#reader x villain deku

[maliciouslove]

𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟

NSFW, dark content, aged up characters (21+)

ʚ pairing ɞ scumbag villain!izuku midoriya x morally corrupt hero!reader

ʚ word count ɞ 2.7k

ʚ summary ɞ izuku grew up with all power taken from him, so he became the type of person that enjoys making others feel powerless. nothing feeds his ego more than a cute girl crumbling under his touch and feeling powerless to stop him from sliding his hands all over her body in the packed train. until he meets you—a peculiar, equally fucked in the head girl that actually enjoyed the things he was doing to her. enjoyed the thrill of almost being caught. enjoyed having power taken from her. a debauched, morally corrupt hero in disguise.

ʚ tags ɞ frotteurism (fetish for groping people in crowded places), tw dubcon, tw noncon, tw sexual assault, tw sexual harassment, tw exhibitionism, tw power imbalance, pussy job, public sex, creampie, cw degradation, use of “whore” once

Just like any other child, Izuku Midoriya grew up wanting to be a hero, however, despite his aspirations, the boy never manifested a quirk. Still, he never gave up and never lost hope—that is, until he failed the UA entrance exam and was brutally made fun of by everyone else.

“Look at this loser, thinking he could pass the exam without an actual quirk, what a joke.”

“Jokes are funny, this guy is absolutely pathetic. Go home kid, become a policeman or fireman instead, leave the hero work for those with quirks.”

“Maybe if you take a swan dive off a roof, you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life.”

Some heroes they were going to be.

And that was when his mind started getting corrupt. Izuku went down a different, darker path than the one he had envisioned as a child. He mixed with the wrong people and little by little he shed off his hero dream, discarding it alongside his morals, being perfectly content being a scumbag villain instead.

All power was stripped away from him once the world learned he was quirkless, so he sought ways to make others feel even more powerless than he did. Nothing stroked his ego more than making cute girls squirm and crumble under his touch in paralyzing fear, as his hands wandered over their bodies on a packed train. He enjoyed the way their eyes would shut tightly as if to avoid confronting the reality of their own powerlessness in the situation. The way their bodies stiffened the moment he leaned in closer to take a whiff of their perfume.

Why aren’t you saying anything, pretty girl? You have a quirk, don’t you? That already makes you more qualified than me to be a hero. So why are you letting me touch you? Why are you keeping your eyes shut? Why are you giving me so much power?    

Every little squirm, every hitch of their breath, every shake of their hands, and the way they would hope somebody would notice—it made Izuku feel powerful.

Do you know why you’re weaker than even me, sweetheart? Because you’re waiting for someone else to save you, you’re waiting for a hero.

 That’s how his days went by—hop on the train, find the weakest target, the insecure girls, the quiet ones, the ones whose eyes still sparkled with hope that a big strong hero will always be there to protect them. Once he found his victim, he moved in, ready to prove them wrong—show them how little heroes actually care. Towering over them, he would stare down their cleavage, letting his imagination run wild as his hands slide up the side of their hip. An accidental grind against their ass, a swift trace of his index finger down the inside of their thigh. His ministrations would make his targets shrink even further, the thrill of being found out feeding his power hunger further and making his cock painfully hard in the confinement of his slacks.

It became routine until he was able to pick out the perfect targets with a single glance, until he was able to predict what each girl would do and how everything would play out. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to find someone equally as debauched as him one day.

With your car being in the repair shop for the next week, you had started using public transport to get to work. That of course meant having to travel during peak hours, more often than not finding yourself pressed against strangers, sometimes absolute creeps, and yet some very dark and hidden part of you enjoyed that, the unwanted attention making you buzz with excitement.

And today was no different—you found yourself pushed in the very corner of the train car facing away from the other passengers. A large green-haired man stood right behind you, muscular arm holding onto the ceiling rail as his entire body loomed over your much smaller one.

The train was fully packed and everyone was minding their business— some sleeping, some listening to music, and others glued to their phones. Yet, the man behind you seemed to focus all his attention on you. You could feel his gaze travel down your nape, studying the curvature of your spine, eyes moving downwards to your ass and legs. It felt like prickles on your skin, like an invisible hand stripping you of all your clothes and the thought made you rub your thighs together.

The lack of space forced you both to stand very close to each other, the motions of the train pushing you into his chest every so often. You could tell he was using every opportunity to smell your hair, craning his neck downwards to also look down your shirt. You wonder if he could see what color your bra was, if he could see the lace poking out from under the collar of your shirt.

The train changed tracks again and you found yourself pressed against his chest once more. This time his large hand found purchase on your hip, thumb gently stroking the bit of skin that was showing above the hem of your skirt. In the reflection of the window, you see his green eyes staring into yours, full of lust and hunger. His aura threatening to consume you entirely and for a second, your body filling with fear, a heavy feeling settling in your chest.

You look away, quickly.

Your heart is hammering in your chest and you fear he can hear it, taste the blood that’s currently coursing through your veins.

The train shifts and you can feel his hard cock pressed against your ass, his fingers on your hip tightening their grip. Your body feels paralyzed under his touch.

But not by fear.

Excitement.

You let your body be swayed by the motion of the train, making sure to circle your ass back onto his cock, licking your lips and buzzing with pleasure when your skirt hitches on his bulge, lifting and revealing part of your panties. You take a swift look around to see if anyone is looking your way, but as usual, everyone is consumed in their own thoughts, too absorbed by their own miserable existence to notice anything else.

You’re dragged out of your momentary haze by his breath on your neck.

“What do you think you’re doing there, sweetheart, has your mommy not taught you any better?”

His voice is deep, feigning concern for you while his eyes ooze vile lust and need for control. His presence devours you, it feels like sludge covering you from head to toe, sliding down your throat and filling your lungs with dread, making you unable to talk, unable to even look him in the eye.

His hands move down your hips, hiking your skirt up even further, fingers tracing the delicate lace of your underwear. Your clit is throbbing with anticipation so perfectly masked as fear. For Izuku, your heightened pulse meant paralyzing fear, but only you knew the truth about how this made your blood boil in excitement. How much you wanted him to slide his hands between your legs, to fucking take you right then and there, amidst the people that could see the pleasure blooming on your face any second now.

You faintly hear the unzipping of his slacks and feel the warmth of his cock on your bare skin—it’s thick and heavy against your ass cheek, smearing pre on your skin and panties. You’re feeling dizzy, body going limp in his strong arms as his hand sneaks around your waist and cups your pussy under the frills of your skirt.

For a brief moment, his movements pause as his mind processes what he’s feeling—you’re soaking wet, panties completely drenched, arousal practically dripping down your thighs. He was used to women’s bodies reluctantly reacting to him, but this was rather different. His eyes dart forward, inspecting your features more closely now—your heart was erratic, but not because of crippling fear. He leans in, noticing how blown your pupils are, consuming all the color in your eyes. Lips parted and chest heaving, he finally finds the piece of the puzzle that seemed to be missing, the explanation behind the odd feeling of being unable to predict what his prey will do next—your eyes had the same fragmented madness behind them.

You were just as sick as he was.

Without a second of hesitation, the hand that’s cupping your sex moves your panties to the side, thick and calloused fingers running through your wet folds, spreading your arousal and circling around your clit with tender motions.

A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it—your skin is on fire and your insides are melting under this stranger's touch. You close your eyes in an attempt to compose yourself while the hand on your hip travels up your sides to squeeze your breast, teasing your nipples over the fabric. The green-haired man’s breath is almost as erratic as yours, his hard and leaking cock evidence of how turned on he was by your compliance, by the fact you were actually enjoying being used like this in public.

His cock now rubs between your thighs, his hot skin meeting your sticky one, and your insides beginning to knot just by the thought. You’re letting a complete stranger get off on you. You secretly hope that someone else on the train has noticed and is maybe even enjoying the show.

Your insides are aching for relief so you push yourself against his cock, the mushroom tip spreading and gliding between your folds, clit rubbing against the veins on his shaft.

Holding yourself with one hand by the ceiling rail and slightly lifting yourself onto your tiptoes, feeling the tip of his cock pushing against your entrance. Biting your lip you sink back onto his cock, taking two inches past your entrance, grazing your soft walls. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes you experience every sensation trifold, makes you want to shamelessly grind against him and moan in ecstasy, but you are in public, therefore you compose yourself and relish in the slow feeling of being filled up by this man.

Izuku’s hand grips your waist harder, fucking himself into your tight, greedy cunt, feeling himself being sucked in by your plush walls. You are practically dripping onto his cock, the natural lubrication allowing him to smoothly fully sheathe himself inside you, putting his other hand over your mouth to prevent to moan that was about to escape your lips.

He holds you there, flush against him, the tip of his cock pressing against the deepest, most delicious spot inside you, subtle hip movements rocking you back and forth, the slow motion allowing him to massage that sweet spot he currently finds himself pressed against.

His eyes briefly scan the train cart, confirming that every passenger is still oblivious to what’s going on, continuing to push you off his thick cock, only to slide back in, softly, as though not to make a sound.

He’s big in every sense. His large frame hiding you from any onlookers, big hands easily maneuvering you onto his fat cock, splitting you open and pushing through the resistance of your tight hole. Your body jolts as he stretches you out almost painfully, but every time he thrusts inside you, you see stars in your vision from how deep he was.

You feel snug and warm around Izuku’s cock and he could stay buried inside you forever. He’s never met anyone this fucked up who would let him use them for his own pleasure. In a fully packed train nonetheless. You were sick and twisted just like Izuku, making him relish in the feeling, sensing that you’re not going to cause a scene and opting to let go of your waist in favor of sliding his hand down the front of your pelvis and playing with your puffy clit.

The moment he started drawing soft circles around your sensitive nub he felt your knees give in and your insides clench. God, you were going to come undone for him.

He watches your eyebrows pinch together as you bite your lip, slowly increasing the pace of his thrusts. You look so pretty, trying to keep your pleasure hidden, but shamelessly moving your hips to match his own.

For the first time during this train ride, you look into his eyes and maintain eye contact instead of shyly breaking it off. There is pure sin set ablaze in your eyes, a lustful need, a burning desire that he feels he needs to quench. Just your eyes alone could make Izuku cum on the spot, seductive and debauched, deprived and full of the same madness as his own.

Your eyes beg him, so he obeys.

With one final, rather harsh thrust Izuku buries himself to the hilt, emptying his load deep inside your gummy walls, spurting thick white ropes of cum while nuzzling his face in your neck—committing your scent to memory.

The train slows down as it approaches the next stop and the strange man gently pulls out. Your hands quickly fix your panties and skirt, hiding any evidence of his ministrations. His load slowly trickles down, soiling your panties, and yet the feeling brings you nothing but joy, as if you were currently on cloud nine.

The train comes to a halt, an alarm signaling the opening of the doors blares out.

The mass of people began leaving the train, the tall green-haired man seamlessly blending into the crowd and disappearing.

Avoiding eye contact and swiftly walking past clusters of people, Izuku was assured he was out of danger, turning around the corne—

“Where do you think you’re going, handsome?” You cut off his path and look into his eyes, a smile that didn’t reach your eyes plastered on your lips. “I’m not quite done with you yet.”

“Aw, I don’t think anyone’s ever come for seconds before.” Izuku places his hands in his pockets, giving you a smug smile and shamelessly tracing every curve of your body with his eyes, imagining what you look like without all those pesky clothes on.

“Aw, you know, you’re kinda cute, Izuku Midoriya,” The green-haired man's smile faltered. From the inside pocket of your jacket you pull out a card that he immediately recognizes. A card he was destined to never ever obtain. “Too bad I’m gonna have to arrest you.”

Before his mind could assimilate, you had easily pushed him against the wall with his hands behind his back, placing handcuffs on his wrists.

“Y-You can’t arrest me, you whore, you literally let me fuck you, what kind of hero are you?” He spits out in shock, words laced with venom, growling in attempting to shake you off, even though panic rises in his throat like bile. “You’re no fucking hero, you’re just like me.”

“Mm, I  probably am… but see, I have a quirk so I can get away with being a morally corrupt hero.” The words spoken in a sickly sweet voice rang in his ears, deafening, despite being whispered, meant only for his ears to hear.

Izuku opens his mouth to argue, to threaten to expose you, but you shush him with an index finger over his lips.

“Don’t bother, who do you think they are going to believe? A pro-hero with a quirk and a squeaky clean record, or a quirkless scumbag that we have hundreds of reports on for sexual harassment and assault?”

With no affection or remorse you yank him by the hair and lick the shell of his ear.

“I had fun, Izuku. Find me when you get out of jail.” You place a final feather light kiss to his cheek and lead him through the crowds to bring him into the nearest precinct.

No man would ever make you feel as alive and exhilarated as he did, the memory of what you did being something you often revisit when you get yourself off late into the night after patrol, thinking of his villainous green eyes, while your words would haunt Izuku and play on a loop each night as he plotted ways to find you once he had served his time.

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[gglitch1dd]

I can imagine villain Deku and reader meeting at a hero Galla and they meet and Deku and reader dance around the ball room omg I love him so much!!!

Angel

Villain Midoriya Izuku X Hero Fem Reader

I loved writing this. Lowkey cute. Warning: Small Bakugou x Reader

You watched as couples danced on the dance floor as you stood on the sidelines silently watching. You pulled on a smile at everyone enjoying yourself and you were enjoying yourself. The mascaraed gala was a charity event, one that kept most people guessing on who on earth they were dancing with, although for certain individuals it was easier to tell than others.

For starters, you could identify ProHero Dynamight with your eyes closed. With his attitude and loud voice, it wasn't that hard to tell who was behind the mask. However, it was interesting seeing how nice he could clean up. It was better than you thought. His hair slicked back and crimson eyes looked almost deadly in a black mask that suited his black suit.

However, with other heroes it wasn't so obvious. For starters there was a large man, built like a tank but his hair was a dark black that cascaded down his back. You wondered who on earth he was, with such candy apple eyes. He seemed rather illusive with only low chuckles and conversations. You were guessing it might have been ProHero RedRiot, but his hair wasn't black.

You surveyed the area, trying to see whose identity you could figure out.

"Got any guesses?" You turned your head at the voice that spoke to you.

Standing with a glass of champagne in hand was a man you didn't recognize. He had dark hair, nearly black but with the glow of the light you could catch a touch of green. Freckles littered his cheeks and body, with four prominent ones on each cheek. He was a large man with a build that clearly showed that he was fit. He was dressed in a suit that fitted him beyond words. However it was his eyes, that left you speechless.

Green. Vivid green. They were a swirling pool of poison just pulling you in, trying to corrupt you. You weren't sure who this man was but you couldn't look away from him and he had only asked you a single question.

You blinked before finally regaining your thoughts. "Hm?" You asked.

He chuckled before motioning in the direction you were looking at. "Have any guesses as to who's who?" He asked as he leaned down closer to you.

You chuckled but nodded. "Only some. We all know who's Dynamight."

He let out a hum. "I don't think he was even trying." The sentiment made to laugh but you couldn't deny that.

You motioned to someone else. "That one is ProHero Pinky."

"Considering she's the only pink woman I know, it makes sense." He shrugged.

"The person she's talking to should be Cellophane."

"The elbows were a dead giveaway."

You giggled as you turned to look up at the man beside who. You tilted your head in wonder. "I don't think we've ever met before."

He nodded his head almost definitely. "We have." He told you honestly.

You tilted your head confused. You don't remember ever seeing this man before nor talking to him in the slightest. "We have?" You asked. Maybe he was a lower rank hero you had worked on a big mission before.

"Yes." He nodded frankly. "I distinctly remember. I think..." He started to think back. "I was the man of your dreams."

You rolled your eyes with an amused chuckle. "Oh wow. Good one." That brought a broad grin to his face, revealing sharp white canines to company a dazzling smile.

"You might know me," He shrugged, "But I know a lot about you." He motioned over to you. "Everyone knows about the Commission's beautiful and..." you noticed his eyes dance down your figure, your dress hugging every curve, muscle and trace of your body. You felt your stomach tighten into knots. "Ravishing Angel."

YN- Quirk: Angel. YN has the ability to sprout Angel wings from her back and provide healing and enhancing abilities to all those within her range.

You felt your face heat up as you turned away from him. "My quirk is nothing fantastic."

"Oh no, but it is." He nodded sincerely as he put a hand to your chin. Slowly he turned you to face up at him. His eyes seemed to bare into your soul, almost as if he could touch your heart and hold it in his hand. "It's absolutely extraordinary. You are absolutely extraordinary." He breathed out heavily making you glance down at his pink lips before looking back up at him. "I mean... a quirk like that is a gold mine. I do wonder, does sprouting your wings hurt you? It would be very interesting if it did, considering when they come out they seem to slip out from your skin. Are they always there, just hidden? What were your parents quirks to result in yours. And your enhancing powers, do they just enhance the quirk or the person as well? It would be very interesting if it did both and-"

You watched with wide eyes as this man started to talk a mile a minute. His analysis and wonder about your quirk was honestly rather interesting to hear. Hearing just how much he was interested in it but also how much he had noticed. It was like hearing an anlysis of your being.

You let out a giggle, finding him rather cute the way he just started rambling like that.

The green haired man paused but let out a chuckle as a small blush went over his cheeks underneath the white mask he wore on his face. "Sorry I tend to ramble." He apologised with a bow.

You shook your head. "No it's fine. I like it." You told him honestly as you stared up at him. "I'd love to answer your questions some time, actually." You let out open endedly.

You watched his eyebrows twitch before a smirk pulled onto his lips. "Really?" You nodded your head. His eyes seemed to darken, almost turning lethal enough to make your legs quiver. You weren't sure what was wrong with you today. "I'd love that." He put down his champagne glass on a tray of a waiter who passed behind him, shocking you at how perceptive he was. He moved to put his large scarred hand on the curve of your back. "Dance with me?" He asked lowly, close to your ear.

You sucked in a breath at the close proximity but you nodded your head. With a smirk against your ear, he pulled you towards the dance floor just as the next song was about to start. He pulled you right against him, keeping one hand on your hip while the other consumed your smaller hand in his larger one. The both of you began to dance.

You let him lead you on the dancefloor with other couples, the both of you moving in stride as you moved step by step. His steps were definite and calculated and somehow he managed to stir you away from all the other couples but he only kept his eyes on you.

He was downright intoxicating and you felt like you couldn't breathe with how close the both of you are. You wondered who on earth was he? Did he work for the commission? Was he another hero? A reporter? A higher ranking police officer or government official? A politician? You couldn't find a single name that fit his profile but you couldn't seem to care as you both glided together.

You felt so small in his embrace, his large hands holding you and basically moving you along with him, allowing you the pleasure of not thinking as you both moved in tandem.

"I must say, you are far too pretty to be working as a hero." He told you with a gentle smile.

"Oh?"

He nodded as he swept you to the left away from onlookers as you continued to move together. "Far. You're too perfect for this crowd. Don't you think, angel?" He asked. You felt his hand move up your spine, the feeling of his calloused fingers on your skin making you shiver with a gasp. "How has no one swept you off your feet?"

"I..." You didn't really have an answer for that. You shrugged. "I guess I'm a better friend than lover." You answered.

"I don't think so, angel." He dipped his head down closer to your ear, his lips brushing against it. "You look like an excellent lover." He pulled you closer to him making you have to stifle a whine. He grinned against your ear. A deep chuckle rumbled out of his lips as he grinned, a deep growl leaving his lips. "Absolutely devine."

"ANGEL, Step away from the villain!" The music had stopped playing, you finally noticed. At the shout, suddenly you stopped dancing as you turned to look at Dynamight who had his eyes locked on you and the man you were dancing with. He looked absolutely enraged and so did other heroes that seemed to now surround you.

You looked at him confused. "Villain? What-"

"You know Kacchan, I find it very rude that you interrupted my dance." The man you were dancing with said with a frown. "I was having such a nice time and-"

"Get your slimy fucking hands off of her!" He shouted.

You watched the green eyed man frown. Suddenly, you saw electricity cross his eyes as he frowned. "You know... cursing in front of a lady is rude Kacchan. Did your mother not teach you any manners?" He asked as he moved a hand up to take off his mask. "I guess not, considering you are still as horrid as you were ten years ago."

At the drop of his mask you felt all the air get sucked out of you. You stilled in fear as you realised who it was you were dancing with.

At the look of realisation in your eyes, you watched him smirk. "Remember me now, angel?" He asked with a low chuckle as he bowed and took your hand. "It was an honour to dance with you. I'll be seeing you very soon. You have to do good on the promise you made me."

"DEKU-"

"I'M SPEAKING!" You watched his hair turn white as electricity surrounded both him and you as he shouted at Dyanmight. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry you had to see that, angel. Unfortunately, I have to leave. It seems I have overstayed my welcome."

With a flash of light, he was gone, disappeared into the night with only the doors to the hall left opened and his mask left on the floor.

A growl came out of dynamight as he ripped his mask off his face and looked to sidekicks that had entered the building. "Get Angel to the bunker in the Commission Headquarters immediately!" He shouted. "I want every hero on patrol in the area on the look out! We can't let him get away!" He barked.

At that, suddenly the evening was over as everyone seemed to be rushing. However walking over to you was said Dynamight. The angry looking blond held a scowl to his face as he approached you. His large imposing figure, packed with muscle yet grace reached you.

"Are you alright?" He managed to ask, softer than you expected from him.

You hesitated as you looked down at the mask that Deku had left. At the sight of it, Dynamight scowled and stepped on it. "We'll keep you safe, he won't lay a hand on you." You felt one of his hands move to the small of your back, pulling you a bit closer to him in possession.

You still couldn't get over the fact that you had just danced with an S-Ranking villain.

Deku.

-Glitch1d

[frickingnerd]

being in a love triangle with villain!izuku and hero!katsuki

pairing: izuku midoriya x gn!reader x katsuki bakugou

tags: hero reader, villain deku, friends to enemies

the first time izuku noticed you was when he and the league of villains attacked class 1A at USJ

that day he saw you on bakugou's side and noticed how protective the blonde boy was of you

izuku's cruel middle school bully was now so sweet towards you and izuku knew that this could only mean one thing

katsuki bakugou was in love with you!

since you were important to katsuki, izuku started to target you, attempting to kill you in front of katsuki's eyes, while the blonde boy desperately tried to save you

but by the end of that day, izuku couldn't deny that you had peaked his interest

he watched you perform during the sports festival, only growing more and more infatuated with you

he wanted nothing more than to steal you away from katsuki!

during the training summer camp the league of villains attacked the students and izuku finally managed to get his hands on you!

both you and katsuki ended up being taken hostage by him

izuku was treating you so gently, while katsuki got one beating after another by the league members

izuku ended up confessing his feelings for you

he told you about what a horrible person katsuki bakugou really was and tried to persuade you to join him and the league of villains instead

you had a hard time believing what he was telling you about katsuki, but eventually you realized that not a single word of what izuku had told you was a lie

despite that, you still believed in the good with katsuki! you were clinging onto the hope that katsuki was able to change for the better

after katsuki and you were saved by the heroes, you started to grow closer to him

now that you knew all about his ugly past there was nothing he had to hide from you anymore

in a way, izuku had only brought the two of you closer by telling you about it

you knew what katsuki had done was horrible, but you wanted to see him change

because everyone was able to change! and that included katsuki. and izuku

you hadn't given up on izuku yet and every time you crossed paths with him, you tried to remind him of his dream of becoming a hero

the more time you spent with the two boys, the more they changed for the better

and despite their relationship to each other slowly improving, none of them were willing to just give up on you…

[shiggybrainr0t]

the symbol of peace just saw my panties?!

warnings: one creep, reader wears panties but is otherwise gn, not really edited very well probably

you’re standing in your underwear and a big T-shirt outside you’re apartment building in the middle of December with every single other person that lives in the building.

you were rudely awakened by the fire alarm going off in the building loudly, and after jumping five feet in the air and realizing that no, you didn’t dream it, you jump up to start pulling on pants. soon after however, you heard the night clerk pounding on doors telling everyone to evacuate quickly because there was a fire on the fifth floor. you got tangled in the left leg, and were hopping around before the clerk got to your door. his urgency spurred you on out the door, barely having the mind to put your slippers on as you fled. so here you are, pantless, shifting from leg to leg in what you used to deem your pajamas.

your arms are crossed tightly across your chest, trying to keep what little modesty you had left. it seems you weren’t doing that great of a job as the creepy guy from 4B was leering at you openly.

you were just about to yell at him-what were you going to say? probably a slur of curse words and how you could kick his ass even in your panties- when a thick blanket was suddenly draped around you and large, scarred hands where on your shoulders.

turning around quickly, you were shocked to see the symbol of peace smiling down at you gently. deku was clad in his hero suit, and was big. like, really big. you had only ever seen him on tv, so you never realized just how big he actually was. you don’t know how the boy you watched on television during his first sports festival became this hunk of a man. he also smelled really good. kind of woodsy, and all cozy home baked cookies in a cute tin.

as you were gawking at him, mouth hanging open a little, deku shifted a little to block you from the 4B creep’s line of sight. he pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, and gave you another smile as he patted your shoulders gently.

“are you alright?”

his voice was smooth, and soft. not too deep but not high pitched either. you think to yourself that anyone would be calmed whenever he was talking to them. you always had thought he had a nice voice whenever you heard him in the television, but in person it was even smoother and softer. blinking out of your stupor, you nod quickly, before gasping in horror. the rising hero deku, who on the fast track at becoming number one, has seen you in your panties.

deku smiles at you again (that famous blinding smile that before tonight you had never seen in person) before stating “don’t be embarrassed! this isn’t the first time I’ve seen someone in their underwear.”

you can only blink at him in surprise, and it dawns on him what his statement implies as he looks at your expression.

“no- wait not like that, well I mean-“

he stops his stumbling whenever you have to muffle your laughter. his grin turns shy, and he brings a hand up to rub the back of his neck.

“um, anyway. the fire was just a toaster, everything is fine. you should be able to go back inside soon.”

your relief is palpable, and deku gives you one last grin before waving at you and walking away. you watch as he approaches 4B creep, the guy’s eyes widening drastically at whatever look deku gives him, and swings his arm around 4B’s shoulders and starts waking towards the edge of the crowd. deku turns to look at you one last time over his shoulder, giving you a wink.

[izukuisbaby]

Can I request when reader meets Izuku’s mom? Mama Midoriya is so sweet

⊹˚.⋆ MEETING INKO AS IZUKU'S PARTNER - MY HERO ACADEMIA

℘. flora's notes : absolutely anon, mama midoriya loves u

℘. female, gn, male reader xx

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℘. izuku was soooo anxious, this was an important step in your relationship, maybe the most important after proposing to you (which he is planning on doing)

℘. inko has such great taste when it comes to decoration, you feel immediately at home because everything is so cosy and so warm

℘. she checked with izu at least 3 times for the food, she wanted to please you so she made your fav 🥰

℘. inko is the type of mom who will show you the family photo album

℘. you three sitting on the couch, izu beside you and inko next to you

℘. "Look at izuku's cute little baby butt there, y/n !"

℘. not to state the obvious but izu is 100% as red as a tomato

℘. INKO LOVES YOU, she never thought izu would get a partner because he's sooo socially anxious

℘. i feel like inko is great at sewing, izu visits her before or after his shifts and she gives him little piece of clothing for you

℘. custom made gloves, dresses, suits, skirts, trousers... half of your wardrobe is made by her, and she perfectly respects your personal style, she doesn't make those grandma looking clothes no. INKO IS A MOTHER WHO KNOWS.

℘. she's the first to know about izu's proposal and already starts making the wedding dress/wedding suit. izu was close to tears

℘. she often texts you after izu's visits. everytime he goes, he talks about you and how amazing you are and she just sends a text like

℘. "izuku visited today, you two were made for each other. i am always worried about my son but knowing that he comes home to you relieves me. i see how much you love and care for him. you're a good person y/n, see you soon💓"

℘. she's just the best mother in law 🥲🥲

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[animensfw-smut]

Dom! Villain! Deku x Civilian! Little sister! Reader

This was requested by @annachiara15

Can I please have an incest between a dominant villain deku and the little sister who is a civillian, where he captures and then make her his. Also the sister is innocent and a virgin. And she is scared of him.

Of course! Thanks for requesting!

INCEST: DON’T LIKE THEN DON’T READ AND DON’T COMMENT.

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, noncon/dubcon, incest, manipulation, oral, dry humping, overstimulation (mentioned), slight mentions of dacryphilia, breeding kink.

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*Second pov*

“Shh, it’s alright...” Gloved hands covered your mouth, and you would have been at ease with the familiar smile of your brother if only you weren’t in this situation. Your sobs and sniffles made your whole body tremble.

You had just woken up from being knocked out in an alleyway. It was your own fault for not noticing since you were so worried as to where your brother had disappeared to for the past few days. 

“N-Nii-san... Wh-What am I d-doing here?” It was dark, and the room was filled with nothing apart from the chair you were currently sat on. His fingers caressed your cheek, tilting your head to slot his lips against yours. The sensation was so strange to you, you backed away, afraid of what was happening. He doesn’t let you go. His hand presses against the back of your head, pressing your lips to his as he shoved his tongue down your throat. New tears welled up in your eyes. You didn’t know what was going on, you couldn’t even move because of the ropes binding you to the chair. You let out muffled noises of protest before he moved away, a satisfied smirk gracing Izuku’s features, a trail of saliva connecting your lips together. 

“Such a good imouto... Let nii-san do whatever he wants with you, okay?” You shook your head, trying to move away from him.

“Y-You’re not nii-san...!” His eyes widened with fake hurt as he pouted,

“Oh, but how can I not be?”

“Nii-san d-doesn’t do weird things like you!” He started to kiss down your neck, sucking on the supple flesh, whispering,

“But imouto, this is how we’re meant to show love~” Your brows furrowed,

“S-Show love? Y-You do this to... Show love...” Izuku smirked; he knew how easy it was for him to persuade you. His teeth grazed your skin, nibbling on the hickey he created. Izuku’s thumb pressed down on your bottom lip, rubbing it gently,

“Yes, imouto. Will you show your dear nii-san how much you love him?” Hesitantly, you nodded, already forgetting the ropes restricting your movements. You missed Izuku so much that nothing else mattered in the moment. Something like triumph passed over his gaze as he removed the shorts you had on, leaving them hanging around your ankles. 

Izuku widened your legs, his expression filled with lust and desire; he could finally make you his. His tongue stuck out, licking up your cunt through the underwear. You shivered, trying to close your legs,

“N-Nii-san... It’s... Y-You can’t lick there...!” He was amused by how innocent you were, moving the fabric to the aside before dipping his tongue into your opening. Without even knowing, your pussy was drenched with juices, a squelching sound made each time Izuku thrusted his tongue into your cunt. 

Your eyes closed, the sensation was too much for you to handle. Involuntarily, your hips rolled to meet with the thrusts of his tongue. Your mind was blank, only focused on the way his tongue filled you up; massaging your insides and pressing against your walls. You couldn’t help the noises coming from your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Izuku inserted a finger into your cunt, his thumb rubbing and pressing on your clit.

“N-No... T-Too much...!” Your fingers gripped the rope binding your body, your toes curling as something unraveled itself in your stomach. Frozen in shock and embarrassment, you looked towards Izuku who looked like he was covered in your piss.

“I-I’m sorry, nii-san...!” Izuku gave you a fond smile, enjoying how cute you were. Did you seriously think you pissed on him?

“It’s alright, imouto. Look, it’s not what you think it is. It’s something called cum.” He licked his lips, the sight somehow making your walls clench around nothing. Izuku noticed, his excitement showing in the way his cock throbbed in his pants,

“Liked that, did you?” His fingers undid the ropes binding you, your form collapsing as your body acknowledged you had just experienced your very first orgasm. Izuku caught you in his arms bridal-style, leaving the room behind as he walked to his own room. 

His foot closed the door behind him as he placed you on his bed, his mouth immediately finding yours. Your small moans were swallowed by his lips as his bulge rubbed against your naked cunt. The feeling sent pleasurable shivers all over your body making your legs wrap around his waist.

“I-It feels g-good...” You mumbled out as your pressed him closer to you. His humping drove you crazy, the friction making moans slip out of your mouth. 

“Do you want to feel even better, my dear imouto?” He whispered near your ear, licking the lobe. Your mind was only filled with the pleasure he gave you, craving for it even more. You nodded, breathless, as your hips tried to match the pace that Izuku set. A grin stretched across his face as he slowly moved away from you; a string of your arousal connecting to his damp trousers, a black spot forming where he had just thrusted into you. 

“Look at how wet you are~ This is how much you love your nii-san, right?”

“Y-Yes...! Love you, nii-san!” He chuckled at your cuteness, removing your shirt before dragging his pants down to reveal his throbbing cock. He stroked himself, watching at the sight before him: your needy expression, begging to be filled by your dear older brother. Hah, it almost made him cum on the spot. 

His fingers dug into your plush thighs, lining his cock with your entrance. Your arms looped around his neck, your legs wrapping around his waist once again. Slowly, he entered you, the stretch making you whimper, your nails digging into his back. 

“N-Nii-san... It h-hurts...!” He shushed you, claiming your lips once again to divert your attention. His tongue stroked yours, diving deep into your mouth. A low groan escaped his throat when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes. How could you look so pretty even when you’re crying?

He stilled for a bit, letting you get used to his size. He didn’t want to hurt you, you were his precious imouto after all. Once your breathing had calmed, he started to thrust inside you, filling you to the brim, only to leave you feeling empty right after.

Your thoughts were hazy, consumed by the pleasure of Izuku being buried deep inside of you. The way your ankles made him not able to fully pull away from you drove Izuku crazy. He loved the way you unconsciously wanted him to be as physically near you as possible. 

His cock dragged along your walls, the tip hitting your cervix each time he decided to fill you up to the brim. The apparent veins on his cock stroked your g-spot each time, making your toes curl and your walls squeeze around him. Groans and moans constantly filled the room. Izuku’s thumb toyed with your clit, putting pressure and rubbing circles to make you clench even tighter around his cock. 

“Your moans are the best, imouto~ Only nii-san can make you feel this good, yeah?” His tongue licked down the valley of your breasts, his lips sucking on your nipple after. 

“O-Only nii-san!” Your body moved up his bed with every thrust, every part of your body tangled with his. You let out an especially loud moan, releasing your cum, and coating his cock with your warm fluid.

“Nngh... So warm...” He revelled in the sensation, pouring his cum into you. He continued fucking you, his cum entering the deepest parts of you,

“Gonna fill you up with my babies, yeah? Show you how much nii-san loves you, you like that?” Your mind couldn’t register what he was saying, only nodding as he continued to abuse your overstimulated cunt. You felt warm inside as he continued to fuck you with his cock. 

He flipped you onto your side, grabbing one of your legs and putting it over your shoulder. You could feel him penetrating you again, this position allowing him to enter at a deeper angle. 

“Fuck~ You feel so good wrapped around me~” He couldn’t stop moving his hips. Once he had a taste of you, he could never have enough. 

Position after position, he cummed inside you, the cum overflowing and spilling out onto his sheets. 

“N-No more... N-Nii-san...!” You cried out, feeling full from the cum he spilled inside you. He pushed your knees towards your head, his face coming closer to yours as his cock continued to pound into your dripping and messy cunt. 

“But don’t you love your nii-san?” His pout made you whimper,

“I do...!”

“Good, then let’s continue.”

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A/N

I hope you all liked this! Sorry for not uploading for over a month! I just didn’t want to write lol because I was being lazy.

Anyway, thank you for everyone’s support!

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“It's fine if you want to take me or whatever just let me grab my stuff.”  | Yandere Villain Deku

The villain stood in shocked silence as you moved about the little apartment packing away your things. He had been frequenting your place since he had arrived in (y/c) just a way to mess with your mind before ultimately burning the entire apartment building. But even after seeing him and his minions lounging around your room you just shrugged before going on with your life. The only time you ever spoke up outright was when one of his compatriots ate the last of your ice cream. 

“You ate it all?”

You were more tired than normal not even giving the usual ‘I’m home’ before heading straight for the fridge. At that moment his minion walked out with an empty carton in hand with the remnants around his mouth. That was the first time you exhibited any ounce of violence before and while it certainly wasn’t anywhere near Deku’s methods, he still found it intriguing how easily you threatened him to get more ice cream or else you’d castrate him. 

Since then everything you did enamored him, accepting money he most definitely stole to pay for meals. Even cook bigger meals when he supplied the means or indulging in your hobbies more often. Passionately gushing to him when he asked a simple question. 

“Sorry about that, I usually don’t talk to a lot of people about the stuff I like…no one’s ever interested.”

The villain found himself fighting thoughts of you away as he demolished the top heroes of your country. ‘I wonder if they’d like a cake from this bakery, of course before I destroy it.’ And as the days dwindle closer to the date he planned to leave (y/c), he decided he would take you. He originally told his minions to let him go alone this time because he wanted this to be intimate. After all, it's the last time you two would ever be apart for so long! Armed with a single syringe of a sleeping dose, he expected you to refute, but of course you surprised him again and you willingly are packing your stuff. He’ll text his buddies to bring the airship (yes, he has one) even closer to move all your stuff. 

“But this armoire has been through a lot with me!”

“I know Dolly but it's just too big…same goes for that potrait.”

“No but he’s my favorite character from–”

“It’s awfully rude of you to hold onto a slither of your past flings especially in front of your new husband!”

“Uuuugh fine I’m taking these posters then.”

You come so willingly Deku is on cloud 9 for the rest of the week you just moved right in when he stuck you in his fancy lair

The only time he ever saw any hesitation from you is when he dances along the line of your autonomy.

“Hey uh Izu?”

“Yes, Dollface?”

“Do you know where the knives are? I’m trying to make something for lunch.”

Hearing the underlying tones of frustration in your voice the villain abandoned his paperwork to properly handle this. You weren’t a secret powerhouse but your typical lack of response gave such an impression. Deserving his full attention he came up behind you holding you by your waist as you dug through various drawers and cabinets. 

He was intent on handling this…fixation of yours. Call it a small experiment but he wanted to see how much he could have of you. How much he could get away with someone as agreeable as you. He wanted to own all of you and your will was something he would have had no qualms trampling but this was you. It was your will that intrigued him so much in the first place. So he decided he’d be lenient especially as your worried questioning dissolves into a scowl as he answers your question. 

“I’ve taken all the knives away. Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself on something so sharp.”

A tingle of excitement came as you took up that threatening stance, glaring at him as you made your case.

“Too sharp!? I’ve been using knives for this long. I don't need you to get in the way.”

“In the way of what baby doll?”

He tries to simply ask but it comes out as mocking. He just couldn’t help it, you were so agreeable he always wondered what cute faces you’d make if you rebelled against him. It was almost worth instigating your first fight with him. 

“Of my cooking. Of my food. I don’t really care about much else but this is mine.” 

“...”

His jealousy spiked, for an activity no less. It made him want to withhold it from you even longer but your unwillingness to back down would make things harder for him. So he sighed, summoning some tears as he clutched onto you. Tucking his head into your neck as he whined.

“Awww but Baby I only want you to be safe! That’s why I brought you here, won't you trust me?”

“I’ll trust you when you trust me!” 

“But I do trust you, Love. Won’t you indulge me a little.” 

He tried to sweeten the offer by planting kisses on all of your exposed skin. Holding him away with a single hand you glared at him down.

“I’ll indulge you if you cut up the stuff I want with your dagger you like so much.”

He had to calm the demonic smile that threatened to stretch across his face. So eager, so final. Perhaps in another world you would have been the hero. He would live through a constant game of cat and mouse. But this was reality and he knew that he’d rather drink in your domestic agreeability before picking this fight with you. Letting you reach into his vest jacket before guiding his hand along he relished in your presence. 

“Oh, (Y/n)-doll. Only you could do this to me! Just keep letting me in okay?! I doubt you’d like me if you didn’t.”

[imagination-mess]

Villain Deku X Fem!Reader

*Implied sexual activities*

The thought of Midoriya is realizing how hard he has fallen for you despite being the one who make the rule of no-strings-attached on having sex years ago, It doesn’t help that his son sees you as his mother, but aren't blood-related. It pulls his cold-blooded heartstrings at seeing the sight.

Tsukaka always follows you around like a duckling whenever he wasn't at the base since a toddler.

Even though, you were a terrifying person could be evil like them. You were fairly patient with his son who would ramble off about his interest. A habit that the boy has gotten from him knows could be irritating to others. Surprisingly, you listen and ask him questions about what he had said, showing you were listening to him. 

Tsukasa loves you so much that he asked for his 8th birthday. A gift that wasn’t for him, but for you. A quirk that will prevent you from dying. He knows the reason why because there was an incident that could have killed you. You took a blow for Midoriya when he was beyond exhausted and claimed “Tsukasa still needs his father.” behind your actions. You are risking your life for him. 

You love him as much as his son does. More often than not, if Tsukasa wasn't in trouble, he was with you regardless of what you are doing. 

[gglitch1dd]

Adrenaline Lust

Villain Midoriya Izuku x AFAB Reader

Based off of THIS POST/REQUEST I got for villain Deku.

Villain Deku and you have just escaped the police and heroes but not without having to drop bodies on the way. But as you try to catch your breath, your darling lover can't get his eyes off of you.

Note: TW:blood, mentions of murder and death of heroes, no explicit description of killing, NSFW, SMUT. Reader is AFAB. Pretty sure Izuku has a blood kink. Basically Izuku getting horny over Reader fighting with him.

You had just gotten away from the police and heroes. You checked outside the apartment you were in, the door locked and the windows shut with the curtains drawn. You were on edge since you had escaped from the heroes. They were high and right on your trail. You had no idea how you both managed to escape or how you got found out initially. It was supposed to be a simple mission. Go in, get information off the computer and get out. Yet here the both of you were. You assumed Midoriya and you had been betrayed, which seemed like the most obvious choice.

Midoriya was on the couch as he caught his breath. He had a huge battle with Dynamight, the two of them always going neck to neck against each other. It was exhausting but exhilarating. It always left his heart beating out of his chest and him wanting more. It made him feel like his blood was pumping and it was. With adrenaline going through his veins he felt the same chilling rush he felt through his deeds.

His men would be here soon to collect you and no doubt the heroes went some other way by now. It was all just a matter of time by waiting.

You sighed seeing that everything was clear, the both of you were fine and nothing was to worry about. You didn’t know who’s apartment this was, by the looks of it, it was a show apartment so it had nothing in it at the moment other than the few basic furniture and the lights on. Midoriya watched you with his dark eyes, watching your every move intensely. The blood splattered on your body from the heroes you had to get through had stained your clothes and dotted your skin. You never hesitated when it came to the both of your safety. You never hesitated when it came to him. He couldn’t get the image out of his head. The image of you using your quirk to fend them off, a gun in your dominant hand as you had the same look in his eyes that showed how little you cared about spilling the blood of heroes that falsely claimed themselves for justice.

Just the thought of you, the memory of you, the visual of you behind his eyes made his cock start to stir in his pants. He closed his eyes for a moment trying not to think about it but you were just too delicious, too perfect for him not to think about it.

At the sight of him moving, you turned your attention back to him. You walked over to him worriedly. You crouched down in front of him, a hand on him as you looked over the cuts and bloody spot on him. “You alright, Izuku?” You asked as you continued to make sure he was okay.

Midoriya watched you without much of a word. Even when worrying about him, after taken hero lives and being the crazed villain he knew you to be. You still cared for him. You still looked at him with those eyes of yours that he fell in love with. He stood up with a sigh, his head down low.

“Izuku ar-”

His lips were on yours before you could even speak a full sentence. You let out a hum in surprise, before softening your shoulders and letting him kiss you. Midoriya let out a stuttered breath. Oh God, he loved the taste of you on his lips and he wanted more. He wrapped his arms around you as he pushed you against the opposite wall in urgency, lifting you up so that your legs were wrapped around him. His lips dancing against yours as his hands groped at your body. You gasped at the urgency in his actions as he moved his lips to your neck with a bite.

You groaned out into the air. “Izuku…” You let out with a gasp. He groaned as he rutted against you, his mouth moving down to your neck and your shoulder. His hands gripped your shirt and ripped it open with little to no thought on consequences. He was aching for you. He needed you and just the taste of the slight sweat against your skin and just the smell of you was making him go feral. He slipped his shirt off before, biting down on the space between your neck and shoulder. You cried out with a yelp as his other hand had already found itself in your underwear.

“I’m… I’m so sorry for the rush, dumpling.” He murmured against your skin. You whimpered at the feeling of one of fingers entering you without warning. He grinned as he kept his head in the crook of your neck, his canines shining with a hint of red from your neck. “I can’t help it when you look so delicious.” He whispered with a slight growl at the ends.

You wrapped your arms around him as you were pudding in his hands. His thick fingers making work of stretching you out and spreading you across his fingers. You let him do as he pleased, submitting your body to his wondering hands, curling fingers, and cruel bites that left you crying out for more. The pain he caused brought pleasure with it, leaving you gasping for more.

Midoriya was aching for you. His mind only focusing on the fact that his pants were way too tight and your sex wasn’t wrapped around his cock yet. You were quivering on his fingers, your sex gripping his fingers in a vice grip as he tried to stretch you out, out of mercy for you. However, he was only so patient and with the way you were looking at him, so needy so breathless, crying out his name like he was so much greater than you, he couldn’t stop himself.

He had you pinned against the wall with one hand holding you up, the other undid his belt. You didn’t have to wait long with his fingers removed from inside you before you felt the tip of his cock pushing through. You gasped with a whine as he pushed himself in, slowly. The only slow moment of this whole exchange.

You closed your eyes as you leaned back against the wall, enjoying the feeling of him stretching you out. Midoriya was biting his bottom lip, already pussy drunk off of you. You felt so damn good around him, it felt like he was being blessed by some sort of higher power because there was no way that you were all his. You both let out a breath the moment he was inside of you. You both took a moment, enjoying the feeling before Midoriya moved your head up to look at him. He gently kissed your lips, something precious and intimate he wanted to communicate to you. You smiled.

No matter how needy he was, he always made sure to show how he truly cared about you.

Which was great because he started to pound into you like he hated you. You loved when he was like this, borderline crazy for you. When blood was pumping through his veins, electricity sparked around his body and moans spilled from his lips as he praised you for doing so well at being his pretty little cocksleeve. Your nails scrapped down his back as you cried out into the air, mewling at how well he always pleasured you. How he could always use when well aimed thrust, a good bite and his fingers finding their way to your clit to make you scream for more. He just knew your body that well.

And who could blame him.

When you nearly sacrificed your life for him every day, he had to reward you.

-Glitch1d

<Izuku Midoriya Masterlist>

[neaxsfiction]

How the mha characters would react when their s/o gets hurt in a fight? (U can chose which characters) ❤️

Hello! Sorry this took so long, I was a bit busy with my personal life. Imma write characters that are gonna have the most unique reactions then. Thanks for the request!❤️

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Note; please if you're interested in giving me a request, write me down the character(s) you'd like to read in my work, it helps me to organize my thoughts and focus on specific characters. Also the more specific you are, the better my fic / oneshot / headcannons are gonna turn out, ty<3

MHA characters reacting to their S/O getting hurt during a fight

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Dabi

Let's be honest, that guy isn't attached to anybody. He can't feel any type of emotion unless it's on extreme levels. That's exactly why he doesn't feel anger when he sees you injured, he feels rage.

He wants to burn the place down. Burn the hero. Their whole family line. He's the type of person who you wouldn't know that he appreciates you that much so you'd be surprised to see how much he got worried. Even he doesn't understand what's going on with him. Only thing that I know, is that I wouldn't wanna be that hero, facing him in battle.

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Tomura Shigaraki

He's extremely calm. More than how much he should be. However that's only a facade in front of you. He's fueled with anger on the hero who dared to touch you and cause you this suffering.

He wants to get revenge for sure. He can't come up with a plan that will ensure them winning the battle over heroes so he gets provided the help of Kurogiri. He wants to turn to dust the entire family tree of the hero who did all that to you.

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Bakugo Katsuki

There are at least 3 people holding him so he doesn't run outside and give your attacker a piece of his own medicine (probably midoriya kirishima and tenya).

He ends up going outside in the city to find your attacker and make them pay but of course he returns without having done anything other than wandering in the streets furiously. Probably returns calmer though.

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Izuku Midoriya

Man he almost faints when he sees you injured like this. It's not that he's not familiar with injuries or blood but he freaks out when his loved ones are in that situation.

After he does his best to keep his composure, he asks you details on how you were attacked, who attacked you and things that could in general help him. He's not the type to get revenge but this incident wouldn't go unnoticed, especially if someone else injured you.

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Hawks

Hawks is of course the type to worry and get you immediately in the hospital. He tries to get some answers from you once you're in a good shape to talk.

He immediately reports the incident to his higher ups and avoids chasing the attacker on his own. Hawks is clearly the workaholic type of man, who doesn't want his personal life to get mixed with his work so he won't chase down the attacker. However he will investigate, till he can't no more, and if he happens to face your attacker in a battle, he'll be more than happy to give his all and get revenge for you.

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Shouta Aizawa

Just like Hawks, he doesn't want his personal life getting mixed with his work. If the villains knew you are one of Aizawa's loved ones, you'd become their no 1 bait and he'd hate himself if he let that happen.

Pretty much wants to destroy the attacker, but his calm aura doesn't let those violent emotions get out. Of course, if he happens to face the attacker in battle, he's giving his all, even his life if needed.

[izukuisbaby]

⊹˚.⋆ SHOPPING HEADCANONS - MY HERO ACADEMIA

୭ flora's notes : this wasn't planned but I'm on vacation and izuku owns my heart, I couldn't stop thinking about him when I bought clothes 😔✋🏼

୭ female reader/ male reader and gn reader friendly 💓

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⊹˚.⋆ IZUKU MIDORIYA

℘. he insists on tagging along with you on your shopping trips. he just loves to feel useful and wants to give his opinion on what you try on !

℘. and he's honest too ! if something looks bad on you he will nicely tell you : "I think this doesn't flatter your body well enough", "you should try another colour baby ! I've seen you wear this one before and you looked stunning/handsome !"

℘. and if one of your clothes fits you well expect a SHOWER of compliments "Y/N THAT'S THE ONE, this looks so good on you and the colour definitely lightens up your face. YOU LOOK SO CUTE oh my god" and he would be a blushing mess🥰

℘. learns about your colorimetria so he can pick clothes for you to try on or as gifts !

⊹˚.⋆ KATSUKI BAKUGO

℘. you have to DRAG him to the shopping centre because he hates being around a lot of people. he says they are impolite, careless and disrespectful and he would throw a tantrum if one dares slightly push him to get to a display.

℘. is grumpy the whole time : "hurry up goddamn it, you take 3 hours to undress I'd better get in there and remove your clothes myself", "tf is that granny outfit, who in their right mind would sell that", "this colour makes you look like you're gonna throw up your guts dumbass, get rid of it"

℘. when something suits you, he will very discretely smile and his eyes will sparkle,

"looks good i guess, take it"

"you sure, you don't seem convinced katsu ?"

"MOTHERFUCKING TAKE IT"

⊹˚.⋆ SHOTO TODOROKI

℘. "sho, you're not supposed to come in the fitting room while i change !"

"oh, I'm sorry y/n i thought it was okay since i already saw you naked"

"SHO- I mean technically you're right but you could AT LEAST close the curtain, I wouldn't want everyone to see my underwear"

℘. yeah shoto opens the curtain WIDE instead of asking if you're dressed or not. to him, the world stops when you two are together and he only sees you. so of course he wouldn't notice the 20 other people around you in the fitting area, who can now see your fully exposed body

℘. shoto apologizes and is even more of a blushing mess than izuku at this point AND he pays for your stuff (rich bf shoto💥💳💥💳💥)

℘. he is whipped and biased, he thinks everything looks good on you so he isn't of much help but he is a huge support and compliments you a lot♡

℘. ... you'd have to call Mina to actually get advice though -

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

What would happen if instead of deku choosing his wide he choose shoto instead what would happen to his wife would he still go after her how would it play out too.

Thank you for asking

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Yandere DekuWife Alternate AU

by u/ryuutoshi2

What would have been if Deku had chosen Shoto? The former hero in training was rising in notoriety alongside him. Always there. Always supporting. He knew Deku as well as he knew Izuku. Unshakeable in synergy it felt right to choose him. Choose him over his first true love, who seemed oblivious to all his telling actions. Oblivious to the painful yearning of watching you blindly trample his desires. And the way you cheered him on when he shakily admitted his relationship with some mysterious gent.

“That’s…wonderful Izu! I’ll have to meet him one day!”

You wouldn’t. It would be then that he abandoned the civilian identity to be the largest supervillain to date: Deku. Hand-in-hand with his villain lover as they collectively brought chaos to the world of heroes. Only the inner workings of the UA could suspect who he was and some would follow him. A closed incident that would lead the few who cared: Inko and you to mourn Izuku Midoriya.

“...All he wanted was to be a hero…”

“Maybe in his own mind…he was…”

His heart still yearned for you to hide crumpled photos whenever Shoto entered the room. To him, it was just the pains of withdrawal. A simple case of breaking his routine of obsession, instead of obsessing with someone who so quickly reciprocated that same level of affection. For years he’d fight it, drowning out his thoughts and memories of you with lust, mass violence, and diabolical schemes that would bring despair to the heroes he frowned upon. 

It happens by chance that he’s undercover in the daylight of the city. Smirking to himself as he passes a small-time hero on patrol. This information grab would be easy. An orchestrated diversion that would put him in the position to grab the data in a populated place while his beloved counterpart attacks. It plays on the hero's weakness: the protection of civilians. It would have been perfect. 

“Alright, Mister what can I help you with?”

At the front desk of the intelligence, the employee he was supposed to subdue was you. Grown and gorgeous as the day he left, was (Y/n) (L/n). The woman he spent years chasing and fantasizing over. 

He’s starstruck. Stuttering and flapping his lips as he’s reduced to the sweaty, overheating, obsessed dork you couldn’t see the feelings of. Ever patient you don’t rush him as he struggles to do anything–eating into the time he should have spent completing the mission. 

The sound of rubble crashing and the distorted laughter of his lover–Pyrodast rang out. The screaming and running began, and the swarm of panicked employees created the perfect chaos to steal those documents. But he let himself be pulled by you, tucking him under your desk as you dutifully pressed a hidden button. 

“Alright sir. Please stay here I’ll handle this!” 

He was so caught up fawning over your determined glare he almost didn’t catch what you said. Reaching out to hold onto your arm, worriedly pleading that you don’t leave him. And like something out of a dream you hold his shoulder rubbing soothingly. Flashing a smile he feared he’d forgotten. 

“It’s alright I can handle this,” You reached your other hand past him unintenionally caging him. He fluttered his eyes fully prepared to lean into you and capture your lips only to be reawoken when you pulled back. Letting you stand up straight with a darker look on your face and sleek hi-tech power gun. Holding the weapon with ease you cocked the barrel continuing to smile the way only you did. 

“Besides, both me and my husband are heroes!” 

With that you began firing away, immediately making contact with high powered villain judging by the pained grunt. Alarmed and completely in shock he disobeys your command watching as his not so past love expertly dodges the stray pits of steam and fire from his current love. Moving with the agility and speed of a spider you distribute tear gas bombs to blast in the villain’s face. You duck out of the way for most of his confused attacks, seemingly almost subdued when the gloved hands of Shoto reach for your head. 

Izuku has half a mind to scream out and he does. Drowned out by a resounding explosion, the hero’s defense gives you the opportunity to roll out of the way. More heroes quickly arrive on the scene, sending Pyrodast into a desperate escape. 

Hurriedly coming from behind the desk he tries to spot you among the rubble left in their wake. And like the sun at the break of dawn, you rise nearly unscathed and yawning all the while. Stretching as though you just woke up from a successful nap you smile in the direction of the tattered hole of the building. 

“Man, Suki great timing! You just barely missed my amazing defense!”

“Tch! Like I said before you shouldn’t need to do ‘amazing defense’! Just leave the hero work to me, detective!”

“Aw Suki, you’re just jealous I’m so good at my job! I just can’t retire!”

“Grrrr!”

“Kehehehe~!” Watching you tease the explosive hero, laugh at his glare, and insults stung. Too much like old times, he’d been overwhelmed by that tight-knitted jealousy that came with everyone who should speak to you. Specifically with this man. Even more painfully surreal, in tears of his own, he watches you pull out a silver and black band. Slipping it around your ring finger and fiddling with it as you prodded at the hero’s patience. He notices the way those red eyes look at you with a satisfied fondness that didn’t exist way back when.

It's then that he recalls your words…it makes him shudder. With disgust? with malice? with envy? The pure incessant desire to murder? Katsuki Bakugo was who you were married to the hero who had saved him from judgment on the account of a last favor before continuing to pursue him alongside the board of heroes. He didn’t think he could hate the hero more. He was wrong and if he hadn’t been pinged by a worried Shoto he would have killed him. Stabbed from the back at speeds you’d barely register but he didn’t. 

Wobbly and downcast, he returned to the rendezvous point letting Shoto handle the report for the day. Heterochromatic eyes flashed worriedly toward the no longer disguised Deku. It wasn’t long before they shed their masks and latex, settling into their afternoon routine within the highrise home officially owned by the former hero tycoon Shoto Todoroki. 

He didn’t need to speak. Simply leaning over to rest his chin on Izuku’s head as he held his lover by the waist. Sniffing the dyed locks he gets so lost he almost forgets what he originally asked. Or how Izuku doesn’t turn around to wrap his arms around his neck. 

Instead, Izuku leaned back, letting his head rest on the front collarbone of Shoto. He couldn’t share this most jarring discovery, not while his thoughts were still jumbled. When he finally knew how he felt then he’d tell Shoto, so they both wouldn’t make irrational decisions. 

A shame he’d forgotten how deeply in-tune his lover was with his struggle. 

The moment he realizes his Izuku is sleeping in he zeroes in on the exact moment for the shift in moods. Calling his covert underlings to retrieve the camera footage of the building. Unfortunately the cameras had been wiped supposedly taken away after the visit of some group in black suits. Thanfully his team was able to kidnap lightly apprehend a civilian with an undeleted video of the incident.

“So this is…them?”

As Izuku’s closest confidant for years, lending his ears to his romantic woes was a given. Already bonded by the intimacy that came with villainy it was easy to slip himself into his arms. Whispering in his ear and sharing each other’s breath, Shoto made himself the prime owner of Izuku’s heart. Or so he thought. He once tried to track you down before, fully prepared to use the family hitman to guarantee Izuku’s love. But Izuku’s smart, keeping you nameless and eluding Todoroki's covert operation team. 

But now that there’s a video albeit grainy he now knows who you were. The wife of Katsuki Bakugo, a position highly covetted by celebrities and teens. It seemed like a covert marriage considering official registrars had him married to some nameless character. But the video has you smiling, teasing Deku's mortal enemy. How dare you?! After putting Izuku through all that stress and dethroning him in Izuku’s heart. With a roll of his eyes he makes a call and it's with one thing in mind. 

To kill (Y/n) Bakugo.

Which would prove a difficult feat when half his team was out of commission or under arrest.  Needless to say he killed them before they could spill but your invulnerability was a problem. Somehow involved with some of the highest forms of government it was hard to know what your official title was or how you could so easily debillitate his team. But that wouldn’t be a problem for the openly vengeful Pyrodast who could easily put a bounty on your head. But alas the news didn’t even bother to cover the mysterious disappearances of the newest up and coming villains. Shoto Todoroki didn’t lose. Pyrodast wouldn’t lose. He couldn’t believe that. But he would say he was stumped almost completely losing sight of his original goal. Getting too caught up in a rivalry created all his own he committed days to locking himself away quickly shutting his monitor off when Izuku came to check on him.

“Sho-honey are you doing okay? Those bags under your eyes haven’t gone away yet.”

“Y-yeah I’m fine. J-just trying to tie a loose-end.”

“Well…okay.”

He digs his nails into his desk as he watches his love slink back out of his office. Alright, that’s it! He’s putting an end to this himself, he’s spent too many resources trying to take down someone who should have been a minor kill. So he suits up in the darkness of his office expecting to turn around and pull that green book on the far end of the–

“Well Pyrodast, it’s been a while since I’ve had a man chase after me so earnestly!”

Quickly turning on his voice modulator he whips around finally seeing the woman he’d been trying to kill for so long. Brandishing a glowing saber and wearing a latex suit under a stylish trench coat, your outfit certainly left much nothing to the imagination. 

“Hmmm are you here to return the favor?”

“Only half-way I guess! I’ve always wanted to fight against someone with the Todoroki style.”

Gritting his teeth from behind the mask, he felt the hiss of the recorder as he yelled. 

“I HAVE NO CONNECTION TO THAT NAME!”

“Of course not, the public doesn’t already theorize about your true nature at all!”

“GRAAAGH!”

The battle is intense and Pyrodast makes every attempt to burn you alive but your agile wuick and you use your weapon to cut through the titanium leather of his suit. All the while you’re laughing still flashing that stupid smile even as he slams your body into an adjacent cabinet. More times than he could count did you have him pinned and forced to endure your punches and infuriating flicks. By the time he was pinned down once again he was too tired to pull himself up, simply reeling at the controlled penetration of your saber into his bulky mask. 

Feeling the seering heat of the laser he’s fully prepared to lose his nose but immediately you retract your blade. Jumping off of him to skip to the door, you hum to yourself. Waving your fingers like a conducter would the crescendo come when the door is slammed open by Izuku himself.

“Shoto! What the he–”

“Oh my! I didn’t expect to see you! Let alone living!” 

Izuku’s eyes widen as he looks to you and the nearly unmasked Pyrodast heaving on the floor. Without thinking a blush comes over his freckled face and he begins to sweat.

“(Y-y/n)!? Uhm–I–ugh!”

You walk past him unknowingly filling his nose with your scent to have him unconsciously leaning in your direction. 

“Don’t talk to me, I don’t know how I feel about this just yet but at the very least keep your hubby in check? You can only replace limited edition glass china so many times.”

Speaking so nonchalantly, Izuku once again froze in his place, jumping to attention when Shoto was attempting to lift himself up. Running to his side he supports him as he attempts to angrily shout at you. 

“I’LL-Ack! I’LL k-kill y-y-ou–agh! ONE DAY-ugh!”

“Sh-Pyro?!”

“Yeah yeah just know I’ll be sending an invoice for the damages you cost me. Toodles.”

As suddenly as you came you left pulling the green book on the bookcase behind you letting yourself take the tube directly to Pyrodast’s office lair. With a gust of wind you're gone leaving the villains to stew in your wake. Shoto struggled to tilt his head up, wounded by the overwhelming blush and needy look on Izuku’s face. And In pain and sheer jealousy he screamed into the sound-proofed office.

“(YYYYYYYYYY/////////NNNNNNNNN)!!!!!!”

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“You look happy, case go alright?”

“Yup the lead was on the money and I even met an old friend in the end!”

“An old friend? Friend or foe?”

“Hmmmm who can say…how was your day, Suki-cracker?”

“Usual. Real quiet. By the way, those ghost peppers you ordered came in!”

“No way! Gimme! Gimme! It’ll be my celebration candy!”