Deku X Reader Is The Canon Final Ship Actually - Tumblr Posts
CHAT READ THIS ITS JUST SO CUTE UGHHHH MY HEART
Ghost!izuku who follows you everywhere like a lost puppy. Follows you to the store as he rambles on about the weather, or about a cute cat he saw in the way, and you try not to laugh cause you’ll seem like a CRAZY PERSONAL LOLLL
Ghost!Izuku who is soul bonded to you after death, so he can’t really leave your side, third wheeling on your dates, stealing glances when he’s not supposed to.
Ghost!Izuku who grows more than fond of you, finding himself stumbling over for you, whenever you steal glances as well.
Ghost!Izuku who wishes deeply he could hug you, hold your hand, touch you, kiss you, taste you!!
Ghost!Izuku who tried to hold your hand when you’re asleep, who tries to cuddle you and just be as close as possible, hoping you feel his warmth instead of the ghostly coolness
BROS ADORABLEEEE
“Yup! Exactly! Your boy! Yes! All yours!”
Dawwww my hearttt
PLEASE IZUKU CRUSHING ON HIS TUTOR PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PICK ME
ngl i love the idea of izuku have a crush on someone older and fighting for his life to get out of the "little bro" zone lmaaoo
study (dates) // izuku midoriya smau
I think if everyone had a Izuku everything would be fine and we could experience happiness.
Like do not tell me you wouldn’t fine yourself giggling and smiling if he looked at you like this. Like even platonically. He would be the best bestie!
KCDKDNFJDJDJ GIGGLING
THIS IS SO TRUEEEE
MF IS DEF WHINY
Thinking about jerking izuku off….
The way his breath hitches every time you swirl your thumb over his tip. The way when your eyes meet his his nose scrunches up just slightly as his eyebrows pinch up and he lets out a shaky sigh, leaning back on his elbows now cause he likes looking up at you anyways.
He sighs and restrains his moans with the back of his hand as your hand goes up and down his cock, red faced, too red, you almost think he’s gonna pass out
“Relax… it’s just me, okay??” You coo him softly before giving him a little squeeze and speed up slightly.
And the whiny slurs of your name as he look up at you teary eyed, whispering pleas and prayers about how close he is and how good you make him feel. The way he’s thought and dreamed about this exact moment, stroking himself with his scarred hands wishing it were yours instead, and now here you were, actually touching him and enjoying him and— and it was too much for him
His hips buckling up and his thighs start shaking pathetically as he is on that final round, all of the embarrassment now evaporated and it’s left with desperation as he whisper repeatedly “please” and “I love you”’s, reaching out to touch your arm, touch the wrist that strokes him, reaching out for you. His eyes closing as his eyebrows pinch up prettily and his mouth falling slightly open as he lets out those unholy sounds you so wanted to hear, and he looks so pretty under you like this, really, you stare at his freckles and his pretty eyelashes as you help him ride out his orgasm.