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Hi everyone! Coming out of my accidental MIA. Short explanation, life got leagues better and I don’t use writing as an escape anymore. While I’m happy about that, I miss writing stuff so I’ll probs be relatively active again soon.

Sorry for dropping off the face of the earth 🖤

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I’m gonna cry bc I love Nerd Kiri and they write him so well 🥹😭😭🖤

I’m LIVING FOR AND OBSESSED with nerd Kiri 🥺

Just wanted to pop in and let you know 🥲🖤

waaaahh i'm so glad !!!!! he's so sweet !!! 🥺 every time he passes you in the hallway at work or something and you send him a lil smile, he's having to like. wipe his sweaty palms on his pants akfjsuwjala and he's always in these nice button-ups, but they look like they're one flex of his shoulders away from ripping 🥴🥴 you stalk him on facebook and he has very few photos of himself, more of the pc he built LOL WHAT A LOSER !!!! WHAT A NERD !!!!! I WANNA SHAKE HIM !!!!!

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“Of Course, Love”

Deku x Reader

Minors go tf away pls

Izuku sits at his desk, chin propped upon his fist, counting down the minutes until he can go home. His friends try their best to get him to join for a night of bar hopping almost every weekend but he’s already played that game. There’s nothing of interest out there for him. Bakugo even reaches out a couple times a week but, since the divorce, Izuku just doesn’t want anything to do with the possibility of dating or even hooking up.

Bzzt bzzt

Ignoring the alert from his phone buzzing in his pocket, he stands and gathers his belongings. “See ya next week, Iida!” He chirps as he steps inside the elevator.

Bzzt bzzt

Izuku groans at the idea of being pestered for the next three days about “getting out there” and “doing something instead of moping”. But he’s not moping. He just had the realization that when his actual true love comes into his life, it’ll be swift and unexpected. Not some set up thing or someone he picks up from a bar.

His phone buzzes a third time and finally, he retrieves it from his pocket and scrolls through the notifications.

Y/N retweeted your tweet

Y/N liked your tweet

Y/N replied to your tweet

The elevator doors open and Izuku stands firm, staring down at his phone in confusion, “What…the fuck…” He mutters.

“Uhh, Deku?”

His head snaps up to meet the eyes of his now ex-wife, Uraraka. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he slides past her without a word.

————

You sit on your bed questioning whether that was the opening you should’ve taken when you see the notifications cross the top of your phone.

Deku liked your reply

Deku replied to your tweet

“Oh no fuckin way…” you whisper. Questioning if you should go ahead with your decision, your finger hesitates over ‘send’.

“Fuck it.” Pressing send, you toss your phone onto your bed.

Ding!

Deku is typing…

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” You yell, scrambling to think of a reason for messaging him again just in case he asks.

Ding!

You risk a peek at his message, expecting the worst. “Haven’t talked to you in forever! How’s life treating you?”

Letting out the breath you’ve been holding, you respond, “I mean, not the worst, not the best. You?”

”Got divorced so that’s something, right?”

You smile because, ‘he’s still him’, you think.

“It is!! Also very relatable bc same lol”

Izuku responds instantly, “Oh no way!! Im not going to ask if you’re okay because I know you are. But if you want to hang out, I just got off work. You’re more than welcome to come over.”

You stare at his response much longer than necessary, debating your options. Questioning your motive and resolve, you type, “When do you want me?”

“Always,” he replies.

————

Izuku jumps out of bed to put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and scrambles to pick up his house for you.

Ten minutes later, headlights flood his front windows and you walk up to his door. He can tell you’re nervous by the way you shift from foot to foot. You keep tucking the same strand of hair behind your ear. Checking your phone for phantom notifications.

He thinks you’re cute, the way you’re so obviously trying to play off your nerves. Izuku opens the door, “Y/N! Come in and make yourself comfy. You want some tea? Im making myself some.”

With perfect timing, the tea kettle starts to whistle and he looks back down to you.

“Oh, yeah! Definitely. Thank you so much.”

“Do you mind if I make it for you?”

I know exactly how you like it, please let me

“Of course not. It’s your house, I’m not going to prevent you being a good host.”

“It’s not bitter. I remember you never liked coffee because it was too bitter, right?” He asks.

You try to suppress the blush rising to your cheeks and turn your face away when you fail. “Right, Izu. How do you remember that?”

“I’ve never forgotten a single thing about you, Y/N,” he smiles.

His smile isn’t superficial, it’s not presumptuous, it’s not filled with expectations, it’s just his smile. His beautiful, bright, sparkling smile.

“Same, Deku.”

————

A few drinks and rounds of cards later, you sit at Izuku’s dining room table and can’t stop holding his gaze.

“Ya know, I heard something.”

“Oh yeah, Deku? About what?”

He smirks, “About holding eye contact. If it’s longer than six seconds, you either want to kill or fuck the person.”

Holding his stare, you ask, “And? Are you trying to ask or say something?”

“Which is it?”

“Well, I don’t want to kill you.”

Izuku keeps the contact for a moment longer before looking at his glass and asks, “Do you want another? I’m having one more.”

“Yeah, I’ll have one more with you.”

————

“Ahhh fuck, Deku…” you moan as his finger glides over your clit.

Izuku’s cock twitches in anticipation, “You’re the only one that I’ve ever liked calling me that.”

“Pl-lease…oh god, Izuku…”

He rolls over you, the head of his cock teasing your entrance, “Tell me you want this, baby. Please,” he begs.

“Deku, please…”

Both of you gasping as his dick glides against your walls, he stops.

“Baby. This isn’t what I invited you here for,” Izuku rests his forehead on your shoulder, “If you don’t want this, please tell me.”

“Fuck me, Izuku. Please…”

————

2 years later

Izuku sits, gazing at the sunset in his lawn chair while his daughter splashes and plays in the pool.

“Hey, love?” You call from the house, “Do you want me to bring the speaker out?”

Brought out of his thoughts by your sweet voice, he shouts, “Yeah, baby! Could you bring some water for me and the baby?”

“Of course, love.”

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You take a deep, gasping breath as he fills you.

“Goddamn, baby…you feel so good.”

Panting now while the head of Deku’s dick presses against and glides over your spot for the hundredth time tonight, you moan, “ohhh fuck, daaddyyy…”

“Such a good little cock-sleeve, letting me use you. Good girl, baby,” his hips accentuating every word, “Such a good fuckin girl.”

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Girl I thought you died Wb 😂🥲💜🖤💜🖤

Oh girl. I started a new job, moved in with my boyfriend, and have been going nonstop. I haven’t written anything in so long 😭

I’m really hoping I’ll have some time after I get off work tomorrow night.

How’ve you been?!

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I'm a sucker for a fucked up relationships. It's about that unhinged obsession. Limitless devotion. Love to the point of destruction.

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plot 150 words bed-sharing 200 words smut 800 words projecting my fears, insecurities, and anxieties onto a fictional character 9,356 words fluff 150 words someone who is good at fan fiction please help me budget my WIP, my family is dying

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headcanon that after he debuts as a pro, shouto quickly becomes known for accidentally ruining red carpet photos standing in the background like🧍

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wait i’m so curious to see what other people’s loveprint is

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ⓘ this user just wants princess treatment 🎀

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Izuku has his arm under you as you lie on your back, pulling you closer to him with ease. He always keep his head on your chest, he likes to hear your heart race as his thick digits thrust in and out of your wet cunt.

"I like to watch my fingers disappear in you." He sighs dreamily and it makes your stomach tighten and your heart beat impossibly harder, faster. A small smirk on his lips that you can't see that has him hitting that spongy spot inside of you while his palm slams harder against your puffy lips and clit.

"But I love to watch you cum more. You'll cum for me." It isn't posed as a question, more of a statement because yes you will cum for Izuku. Like you did just a few minutes ago and like you are now, arching you back and throwing you head into your soft pillows as you cry out his name.

You've decided you like when your doe eyed boyfriend that you normally have crying under your red bottom heels takes charge first thing in the morning even if only he wants you to call him a good boy later.

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I died 15 times damn 😭

Help me

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Don’t mind me just reblogging your new post

Sry if it annoys you 😅

You’re more than fine!! I appreciate it so much 🥺🖤🖤

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Dynamy

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dating deku ᥫ᭡. part 1

18+ mdni | pro hero au , fluff, free form, new relationship

midoriya is gorgeous, and that’s a fact.

there’s never been a shortage of interested women, and men for that matter.

he’s had a few high school relationships, and the occasional drunken fling but he’s never spent much time on the dating scene.

now at the tender age of 27 and sitting comfortably in the top 5, he’s decided to place more importance on his social life.

his mom had been pestering him about grandchildren and insisting that he meets her new neighbor. he’s never been one for blind dates but for the sake of his mother he obliges and agrees to come over for a late lunch one afternoon.

what midoriya didn’t expect was someone like you. you were beautiful. inside and out. smart. funny. kind. maybe a little sassy but who doesn’t like a little sass every now and then ?

the two of you exchanged numbers and spent the next few weeks texting each good morning/night , sending memes and you falling asleep on FaceTime while he got ready for his late night shifts.

izuku was actually leaving his agency when you replied to his goodmorning text with “☹️”. he was quick to call you.

“hello”

“everything okay, sweetheart?”

“my car is messing up again, it won’t start”.

“that’s the second time this week, dove”.

“i know, i know. m’gonna be late again and my boss is gonna ye—

“i’m on my way”

“Izuku— you literally just got off and your agency is on the other side of town”.

“doesn’t matter”.

“izu, I’ll be fine—

“see you soon”.

did he use OFA to get to you in less than five minutes? yes. was he ashamed? no.

he ordered an Uber and was sure to walk you in the office himself, even going so far as to explaining the situation to your boss and claiming that it was his fault.

“i hope i didn’t get her into too much trouble?” he drawled, a lazy smile gracing his tired features with his arm around your shoulders. of course your boss fawned over him and said that it was no problem. who could be upset with the symbol of hope ?

he bid you farewell but promised that he’d pick you up at the end of your shift. you insisted that you’d just call an uber but like clockwork izuku arrived at your office on the hour. looking gorgeous in his simple sweats and all might shirt while he chatting at the water cooler with “adoring fans”.

they definitely glared daggers when you finished your work and the greenette walked you out of the building hand in hand towards his sleek black car.

being the gentleman that he is, deku even offered to walk you to your door.

“thank you for today, izu. you really saved me”, you smiled softly, standing on your tip toes to kiss his cheek. he blushed a soft pink but caught your chin to being your lips to his. a sweet chaste kiss. followed by a peck on your nose.

“that’s what heroes are for, dove”.