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but Izuku you mf 🙄smh so hard.

Part two when???

Oh yeah and this thing I found online

How about, instead of walking in on your husband Izuku jerking off, we have you walking in on your best friend Izuku jerking off by accident, cause you were supposed to watch a movie together :)

I like the way you think nonnie/nonnette<33

It's been a while since I've written an actual fic!!!! I enjoyed this

When izuku, your best friend, texted you asking you to come over his to watch a movie you were over the moon. You'd missed your bestie so much and hadn't seen him in so long! He went to some super fancy schmancy college called yuei, it was like supposedly the best college yk like Yale n Harvard n shit.

He was back in town and you didn't know until JUST now. What kind of best friend is he?! He was back in town for a week and hadn't told you? Come on. Of course you were going, you missed him and there was no way in hell you weren't gonna see him.

He was gonna get one hell of a pout though! On your way over to his house you thought about getting him something from the local corner store, y'know just as a welcome back gift. You fiddled with your charm bracelet that had both of your initials on it as you chewed on your lower lip and stared at the window.

You knock on izukus door with a bag of gummy worms, when he was younger he had an odd fascination with finding bugs in the dirt and became infatuated with gummy worms and their brand. They were so sour yet so sweet, he enjoyed them last time you remembered.

Izuku opens the door rather quickly with an expressionless face up until he seen yours. That silly little pout that you'd practiced all night for. His smile was bright and warm before he seen that little pout on your face, his smile turning into a mischievous smirk.

“ well, are you gonna come inside or are y’just gonna sit there with that adorable lil’ pout on your face?”

Oh. Suddenly you felt your cheeks warming, you look up to him n see a little smirk painting his features. Had he always been this sexy, and this... tall? He leaned on the door frame one arm above him and the other on the door handle before he moved out of the way to let you inside.

You swallowed hardly and walked past him, you looked up to him seeing the way his eyes followed you watching you very closely. You went straight to the couch and took a seat on the very edge. Izuku closed the door and walked over to you, with a small chuckle as he sat next to you, scooting back and putting his arm on the edge of the couch.

“ whaddya wanna watch, bug?”

Your breath hitched at the nickname. You hadn't heard it in so long, he had been gone for over 3 years. He gave you the name when you were kids, you would help him find bugs wherever you could, you never wanted to touch them so you always used a stick.

“ uh.. whatever is uh, fine.”

You say as you stammer on your words and hand him the snack you brought him, he was controlling the TV with the remote before the crinkling of the bag caught his attention, his wide eyes turned down to look at the bag in your hand before he turned to look at you. His eyes blinking a few times before he smiled.

“ ‘s for me bug? thank you!”

Izuku took the bag and held your hand whilst it was still in it, his bright smile returning with a chuckle. He took the bag and pulled you into a tight hug, you groaned and held him back his smell was intoxicating and mesmerizing. It was so pungent and left a big strong impact. Once he pulled away he patted your head and turned back towards the TV putting on some random movie.

“ so uh.. how long do you plan on staying?”

You spoke trying to clear the silence despite the moving being on. He didn't answer right away, not looking at you ad he gathered an answer.

“ well I've already been here for about 2 weeks and— ”

“ TWO WEEKS?!”

TWO. WEEKS. he's been here for TWO WEEKS and he didn't think about contacting you until NOW?! For fucks sake this guy sucks ass through a straw! You looked at izuku with a stunned get angry look. He couldn't help but to chuckle at you and turn his attention back to the movie. As if he had nothing to say to you.

“ so, buggy, how've you been? Any uh, romances I need to know about?”

Izuku spoke suddenly as he chewed on the candy you got him. He was watching the TV as you hummed in acknowledgement, you went to a college as well it wasn't as high and mighty as izukus but it was a place that could give you a degree or whatever. You hadn't really been with anyone recently, you'd just gotten out of a relationship about a month before izuku got back, it didnt mean too much to you do you didnt shed any years but uh, y'know.

“ not really, I mean did have a boyfriend — ”

Izukus eyes shot over to you within an instant of hearing the word 'boyfriend'. Izuku hummed in disapproval, he didn't like what he just heard. His face told it very well, he swallowed and turned his head fully listening to what you have to say now.

“ but uh, we broke up. like a month ago or something, t’wasnt really serious.”

He hummed once more, nodding slightly. His expression seemed to relax a bit more at the end of your sentence, but he was still somewhat on edge.

“ what about you? any baby mamas i need to know about?”

Your words snapped him out of whatever daze he was in, causing him to get flustered and snicker a bit he hid his face while he laughed and caught his breath. Izuku had changed a lot, he knew that. He gained a lot of mass and muscle, he got taller, and he was a pretty attractive guy well around. Of course he'd had a couple of girlfriends and friends with benefits.

“ nope. no babies or baby mothers for me.”

You giggled at the way he spoke, clearing your throat and turning to face him.

“ any girlfriend? boyfriend?”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. He licked his lips and ticked his tongue, humming and chewing on his lip as if he were thinking.

“ well, I'm not in a relationship perse, but I had a fling.”

“ oh yeah? tell me about it handsome face.”

Izuku perked up at the name, a slight blush painting his cheeks while he cleared his throat.

“ just some girl in my classes who stays on campus with me. we used to date but uh, it didn't work out.”

“ so instead of staying away you decided to rekindle your 'love' by fucking her. you should honestly write a romance novel.”

“ fuck you.”

He says flustered as he turned his face, you burst out laughing slapping your knees and nearly falling off the couch. You lean back and catch your breath tears prickling at the side of your eye.

“ oh yeah yeah, it wasn't that funny.”

“ you're right kid, it was hilarious.”

“ I'm older than you?!”

His shrilly voice and the reaction he made had you dying all over again, you laughed loudly and almost lost all your breath coughing and gasping for air. Your side began hurting from all the laughing and you leaned against him holding your side in pain.

“ hmph. that's what you get.”

“ awwhh~ gettin’ all pouty wif’ me zuzukins?”

You tease him in a baby voice with a faux pout and leaned your head closer to his, your cheek right up against his shoulder. He groaned at the tone of turn voice and the name you called him, slightly cringing as he rolled his eyes and looked down at you.

You felt his breath slightly fanning your face, his slandered expression becoming rather expressionless now, serious in some sort. A small grin was still present on your face as you exhaled through your nose while looking up at him. You noticed the way he licked his lips, a quick swipe of his pick tongue going over his top then bottom lip. It's as if it played in slow motion.

Your smile dropped as you looked at his lips then back up to his eyes, he was staring right back at you, just not your eyes. A small smirk appeared on his face, his eyes trailed back up to yours. Before you knew it your foreheads were touching, your breath hitched at the sudden realization of the contact.

Izukus eyes moved back down to your lips, yours doing the same. Your noses gently rubbing against each others before he leaned in quickly and —

“ izuku honey, I'm home! you would never believe what happ—- oh!”

You two quickly snapped apart, your breathing was heavy as if you'd been stripped of all of your hair, izuku was breathing just ad heavy through his nose. Stammering on his words as he stood and greeted his mother who's eyes were locked onto you.

You cleared your throat and stood, this was quite awkward now. Izuku was rambling on about whatever and inko was just smiling warmly. She didn't hold at judgement or teasing behind your eyes or smile. Just a warm smile.

“ it's good to see you dear.”

“ haha, you too inko. erm, izuku id better uh, head home it's pretty late y'know?”

His head turned towards you, he instantly stopped talking as his brows furrowed slightly. Truth be told he didn't want you to leave. He didn't know what'd just happened between you two but he didnt want it to end.

“ are you sure? It's pretty late you could just stay the night like old times! I don't want you walking out late.”

“ awh, y’ worried about me zu?”

“ I just want you to be safe.”

He said quite sternly. It wasn't necessarily a lie, he had wanted you to be safe. He cared about you and your well being. It's just be better if you'd stayed there with him! For safety. And all.

“ thank you for the concern but I'll be fine, I'll even text you once I make it since you 'cawe so mwuch'”

You tease ending your sentence with air quotes and a baby voice. He scoffed looking rather angry and rolling his eyes. Your teasing manner instantly vanished at the sudden cold shoulder he'd just given you.

“ fine. whatever, see ya I guess.”

“ uh.. yeah. b- bye.”

You walked past him and turned back to the door as you were outside before it was almost slammed in your face. You were stunned beyond speaking. It's like you were knocked out of your body, you actually felt like crying even. Why was he suddenly being an ass? Whatever.

You walked home thinking long and hard about what you could've done or said to piss him off. Was it not staying when he asked? Maybe you'd teased him too much, y'know pushed and poked at his buttons. You groan in anger with yourself as you walk inside and jump right into your bed. You sigh heavily grabbing your phone and thinking about texting him. Maybe he didn't want to hear from you. You thought about it and realized you didn't give a shit.

" hey!!!!"

"made it home:))"

"k"

The absolute lovely fuck?! 'k' who the fuck just says 'k' like that. Fucking lame ass loser. You groaned loudly even angrier than before he was being an unreasonable dick because of what?? Hes just being a whiney little shit because you wouldn't stay over. It was late and you didn't feel like being away from right too long. Why couldn't he get that? You turned over and closed your eyes to try and sleep through the anger.

It's been about a week since you two last talked. Izuku was still being as dry as ever, not giving you anything when you two text. Just "oh"s and "lol"s like huh? Okay, give us nothing.

Your eyes were glued to your phone the entire time you were out with your friend. You kept letting out quick and timid sighs. This was like your 5th one in a singular minute. That has GOT to be a world record.

“ ya’ alright?”

“ huh?? Oh. Yeah.”

“ uh- y’sure? yer’ actin kinda weird.”

“ ‘m fine. Just pissed off.”

“ wanna talk about it?”

No. You wanted to run over to that shitty green haired humanized bunny ass prick and best his ass. Why was he acting so weird. There is no way he's still hung up over you not staying over that one time. He hadn't texted you in like.. 3 years and the second he gets back in town, he invited you over for a movie and flips out once you try to go home???? The fuck?

“ my friends just being a dick s’all.”

“ guy or girl?”

“ ...guy.”

“ he probably likes you.”

The absolute shock that went into your face. You literally let out some kind of noise at the absurd statement. There was no way in hell he liked you. Especially not if he were acting like this. Last time you remembered izuku was a sweetheart, not some stone cold dickhead who pouts and gets all angry when things don't go his way..................................

okay well he at least wasn't a stone cold dickhead.

This was actually typical behavior for izuku now that you think about it. You scoffed to yourself and a smile appeared on your face. That's it! Izuku was just being pouty because he didn't have his way! You solved it!

You laughed aloud and thanked your friend before literally sprinting down the street to catch the nearest bus. Your friend was literally so confused and yelled out to you, unbeknownst to you, you left without paying the bill like you agreed...

You got off the bus and headed straight to izukus house, running past the shop that you'd gotten his candy from. A few turns down some streets and you were there. Once you are at his street you stopped next to a fire hydrant and caught your breath, wheezing and nearly dying from the lack of air. You inhaled sharply and choked on the air that invaded your lungs in such an uncomfortable way.

You sucked up the horrible feeling and continued to jog to his door which wasn't too far. Once you were there you made sure to look somewhat presentable so you could get ready to beat his ass for being a whiney little bitch. You made sure your hair looked nice and sprayed on some perfume you had in your bag. You take one final breath before knocking on the door.

“ oh? Hello?- oh! Y/n dear, welcome welcome, come in come in!”

“ hello Mrs midoriya! It's good to see you as well, haha! ya’think I could go up n’ see izuku?”

“ of course hon, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you! you go one up, I'll just be in here if you need me.”

“ thank you Mrs midoriya!”

You walk up the stairs with no hurry at the beginning. You stop in your tracks and think to yourself; "what the hell am I doing." You sprint up the stairs with a motive and fake anger in your head. You stomp down the hall and make it to his childhood room door and twist the nob, slamming the door open. Unfortunately for you, you made the mistake of not knocking......

“ izuku midoriy— uh.”

You were frozen in place, your cheeks warming up at the explicit sight. Your friend best friend had his head thrown back and he looked as if he was experiencing pure ecstasy. He was groaning quietly yet so whimpery at the same time, his brows were stitched together and his eyes were closed, slightly fluttering and showing that his eyes were rolled into the back of his head.

Your mouth just hung open at the sight. Your childhood friend, the guy who'd always been so scrawny and weak was sitting here jacking off, and that wasn't even the problem. It was the fact that this guy was ripped.. you knew he'd gotten bigger since the last time you'd saw him, but wow.. as if getting taller wasn't enough, he had to go and get more muscle too, abs n shit. And fuck.... Your eyes accidentally trailed down. You swear up and down it was an accident, really. But gosh it looked so appetizing.

His cock wasn't exactly like.. looong, perse just like. Really really really thick. Like this guy was big. It was twitching against his hand as he stroked it, as far as you could see two veins painted the sides of his girthy cock. His hand wrapped around it but just barely, only his middle finger and thumb touched around it. Seeing how he could hardly even wrap his large hand around his cock had you thinking what it'd look like if your hand was around it...his tip was huge red and leaky, a glob of precum dripped down the side of his shaft and he was quick to swirl his hand around his cock bringing his thumb up to the tip of it and circling it fastly making him whimper.

He bit his lip and tried to muffle his moans that wanted to escape, that wanted to be heard. He had headphones in and obviously didn't notice you were there, he was watching porn on his laptop you'd guess as it was sitting on his thighs. He wasn't even watching more or less just listening. You couldn't take your eyes off of his cock and the way he touched it. It was so mesmerizing and hypnotizing. he bucked his hips into his hand a couple of times and laid his head back in his pillows. Little ropes of "fuck!"s And "oh yeah!"s left his lips. He looked so good like this, all desperate and yearning for release. Despite how bad he seemed to want it, it also seemed as if he was edging himself. Not yet letting himself cum.

His other hand came down to squeeze his balls lightly which made him whisper something. You didn't quite catch it but just your luck, he said it again. Still in a hushed tone, just a bit louder.

“ fuck! y/n, just like that...”

Oh. Your breath hitched and your thighs squeezed themselves together. You bit your lip and couldn't help the fiery feeling that erupted inside. You could practically just feel your cunt throbbing from his words. Was he really thinking about.. you?! Why were you just standing here watching... He's your friend for fucks sake and your watching him in a private moment! You're a weirdo! A perv! And worst of all his mom is right outside and could come up at any given moment! Have you no shame woman!

You seen how tightly he squeezed his cock, his knuckles turning white as his eyebrows knitted together. Sweat was beading at his forehead and his face was red and hot by the looks of it. His had breaths quickened and the movements of his hand had gotten sloppy, he couldn't help the whines that started leaving his lips.

“ please! want it— wna’ cum!”

“ please please please, y/n!~”

He sped up his movements just a bit more before he started cumming. He let out the most quivery and gutteral moan ever, it was all whiney and breathy and oh so desperate. He kept going despite cumming, stroking him twitching cock as it spewed out long thick ropes of his milky white cum. It shot far all over his tummy his hands some even on his face. It was quite a sight to see him all sweaty and disheveled like this, covered in his own cum as well. Your eyes still hadn't trailed away from him or his cock, he used his other hand to swirl his palm around the tip of his cock causing him to bite his lip hardly and basically scream. He tried to muffle it, he did but it was quite loud. You were lucky his mom didn't call out. Your breath hitched as you seen the reaction. It was so adorable yet slutty, he was overstimulating himself.

You watched as he calmed down, fluttering his glossy eyes open and looking at the mess he'd made. He looked at the computer before realizing.... There was someone standing at his door...

He turned his attention to you before his eyes shot wide open and he got extremely red in embarrassment.. you both just looked at each other, speechless. Neither of you blinking, speaking, or even breathing. His computer had slightly shifted off of his thighs now that they were relaxed and your eyed had accidentally trailed to the screen, it was bad enough that he was moaning your name while fucking himself, but there was a picture of you on his computer right next to the open tab of porn asking to be replayed.

" man gets fucked by dom mommy!!! [Pegging included!!]"

Wow. You didn't think this was the kind of thing that got him off. You gulped and turned your eyes back to him, his eyes filling with tears his breath was shaky, not just from cumming but from pure disbelief. His mouth was agape and his lips were dried. The post nut clarity was hitting him HARD. he tried to convince himself it was just a hallucination from all that edging he'd been doing.

“ tsk.... so uh. I'm gonna js’ see myself out...”

The second you spoke he closed his eyes and tears had fell down his cheeks. He covered his face with his hands despite being covered in cum. He truly was a filthy pig and he felt it.

You closed his door and walked out silently. Walking down the stairs and not even saying anything to his mother who had wished you a good night and everything. You were too stunned to speak. Quite literally. You walked all the way back to your house speechless, your mind was empty as well. Literally no words could come to mind or to your throat.

You laid in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about what you'd seen. The images just flashing in your mind like a camera. Fuck... The squelching noises you heard from his cock being so wet.. oh, and the way he threw his head back moaning... Goodness when he came?! It was like he was shooting planks! And it was just so much!! How can a guy cum that much!!!!! You covered your face with your hands and groaned. There was no way it wasn't gonna be awkward.

Literally three days past before you realized you didn't even get to speak to izuku. It angered you again that you never got to give him a piece of your mind. Being the person you were, you got dressed and walked to his house getting ready to probably make the same mistake again. You sigh and knock on his front door, because clearly you need to learn how privacy works.

“ oh! Y/n, to what do I owe the lovely surprise!”

“ just here to see izuku is all!”

The way her face contorted from happiness to nervousness within an instant. It made your smile fade aswell. The silence was a bit too loud for your liking, it was beginning to get a bit awkward..

“ I'm sorry honey but, izuku left yesterday. He said he had to leave early for an upcoming project he forgot about.”

Oh ... Your mouth opened and shut like a goldfish. Hed run away. He left town and probably wasn't going to return. He was so fucking scared he actually ran awake like the pissy he'd always been. You were suddenly filled by a rush of anger. You bid his mother a good day and rushed back home.

You sat at your desk and pulled out your laptop getting ready to text him through email because you'd already texted him through his number, Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, even Snapchat! He just kept leaving you on delivered. This motherfucker.

You'd sent him a total of 315 messages in between every app, email, and messaging. Not only did izuku not answer, he didn't even look at them. And by the next day he had unfollowed you on everything and blocked you. There was no way to get in contact with him....

Through your phone at least.

AN: how we feeling w this one chat? Did I cook?! Rs I really enjoyed this bc it's been SO LONG since I've written an actual fIc like HWHAYATATAAYA.

Also, I have ALOT of reqs I'm DROWNIGN in and I've answer alot of them and have like fics n shit like basically ready to go I just like lost motivation to give them actual endoengs so... Yeah!!!

KXSMFJFJRJFBGBDJEJWJWJWWWW

darn I’m not 17 🥲

BUT MY MUTAL IS A SCRUMPTIOUS WRITER

SO READ

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IM SURE THE SMUT WILL BE 👌

BUT MAN I WANNA SEE COWBOY IZUKU

AND BUNNY IZUKU

and maybe Kirishima and Bakugo- dhdkcnmdjss

...mikah presents to you...

ೃ࿔ 𝑐𝑣𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯!

fun fact! it's 𝑐𝑣𝑛𝑡𝑠 first time doing a kinktober due to this account being created this year! hopefully you all enjoy what cvnt has in store<33

ʚ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑣𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑠; ɞ

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❝i hope you all enjoy what my incredible brain comes up with! I am very excited to finally share with you my very own experience with something so important in the fanfic readers/writers community. I hope whatever I manage to bring out is up to your standards and are enjoyable to your liking.—

— Of course, minors [BELOW THE AGE I SAY] and ageless blogs I cannot control you. I will say DNI for my own very purposes however, you all have brains and know right from wrong. do not interact with such things you know you should not. with that being said, may the festivities begin! enjoy your kinktober everyone‹3❞

[ages 17+ are welcome.]

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those in orange will have "dark themes" and/or "extreme" kinks.

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✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔬𝔫𝔢; no nut november. shoyou hinata

ᯓ ❝ in hopes of besting his peers in a challenge hes never participated in, he tries his hardest to last throughout the entire november. how does it all turn out?❞

contains ➪ riding, sub!M, brat taming? slight choking, m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔧𝔳𝔢; save a horse—ride a what?! izuku midoriya

ᯓ ❝ you meet a well-known cowboy around town! he seems awfully sweet and charming. He gets you out of a pretty sticky situation; little did you know it came with a price.. ❞

contains ➪ bondage, ass slapping, choking, sir kink, size kink [slight] m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔫𝔧𝔫𝔢; lost in the woods.. bakugou x kirishima

ᯓ ❝ you follow a beautiful light into enchanted woods, forbidden to go into. you enter and see quite the enchantment, you see creatures and critters of all kinds, none seeming of any harm! you meet two very powerful kitsunes, those that are supposed to be legends. ❞

contains ➪ double penetration, degrading, mm4f, anal, rim jobs, edging.

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔧𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫; rainy days seem as if they'll never end. sugawara koushi.

ᯓ ❝ as fall approaches the days get drowsier, slower in some sort. rain and color changing leaves decorate the town. just your luck, your umbrella gets stolen. a charming and handsome fellow helps you out and offers a date that ends a bit too well.... ❞

contains ➪ soft sex, praise, reader is called a 'good girl' m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫; whore's don't deserve anything. tsukishima kei

ᯓ ❝ you were a foreign exchange student. everyone seemed to love you the second you joined the club, not him however. he hated your body, your looke, the way you walked, talked, and acted. You were insufferable and a damn idiot! the worst part is....you seemed to turn him on...tutoring you would've been his last option however, he wanted to finally get you alone. give you a piece of his mind and maybe a little more..❞

contains ➪ chubby!reader, victim complex, head pushing, forcing, slight noncon, degrading, bullying, oral m recieve, dumbification, m4a

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔬𝔫𝔢; bunny boy. izuku midoriya

ᯓ ❝ in this world of hybrids and humans, hybrids are known as pets, animals. despite the similar features they have to humans they are still considered pets. They walk around on leashes or with collars and act as sworn protectors to their owners. you adopt a cute little bunny boy! His names izuku! You two grow up together and are rather inseparable. However...it's izukus first rut, he doesn't know what to do! will you help him?❞

contains ➪ sub!m, virginies, heat/rut, hybridAU, handjobs, bunny shenanigans?? m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔣𝔧𝔳𝔢; situationship. kuroo tetsuro

ᯓ ❝ you're a reporter there alongside one of your longtime friends and partners to help interview volleyball players and bring people together through sports! You get a little too chatty with one of the players and that just doesnt sit right with him....❞

contains ➪ public sex, hair pulling, ass slapping, slight choking, spit, m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔫𝔧𝔫𝔢; separation anxiety. asahi azumane.

ᯓ ❝ your husband finally gets back home from a business trip and surprises you with a lovely scenery! He confesses he won't be leaving your side anytime soon!!❞

contains ➪ fluff infused smut, gentle sex, slight praise m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔧𝔯𝔱𝔶; separation anxiety. izuku midoriya.

ᯓ ❝you meet a cutesy little teacher for the first time by saving a local eatery. The hostages thanked you and he couldn't help but admire you, you're an upcoming hero who doesn't get too much action, he made sure to pull a few strings to get you the recognition you deserved. He spoke to you once and felt as if you'd put him under a spell, he couldn't be apart from you..not now not ever. when he found out you were getting married to some bozo, well, that didn't sit right with him at all...❞

contains ➪ obsession, stalking, masturbation, bondage, mentions of kidnapping, m4a

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔧𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔬𝔫𝔢; was your mic muted? kenma kozume.

ᯓ ❝ you were dating a well known streamer, it was his whole entire life to play video games and people loved watching him play. you were familiar with his schedule and the way he did things to a certainty, it slipped your mind that he might've been streaming today and you were a little...rowdy. there's no shame in wanting to spend time with your significant other!! you asked for a little action and he happily obliged not warning you there were others...❞

contains ➪ oral m recieve, reader gets called good girl like once or twice,

Bonus!!

Fucked by masked men?! MHA edi

includes, midoriya, bakugou, kirishima, sero, shoto, shinsou,

Fucked by masked men?! HQ edi

includes, hinata, bokuto, kageyama, ushijima, kuroo, tsukishima.

These will come a little later!!

ᯓ all rights reserved © cvnt4him 2024-???. all fanfics belong to me, please do not copy, translate, repost, or rewrite what I have already written. Taking inspo is perfectly fine w appropriate credits!ᯓ

Don't forget to let me know what you think!

A peek into (one of) the smut scene(s) in my upcoming series :)

warnings: nsfw! smutty smut, dubcon, subbish! Izuku, mention of alcohol consumption, swearing, pet names

summary: a peek into my upcoming series (smut scene) that will release in October

an: @cvnt4him @dokidokidraft @getstarried need your opinionsss

chat did I cook? First time writing smut-

You’re both on your bed, and things will probably get messy. Izuku’s lying down on his back, all woozy after drinking a tiny bit of alcohol. A simple push to his chest, and down he went, plopping onto his back. The nerd. You crawled in after, making quick work of his shorts, and his cute little All-Might boxers.

Oh he looked so fuckable. Maybe it was wrong, fucking Izuku after offering him a drink. But was it really your fault? His face all flushed, his big doe eyes..his freckles. The pinnacle of cuteness. And his dick standing to attention, already hard. Apparently being rough was enough to get him off.

The idiot had taken the bottle that you had offered. Of course, he had taken a few sips. Maybe to win you over? Whatever. He looked disgustingly pretty and pathetic as you touched him.

Whining as you touched his pretty pink tip, and a simple touch was enough to get him to moan. Mumbling and whining ‘bout how this was not very plus ultra, and that he was under the influence. His hips instinctively bucking to get some form of friction. It was clear he had never been touched like this before. At least, by a girl. Much less by you, a young villain who had the great luck of getting caught by Izuku, your childhood best friend, ironically. Now you paid the price, being forced to start rehab.

You looked down at his dick, continuing to touch him, eliciting lewd noises. It was a pretty shade, maybe the only place on his body that didn’t have freckles. His pretty pink tip already covered in pre-cum. His size was actually bigger than you expected. It wasn’t the longest you’d seen, but it was thick. Like meaty.

You didn’t intend to go that far though. But you couldn’t help but think you wouldn’t mind if you did. Back to Izuku. You started to stroke his length, your hands having difficulty wrapping around it. Shit, it really was thick.

“Come on pretty boy…” you cooed. “So sensitive..”

His response was another pathetic pretty boy moan. “Y-Y/N… w-we shouldn’t be d-doing this..” his voice a bit slurred, thanks to the alcohol. The idiot actually seemed like he wanted to cry. Probably from overstimulation.

“You’re not stopping me, are you?” You say, continuing to stroke him.

He whines, “W-well..” he scrambles for a response. “s-shut up..” he hiccups.

You smirk, wiping away one of his tears. “Thought so, pretty boy.” You lean in, hovering over him, and capture his lips in a kiss, which impels him to let out a cute soft moan.

You can feel his cute thick cock twitching in your hands.

Yeah, childhood best friends probably don’t do this type of shit. But then again, you and Izuku’s circumstances are.. unique, to say the least.

@candiiee 2024

Anyone want me to put this in (one of) the smut scene(s) in my upcoming series?

Edit: he will also have a biting kink if you say yes

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@kimyoudraft idk if you’re into this stuff, but?

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summary: your childhood

warnings: nightmares, anxiety, depression, murder, death, violence, mention of running away

an: izuku is honestly a cute beam of sunshine here in reader’s sad little life. Not proofread.

“Y/N?” His soft breaks you out of your self deprecating thoughts. You’re both sitting under a tree, watching Bakugo and his lackeys play heroes in the playground.

You look up into his soft doe eyes. “Yeah?”

“Are you okay? I..couldn’t help but notice you seemed to be sad.” Izuku says, looking concerned.

You smile in fake happiness, “I’m fine. Why aren’t you with them?” You gesture towards Bakugo with a nod of your head.

“Oh..well, cause I’m, y’know, quirkless, and stuff, he doesn’t want me to join in. Cause heroes have quirks..and they're playing heroes. Actually, why aren’t you with them?” He twiddles his fingers nervously.

You frown, “That’s stupid. You can be a hero if you wanted to Izuku. And I’m not with them cause Bakugo thinks a quirk called ‘pickpocket’ sounds villainy.”

He flushes, eyes widening, in hope you think. "Really..?" Practically ignoring what you said after.

You nod, "You can be one, Izuku." Secretly wishing he would assure you that your quirk wasn’t evil, but it’s not like you could talk.

He blinks, a bunch of unreadable emotions going through him. "Thank you.."

You pause, "What time is it? I think I have to go now." He frowns, "You haven't even been here that long." You pause, thinking of a lie.

"Er..I have an appointment." You say, hoping he believes it.

He pauses not quite believing it, but too nice to pry. "Ok..see you tomorrow?" He asks hopefully.

You smile and nod, relieved he somewhat believed you. "I'll try." He hoped he wouldn't question how and why you planned on going home. Or how you even got here at the park for that matter.

Yep, nothing suspicious about a five year old going to a park all by themselves.

You waved bye, “Bye Izuku.” As you left, you passed by Bakugo, and stuck your tongue out.

He glares at, looking like he’s about to say something, but you’re too far to hear it.

The walk home is adventurous. Following your parent’s advice, use and ‘practice’ your quirk’s abilities by ‘borrowing’ wallets. You knew it was wrong. But your daily practice helped your family get by. Granted, the least they could do was be proud of you for helping.

You make it home, dumping your pockets contents, save for some 5 dollar bills. “Mom.” You say, announcing your arrival.

Just another normal day as a low rank thief.

—————

You’re eight now. With a bigger knowledge of the world and reality then any child should know. Using your quirk everyday to see what’s inside other’s pockets, then pickpocketing it.

Downright evil. You can’t help but feel glad Izuku won’t ever get to know. He’d try to save you or whatever.

You still continue meeting up with him at the park, playing together. Even though he would probably like to visit you, and maybe a bit hurt that you refuse.

That is, till you see your parents die.

A completely normal day. Mother hits you for not meeting the quota. You don’t cry. You’re used to it.

Your dad doesn’t show up till late night, and frantic. He immediately starts packing up after a brief conversation with your mom and a lot of yelling. Soon your mom joins in, telling you to make yourself useful and help.

So you do. And right in the process of stuffing your saved and stolen money into all your pockets, you hear someone banging on the door.

And who could that be, so late at night? And why did your parents look so terrified?

“We’re too late.” Your mother utters, standing still in terror. “Late?” You question.

That snaps her out of it. “Hide in the cupboards. Now.”

You blink, “Why?”

“Just do it!”

More banging, and curses.

She grabs your old stuffed dog toy, long discarded, and shoves it into your hands. “Don’t make a sound, and hang onto that.”

She pushes you into a cramped cupboard, and you protest. “Stay here and if you hear anything, don’t scream, don’t cry, don’t make a sound. Got it?”

You blink in shock, “Why..?”

She deeply inhales, “Your father borrowed money from people, bad people. So now they want to hurt him. And they don’t care who. So hide.”

That shuts you up. You nod, and your mother sighs, “Good. And don’t come out till you hear absolutely nothing.” She pauses, and the door breaks. “I love you.” She closes the door, and leaves you in darkness.

You hear screaming, and gunshots. It makes you jump, and you close your eyes shut. You dare to crack the door, just a bit.

What you see makes you wish you had obeyed. Your blood runs cold. Your dad lies dead, bleeding from his head, eyes lifeless but wide open.

Your mom was a gun pressed against her head.

“Where’s the money!” The man, at least you think is on, barks.

“U-under the mattress!” Your mom manages to say.

Which she would be right. If not for the fact that while you were packing up, you had grabbed it and put it in your pockets. You stiffen. If your mom died, her blood would be on you.

One of the men stormed into your shared room. A bunch of noises of things getting tossed around, and he returned, shaking his head. “Nuthin.”

The man cocks the gun. “Last chance.”

“I don’t know!” She cries. The gun goes off. And your mom falls over in a pool of her own blood.

You almost cried out and got out of the darn cupboard. But you remember her words.

You wanted to go out there and kill them. But now is not the time. You grip the stuffie, practically strangling it.

You wake up in a cold sweat. You blink. Oh right. You are not eight anymore. You are seventeen, had some kills under your belt, and was living in a shoddy abandoned shed on the top of a rooftop.

You rub your eyes, thinking about how somehow, your eight year old self had stuffed everything they could into a backpack, opened the window and never looked back.

You even still had that darn stuffie. It was a miracle you had lived this long. No thanks to heroes.

Today was a new day of stealing, maybe killing if anyone got in your way. Granted, you had already gotten your revenge by slitting their throats with a knife, after a long three years of stalking.

And you did feel guilty for indirectly being the reason your mother died. And maybe the authorities were on your tail. But you had outrun them. Maybe. Probably.

You sigh, surveying your scars on your arm. Caused by getting into knife fights with low rank scum.

You get off the floor and your sad excuse of a mattress, and start your day.

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Oh wow….I- enjoyed that WAY more than I should of,we’ll time to let my mind run wild.

baby fever.

synopsis ↷ desperate times call for desperate measures. izuku makes you and your husband bakugou a mommy and daddy with his potent nut.

warnings ↷ pro hero au, breeding, pregnancy, unprotected sex, mentions of adoption & sperm donation, pining, infidelity, cucking, mmf threesome, male infertility, izuku has big breeder balls & a fat cock.

characters ↷ bakugou katsuki & izuku midoriya.

Izuku’s thick cock laid heavy on your tummy. Admittedly, he couldn’t remember the last time he’s been this achingly hard. The given situation was one Izuku never thought he’d be in— not even in his most perverted dreams.

“Come on, Deku.” Bakugou’s tone was harsh as he spoke to the green-haired man. “You fuckin’ promised you would get my girl pregnant so fuckin’ do it.”

Bakugou was infertile simply put. After a trip to a specialist, the doctor let you two know that Bakugou just didn’t have enough active swimmers in his sperm. Neither of you can count all the failed attempts at trying for a baby on both your hands combined. Unfortunately, it was something that couldn’t be helped with the doctor advising you to look into adoption and, well, a sperm donor.

Adoption was a high possibility, but neither of you was particularly fond of the idea of a sperm donor. It was the anonymity and the cold transactional feel of the whole ordeal that was unsettling and rather... off-putting to you both. As the weeks went by, the fear of not being able to have a child organically was really starting to settle in you both after the last few desperate attempts to try to get pregnant ultimately failed again.

Things went quiet after that. It was almost an unspoken rule to not bring the matter up anymore. Both parties were equally upset. You have to cope with potentially never being a mother while Bakugou fights his own demons— beating himself up for not being a husband that can provide everything for you in every single aspect of your life. It was mentally exhausting— you both were drained.

It was you who suggested the idea to your husband one night after a hero’s charity gala event. Everything was well throughout the night, that was until you grew envious of Izuku and his wife sharing pictures of their most recent newborn. That would be baby number three for the seemingly perfect couple. Bakugou noticed your change in mood that night, going from sweet and congratulatory to a shift into a more reserved and detached demeanor. He knew what was wrong but all he could provide at the moment was a reassuring hand on the small of your back followed by a chaste kiss to your temple.

You remember sitting at your vanity removing the last of your makeup when you brought up the conversation. Your nerves were getting the best of you but it didn’t stop you from trying.

“Katsuki,” You called softly, eyes looking at his relaxing form on the bed through your mirror. Your hands reached for the soft and fluffy material of the panda headband you often wore while doing your skincare routine.

“What is it?” Bakugou answered gruffly, his eyes still locked on his phone while he scrolled through his various social media. While you put the headband on, your mind churns trying to find the right words to say.

“What about... Midoriya?” Your voice was careful and cautious as if it were stepping on eggshells. It went silent for a few seconds before he spoke again.

“What about that twerp?” Bakugou sat up slowly and locked eyes from behind you through the reflection of the mirror. You mentally rolled your eyes at his juvenile words— even years after graduating from UA, some things never change. Your upper half turned around in the chair, your arm resting on the back as you looked at him.

“He can give us a baby.” You said.

That’s how Izuku found himself in the position he was now, seconds away from fucking his childhood best friend’s wife pregnant. There is no denying that there’s a bit of history between you and Izuku. Bakugou may have your long-lasting love, but Izuku was your first love once upon a time. Seeing you spread out underneath him like this once again after so many years stirred up deep feelings he’s repressed to such a degree that he believed those emotions didn’t exist anymore— that he grew out of them. He realized now that hadn’t ever been the case. Izuku almost feels sick, he’s been “happily” married for about three years now. What are these feelings? He remembers when you told him the news that you and Bakugou had gotten engaged. The cheerful smile on his lips couldn’t have been a bigger lie. “Repress. Forget. Ignore.” is what Izuku forced himself to do, eventually believing his own lie and “moving on.”

“Don’t wanna wait anymore— fuck me, please.” You whine and roll your hips upward in hopes of any kind of friction. Bakugou sat beside you both, his own cock hard and standing at attention embarrassingly enough. He didn’t have to be there, but he wanted to. It made sense, right? Obviously, he wanted to be present for his kid’s conception. It was only fair for him to be present. Bakugou insisted that it wasn’t for anything else, but the way his cheeks were flushed a peachy shade of pink indicated otherwise.

“Move.” Bakugou intervenes with a grumble. Izuku sat on his knees letting the blond hike one of your legs up, nearly pinning your thigh to your chest by cupping the back of your knee.

They watched your wet cunt visibly flutter around nothing before Bakugou took his middle and ring finger and plunged them deep into your cunt earning an explicit mewl from your lips. Izuku watched Bakugou twist and scissor his fingers a couple of times before slipping them out of you and bringing them up to the freckled man’s face.

“See that?” Bakugou asked. Izuku’s mouth watered watching the way the wetness from your hole coated Bakugou’s thick fingers making them glisten in the low-lit bedroom. Two clear thin strings of slick connected his digits as he spread them further apart. “Means she’s ovulating. Cunt’s begging to be bred.”

“Kacchan.. I—” Izuku’s gaze torn away from his fingers, anxious emerald irises met a pair of unyielding vermilion ones. “Are you both sure about this?” his brows are knitted upward in the center.

“Please, Midoriya,” The gentle plea followed by the dainty hand grabbing around his cock made him shutter. Izuku looked down at you with glossy eyes as you worked your hand up and down his shaft with the lightest touch. The precum he was producing was dribbling on your supple tummy and leaving behind a slick patch of wetness on your skin.

“Give us a baby, please. We can’t do it without you.” You spread your thighs further, slipping the head of his cock past your folds and against your clit a few times before aligning him up with your hole.

Izuku failed to notice Bakugou slip behind him until the blond’s lips were at his ear lobe, the tickle from his breath gave Izuku goosebumps.

“Fuck a baby into ‘er, Number 1,” Bakugou whispered, there was hidden aggression behind the nickname. “I won’t ask again.” He provokes. As much as Bakugou hates to admit it, Izuku was the only man he trusted enough to fuck his wife let alone get her pregnant. Izuku was the most fit in his opinion, besides himself or maybe, Kirishima. But with the lack of children on his end and the fact that Izuku had history with you in the past, it was clear what the obvious choice was.

Bakugou watched from over Izuku’s shoulder, his large hands roaming up and down his abs until he was eventually kneading at his big pecs. Bakugou’s eyes were locked on how slowly he entered you, how Izuku’s fat cock split your tight cunt open. Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape and your brow furrowed the more he pushed into your hole. Izuku’s bottom lip was tucked between his incisors desperately trying to hold back a moan. The stretch from his shaft separating your walls burned but it was so pleasant to be filled to the brim. His cock had a nice curve that hit all the right ripples inside of you. Once he was fully bottomed out his trimmed green bush met your clit.

“How does he feel, princess?” Bakugou asked.

“Feels good, Katsu,” You whimpered. “’S so big, baby.”

“Yeah? Stretching out your greedy cunt so well, ain’t he?” His vulgar words made Izuku’s cock twitch inside of you and a moan, rather a whine, escaped his lips.

It didn’t take long for him to start pounding into your poor cunt. Bakugou’s large hands gripped Izuku’s hips, guiding his pace and movement. The relentless pace was almost painful with men making it their mission to get his cock as deep as it could go into you. Izuku had your thighs spread and hiked up. Every time his pelvis rammed into you, the tip of his cock was blatantly kissing your cervix just begging to enter your womb. Bakugou’s cock rubbed against the curve of Izuku’s plump ass while his pearly straight teeth sunk into the younger hero’s skin, leaving deep, red bite marks behind.

All three of you were so, so close— just needed a little bit more.

“M-Midoriya— need- need your cum, need it-” You managed to speak between his hard thrusts.

“You’re gonna be a mommy soon, (Name),” Izuku let out. He sounded breathless, almost like he couldn’t speak. “Gonna make you both a mommy and daddy,” He was close, his voice was wavering just as much as his hips.

“Hah, yeah?” Bakugou grabbed a fist full of Izuku’s hair, yanking his head back so his Adam's apple was on full display. “You fuckin’ better.” The blond gritted into his ear, his cock rubbing against him harder and at a quicker pace. Izuku’s eyes were closed, brows furrowed and his mouth hanging open in complete ecstasy. He could feel you clench around his cock, your orgasm took you by surprise. It started tiny, deep in the pit of your belly until it erupted into strong waves and made your lower half shake into a fit. You felt a bit of wetness come from your cunt as your walls contracted around him.

“‘M gonna fill her up, Kacchan. G-gonna fuck a baby into her.” Izuku moans out in almost a delirious state of euphoria.

“Do it. She’s begging for it, Deku.” Bakugou nips at his ear. “Make me a daddy.”

As if on cue, Izuku’s painted your velvety red walls white in copious amounts. He unloaded every last drop he had held in his balls as if he’s been saving up for years to stuff your womb with his seed. You’ve never felt quite this full. The only way you could describe the feeling was being a water balloon that was actively being filled with a warm substance that was thicker than water. Izuku’s balls twitched as he continued to stuff you full, there was no way you were pregnant after this. He knew his seed was potent, it was almost dangerous. He was three kids now and none of them was a retry.

Bakugou on the other hand had his hand wrapped tightly around his cock jerking himself off hastily. He let out a low grunt of “fuck” before he spilled his cum on Izuku’s lower back, the milky substance running down slowly onto his ass. Izuku gave you a few more pumps, some of his seed was oozing out of your cunt already before he even pulled out.

Your belly felt so full and heavy, like a bitch in heat you just got bred. All you could do was lay there in complete bliss with your hand on your belly hoping that the next morning you would be a new mommy.

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deku is so fucking sleazy bro. he tries to act like he doesn’t care for the fame but he secretly loves. having people that literally worship him ? how could that not go to his head ! his favorites are the pretty girls with watery eyes that freeze up when they finally get a chance to meet him; they’re definitely the prettiest when he’s feeding them inch after inch of his cock. all innocent and doe eyed. it’s obviously too much , your cunt literally spasming around his cock, but you’ll never admit it. too afraid to let your number 1 down. because he’s here for you right ? took time out of his busy schedule to see you and you have the nerve to whine about how his fat dick is too much for your poor pussy ? and even if you did have the nerve complain and beg him to s-slow down , he’d just pick up the pace and fuck you harder. “t’aww, baby, you don’t mean it” his voice dulcet and deep, “m’so close, can’t stop now. pussy’s so good. you want me to feel good, right?”

breaking the headboard.

shoto, izuku, megumi, and gojo + female reader

smut, cursing, dom!reader for izuku (barely)

+ “you like that?” he whispered in your left ear, holding the back of your right leg to your chest with a bruising grip— letting the other dangle around his waist. “just a little more, i’m almost there babe!” you moaned, arching into him, ready to cum. “fuck, fuck- shit...”

todoroki shoto

he’s a little indifferent

and to be honest he doesn’t care, he’ll just buy you another

he’s got your ass hanging off the bottom of the bed, so every thrust shoots up your cunt and straight to the headboard. honestly, it was hot at first, the slamming on the wall matching his pumps— “so good sho, keep going, please don’t stop!”

you dug your nails into his hip bone and he let out a loud groan, grabbing your hips and making you meet his final few thrusts, and they were hard. making your head bounce off of the bed as you screamed at your insides being churned like butter

you didn’t hear a crack, you didn’t hear half of the headboard fall onto the floor, and hell— you really didn’t give a fuck

bakugou katsuki

embarrassed embarrassed embarrassed

he would usually be cocky but he usually controls himself better than that…

“fuck yes, baby!” you drawled, clawing at his thighs which were slapping harder and harder onto your own— undoubtedly leaving a bruise. “mhm, like that?” he grinned as a bead of sweat from his eyebrow swept over his jawline and dropped onto your cheek.

his hips were catching a cramp, but he didn’t want to disappoint you, so he placed a hand on top of the headboard and pushed through. while nearing your orgasm, you clenched around him, he couldn’t fucking take it.

“yes like that, just like th-” your orgasm was cut off by a loud explosion and his hips coming to a halt. “suki’ what the fuck?” you were used to his hands sweating and him letting off small explosions to regulate it— but they were never that loud.

when you turned to see what he was staring at, you were at a loss for words and he was beet fuckin’ red.

midoriya izuku

baby he’s horrified with you

if he was going hard enough to break your headboard, what about you?

“keep going zu’, being so fucking good for me!” you moaned, wrapping a hand around his head and one around his waist to pull him against you. from there, only his hips moved, pounding your pretty cunt with all he had— which was a lot.

“izu, izu, izu!” you chanted, and on the last it finally broke. you urged him to continue, waving the accident off but he insisted on pulling out and pushing your legs up to your chest and checking if your pussy was hurt or too swollen.

“i’m sorry baby, i got too exited.” // “izuku, i’m fine.”

fushiguro megumi

keeps hammering your cunt

what? was a broken headboard supposed to stop his nut?

the headboard was slamming against the wall, slamming. megumi’s anger was slowly being sucked away by your cunt, so warm and tight around his dick. he couldn’t help but go harder and faster, spilling curses every few second.

“g-god fuck…” “y/n, ughh…” “fuck me…” he whines loudly as the headboard splits. your mouth drops and you began to sit up, fushiguro groaned and pulled your legs to plop you back down.

“that can wait, lemme’ cum in your pussy first, please?”

gojo satoru

already happened twice, you never knew peace again

he will forever bring those moments up

“take it all baby, yeah~” he settles his forehead against yours and moans in your face. your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cum painting your insides, “so good gogo’” he chuckled at the dumb nickname as you caressed his back muscles.

“what do you wanna ea-” “let me break your headboard agai-” “no.”

His Obsession

18+

✖︎Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x fem!reader

✖︎Word count: 4.8k

✖︎Warnings: smut; noncon; dubcon; k!dnapping; Kn!feplay; blo*d; manipulation; yandere themes; izuku is a yandere; all characters are aged 18+

✖︎A/n: I have a prompt list with random themes and characters I spin a wheel for and this prompt landed on Izuku Midoriya and knife play! So here we go!

Izuku had been on his own a bit too long now. He’d been on a job in your city tracking a trail of criminal activity that had led him straight to you.

Wanted posters with your face plastered on them were hung across the walls of his dark and sad rental studio apartment.

He had maps everywhere with leads and sticky notes. Pins and strings were winding across them all in multicolored webs pointing to spots across the city you’d been linked to.

He knew the danger you posed to him especially.

Your quirk was a mind manipulation type. It made you drive men mad with lust. As far as the hero’s knew, you were able to do this through something like a telekinetic ability but to activate it, your whole body would break out into a blush. That was the only things he’d been told about you, other than that you’ve been using your charms to rob and manipulate people across your large city. No one quite knew the range of your powers, or if someone even looking at you through a screen could be affected.

Cursing under his breath he picked up a photograph of you that one of his informants had been able to get him and looked it over. You might have already been a problem for him even without your power.

He looked around the room at all of the other photos of you he’d gathered over the past couple months. The photos hanging by his bed were zoomed in on different body parts of yours; lips, legs, shoulders, fingers, eyes…one where your plaid yellow skirt had almost blown up in the wind.

He pinned the new photo up on his living room wall and put a new red string across to a second pin to mark on the map of where you were last seen.

You’d been starting to put together a crew of other villains that had quirks that could manipulate people, he needed to move in now before you took your crimes to a more grand scale.

Laying down in his bed he stared at the photos of you so close to him…you were so close to him, and he was so close to finally getting to you.

He imagined every night what it would be like to finally confront you, to finally get his hands on you…

The obsession of catching you had started to transform into an obsession of other sorts, and his hand often found his way underneath his boxers at night staring at photos of you. You were everywhere… everywhere in this city it seemed. Everywhere in his apartment as well, and he needed you everywhere around him.

He’d imagine that with your powers you had to have the sweetest pussy that he’d ever felt. He hated that you were out there using that perfect body to steal from people, making them drool over you with your charms. It wasn’t right. He wanted to, needed to teach you a lesson.

He tucked his favorite knife under his pillow, the metallic red hilt of it poked out slightly from his white pillow.

There were ways to reform a villan. He’d seen it happen. A few of his former classmates had told him how they’d taken some villains underneath them to teach them a lesson. He never thought he’d be one to need to do it; but, for you he’d do anything. You could be good, and you could be his.

———

You were standing in line at a small bank you’d planned on getting a bit of free cash from. Nothing huge so you didn’t bring any of your crew you’d usually keep around with you. This was just for some pocket change for dinner.

You were scoping out the tellers and trying to figure out how to make sure you got the cute older man with glasses at the first desk. He was pretty fit for his age and you wouldn’t have minded taking him out for a spin after you’d gotten some cash out of him.

You let someone go in front of you when the wrong desk opened up next for you. impatiently you hoped that he’d hurry up with the customer he was with. You wore your favorite low cut shirt and short skirt that you liked to have on when you were on a job. It was plain, no grand villain costume for you, just something cute and flirty. Men were easy, even without your quirk. sometimes all it took was shoving your tits forward in their face and they’d give you exactly what you wanted.

Finally the coast was clear for you to head forward. You put on your best flirtatious grin, and felt a small pink blush forming on your cheeks as you started to activate your quirk. that would guarantee you’d be the most appealing woman this guy had ever laid eyes on. At least for while you had your quirk activated he’d think so. He’d have no choice. Even after you’d linger in his mind from time to time if he stared too long at the blush on your cheeks and the way it almost swirled hypnotically under your skin. That was your plan at least. To take all you can but leave nothing but memories of you for their jerk off library.

You barely took one step forward before you were stopped frozen in your tracks. you felt the back of your shirt lift slightly by rough fingertips and something cold and sharp touched the skin of your lower back.

“Tell them never mind, we forgot something in our car.” A quiet voice growled from behind you.

Your jaw hung open slightly. You weren’t sure what to do but every instinct in you that wasn’t keeping your knees from buckling was telling you to listen to the command.

“N-never mind, sorry.” You stuttered speaking to the bank teller then walking out of the line.

The mysterious man behind you still held the blade to your back and walked with you.

“We forgot s-something…” You rushed as fast as you could, trying not to make a scene.

The man walked you to his car, a black SUV, a rental by the looks of it. He shoved you forward against the door face first. Your chest was pressed up against the window and your cheek hit the car hard enough to bruise. He then grabbed your arms, those rough and battered fingers digging sharply into your skin with a power you knew you’d never resist. He put them both behind you and slapped a pair of handcuffs on your wrists.

“You are under arrest for theft, and sexual coercion.” He grunted as he secured the metal handcuffs with a click as they locked into the tightest he could get them without cutting off circulation.

You heard the shuffle of his feet moving against the gravel between your own feet. A knee roughly shoved one of your legs aside. even though you had panties on under your skirt you felt exposed there in the parking lot.

You did a quick glance up to see that it was unfortunately a very empty lot and he had you positioned on the side of the car where any passersby might see.

You felt a nauseating chill -and though it was only because you couldn’t help it- you felt excitement in your core as he started to brush the front of himself against you. He was hard.

You opened your mouth to say something but he suddenly and roughly grabbed you by the shoulders and spun your trembling figure around to face him.

His wavy dark hair fell over angry eyes and a terrifying expression. You recognized him instantly. Though he seemed so much different than you’d seen him on television. Instead of his hero’s outfit, he wore casual loose black jeans and a black hoodie with a black baseball cap, likely to try and disguise his appearance.

Pro hero Deku, one of the strongest heros currently in the game. And supposedly a sweetheart, and good man.

The crazed, widened eyes on face in front of you had you questioning if tabloids had done him wrong. With that knife in hand he looked scarier than most villains you’d worked with in the past.

“I’ve been trying to find you for a long time. You really haven’t been behaving.” He held the knife up to your face, scolding you with it like he was wagging a finger at you.

You felt yourself shudder as your body tried to slump away from the knife the best it could without jerking away from him in a way that might set him off more.

He looked you up and down silently, giving you a terrifyingly casual smirk suddenly before commanding you.

“Now get in the car.” shoving you aside and opening the door you’d been in front of before roughly forcing you in.

He drove you back to a small studio apartment in a part of town you knew well. It wasn’t an area you liked being in. It gave you an uneasy feeling out here. The streets were littered with trash and rats and it felt like there was just a thick layer of smog everywhere more than the rest of the city.

You wondered what a pro hero like him was doing here. Even more strange was why he was even taking you here, instead of a police station.

You gulped nervously. Now that you think of it, you hadn’t heard him call your arrest in to anyone at all. Wasn’t that standard to do?

As if reading your mind he spoke from in the front seat.

“The only one that knows you’re here is me…” A trembling, but excited smirk came across his lips, he seemed like he was starting to sweat slightly.

“Sorry, I’m just so nervous” He chuckled. “I’ve never tried rehabilitation before…so it’s like you’re my first!” he grinned a large smile at you.

You had no idea what he was babbling on about. You were only wondering if when he opened the door you could just use your charms to let you make a run for it.

He stepped out for a moment, gathering a few things from the trunk into a black backpack before putting it on and walking over to your door.

The blush came back to your cheeks and your pupils turned into hearts as you activated your quirk fully.

He swung open the door and you met him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster and a pout on your lips.

“Deku…please, I think I just need to go home.” You flirted. “I can give you something sweet before I go if you want.” You winked at him, with no intention to let him have an inch of your body.

He stalled for a moment, looking you up and down. You bent over slightly so that he could stare down your shirt better. You heard a small sharp intake of breath, and his hands twitched at his sides, like he was resisting the urge to reach out and grab you.

You smirked. They always fall for your charms.

Suddenly, Izuku started breaking out into a crazed laughter, throwing his head back and clutching a hand to his stomach with the hand that clutched the knife tightly still. Your expression fell and your body tensed up, suddenly realizing you weren’t safe from this anymore.

“Honey, that’s not going to work on me.” His eyes met yours. “I’ve been attracted to you. For a while.” He leaned forward down to your level, getting close and dragging the knife across your cheek. The feeling of the cold metal made you tremble.

“I figured the best way to get immune to your charms was no different than building up a tolerance to poison.” He spat out that last word at you, glaring at you as his eyes flicked from yours to your lips and back. He was mere inches away now, and still holding the knife to your skin.

“I’d cum to you every night, sometimes many times a day, just so when I finally got you that you wouldn’t have any affect on me.” The look he gave was unashamed, though what he said had you hanging your jaw open.

He what?

You weren’t blind to the idea that often the men you enchanted would need to go home and take care of themselves later. But, this man you’d never met, this hero no less…thinking of you that way, that often. You gulped and felt it hard to swallow.

He stepped back from the car, grabbing you by your arm and dragging you into the building.

You did try and struggle against him as he pulled you into his apartment, but it was never going to be any use. Your strength matched with his was an absolute joke, and you knew the knife wasn’t the only threat that he had here. Waving around the knife seemed to be more of a show for himself than anything. It didn’t make it less threatening though.

With your hands still behind your back he pushed you forward and you stumbled inside his apartment. He gave you a few more heavy shoves as you clumsily tripped over your own feet and landed stomach down onto his bed.

Your skirt fell up as you landed, your bare ass cheeks now exposed to him on the bed. You heard a sinful and desperate moan from behind you.

You quickly tried to cover yourself back up the best you could, a real blush forming on your cheeks slightly.

Izuku practically growled at seeing the flash of skin you’d accidentally given. He jumped on you and straddled you, sitting on the back of your thighs so that your ass was directly in front of his clothed erection.

You gasped and tried to squirm forward to release yourself from being pinned. Useless and hopeless of course.

This felt so wrong. You weren’t a saint yourself, but this man was supposed to be a top pro hero. A good guy.

You’d seen him on posters and always thought he was such a pretty man. One you’d love to ruin. Of course you’d thought of it. Who doesn’t fantasize about a pro hero from time to time. Not like this though…

Gone was anything resembling a hero. He was just an insane looking man with a knife in his hand and a devilish smirk on his face as he lifted the skirt up further.

“Fuck.” He hissed out. His hands shooting to massage at the plump cheeks. You whimpered out in protest at the feeling.

“Deku…please…what are you doing.” You sputtered your words out against the gray blanket on his bed your face was now buried in.

He grabbed your hair in the back roughly and turned your head so that you got a good visual of what was plastered all over his wall.

You felt cold ice in every limb at the sight. All of the photos of you on display right where he’d been sleeping…every night. You were repulsed and terrified. This wasn’t a normal investigation for him. He wasn’t just tracking down a villain, this had become something more for him. You’d had your own stalker and hadn’t even realized.

It hurt where he was still pulling at your hair. You didn’t dare struggle against him though. With the hand not holding your head down, you knew he still had that knife close and ready to use.

He lowered his face down next to yours, his cheek just ever so slightly brushing against your skin. You flinched away and that seemed to set him off.

“You’re going to have to get used to me little slut.” He then brought his lips to yours and sloppily kissed you. Again you tried to flinch away but he held you right to him in an uncomfortable attack.

You felt his hips starting to press deeply into you and grind against your ass. His hard cock was aching to be set free.

He needed this so badly. He’d been waiting for too long to have you beneath him like this. He told himself this was the perfect time to teach you a lesson. You deserved to be taught a lesson.

He pulled away from you and sat up again to get a good visual of the way he had you in front of him.

“Don’t. Move.” He spoke quietly, but in such a chilling tone that you instantly froze up and obeyed.

He then took the knife and put it to the back of your neck. Slowly he trailed it down, not enough to cut through the fabric of your shirt, but enough for you to feel the tickle of the blade against you.

It sent a shudder across your body and at that your stomach flipped, hoping you hadn’t twitched at all and made him cut you.

“You’re shaking little slut.” He chuckled breathily the knife stalling at your lower back.

His other hand grabbed tight to your hip and he pressed down holding you still to the bed.

“Don’t move.” He repeated hastily and excitedly in a raspy voice.

His hand left your hip and he pulled at your panties.

He took the knife and cut along the fabric of your underwear right over your crotch. You sucked in a tight breath as he was trailing dangerously close from your clit to your asshole. He then set the knife down on the bed next to you. Taking your panties between both hands and ripping it further leaving everything exposed in front of him.

You squirmed harder at this. He gave your ass a hard smack, causing it to redden instantly. You knew how hard he was capable of hitting. the fact that you knew that was probably the most reserved he was capable of being made you feel like death might be easier than what was about to come here.

“Deku…please don’t.” Without many other options to stop this, you tried to turn your quirk on again and woo him into letting you at least have it more gently

Your whole body covered in a slight blush for a moment as you activated it.

To no avail though. Izuku gave your ass an even harder smack. You yelled out at the sharp sting and your eyes squeezed tightly shut. It felt like that one already was developing into a bruise.

You could hear a snicker from behind you.

“It’s not gonna work, naughty girl. Like I said..” he pointed to the pictures of you on the wall.

You looked again through tear blurred eyes again to see the one in particular of your skirt almost flying up.

“I got off to you all the time. I'm immune to your charms.” He started to unbuckle his pants. “At least enough to do this my way.” He grunted as he took his thick and throbbing length out from his pants.

You hoped that the power he extended through the rest of him didn’t reach there, but you knew that’d be reaching for too much luck.

He was huge, and veiny and angry and dead set on being inside of you.

“I am going to teach you what happens to naughty girls like you that whore themselves out to commit crimes. Making good people cum in their pants over you, even if they don’t want to?” He spat at you.

You felt his plump head pressing against your entrance.

He tried to tease you slightly but he saw that you weren’t at all ready for him.

You were going to be reluctant it seemed. But, he didn’t care. He moved back and angrily shoved your legs further apart in one motion, using his knees, and went to enter again. This time with more force, not wanting to have to try again.

“It’s about time you learned what it feels like to be forced to...” he lost his words as he sucked in a sharp breath. The feeling of your walls sucking him inside so tightly had his eyes already rolling back. His lower half shuddered and he realized he was right, you had the most perfect pussy he’d ever been inside.

His hands gripped into your hips so tightly you were scared he’d forget what he was doing and snap you in half.

His head was hung back and he’d stalled for a moment, before starting to move himself slowly.

You hated how he was filling you up so completely. Every time he pushed himself all the way in your body was betraying you with a moan falling out reflexively from your lips.

He seemed pleased at this and continued to give you deep thrusts, his hips pounding against your ass. His breath hitched in his throat when he locked on to the way your ass was jiggling and rippling each time he smacked against it.

“Fuck you’re so good…” he moaned, grabbing the handcuffs by the chain between them. He used the motion to pull you up, making you arch your back and making him slide even deeper inside of you, kissing painfully against your cervix.

You let out a small scream as he started to pound into you roughly like this.

He didn’t seem to mind your protest though. In fact he might have even liked it.

“Guess you don’t make all the men you trick fuck you like this Hm?” He slammed up into you in one rough and painful movement. “Gonna have to show you why it’s a bad idea to go around offering yourself to everyone like a slut.” He grabbed your head again and shoved you back down onto the bed, pressing your face into the blankets but lifting your hips up into doggystyle.

“Please…stop…” you sobbed, hating the filled up feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your walls. He filled you up in a way that was making your pussy throb all over.

You couldn’t help it though. You couldn’t stop your body from enjoying the feeling.

With each unwanted movement, you also were overwhelmed with the reality that he was good with what he was doing. It wasn’t fair.

With no warning the blade of the knife was back against your ass.

You could feel the tip cut slightly against your skin. Not very deep, but enough that you knew he’d broken skin.

“FUCK” you screamed, “What the fuck!”

You heard chuckling from behind you, a raspy and breathy series of laughs. He was so far gone in the moment he might have lost his original plot of trying to rehabilitate you.

He wasn’t sure what lesson he really wanted to teach you at this point. Now that you were here all he really wanted was to never let you leave. Maybe that’s all this ever was about.

You looked so good in person, everything he’d ever dreamed of in a girl. You felt even better. It was just a shame you were a dirty slutty villain. He realized that was the real reason he needed to rehabilitate you.

He’d make you his. His good girl instead of the dirty criminal that you were.

That required a lot of hard lessons though.

“Please…” you sobbed

A trickle of blood ran down your ass cheek from the cut, he wiped it off with the sleeve of his hoodie in awe. he never realized how pretty blood could be until he saw it on you. He’d been around it plenty, but this felt like something else.

To test it he stopped his movements and gave another small cut to the other cheek.

“NO!” You screamed out. He simply smirked at that, letting his thumb run over the cut this time smearing the crimson red across your skin as he picked back up his torturous pace.

The power surging from him being inside you was something you could practically feel. His quirk was something terrifying when he wasn’t being a hero.

It also started to feel like a slight bit of static inside of you along with every pump, he was directing a bit of his power to his entire pelvic area. Whether on purpose or accident you couldn’t tell, but the pace was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

You felt your stomach tightening and you started to clench around his dick.

“Deku…stop…don’t wanna…c-cum” you whined with tears flooding down your face now.

His face lit up at this.

“You’re gonna cum? Shit..” he reached around between your legs and found your clit with two of his fingers. He flicked the swollen area between his middle and index quickly.

“N-no! Please no!” You cried out, though it was useless. His attack on your clit continued, flicking and massaging it with just the right amount of pressure.

It sent you fully over the edge. You shivered as the waves of guilty euphoria were pulsing throughout you. Tears were pouring as well, any makeup you had on was down your face with the wetness as you were sobbing at your body’s betrayal.

Izuku looked down at the way your messy face was pressed ruined against the mattress. All for him. All his now. He’d give you all the lessons you needed. Show you how you’re all his and you don’t need to go around being a slut anymore.

“Tell me this pussy belongs to me now.” He hissed out at you as he was smacking his hips relentlessly against your ass.

“W-wha” you blubbered out.

“You heard me whore.” He grunted as something he did seemed to feel particularly good. “Say it.”

You whimpered, not wanting to give him this, but knowing you didn’t have much choice.

“My pussy is yours now Deku.” You cried out.

He seemed pleased at this, and started fucking into with an even wilder pace. Lots of ‘fuck’s and ‘damn’s were being repeated and you could feel yourself sore with the feeling of his brutal pace.

“Deku it hurtssss” you whined. Something in that seemed to set him off, his eyes widened and he let out an animalistic growl.

“Oh my goddd I can’t keep it in…” he mumbled, slowing his pace and becoming more uneven with his thrusting.

“Gonna cum!” he let out a hoarse cry as he collapsed on top of you, bucking his hips over and over clumsily as he spilled inside of you, letting out a series of ‘oh my god’s.

He pulled out and instantly put himself back inside his pants. You were sat still dripping and full of the cum he’d left there.

“Absolutely disgusting.” He chuckled. “Villains are absolutely disgusting.”

He shook his head at you before shoving you over onto your side.

“I might’ve gotten a bit carried away. But I guess I have to work up more of a resistance to your quirk than I thought. You really do bring out people’s inner animal with that.” He glared at you. “It’s dangerous. Too dangerous even to put you in prison. You’ll just manipulate the guards.”

You now saw that he was moving towards a spot on the bed you hadn’t noticed, a sturdy metal bar with another set of handcuffs on it.

He forced your arm to it and hooked you in to the new handcuffs. Taking the old ones off and tossing them aside.

“I think it’s safer for everyone if you just stay here with me.”

The terror must’ve shown on your face because he gave you a small kiss on your forehead.

“It’s alright. I won’t need to be mean to you once you’re rehabilitated.”

You realized he’d picked the knife back up at some point, as it was being waved around in your face.

He then walked away to his kitchen that was still in the eyeline of his bed, to get himself something to drink.

“I’ll figure out a way to get out of here. you’re no different than me for this Deku” you spat that last bit. “You’re a villain now too.”

He ran back over to you, jumping on the bed in a crouch like an animal and grabbing your face roughly.

“No sweetie, that’s not true. You’re the villain here, and I’m the one teaching you a lesson. Just like it’s always been.” He gave another menacing smirk as he saw you shaking slightly. “Anyways, it’s your fault. You brought it out in me, flaunting it around all over the place.”

You had a feeling you’d flown too close to the sun with your quirk. How could you be so stupid to not realize it would eventually get the wrong hero too riled up.

He had become a feral animal when it came to you.

“So, like you said, you’re mine now.”

Tits or Ass-Deku

Tits

Deku, who helps you clip your bra clip sometimes. Sometimes he unclips it and won’t clip again.

Deku,who can’t help but to stare at your tits when your sleep.

Deku, lets you got out in public without a bra sometimes with a thin cotton tank top, your nipples as hard as bullets.

Deku, who takes you in a bathroom stall and fucks you hard while playing with your tits, sucking on them, leaving marks.

Deku, who likes boobjobs every time you have sex. It starts with on and ends with one.

Deku, who after sex, sucks your nipples to sooth both you and him.

Deku, who motorboats you whenever he’s drunk or whenever he’s filled with joy and needs to calm himself.

Subby whiny boys who cry so pathetically for you :(((

Featuring: Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Kyojuro, Satoru, Suguru, Megumi, Itadori, Choso, Izuku, Denki, Kiri, Denji, Jean, Connie, Armin, + any of your faves!

MDNI, smut/NSFW under the cut.

It’s mean, the way you’re jerking him off so quickly, flicking your wrist every time you get to the leaky tip. His hips stutter and press back into the mattress, trying to wiggle away from your ruthless handjob. He’s already came twice, the overstimulation beginning to get to him as tears spill from his eyes, whiny moans and whimpers leaving his bruised lips. “B-baby please, can’t cum anymore. ‘S too much.” And you only hum in response, licking the tears rolling down his cheeks, running your thumb over his tip and kissing his nose. “Aww, but you’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. You can gimme another, can’t you? Be my good boy and cum one more time? I’ll let you eat me out after, honey. I promise. That sound good?” He lets put a pitiful whine as your hand speeds up, but his cock twitches at the promise of eating you out. Getting to taste your pretty pussy, get your juices all over his face, make you cum all over his tongue. You tighten your hand around the base of his dick and he whimpers, letting his head fall against the pillows as his eyes roll back. His mouth falls open and his hands fall to your shoulders, lightly pushing you away like he wants you to ease up, only for his hips to move in time with your hand. No sounds come from him until he’s shooting thin ropes of cum, a loud, strangled moan echoing in the room as his load lands all over your hand and his stomach, as pitiful as it was. Less than the two other times, but just as powerful, since it leaves him twitching and his thighs shaking. Pressing a kiss to his drool soaked lips, he whimpers when your thumb grazes his sensitive tip, whining against your lips. “Y-you promised.” Cooing softly, your free hand rubs his thigh, feeling it tense when your hand wraps around his dick again. “‘M sorry baby, can’t help myself. You’re just so pretty when you cum. I promise this is the last one, okay? Just wanna see your pretty face one more time.”

Kinktober Day 20: Free Use (Rising Star)

Day 20: Free Use Title: Rising Star Pairing: Bakugou, Kirishima, Shouto, Deku x Reader Word Count: 5k Warnings: Villain AU. Noncon, free use, cumflation, belly bulges, knifeplay, branding/burning, degradation, humiliation, forced filming, forced orgasms, kidnapping, drugging, bondage, yandere Note: Ooh boy, this one is very very intense and very very long. I have been working on it all day, so hopefully you guys like it!

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“I think she’s starting to wake up,” a man’s cold and distant voice speaks up.

“About fuckin’ time,” another angrier voice growls.

“Oh come on, do we really want to scare her from the very beginning?”

“I know I do,” someone says with a dark giggle.

You try to move a bit, only to hear the loud clanking of chains. Someone’s hand runs up your bare thigh, and you tremble as you try to open your eyes.

“Still so sleepy. Maybe we drugged her a bit too heavily.”

“I’m tired of fucking waiting,” you hear heavy footsteps walking towards you, and then a defeanening roar at your ear. You startle awake instantly, eyes flying open to see an annoyed looking face. His hair is blonde and spiky, and his eyes are a furious red. You notice explosions crackling along his palms and realize that must have been the noise you heard.

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keep me warm

This piece is part of the Citrus Dome server’s “snowed-in” collab! Click here for the masterlist uwu

The local news station hailed it as “the storm of the century,” and they weren’t wrong. You’ve watched the snow pile up beyond the window, building from a light dusting on the grass to literal knee-high drifts. And it shows no sign of stopping. The place you’re stranded is stocked up on groceries, you’d charged every electronic device to your name, and you’d cranked the thermostat as high as it would go until the inevitable happens — The power goes out. 

So now you’re stuck indoors, with only a certain someone for company. The same someone you’ve been pining after for ages. Snow stacks up higher and higher outside. As the cold seeps in, and you both drift closer, you realize this was somehow the one thing you hadn’t thought to prepare for…

Word count: ~3k

Pairing: aged-up pro hero!deku x f!reader

CW/tags: mutual pining idiots, pretty vanilla, soft switch!deku and soft switch!reader, hair pulling, (1) choking, praise kink, oral, overstim

Notes: Shoutout to @m00ns0ng, @icarusburns747 & @andypantsx3 for the editing and morale support. Tagging @samuslut, @lumos-flies, @abswrites, @shinaus, @saint-eridell​ & @tomurasprincess​

“Do we have candles?” Deku called over his shoulder. 

“Yeah, I got vanilla scented candles. Just for you, baby,” you joked as you tried to find the missing matches with your phone’s flashlight. You missed Deku flushing red. You smelled like vanilla and he was all about it.

You had declared needing a vacation with your former U-A classmates and Deku was the only one who could make it. It paid off to organize a trip with somebody as organized and, um, prepared as Deku. The possibility of it being “the snowstorm of the century” didn’t escape you two; however, this was the only time you two could sync up for a vacation. And you both desperately needed one. 

Deku needed a break from being the #1 hero and you needed a break from your manager shafting any email he didn’t want to reply to you. Honestly, sometimes you questioned why you chose being a business student instead of a general studies student at U-A. Goddamn. 

Plus, the vacation spot was a lovely, scenic location far from the city. A cabin in the middle of the mountains with an! Outdoor! Hot! Tub! Super sick. You’d never admit to Deku that you excitedly texted Ochako screaming about the idea of going on a vacation just with him. 

The last time you two had gone on a trip by yourselves was post-high school graduation. The All Might museum road trip was possibly the nerdiest road trip you’ve ever taken but seeing Deku light up was cute as fuck. Except, it was different now. Deku had grown taller and carried himself in a super enticing way.

You were shining your phone’s flashlight to “help him” find the candles—not because you wanted to watch the way his back flex as he rummaged through the cabinets. No, not at all. 

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More Than Seven: Midoriya!

A bnharem collab

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All characters 18+

Deku?! x reader

Warnings: Sexy time, Mystery? Easy to solve tho, hair pulling, ass smackin’, cum filling, long shit…. You may have questions… X’D I really like this one!               Your brows furrowed when you opened the box. At first you had seen nothing but a gradient of green gift paper. But when you pressed down on the material you found that there was something firm beneath the wrap. When you dug through it you pulled up a book… ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’ by Alexandre Dumas. 

“How curious.” You mumbled as you turned the front cover. It was then that your eyes caught sight of the note written on the inside cover. The writing wasn’t the neatest you’ve ever seen but it was legible and that was all that mattered. 

‘I hope you enjoy this book on your travels. There is a train ticket at the back of this book. The train departure time is written on it. There are also snacks in the second box. I know the journey here may be long but I promise to make it worth your while. When you arrive in Kyoto there should be a man there waiting to take you the rest of the way. I hope to see you soon.’ 

You pupils were blown wide when you saw how far you’d have to travel. However this person had just paid for an impromptu vacation. And as you packed for the trip you didn’t feel that it was weird since you assumed that the other person wanted to be as discreet about this as possible. You received the second box the next day; the day of your departure. 

You grinned like a fool when you noticed that some of the treats in the box were your favorite goodies, some you grimaced at, But you weren’t all too bothered since this person didn’t know you and had included a wide variety. ‘At least they were thoughtful’ You mused, choosing the ones you’d take with you. 

You weren’t really worried about who you would meet since the ‘program’ made you fill out a bunch of information and promised to match you up with someone that wasn’t a wanted criminal, a kidnapper and/or dangerous. You were actually content that they had required tests from all applicants. You were glad that it had been so thorough quelling your thought that it might have been a hoax. 

The taxi taking you to the train station was late and you considered staying due to the butterflies in your tummy; ‘what if they were-’ Your mind ran wild with theories and speculations but the honking of the annoyed taxi driver was enough to get you to move. The commute was silent save for the radio playing the news. Another story about heroes saving people and being injured; the norm in Japan, and everywhere else in this superhuman world. 

You were scrolling through your phone as you waited for the train to arrive. A sudden update for an article peeked your interest  but at the same time the train had arrived. You slipped the device into your pocket and boarded. When you sat down you were going to go back to read the news but you saw the book peek out of your bag and decided to indulge in some reading….

As your mind took in the words and story you couldn’t help but feel conflicted. The plot was interesting but the actions of the character left you juxtaposed. You didn’t want to dwell on the heavy undertones of the book and continued reading till the train brought you to your destination. Your limbs were stiff so you reveled in the stretch you got when you went out to look for the man who was to take you to your mystery person’s location. 

A large man called you out in a deep baritone and motioned verified that he was to drive you to his employers mountain view home… It was in the middle of nowhere… And you were beginning to feel creeped out by the copious amount of trees infesting your sight for miles. Had it not been for the man making light conversation your worry would have gotten the best of you. 

“He’s a bit of an oddball but he isn’t so bad. Easy on the eyes too.” He reassured when you had asked. “Don’t be too worried he’s a good man, gave someone scary like me an opportunity to work.”

You smiled at that feeling much more relieved. You continued to make talk with the scarred faced man. When you had finally arrived at the traditional house you were in awe. 

“Close your mouth (Name), the flies here might think you’re giving them an invitation.” He chuckled. 

“Ha ha ha.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Thank you again Mr. S” 

“Not a problem.” He grinned. And you waved him off thinking it was a bit strange that he had a mask covering his eyes. You didn’t comment on it out of respect but it was still curious… You were stalling. But a drop splashing against your head was enough to make you move. You didn’t want to be wet before you even had the chance to ask his name… The note said not to bother with knocking and to come right in and you did. Surprised that one would leave the door unlocked.

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Fainted again... :-C

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝟏𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐧 & 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤

Pairings: Bakugo, Midoriya, Kirishima, Shoto, Iida, Denki, & Sero x Fem!Reader

Genre: Thirst, smut

Warnings: Twt vids, degradation, praise, spanking & use of “daddy”

Minors DNI

Katsuki Bakugo

after coming home from a long day of pro hero work, all he wants is to feel the tightness and warmth of your cunt. after quickly ripping off your clothes he gradually starts his usual rough and brutal pace. getting drunk off of how your gummy walls desperately try and hold onto him with each thrust. he watches how your eyebrows furrow and mouth drop open from seeing his thick cock penetrate your hole. “yeah? you like being fucked like a slut?” he uses his thick fingers to furiously rub your throbbing clit. throwing your juices off of his digits and right onto your face.

Izuku Midoriya

loves to rub his pink tip on your clit before sliding inside of you. he cherishes how his veins glide against the inside of your pussy. enjoying how your cum coats his cock “taking me so well sweetheart.” his praise causes you to clench around him, making him to groan at the action. even though he isn’t plunging into you, the thickness of his dick stretching you open is enough to make you cream all over him.

Ejiro Kirishima

enjoys the sound of skin slapping filling the room. he loves giving your ass a harsh smack as he fucks your needy cunt. can’t keep his hands from roaming all around your body. pulling out of you and watching you rub your ass on his dick makes him smirk. he spanks you for it “such a needy girl are we?” teases your pussy with the tip of his cock until you finally have enough and put him inside yourself.

Shoto Todoroki

feels content with you setting the pace. is mesmerized with how your pussy desperately clings onto his long dick. watching your cum create a white ring around him makes him twitch inside of you. loves the peek he gets of your asshole each time you slide up on him. “enjoying yourself princess?” he likes when you just use his dick just how you like.

Tenya Iida

missionary is his favorite position because he can lean down and hear your beautiful moans and pants directly into his ear. puts your legs on his shoulders so he can get a clear view of your tits bouncing for him. asks you to lay on your side so he can push his fat cock into your hole in a new angle. “your cunt is so addicting fuck.” pulls out just in time to cum all over your ass. loves the view of it tricking down and onto your asshole.

Kaminari Denki

you knew what was coming after you bent over in front of him ass naked. he couldn’t resist sliding down his sweats and boxers to ram into you. he loves to pound into your needy hole causing you to squeak and moan for him. your pretty noises motivate him to go even faster and pull your arm back to push himself as deep into you as possible. “fuckkk doll, you feel so good.” his golden eyes are glued to your ass jiggling against him.

Hanta Sero

pulls your body tightly against him so he can feel your hardened nipples press into his chest. your mind is filled with how his slender cock drags up inside of your pussy. your moans are muffled into his mouth as his lips press and bite onto yours. “my baby missed her daddy huh?” he leaves wet kisses all over your neck and starts to suck on your skin.

A/N: i’m so obsessed w the vid i used for bakugo’s…. read the villain version here

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I feel like izuku is the begging type of dom

Lemme explain

When he wants something but your busy or your not paying attention to him

" Darling come give me a kiss please"

" i want cuddles please" he says with a pout.

Or something like this

Izuku walks into your room and says " Darling you have been home all day and not once have you came and gave me a kiss nor a hug or even head scratches, did i do something wrong" izuku ask with a pout. " sorry izuku I thought you were busy you pull him so his sitting on the bed. You sit on his lap and put your arms around his neck. You start kissing him all over his face, on his cheeks, forehead, nose etc. " i want a real kiss honey" he says you kiss him on his neck like that baby?" No on my lips he says as he whines. You kiss him on the corner of his Mouth " is that better zuku?" You say with a smirk. " Baby please, give me a kiss, you give him a peck on the lips but he pulls you closer to deepen the kiss. "Should have gaven me what i wanted the first time I asked now i have to teach you a lesson" izuku said with a smirk.

Want some one to beg me for a kiss 😭

Oh wow?..

You never took into consideration about how much he stared. His eyes lingered over you in such adoration. You can’t even ignore him at this point.

You walk up to him as he watched you with flushed cheeks and a hard on scared that you’ll see his embarrassment. You already knew he was hard, you just never mentioned it yet. Before he knew it you were dragging him to your dorm room locking the door behind you as his hands desperately tried looking for something to grab onto before you grabbed them and held them before kissing him and pushing him onto the bed straddling him.

He busted in his pants… seriously? Oh wow…

Who would fit this topic?

♡∘˚ Gojo, Yuta, (aged up) Yuuji, Megumi.

♡∘˚ Shigaraki, (aged up) Deku, Kirishima, Denki.

♡∘˚ Bokuto, Hinata, Terushima, Yamaguchi.

♡∘˚ any other favs!

Runner's High

((banner by me! I don't own Horikoshi's work OR the mindblowing art of @gsony24~used w permission))

Pairing: Pro-Hero!Midoriya x reader (fem!Pro-Hero Reader)

Words: 2.5k

Rating: M | 18+ (begone, young heroes- Allmight is watching...)

Warnings: FOREPLAY (mostly kissing & touching), no piv, shower spicy times, Izuku is Foreplay King, pet names, post-mission stress relief, sweet fluffy times, married shenanigans ensue~

Summary:

How Izuku watched the news religiously almost every evening and still wasn’t tired of hero work after a long day of teaching it, you truly couldn’t fathom– especially since he's dipping back  into action himself these days! Though now as you are currently the feature of a televised villain chase alongside his oldest friend, you completely understood his fervor tonight of all nights. He pays you a love-filled congratulations on a job well done~ “Want me to run a shower for you? Get you all cleaned up, relaxed, and back in your waiting man’s arms?” “You better not let me out of these arms unless it’s to get these clothes off.” “I can take care of that too, love. First things first~”

A/N: Spicy Deku lovin' on his pro-hero wife~ that's the fic

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“Honey!!” Izuku’s mop of green hair whirls around from where he’s been crouched at your coffee table, rushing around the furniture to meet you, “They just finished coverage, I saw the whole thing!!”

Despite your initially quiet entry into the house, you knew a calm ‘welcome home’ wasn’t possible with your darling spouse around. 

Kicking off against your initial lock of the door, you push yourself up and meet his enthusiastic steps with confident strides up into his waiting arms. He squeezes you tight as you breathe deeply for the first time all night, as he praises you for an excellent job well done.  

Ushing and gushing over you is standard business for Izuku, but when you respond to any kind of big heavy-hitting emergency, you’d best be prepared for a glowing lecture of how incredible you were. In detail. With footnotes.

How Izuku watched the news religiously almost every evening and still wasn’t tired of hero work after a long day of teaching it, you truly couldn’t fathom– especially since he's dipping back  into the hero world himself! Though now as you are currently the feature of a televised villain chase alongside his oldest friend, you completely understood his fervor tonight of all nights. 

All you can do is listen on to the praise-fueled rant and moan contentedly as he sways you in place, happy to stay in his space and never leave. You changed clothes at the relief zone, but wanting to get home to your husband meant you rushed the normal cleanup. Anything to expedite your departure and keep your runner’s high at the forefront of your mind. The debrief paperwork would be due by the start of business tomorrow: and that’s what the morning commute is for.

Izuku chuckles as you nuzzle him back in order to conveniently shut him up a little… but his chirps become even more surprised when your kisses grow firmer, more revved, with more nibble into each taste.

In your force, you’ve backed him up to the end of your dining table, his rear end hitting it with a small thud. Once he’s cushioned your joint collision with the wood surface, he’s freed up his hands to run the length of you in response.

Izuku’s always been this way– most sated when you’re home, even when he knows you’ve been successful in a fight. He just rests better knowing you’re back safe and sound and without a scratch on you. Given his previous and gratuitous ‘fighting strategies’, any day you come home unscathed is an extra dollop on the ‘win’ cake.

And don’t you just give off the impression of a treat, yourself. Dressed in a ‘Deku’ pullover and a winning smile is the perfect ensemble on you.

As you lean into every one of his touches and even go so far as to straddle a leg of his, Izuku holds you still for a second, and takes a deep inhale. 

“Hm...You smell like Kacchan.”

Part of your finishing move tonight featured a combo with none other than ‘Dynamight’, where you partnered up back to back and utilized your powers in full force- and in close quarters. 

While it’s a keen observation on his part, that comment turns up your nose. Burnt sugar and gasoline don’t exactly make an appealing mix to you.

“Ugh I know. Need’ta shower, sorry.”

“No, it’s ok! I don't mind it,” Izuku is quick to say and quicker to run his hands up and down your back. “I’m used to it, you know that! Just been a while since it’s uh– I’ve smelt it this strong.”

You rolled your eyes. Only he could idolize Katsuki Bakugou in this way, even as he’s recalling memories when he was on the receiving end of said hero’s blasts, back in training. Never once has Bakugou held back in practice or in gametime; he’d consider it an offense if you were to ever bring anything less than your best to the table; so go beyond, you did. 

But Izuku assures that he doesn’t think the combination of that heady scent is repulsive on you. Quite the opposite.

“It’s proof that you worked hard; you both did what you had to do. You saved the day, my love~”

You never get tired of hearing that. As a support hero, it's a largely thankless job. When you are acknowledged, it's usually en masse with other heroes like you from a grandstand: ‘without whom none of this is possible’. 

But to come from your man, who holds you in such high esteem no matter your hero ranking, it’s the only kind of praise you need. After tonight’s showdown, you might have very well proved yourself to Bakugou as well, but it’s not like he’d ever admit it to your face.

You leave it to Izuku alone: who makes it his job to build you up everyday. 

“You saved everyone. N’ hey- you’re my hero now, aren't you? All mine, for the rest of the night~” he speaks the claim as truth.

A happy-hearted sigh leaves you under the full grasp of his attention.

“Yeah…But if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather smell like you, not a pomeranian with bomb sweat and- ahhh- ah– anger issues...”

Kneading -and needy- hands rub your lower back muscles expertly and grab a handful of your ass while they’re at it.

Izuku kisses the sliver of your neck that’s just barely exposed; an excuse to offer his relaxation plan to you,

“M’yeah? Want me to run a shower for you? Get you all cleaned up, relaxed, and back in your waiting man’s arms?”

Tightening your hold, tugging him down his sweatshirt by the drawstring, you whisper back to him,  “You better not let me out of these arms unless it’s to get these clothes off.”

Izuku smirks but not without an excited shudder– still unable to shake your forwardness even months after you’ve married. Just as you’ve done for him when he’s come back from a tireless night on patrol, he kneels to start on your boots.

“I can take care of that too, love. First things first~”

He takes the greatest care when handling you- from every latch, button, and tie as part of your hero getup. Each element is what protects you, so he treats it with appreciation. He’s also extremely knowledgeable about how best to maintain each support item– slowing down to stow each piece away properly, where you’d normally rush through taking it off in favor of getting yourself out of work-mode. 

The change in pace is meant to subliminally teach you how to do it better, but you honestly love the special attention he spares to even your accessories, and claim an angelic ‘I like the way you do it’ to get out of the task entirely.

You’ll blame the adrenaline on it later, or maybe the power high you’re on from receiving more than a fair share in tonight’s mission success you didn’t typically get from the media…in either case, you feel on top of the world- and fully intended to carry that energy home, where Izuku alone will benefit. 

Sometimes you’ll chat away, while other times find you too tired to say anything at all… but here and now, you can’t help but let the tongue and your hands wander. 

To thank Izuku for this and all other efforts he makes to your benefit, you take advantage of this angle. From the moment you’re propping your foot up on his bent thigh in order for him to unlace you, he’s an easy target: he goes near brainless when you stroke through his hair while he carries on with a job, so you do just that. 

One long, smooth scratch along his scalp, and Izuku’s cheeks lift at the touch- until his face goes slack altogether at your words:

“They don’t make ‘em like you anymore, y’know that?” you sigh down to him, “My sweet boy…”

A little sound escapes him, soothed for a moment, until he doubles down and whines low in his chest, 

“Aww, don’t do that..”

Testing his limits, you settle on thumbing along his cheek instead, “Why not, baby?”

“This is s’possed to be ‘bout you..”

“Who says this isn’t for me?” you try for a scratch along the nape of his neck instead; it bears the same heavy-lidded result. “You’re who I work hard for at the end of the day, after all~”

Your husband gawks up at you, turning the tables on him so quickly. He shouldn’t be surprised because you were always so sweet on him… but it’s a show of his resolve how he shakes his freckled face at you with a knowing smirk and pats your other leg to switch sides. 

Someday you might win in the battle of who can outdo one another in love, but Mr. Midoriya seems to be winning this one. Must be because you’ve exerted enough for one day and he has one up on you– that’s the excuse you’ll cling to, that is. 

It’s not like he’s unaffected by you, however. What he will do is carry you off to the bathroom like you’re weightless with stars in his eyes, runs hot water while kissing every inch of skin he exposes.. and when he gets to your back, light sheen of caramel-y sweat exposed in its fullest, he finds himself wiping it off with particular prejudice before you can even step into the shower to wash it off completely. Makes you giggle, how funny he takes your word so seriously; he will get that smell off of you if you want it gone, dammit.

Seems there was a purpose to it after all, because in your mirrored reflection you catch sight of Izuku lapping up at the spot once offending you as it doubles now as pleasure. Sweetly and gently toying the line between being at your service and keeping you all to himself.

It’s a dance you love and are addicted to- especially knowing that this behavior out of your normally shy and doting sweetheart comes from a place of complete adoration and attraction to how capable and competent you are. That reciprocated oath is what you promised each other: to uplift and protect each other’s hearts, minds, and souls above all else~

Actions follow his promised words; Izuku knows nothing of half measures. 

He’s barely letting you stand under the stream of water without his hands or lips on you, washing you up and taking extra care with every crease and crevice… until of course you feel an extra wave of satisfaction when he gets analytical of your capture mission, and put you right back on the edge of jumping his bones:

Only he could turn hero commentary into steamy shower talk~ and you love it. 

“Y’know just when I think I know your tells… knees tucking in on your bike, making it change to your size.. squaring up, leaning into a curve- you still come up with these out-of-the-box ideas...”

It’s up to you to get your hair washed, since his attentions are squarely set elsewhere.

“Maximizing your output using another power source in your rear engines -siphoning Kacchan’s firepower like that-, gosh, that's… that's inspired! And not even straying an inch from your trajectory? I-I don't know how you do it, honey~”

Heavens, he’d better stop with this. Then again, do you really want him to? He’s so considerate, even now as he’s breaking down what he loved most about watching you while his hands busy themselves with that favorite sugar scrub of yours.

It’s about your skill, not just confidence. Your reasoning, not just the pared-down version you have to minimize for the press in order to not seem self-absorbed or take too much of their time. You might sum up your work in a more palatable way for the public when interviewed as you were and keep the conversation mission-based; Deku here knows full well that’s at the center of why you work as a hero! But beneath all that, listing out each of the things you know you put into plan and executed -minutiae that you spare the reporters on site- is a whole other level of attentiveness. 

No one knows you like ‘Zuku does. No statistician can catch those little moves, knowing you’ve put thought and training into every one. No bystander or fan adores you like he can, praising you the minute you come home as a gesture more meaningful than just to flatter you.

Izuku means to be your partner in everything; to be your anchor and the wind in your sails. When he can’t be alongside you in a mission together, he’s damn sure to be there the moment you can share space again. 

And even when things go sideways and bear down on you harder than you anticipated– his tune doesn’t change. He’s still proud of you. To an immense and immovable degree. The way in which you try your best doesn’t change, so why would his opinion of you fall away? He would still collect you up in his embrace and take care of you in the same fashion with the same promises of support, rain or shine. 

Izuku whispers gently as he takes the showerhead completely off the wall to rinse you– the stream is directed squarely between your shoulder blades, exactly where you like it…

“Your talent,” he continues, “that strength comin’ out of nowhere…” down your back, lower and lower as your wits tread on a thin wire– “You, baby, are nothing short of striking, and creative a-and-”

“And turned on as fuck-” you push him back into the wall with a hard kiss. 

Izuku drops the showerhead completely with a touch of concern to what it’s done to your tub lining– before you override his attention span, that is. Hands into his dampened hair, you show him what his eye for your strengths means to you.

And damn him, when you do give him room for breath– he’s smirking.

“So says the girl who swears Kacchan is ‘not rubbing off on her’.”

He pokes fun at your atypical foul mouth, but you kiss that smirk off him anyway.

“Gimme a break,” you moan into his space, “You’ve been out of practice with him for a few years. Get an earful of his rants in your ear day in and day out, and see if you don’t start cussing up a storm.”

“I seemed to make it ok the first twenty years of my life. My baby must really be tired, thenNNN!!.”

An exploratory hand crept down and teased right along Izuku’s happy trail.

“Not that tired, Mr. Midoriya. Now if you do not take me to that bed in the next ten seconds, I swear I am going to explode.”

So up you go into his arms, over his shoulder and deposited onto the bed a bit more rough and playful than normal– soaked to the bone without a care for grabbing a towel on his way out. He sure aims to please.

You shriek in laughter, at least until you feel him yank you to the bed’s edge– to his waiting mouth. 

“Proud of you, honey… lemme show you how much, hm?”

A/n About mha but there's so many jjk characters I feel like would do this :3 so sorry for any errors.

Thinking about having a Pro-hero boyfriend that everyone loves, they adore him, he's just so sweet and kind yk?, literally would do anything to protect the civilians, helping people and saving them from villains. Practically risking his life every single day for others with a smile plastered on his face. Everyone looks at him with pure adoration and honor.

But behind closed doors when he's with you, he's not so nice and sweet when he has your body folded in a mating press, heavy balls slapping against your asshole as he's stabbing his cock into you in a reckless pace that has your cunt gushing and creaming all over his length, he makes sure that he's balls deep buried into your cunt to the hilt with every hard thrust. Every. Single. Time, when he's frustrated because of work, whether it's because a villain got away or he didn't get to save a civilian, he takes it all out on your poor cunt as soon he gets home, he doesn't waste a second. He doesn't even bother getting his hero costume completely off before he's rutting his hard cock into your tight hole, splitting it in two around him while he's stretching you apart.

He thrusts himself so fucking hard into you that he might almost break you one day because of how reckless he is with your poor little body, training and working out is a serious thing for him so him being so fucking bigger and stronger than you, even than a normal man is no surprise, matter a fact he practically has the body of a fucking Greek God so manhandling you into whatever fucking position he felt like bullying his cock into you in and fucking you stupid in, wasn’t that difficult for him at all.

He loves having his way with you, it's almost sadistic how he laughs and mocks you every time he has you blabbering a bunch of nonsense on his thick cock with fat tears leaking out your eyes, big strong arms flexing against you, displaying his ripped muscles while he's holding your body effortlessly as he's fucking you in full nelson, your pathetic little babbles and moans filling his ears as he's licking your tears away. Hell, he'd even have you screaming his Hero name while he has your filthy cunt making a mess all over his cock.

And Oh there's no words to describe how much he loves making you nervous and teasing you whether it's circling his thumb over your asshole, and poking it ever so slightly so he can hear the shifting of your moans, making you overthink that he's going to force his thumb inside of you, then he just chuckles and moves his thumb towards your clit to rub sloppy circles on the sensitive bud. Or whispering a bunch of nasty shit to your ear while he's ruining you because he knows how much that shit drives you crazy.

"Fucking hell I'm gonna ruin you, gonna reshape this cunt to the size of my cock so it could be perfect just for me, you get that? You belong to me".

"Such a good little cumslut f'me aren't ya baby? so fucking warm and tight for my cock".

"Fuckkk princess no one can fucking ruin this cunt like I can, your daddy's one of the best fucking heroes, only I can fuck you this good and stupid, yeah?"