once again trying to prove that you’re his no one else’s.

Jealous!Izuku who sucks hickeys onto your neck when he’s jealous to show everyone that you’re taken. He smirks watching you walk around trying to hide the marks he gave you but ultimately failing and having one or two showing.

Jealous!Izuku who kisses you before you spar with Bakugo durning training so the blonde explosive boy knows you’re his girlfriend.

(   ♡   )   — Izuku Midoriya LIVES for big ladys ! by @candyeyedoll

SFW ꒰ aged-up! Izuku Midoriya x tall! thick! reader ꒱

Izuku LIVES for big ladys.

Muscular woman. Tall woman. Thick in general.

THICK WOMEN THAT WOULD DESTROY HIM WITH ONE FINGER ARE HIS PASSION.

He's not really tall, so he can tell when a women is way bigger than him, how he would pass over a 5′ 11″ (less or more) beauty like you?

"She looks like a model, a famous athlete..."

And you are definitely strong as one. You are gonna be a hero too, so it's obvious you are in a good physical state. But the way you lift heavy things like nothing? GOD BLESS THE POOR horny BOY.

He obviously have a lot of "turn ons" moments.

The PANIC when you get too close to his body. Face facing your chest. He has to look up and admire you from below. Literally a goddess.

How BIG you feel in his arms. But he sure makes you feel little when he is on top of you...

"Izuku no way! c'mon" You said laughing and pushing him away.

"Please, let me try!" He's been thinking about this A LOT. He is strong too, why he wouldn't?

"I'm almost 80 kg. There's no way you can-" Cut by the way your boyfriend put his arms around you and LIFT YOU UP in a second.

No matter how big you are or how much you weigh. Your boyfriend is a beefy short baby, so strong and definitely OBSESSED with your measure!

Hi! Sorry. English isn't my first language and I wrote this in like 20 minutes lol. But thanks for reading and I hope you tall ladies enjoyed it!

—Tommy @candyeyedoll

Come back

(ProHeroAU!Deku x Reader)

Summary: Looking back on what you two used to be and how you are now, you can't help but feel sorrowful.

Warning: Angst, depressive thoughts, toxic relationship, toxic situation, cussing, depression, heart break, aged up characters,

We used to be Best Friends.

We used to be Lovers.

We used to be Husband and Wife.

What are we now?

Two people who exist beside eachother.

How could you have known your life would turn out like this? Wishing your husband would come home. Wishing your husband wouldn't ignore you. When had it all started? A few months ago? After he'd gotten what he always wanted.

Number 1 Pro Hero, Deku.

He was more smug, walked like no one could touch him.

You celebrated like you did everything in your lives together since 3rd year. A nice dinner together followed by passionate love making. Whispering sweet nothings and promises to eachother. Holding eachother close until sunrise, nothing but love and content between your hearts and souls.

But you soon noticed how he'd come home later, you already be asleep and missing his warmth that lulled you to sleep naturally. Leaving sooner, you waking up with a small warm spot where he once laid, even if it was only for a short few hours. Reply less on the phone, never responding or picking up, sending you straight to voice-mail. Acting like a phantom of the man who you once loved, who'd always call you, who always snuggled close when the moon rose high in the sky and until the sun replaced it.

Your home that was once vibrant with colors and life, now seemed dull and gray. The pictures that hung on the walls of memories once shared now seemed bittersweet. A constant nagging of what you once had and had lost too soon. Of course you'd beg Izuku to go to out with you, come home early, have dinner together. Or even just hug once. Reignite the hope and love you were so desperately clinging to.

Your friends and family could see it too. The way you no longer smiled the way you used to, no energy to give them but a weak half assed smile that left them all heartbroken. You were once sunshine that broke through the clouds and rain no matter what, always finding the best in every situation. Now you sobbed silently as you watched your husband on TV who smiled without a care in the world, no worries to hold him back. Yet you knew once he came home that smile wouldn't be for you. The one who such by him, supported him, held him when it all became too much as some points for you both to bear. You pushed through, telling him to lay it on your shoulders, that you could carry the weight for both of you. Now, it seemed he'd abandoned everything and no longer sought to reclaim it.

You couldn't help but twist your engagement and wedding rings around your finger. Heart pounding so fast and deep you felt like you almost couldn't breathe. You wanted it all to end. You were tired of trying and getting nowhere. Trying to put forth the effort you'd promised eachother back then when you were dressed in white and he in a suit.

'We'll always be there for one another. Never apart or forgotten'

You scoffed, tears rolling down your face as you brought your sleeve up to clean your eyes but the tears just kept flowing. Through blurry eyes you picked up your phone, re reading the messages you'd sent to him, all left on read.

'I hope you have an amazing day! I love you!'

'What time will you be home? I'm making your favorite to celebrate another successful assignment'

'I need to talk to you'

'Please answer the phone'

'Izuku.... please'

'I miss us'

You coughed, throat constricting as you sobbed, hands over your mouth to muffle the screams as you let your frustration and sadness out. Throwing your phone across the room, it shattered with a BANG as it hit one of the pictures, knocking it off the wall.

You stood and walked over, careful of the broken glass. Bending down you saw it was of when you and Izuku attended a holiday party with your friends only about a year ago. You dressed in a cute Santa outfit that showed off your body, and him in a simple Santa hat. You two gazed at eachother with such love though, Mina having snapped the picture when you were caught under the mistletoe. Turning away from the picture was hard. You didn't feel like being mocked knowing you were once happy.

The door opening suddenly made you jump up, heart racing as your lips quivered. Had he finally come home to be with you? Did you finally get through to him?

He truged through the door, shaking off his coat and setting his briefcase down as he took off his shoes. You felt a warmth spread through your body as you scurried over, a small smile making its way to your lips.

"Welcome home~" you chirped, though he only glanced at you. "Yeah thanks," he mumbled, shuffling past you and into the kitchen. "Why is the picture frame broken? Whatever, just throw it out." He decided, his voice echoing across the once again gray household as you stared after him in bewilderment. The first time you've properly seen eachother in weeks it seems, and he just brushed you off.

Gaining some courage you followed him where he scowled into the fridge, "Izuku, I was wondering-" You were cut off by him slamming the fridge shut as he turned to you sharply, "Why is there no food in this house!? All you do all day is sit around. The least you can do is make sure I'm fed when I come home. I expect it. You're married to the Number One Hero, I expect better or I'll find better," he scolded you like a child, his large frame towering over yours as you felt tears prick your waterline as you stared at him hurt and shocked. "I..I" you couldn't even speak you were so distraught. Had it really come down to this? "Whatever, I'm going to bed," he scoffed, grabbing some fruit off the table and left you standing there staring after him.

The second the door shut you slowly sank to your knees, fingers clenching your shirt in pain as you literally felt your heart breaking. Shaking and sputtering as tears flowed from your eyes, sniffling as you could barely breathe.

"Please..let this be a dream," you rasped, the light glinting off your rings that caught your attention. You stared at them. What was the use of promises and whispers of forever when the one who was supposed to share them with you no longer cared? What was the purpose of love when it'd been forever since any act of love or kindness was shown to you from your own husband? Things would never been the same. They couldn't be. Not after the hurt and unknowing he'd put you through.

Trembling as you took off your rings, you clenched them right and bright the fist to your lips. Whispering an apology to yourself, you shouldn't have let this happen. Shouldn't have let it carry on so long.

Standing you walked down the hall to the bedroom you shared with Izuku. A room that was a safe haven, now a dungeon where your worst fears and ugly truths had manifested into reality. Opening the door you were greeted with the sight of Izuku in his pajamas now, hair damp as he'd just gotten out of the shower.

"Izuku," you called, voice still raspy from crying. "What," he turned his gaze into your figure, the only thing you could do was move closer. It felt like sharp needles with every step you took, the weight of that of an Elephan. Holding your hand out, you unfurled your fingers to present your rings. "What are you doing?' He questioned, his eyebrows netted in confusion and annoyance .

Taking in a deep breath, you uttered one line, "Letting go," and that caught his attention. "What the hell are you getting at? Let go of what? There's nothing wrong," you shook your head at his statement. Reaching for his hand, you gently placed the rings inside. "I need to let go of you. I need to let go of this loveless marriage," you smiled weakly, wincing as he lashed out again.

"LOVELESS MARRIAGE!? IN WHAT SENSE DOES THAT MAKE!" You stared at him, a neutral look as you stared him down with a slight glare making him wince back.

"When was the last time we made love? The last time we cuddled or ate together. How long has it been since we simply enjoyed eachother sleeping next to one another?" You clenched your fists to your side, teeth gritted as your frustration came out, "Even the last time you uttered I Love You too me!' You yelled at him, your (e/c) eyes full of tears and pain made eye contact with his own that were blown wide in shock. "Ever since you've gotten that number one spot no one is good enough for you! You're never home! I supported you through it all and yet you pushed me to the side like I didn't matter! I'm sick and tired of trying my best to get beaten down, tired of waiting for a man who no longer wants to be with me or love me," you sobbed, lips quivering as you said your piece.

"(Y-Y/N)," he muttered, reaching out a hand as you flinched away, moving swiftly toward your closet where you grabbed a bag and stuffed important items in them quickly. "W-wait we can talk about this," Izuku stuttered, his whole world crashing down. "There's nothing to talk about, goodbye Izuku, I hope you get everything you ever wanted," you slammed the door shut, leaving Izuku in a world of silence as you left the house. Left his heart.

He felt tears rise into his eyes as he tried to recant the last time it'd been just you two together, but he couldn't think of anything. No recent dinners. No recent cuddles. Hell he couldn't even remeber the last time he spoke to you, actually spoke and didn't yell like he'd done in the kitchen moments before. He whimpered and brought your rings to his mouth like you'd done, his strength suddenly gone as he gave out on the bed, his eyes staring at the ceiling as it all sunk in. "I'm not ready to let go," he cried, tears flowing down his cheeks and onto the blankets as his lips quivered,

"Please come back"

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Thought we'd give Deku a try 😘 Let me know how yall felt about it.