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Don’t Meet Your Heroes

Pro Hero | Izuku Midoriya x Fangirl (Fem) Reader

-> I will NEVER stop writing menace Izuku because there is absolutely NO WAY someone that nice, that polite, that sweet is not secretly a freak. You don’t save the world with a smile and then go home and knit. No—you choke your girl out while she wears your merch and thank her for letting you. —Anyway, enjoy🥳

ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍

You didn’t expect much when you walked up to the table—just your hero crush smiling at you for five seconds before you moved on like everyone else.

But when his eyes lifted and locked onto yours, time stretched. You offered him the homemade fanart you’d printed on glossy paper. “It’s silly, but… I wanted you to sign it.”

His freckled cheeks went pink, and he gave you that smile. “It’s not silly at all. It’s cute.”

His fingers brushed yours when he took it. “Hey… mind if I ask something kinda bold?”

You blinked. “Yeah? What’s up?”

He scribbled something in the corner of the poster and slid it back. A phone number.

“Text me. If you want to talk more. Or… I don’t know. Grab a coffee?”

Your heart practically launched out of your chest.

Of course you texted him.

Coffee turned into dinner. Dinner turned into your back hitting his apartment mattress—staring up at him, wide-eyed, wondering how the sweet, bashful hero who wore a cardigan on your little date now had your legs pinned wide open… your wrists bound above your head with his utility belt.

At first, he kissed you like you were fragile. Hands shaky. Voice soft. Whispers of “you sure?” between every breath.

But the second you moaned his name and rocked your hips into his?

A switch flipped.

And suddenly the man above you wasn’t the one who smiled for cameras. He fucked you like he’d been starving. Like he’d been good for too long and now he needed to ruin something sweet.

He rutted into you slow and deep—possessive, gritting through every thrust like he hated how much he needed it.

“You thought I’d be gentle, didn’t you?” he muttered, slamming into you hard enough to make the headboard crack.

“Thought I’d blush and stutter while I fucked you?” He leaned down, lips dragging along your jaw. “No, baby. I earn my rewards.”

Your legs shook. He was everywhere—biting your neck, sucking marks onto your chest like he wanted the world to see, you were a moaning mess while he’s choking you just enough to make you dizzy.

“You moan like you want the whole city to hear you,” he growled. “You like this? Being fucked by your favorite hero like a filthy little fan girl?”

You gasped, nails digging into your palm.

He chuckled low, voice dark. “You’re soaked. Can feel it drip down my cock every time I pull out.”

“Please—” you barely got the word out before he was on you again, teeth gritted like he was holding back something brutal.

He paused, just to thrust harder. “I’ve saved lives, baby,” he snarled into your neck, “but I’d let the city burn if it meant I got to come back to this cunt.”

Your body snapped tight, your orgasm crashing into you with no warning—and he felt it.

He growled, rough and wrecked. “Good girl. Fuck—milk it. Soak me. Show me how much this pussy loves me.”

And when you finally went limp, body shaking, eyes glassy? He leaned down and kissed you like he hadn’t just destroyed you.

Then he pulled out, slowly, watching his cum leak from your pussy onto the sheets.

He groaned. “Next time I fuck you, wear my merch.”

You blinked up at him, fucked-out and blinking.

He grinned, all teeth. “The one that says Property of Pro Hero Deku. I wanna see it when I make you cum on your knees.”

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it had been such a hard day, the one that just makes you numb and exhausted physically and mentally. and all you really craved was your boyfriends warmth.

oh.

right.

he was your ex now.

you didn't mean to text him, it was just an intrusive thought, muscle memory almost, a simple

"can you come over?"

you didn't expect anything, it was wrong of you to do so.

but lo and behold he was standing at your doorstep with your favorite comfort food.

"you came?" your voice barely above a whisper, cracked and tired.

"you called." his voice was soft. steady, and his eyes even softer, filled with love.

to him, it didn't matter what you both went through, how messy it had gotten between the two of you because if you needed him, he'd always come.

always.

thinking about this andd yuuta, yuji, izuku, kirishima, rin, reo, akaashi, iwaizumi, levi, armin, chuuya and your favs!!

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being pro hero deku and dynamight’s personal secretary and having to sit sandwiched between them at press conferences and public appearances because you’re like some stray they picked up off the streets.

you’re pretty sure they’re married but just never say anything meanwhile they’re both plotting on how to make your ex drop off the face of the planet, or trying to give you flowers and gifts without making it look weird. . .

miscommunication trope final boss. bonus points if you’re a freak ass fujoshi

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pro hero katsuki can definitely pick you up with one arm like it’s nothing special

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˖ ࣪⊹ he’s the kind of guy to just to pick you up. Oh, your feet are hurting? His big arms will lift you up carrying you like a princess through the street. Oh, you want a hug? He’ll scoop you up lifting you higher of the ground. Don’t wanna walk anymore? He will carry you without a single tought… because why would he let his princess do something so hard? You think is simple looking as good as you do putting in hard work no! Of course not. So he’ll carry you even if you say you’re just fine, to be fair he likes showing off his strength and why not in a way that’s treating you aswell?

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, BOKUTO KOUTARU, Aone Takanobu, Iwaizumi Hajime, OIKAWA TOORU, TANAKA RYUNOSUKE, Bakugo Katsuki, KIRISHIMA EJIRO, MIDORIYA IZUKU, Iida Tenya, Shoji Mezo.

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oh, how he just wants to make a pretty little house wife of you. leave you with absolute freedom and autonomy over your time.

you want to go shopping? here's his card.

you want to join a yoga/ pilates/ kickboxing class? let's register you together!

you want to renovate the kitchen? my buddy knows a guy.

he wants to come home and smell the amazing cooking you have for him. or on lazy days, plop on the couch with you and eat take out.

he wants to smile at his phone while at work because you sent him a selfie of you eating breakfast at noon, or taking the dog for a walk, or with shopping backs in the trunk or with the people you're volunteering with or whatever it is your heart desires.

he wants to see you on the porch, barefoot and pregnant, rubbing your belly and waving to him as he pulls up in the driveway.

he wants to hear you ramble on about the new book you read and hated/loved. or help you brainstorm ideas for your passion project.

he wants to brag about you to all his work buddies and bring you to all the corporate dinners and stroke his own ego while you bashfully tell his coworkers that you "don't have a job, my husband takes care of everything."

NANAMIN, BAKUGO, KIRISHIMA, FATGUM, IZUKU, aizawa, yuuta, armin, iida, iwazumi, sugawara + whoever else you want!

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izuku with letter d please 🥹 love your writing <3

izuku’s hands are trembling, fingers clutching the hem of your hoodie like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go. the bedroom is quiet except for his ragged breathing and the soft, obscene sound of your clothed bodies grinding together on his bed.

he’s on his back, hair mussed, freckles darker from the heat in his cheeks. you’re straddling him, your thighs caging his hips, moving against him in slow, needy circles. the friction is maddening. denim against the thin cotton of his sweatpants, every press making him gasp like it’s too much and not enough all at once.

“i—ah—i can feel…” he starts, voice breaking, his green eyes flicking down to where you’re rubbing against him. his jaw drops when you rock your hips a little harder, the head of his cock dragging along the seam of your jeans under the fabric.

you lean forward, your forehead pressing to his, and it’s almost unfair how his whole body shivers under the closeness. “feels good, izuku?” you whisper, your lips brushing his.

“y-yeah… you feel—” his breath hitches when you grind down just right, the damp heat of you soaking through both layers between you. his hands fly to your hips, not to stop you, but to help you move, pulling you into firmer, needier rolls of your hips.

his thighs tense beneath you, muscles twitching as if he’s fighting to keep control, but his whimpers betray him. “you’re—ah—you’re gonna make me—” he cuts himself off with a groan, squeezing your hips like you’re the only thing anchoring him.

you smile, grinding faster and faster, watching his composure crumble until he’s panting under you, so lost in the drag of your bodies he can barely keep his eyes open.

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being in a throuple with two men who overly dote on you, love you, and are obsessed with taking care of you and every want/need you have? sign me tf up, actually !

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i’m a firm believer in dry humping.

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黒 | MDI

Bsf!Choso who suggests dry humping for fun.

You should’ve said no. You should’ve kicked him in the shin and told him to take his dumb stoner fantasies elsewhere. Instead, two minutes later, you were straddling his lap, both of you fully clothed, trying not to laugh— and failing.

“This is already the dumbest thing we’ve ever done,” you muttered, even though your palms were already pressed flat against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat through his t-shirt.

“That’s not true. Remember the tequila night when we almost joined that cult?”

“Fair point.”

You both started moving at the same time— jerky, hesitant, like you were testing the waters— until his hands slid down and locked on your hips, big and warm, guiding you into a slow, deliberate grind. The denim of his jeans was rough against the thin fabric of your shorts, and every shift of your hips made the friction sharper, hotter.

“This is so stupid,” you said, fighting the twitch of your mouth.

“Yup,” he replied, voice steady but pitched lower now, like he couldn’t help it. “Totally not hot at all.”

It wasn’t supposed to be. Except then… yeah. Something very obvious was pressing up against you, thick and hard under the denim, right where you were settling your weight. You froze for half a second, heat crawling up your neck, pulse skipping— and that was all it took for him to smirk.

“Yo, stop,” you blurted, instantly defensive even though you hadn’t actually moved away.

“You’re getting horny,” he said casually, thumbs digging into your hips.

“Bitch, you are.”

“Yeah, and?”

You shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge. He leaned back into the headboard, looking infuriatingly relaxed while still holding you in place. Then he rolled his hips up once— slow, controlled— and the pressure hit you dead-on.

“Relax. We’re not about to start making out,” he said, but his eyes dropped to your mouth anyway. “I just… didn’t expect my dick to get bullied into action.”

“Cho, that is the most disgusting sentence you’ve ever said to me.”

“You love it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Working on it,” he said, grinding up into you again, harder this time. The heat between you spiked, the drag of denim against you suddenly almost unbearable.

Your hands slid to his shoulders like you were going to shove him away, but instead your fingers curled, nails digging lightly into him as you moved with him. His grip shifted lower, big hands sliding over the curve of your ass, squeezing once before dragging you forward to meet another sharp push of his hips.

“We’re never talking about this again,” you said, voice breaking a little on the end.

“Bet,” he murmured, but didn’t stop. His hands roamed, one slipping under the hem of your shirt, hot against your bare skin, the other holding you down exactly where he wanted you.

“There is no next time,” you managed, but your hips were still moving, chasing that pressure like you couldn’t help it.

He tilted his head, smirk widening. “Right,” he said softly— and then pulled you tighter against him, making sure you felt every inch.

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when you accept that you will never be normal about anything you like you'll be free

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every day i am haunted by the fics i know i can't pull off

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nerd!gojo who had always been the tall, awkward guy in the back — the one who could solve a calculus problem in thirty seconds but couldn’t make eye contact with a girl for more than two. his world had been textbooks, late-night study sessions, and anime soundtracks through cheap headphones… until you. pretty, popular, magnetic — you’d been the kind of girl he thought he’d only ever get to stare at from a distance, not touch.

nerd!gojo who had never touched a girl before you, but somehow had you in his dorm now, dress pushed up around your waist, panties hanging off one ankle, and his cock — big, thick-veined, flushed to the tip — pressing into your slick entrance. you hadn’t expected that. not from shy, fidgety guy with the glasses and awkward personality. “satoru—holy fuck, you’re so big—” you gasped, your voice already trembling before he even pushed in. he just grinned sheepishly, breathless, “is that… good?” before bottoming out in one slow, heavy thrust that made your nails claw into his desk.

nerd!gojo who could barely get the words out between moans as his fat cock dragged through your tight, velvety walls, every inch stretching you obscenely. “ohhh fuuuck—y-you’re so tight, baby—fuck, i can feel all of you—haaahh—” he babbled, glasses fogging as his hips started snapping forward. each wet, messy thrust punched his cock right up against your cervix, the blunt head battering that sweet spot so deep you were gasping, “satoru—ahhh!—s’too much, fuck, s’too big—” only for him to shudder and whine, “don’t say that—feels so good—don’t make me stop—your pussy feels so good, baby...”

nerd!gojo who kept you pinned to the desk, his long arms pulling you back onto him with each brutal slam of his hips. the sound was filthy — skin slapping, your wet cunt squelching around his length, his low moans melting into broken gasps. “creamin’ all over me—f-fuck, i can feel it—ohhh god—” he panted, his cock absolutely ruining your insides, stretching you so wide you felt split apart but dizzy from how good it was.

nerd!gojo who was completely gone, words tumbling out in a desperate stream as he fucked you harder. “baby—mmphhh—you’re so warm, so tight—gonna cum so deep inside you—nghh—gonna keep you full forever—” he moaned, hips losing rhythm but not slowing in force. every thrust shoved his cock as far as it could go, making your walls spasm and milk him until his glasses were slipping down his nose and his voice broke into messy, needy groans of your name. by the time he was done with you, your legs were trembling, your pussy was throbbing and dripping down his length, and he was still panting like he couldn’t believe he’d just fucked you into a cockdrunk mess.

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nanami definitely loves to manhandle you. at first it was instinct—just practical. moving you out of the way during missions, catching your wrist when you’re about to do something dumb, steadying you with a firm hand on your lower back. it’s just efficient, he told himself. just muscle memory from years of combat.

but then he started noticing things.

like how you always go a little quiet when he effortlessly lifts you off the couch to make room. how your breath catches when he grabs your waist and pulls you back against him without warning. how you don’t complain when he hooks an arm around your legs and throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. in fact… you giggle. every single time.

and now? oh, he’s shameless with it.

pressing his palm to the back of your neck to guide you through crowds. pulling you into his lap without asking. adjusting your posture by nudging your thighs apart, or pushing between your shoulder blades with two fingers until you sit straight like he wants. he picks you up when you’re being bratty. pins you down when you’re squirming too much. drags you closer just because you’re sitting too far away.

he doesn’t say anything about it, but there’s always that little satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his mouth whenever you melt into his hands. because he knows you like it. and the fact that you trust him enough to let him move you around like that?

yeah. it does something to him.

“you could’ve just asked, y’know,” you tease one day, after he catches you sneaking cookies before dinner and literally hoists you over his shoulder like you’re being arrested.

“i could have,” he agrees calmly, walking off with you dangling upside down, “but don’t you like this better?”

and god, the way you squeal when he slaps your ass once for good measure— he’s never going to stop.

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calling your cocky boyfriend satoru handsome mid-thrust

after hours of riling him up, he’s finally got you folded nearly in half, both your legs slung over his shoulders, his thick cock driving into you with a rhythm that’s got the headboard rattling.

“hnngh—fuck!” you whine, hands clutching his wrists as his relentless thrusts shake your core, he’s got one hand fumbling with your tits, squeezing harshly, drawing sharp gasps from your lips.

his hips snap forward, each buck deep, his lower abs slamming against you. “hhhmm, takin me so good, baby..” he purrs, you’re lost in the haze, your body trembling, but your eyes lock onto his face, sharp jaw, flushed cheeks, that fucking smirk.

and the words slip out before you can stop them. “so handsome, baby...” he freezes, just for a heartbeat, his cock still buried deep, hand stalling on your breast.

his eyes widen, eyebrows furrowing. “what’s that?” he asks, voice quieter, you bite your lip, cheeks burning, but he doesn’t give you time to backtrack.

his smirk returns, and he leans closer, your legs slipping higher on his shoulders. “handsome, huh? fuck, you’re gonna regret sayin’ that.” his hips snap forward, hard, rough, the kind of thrust that makes your whole body jolt and a cry rip from your throat.

“satoru!” you gasp, tears pricking your eyes as he pounds into you, faster now, looks like your compliment lit a fire in him.

his hand leaves your tits, gripping your thigh to keep you spread, his cock dragging against your walls. “watch how fucking good your handsome boyfriend fucks you, baby.” he growls, clicking his tounge, a playful smirk forming on the corner of his lips.

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INFRONT OF YOUR PLUSHIES - S.GOJO

Smut mdni, reader owns stuff toys, gojo's a pervert, bunny!reader

We all know satoru gojo is a tease. Especially when he's fucking you. legs pressed up to your chest in a mating press. sweat trickling down the column on his neck. Satoru’s rocking into you with that lazy, toe-curling pace — deep, slow thrusts that hit just right. One of his hands is around your throat, just enough pressure to make your breath hitch, while the other trails over your chest, your stomach, until his thumb finds your clit and rubs gentle, maddening circles.

His dazed eyes flicker over to the side of your bed where all your plushies lie haphazardly.

"Y’know…" he leans in, lips brushing your ear as he thrusts particularly deep, “…all your little friends are watching you get wrecked right now.”

"what..?" you cry out, lost in the pleasure. He kisses your cheek when you turn to face your plushies. Beady eyes on you like an audience.

Satoru laughs. “Look at them. Poor things. Didn’t think their sweet owner was such a little cock addict, huh?” you squirm uncomfortably under him. Trying and failing to hide your face in his chest.

"c'mon princess, you feeling shy now?"

You try to say something — maybe a protest, maybe a moan — but it dies in your throat as he speeds up, fucking you harder, thumb circling your clit faster.

“You hear that?” he pants, sweat-slicked hair falling into his eyes as he keeps pounding into you. “That squelch every time I slam into your soaked pussy? That’s a sound i could never forget and now your precious animals will remember it as well.”

And when you finally fall apart — moaning his name like it’s the only word you know — Satoru doesn't stop.

He laughs again, breathless and cruel, watching the way your body trembles.

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