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Day 12 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: you finally get to peg your boyfriend, Izuku.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd thank you for your amazing help bae!

497 words.

Izuku never would've thought that he would like this sort of thing. That was, at least, until he met you.

From the very first time he saw you he had been obsessed. You were perfect. You were funny, and kind, and had an absolutely magnificent body no matter how much you denied it.

It wasn't until later on, when he got to see a darker side of you, that he realised what he wanted most. Sure, you were nice, but you were also commanding and very protective. He felt safe around you. Even when you would bark and bite just like Katsuki just to protect him.

It took a while for him to fully understand it himself, but eventually he came to a conclusion. Izuku wanted to be dominated by you.

The first time the thought appeared, the poor, flustered boy was mortified, swatting away the thought bubble madly in fear that you could see all of the dirty imagery that had suddenly appeared in his mind. However, after many months of denial and embarrassment, he finally caved and admitted his thoughts. It was the single cutest sight you have ever experienced. Almost as cute as right now.

Almost as cute as the pink, freckled cheeks, decorated with dewy tear tracks that lay beneath you. His pupils are blown and trained only on you as he experiences mind-numbing pleasure that he's never come close to alone.

Green hair is splayed out on the pillow like a halo, damp with sweat and stray tears. He looks thoroughly fucked out.

In this moment, your hips stop moving, pausing mid-thrust for you to fully focus on the sight in front of you. You're currently in the missionary position, with him beneath you, so everything is exposed and Izuku is given no option to hide, allowing you the sight of his plump, sturdy chest. There are freckles there, too, and in the night you like to trail your finger over the darkest ones, like each is a precious constellation newly discovered.

"Wha- Huh?..."

How precious. He can't even get a real word out, mouth dry and voice worn as a result of two hours spent crying from pleasure. It's fair enough, your thighs are starting to hurt by now.

A pretty, manicured hand rests on Izuku's cheek to stroke it with the soft pad of your thumb, and in an instant your hips snap forwards, drawing out a delicious cry from your baby boy, and lighting a fire in your chest in excitement. His mouth is open and a line of spit connects his upper and lower teeth when you start to fuck into him again, pace slow. He almost can't take it, and at the feeling of being stretched out over your plastic cock he has another breathtaking orgasm, splattering his belly in white while deprived lungs fight for air again.

You could do this every day just to see him cry on your cock but you're lucky enough already.

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This Is what I mean, when I said that constructive criticism is the only valid form of criticism.

It doesn't matter if you were trying to be nice about it. I'm really not in the practice of saying "aw wow they weren't as rude as they could've been" like. No.

Feel free to reblog my post if you want the same rule to apply to your own blog, because criticism that isn't constructive, is destructive! And can embarrass/discourage people actually posting what they want to!

For people that need to hear this, criticism is not welcome unless it is constructive.

Fair enough. If what some people write isn't for you, then power to you. You can read what you want, welcome to the internet.

But sending shit like "okayyyyyyy I'm not even gonna finish this, you're a really talented writer and all but this is NOT for me" is not at all nice, and is actually a slap in the face. :)

Just letting you know, that although you can say what you want, this is still my blog and I absolutely have the right to tell you what is allowed here.

Criticism. Is. Not. Welcome. Unless. It's. Constructive.

Many people would read this and be put off from writing altogether, so unless you have some genuine advice on how to fix what you think is wrong with my writing, please keep it to yourself. <3

Ps. "You're a really talented writer and all" is a half-hearted pleasantry that doesn't make anybody feel any better.

Plslskkdd no cus I headcannon that he can be really pervy sometimes and his need to learn and the craving for information doesn't stop when he thinks about his partners body nsmdjfbnf like he wants to mf STUDY them like they're a new constellation NAKLDJDNNFNFBF

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Day 2 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: while visiting to drop off your husband's bento, he pulls you into his lap to give himself a little stress relief during work.

Props to my beta for today @sasualblxd - thank you so much again! <3

-1,055 words.

Buff, muscled arms hold you down by your waist, circled around you and sat firmly in place. The both of you sit in his office at work, the bento box you had dropped by to gift him with sat waiting for him on the desk neatly, set aside for lunch.

Daylight spills through the gaps in the blinds while the sound of pen scratching on paper is filtered to the back of your mind, the only thing occupying your thoughts right now being your husband.

Keening whines slip past your bitten, plumped lips as you shift on Izuku's lap, causing a hand to trail back to your waist from where it was rested at your belly and hold you firmly. You can't even see if you've affected him in the slightest.

His breath on your neck is even, though it still raises the tiny hairs there and gives you goosebumps. It feels like every sense has been dialed all the way up to eleven, every press of his chest against your back or twitch of his fingers setting you alight.

Warmth pools in Izuku's lap, where the two of you are currently connected, and you have no idea how the poor man's jeans are going to survive the flow of slick that leaks down his cock. You're soaked.

You had soaked through your underwear before he even took his pants off.

It was just a nice, simple gesture. Bring him his lunch, because he left it on the counter on accident. You didn't mean for it to turn into this.

He had beckoned you closer with a curl of his fingers as you were just about to leave, taking your wrist in his hand and guiding you slowly to sit on his lap. At first you were a little bit bashful, giggling at him and telling him to get on with his work, but then his expression had darkened. He gave you a mischievous smirk that had you melting in seconds, and for a minute you're stuck thinking about how much he's grown from that shy, awkward boy into someone much more confident, more himself.

That is, until you felt his lips press a soft kiss at your neck, accompanied by a hand up your skirt. Immediately you were bright red, eyes wide and jaw clamped shut as his hand slid further up your thigh. The pads of his fingers were a little rough from scarring, but otherwise soft and very gentle against smooth skin, carressing stretch marks as they ascended.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, his fingers pressed against the soft fabric of your new underwear and slowly massaged the warmth beneath. It didn't take much for your breath to shorten and your underwear to darken with slick, and your legs shook a little as you sat across his lap, half facing him. You slapped your hands over your face to hide your expression, and keep him from observing you, but that just wouldn't do for him, and he easily pulled the offending appendages away. Sometimes you forget how much muscle is hidden beneath that baby-face of his.

He chuckled at your squirmy reaction, tearful eyes locking with his and giving him that much more satisfaction. He really could be a horrible tease when he wanted to.

The hand at your pussy started to rub a little harder, pressing down over the panties to dip into you a little and leave you grinding down against his lap and fingers for more, and soon enough he was pushing your panties aside to slip two thick fingers inside of you without saying a word, busying himself with leaving dark hickeys at your neck and covering every inch of skin with a kiss.

Your mouth finally opened in a silent moan, and a hand reached back up to cover your mouth so that his co-workers in the neighboring rooms didn't hear anything suspicious, and luckily Izuku didn't seem to have a problem with that while he worked on fingering you open.

His breath had started to get short too, and you had most definitely picked up on the bulge that was pressed up against your ass.

He's always loved every second of having his fingers inside of you to feel the soft, spongey walls and the twitching of your insides around his digits, left sensitive from the scarring even after all these years. But he didn't mourn the loss of the feeling once he pulled them out, rubbing his fingers and thumb together and smirking at you while he exposed your juices, watching in amusement as you turned your head away and shut your eyes out of sheer embarrassment.

Now, you're sat facing forward on his thick cock while he does his paperwork, writing reports for recent missions and putting his signature on damage or rescue forms.

Another bead of slick rolls down to pool at his balls and he shivers at the feeling. He can't get enough of it when you're dripping around him, and he can't help but be proud of how fast he had you soaking through your underwear for him. That must be a new record.

"Good girl..."

His voice is smooth and shows no sign of desperation or tension even as his cock twitches inside of you, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through your core and causing another wave of slick to leak from you. Izuku sighs at the feeling of your warmth pooling around the tip of his dick and your insides spasming around him, every small twitch taking him closer to his orgasm.

Pink lips shine and catch the light as your tongue darts out to lick them, and you grind down against him once more to feel that pleasure, your back arching and your thighs squeezing together, but you still receive little to no reaction until he's done, and his hands rub circles on your waist and pull your hair out of your face gently.

"Okay, baby. You want some more?~"

His smile is soft and genuine as he peeks his head forward for you to see him, and his chin rests on your neck. The greenete's voice is smooth like butter and peppy as always, but there's an undertone of lust and hunger that you just know is there, lurking behind innocent freckles and kind eyes.

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Day 10 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: after being a brat for a little too long, Shouto decides that you’re in need of  a lesson in behaviour.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd​ - thank you for your amazing help shawdy! Go ahead and give my betas a follow, they deserve it!

855 words.

Shouto isn't always as stoic as he seems. There are times when he lets a rare smile slip, or when he loses his temper. Each little break in his composure sticks with you like glue, and you just love to try his patience.

Every day you try your luck with Shouto, and lately your attempts at breaking his composure have been getting deeper and deeper under his skin. He's getting irritated.

Of course, that could never make him love you any less, it just makes him want to strangle you a little bit, -but in a loving way, of course.

You would take any and every chance to be the most irritating little brat that you could possibly be, all because you think it's hot when he's angry.

Those fiery eyes and ice cold glare, mixed with the subtle tensing of his jaw as he contemplates throwing you over his shoulder and teaching you how to behave always has you needing a change of underwear without fail.

Most of the time, when you see this look it's when you're watching him fight, and you zone in on the agitation and impatience carried in his expression, trying to burn the image into your head.

Other times, when you're lucky, you get to see it directed at you, after you've pushed his buttons for long enough. Thank God for your unusual talent of getting under peoples skin.

Today was one of those lucky days.

You had been doing absolutely everything you possibly could to push your luck with him, from not cleaning up the messes you leave when he asks, to relentlessly teasing him without giving him what he wants after. It's all just fun and games to you, and in your eyes, the more you piss him off, the better.

It's not like he's actually angry with you when he finally snaps, anyway. More like relatively pissed off.

The moment of your wet dreams finally come to fruition, though, is when he decides that he's going to teach you a lesson himself. And as he walks into the bedroom where you're sitting, watching TV, he grabs the remote and switches it off. No distractions.

You raise your eyebrow, looking at him expectantly. Part of you wonders if you’re in trouble. The other part hopes you’re in trouble.

“Hey, babe... What’s up?”

You’re rewarded with no response.

Shouto simply looks straight into your eyes, giving you an unimpressed look after you had just dyed all of his shirts pink in the wash. It’s an even more pristine picture as he still wears the baby pink work shirt he had put on to do some paperwork at the office, having to suffer through the comments of Denki and Mina throughout his entire shift.

“Aw, what’s wrong, babe? You look so pretty in pink~”

That. That was the last straw.

“The safeword is ‘frost’“

“Wha-?”

You can barely get out half a word as you’re picked up and slung over your lover’s lap, ass up and your belly pressed against his thick, muscular thighs.

“Every day. It’s every day that you’re doing something new just to piss me off and I don’t like it! You’re being a brat, do you understand?”

Okay. Maybe you might’ve been going too far, but you’re a brat by nature, and he’s always been your willing tamer from the very start. Still, your pussy throbs at the anticipation of what’s going to happen next. A rough palm slips its way past the band of your sweats, pulling them down just past your ass, and the chill of being almost completely bare save for a cute pair of grey underwear sends shivers up your spine, raising the hairs on your neck.

“Do you understand?”

His cold voice is what brings you back from your thoughts, reigning in your attention and refocusing it all back onto him. 

“Y-yes, Shou- I’m sorry-”

A sharp slap echoes off the bedroom walls a sharp, stinging pain interrupts you. Holy shit. Did he just spank you? Yeah, sure, you’re in this position for a reason, but you thought he would just scare or intimidate you a little to get you to behave, not this...

Another slap leaves a red handprint on your right ass cheek, tearing a squeal from you as you desperately try to wriggle away, discomfort nagging at your limbs. Your back is starting to hurt from having it arched like this, and it’s a chore to breathe when you’re on your stomach, his thighs pressing into your ribs, but the feeling of being pushed down and disciplined like this sends a wave of heat straight through your core. This reaction is only amplified as the next slap is a little lower down, Shou’s fingers grazing over your pussy as he smacks your thigh.

“Oh? Don’t tell me you’re enjoying this?”

His voice is smug and his erection pokes at your ribs while his hand rubs soothing circles around the blossoming bruises on your ass. He knew you would like this all along, didn’t he? What an ass. 

Now it’s his turn to leave you high and dry.

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Day 8 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: you've been a little starved for attention since Shouta's been working more, so you tease him with a little pet name that drives him crazy.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!

872 words.

Shouta had always been the type to take the lead in bed. You loved every second of it, and it helped to ease you into a more submissive headspace when he would be so gentle with you.

As of late, you've been craving your husband's touch, but since he's been so busy with the aftermath of yet another school-related disaster, he's had little to no free time. Little time for you.

Of course it was a little upsetting, but you would never let that get in the way of your love for him, and instead of letting yourself get torn up about it, you chose to help him in whatever ways you could. And now, he's back to his normal schedule and all has been dealt with. Finally.

Now, he gives you his full, undivided attention as a silent thank you. You revell in it.

This gives you the perfect opportunity to pounce. The second he walks through the door of your shared apartment you're immediately on him like a tiger to its prey. Tired, squinted eyes widen in surprise at the sudden feeling of your soft lips pressed against his own and your hips grinding flush against his, though he soon melts into your little "welcome home" gift.

"Did you have a good day at work, daddy?..."

Oh.

Oh.

He's going to enjoy this.

He catches you like you're some sort of fleeting butterfly, gently hugging you around the waist before you can turn fully around and skip away to the bedroom, his well-toned bicep fitting perfectly around the small of your waist like a jigsaw piece.

Soft, but itchy, ticklish black scruff ghosts over the tempting skin of your neck, and his baritone voice gives you delightful chills, setting your stomach alight.

"Daddy, huh?... You're pulling out all the stops. Have I left you unattended for too long, baby?..."

A sly giggle is all he receives from you as you manage to slip from his loose grip at your hips, fluttering pretty, mascara-painted lashes at him before disappearing down the hall and into the bedroom.

His bags are dropped unceremoniously to the floor just to the right of the door where his shoes are aimlessly flung, detailing his impatience. You don't have to wait even another second before your husband is back in your sights, and you in his.

The plain black clothes you were wearing when he first saw you earlier are now discarded, strewn across the floor haphazardly, leaving soft skin clad in only your nicest underwear, his favourite.

Now, your relationship with Shouta has evolved past the point of using nice underwear every day to impress him, but it's still nice to surprise him with something pretty every once in a while.

"What's brought this on, baby?"

"Nothin'... Just you."

If it was possible, he would fall even deeper in love with you at the sight of the enamoured gaze that you direct at him, and the image infront of him is something akin to a beautiful renaissance painting, depicting a beauty he's never seen in anyone but you.

Before long, he has you trapped between him and the bed, your legs tangled together and your arms held above your head. It was just too much to ask that he would be patient, and while you recover from the rush of being thrown onto the bed your neck is being marked up by sharp teeth that nip and tug at the skin.

He moans into your shoulder, hot breath fanning over the wet hickeys and raising the hairs on your body, giving you chills. It's been a little while since you and your husband have gotten this intimate, so you waste no time in swatting away his hands after they've trailed down to prod at your slick cunt through your underwear, wrapping strong, thick legs around his waist.

God, forgive you for being so impatient, but Shouta doesn't seem to mind even in the slightest judging from the low chuckle reverberating through his chest and the hand that loosens his belt and unzlips his fly.

He's already rock hard and weeping at the sight before him, his beautiful wife splayed out on the bed, desperate for his touch and dressed only in a lace bra and a tiny thong, which is easily slipped out of the way to make room for the impressive length belonging to your man.

"Tell me how much you want it. I want to hear you beg."

Who are you to decline? You've been aching for his attention for weeks, so now is not the time to get shy.

"Fuck! I want it, daddy! 'want it so bad! Wanna feel you inside me!"

That's all it takes for him to finally get impatient, forcing his cock between soaked pussy lips, precum already smearing against your hot walls.

The pleased wail that forces it's way from between your lips is like music to Shouta's ears, telling him just how good he is at pleasing you, and making you feel new heights of pleasure you've only ever imagined.

He can't think of a better way to spend the rest of his week, than to be buried inside of you, breeding your cunt all day long.

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