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cvnt4him · 11 days ago

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Diaries of Spider-Man.

ch1

Dear diary; what was I thinking?!

synopsis; the disastrous "adventures" of a teenaged spiderman.

This is a WIP, please let me know your thoughts and if this is what you would like to see from me<3

“let's do this one.. last.. time...”

“my name is izuku midoriya, and for the past 3 years, I've been the one and only spiderman. Annnd, I'm pretty sure you know the rest..”

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Izuku jots away in his notebook before taking a step back to read what little he's written. the groan that escaped his lips was quite audible. He was rather disappointed in what he's written.

When his therapist "prescribed" him to journaling or writing down his thoughts in a notebook which he didn't want to refer to as a diary, his initial thought was;

‘theres no way in hell writing things down would help me.’

However for the past three years, izuku found himself writing everything he could down in those measly little journals his therapist gave him. Each and every year the thick and huge diary journal she gave him would begin to get fuller and fuller of all of his little adventures or simple daily routines.

Izuku was nothing if not a stubborn little shit at times. Of course he would disagree heavily but facts don't lie. You can't tell this energetic know it all anything. He's really smart and well put together. Most of the time. Upon becoming spiderman he hasn't had a lot of time for much. His consistent tasks of being spiderman are always heavy and time consuming. He doesn't have time to study for his driver's test, his normal class tests which define if he passes the grade and gets into college, or even dinner half the time?!

To be frank; the poor thing has been through a lot the past years. Too much honestly. Izukus "power" awakening was an honest mistake. Like your typical movie spiderman, he was bitten by a radioactive spider whilst he was doing something he knew he had no business doing

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To go back exactly three years 4 months and 17 days ago, you would find a 14/15 year old izuku breaking into an abandoned home with none other than his typical, usual, partners in crime.

Katsuki bakugou and y/n l/n.

Izuku knew it was a bad idea from the beginning, however he always followed the two of you into stupid situations that could eventually get you killed. In this case, it almost did. Izuku helped you get through the window the three of you had busted by letting you climb onto his shoulders, katsuki who had laid his jacket over the glass so none of you would cut yourselves, grabbed you by your arms and pulled you in, the both of you then helped izuku in with basically the same method.

“woah.. spooky.”

“ heh.. it reeks in here.”

You giggled at katsukis exclaim, making izuku pout slightly. He sighed to himself, not wanting to admit the blonde was correct.

“ you guys i- i really don't think we should— ”

“ hey check it out! there are spray paint cans in here!”

Katsuki yells running to the other room with numerous cans of spray paint. You followed him like a dumb lost puppy leaving izuku to groan and follow behind you both.

There were many graffiti stamps left behind from many different people, obviously they had left behind their spray paint for some odd reason, that's what really intrigued izuku.

“ tch, hey deku, get over here so we can sign our names!”

Izuku jogs closer to you two shivering to himself at all the spiderwebs covering the cans. It was dusty and quite eerie inside of this place. Izuku truthfully wanted no part. You and katsuki signed your names right next to each other with little quirky doodles next to them, izuku soon followed suit. He picked up the green can of paint and signed his name ‘izuku’

“ no no, put deku! ‘ts way better than ‘izuku’!”

The way katsuki could make izuku feel bad about his given name should've been studied. And they way you were quick to agree hurt the poor boy even more. He soon crossed out izuku and put ‘Deku’ big and boldly. It was all alone compared to how closely the two of your names were.

The two of you had long began to explore elsewhere, leaving izuku wondering where you two went off to.

“hey! Come in here izu- I mean deku!”

You yell out catching his attention, he follows the sound of your voice to find you two the small critter crawling up his back going completely unnoticed. Some time passed and it only got later and later, izuku was still hesitant about being there but the two of you just kept going deeper and deeper inside of the manor.

Izuku rushes inside of the next room, breaking contact with whatever artifacts caught his eye. He looked for the two of you calling out your names with no answer, he was confused and quite scared, where could the two of you have gone?

“ boo!”

Izuku jumped back falling down to the ground and scraping his little hands.

“ow..!”

Izuku winced at the sudden sting of not only his hands but the pinch of his skin itching and being very irritated next to his neck, he slapped it and the arachnid soon fell into his hands. With a shutter he threw the spider out of his hands feeling rather jittery after the encounter.

“ are you alright, izuku?!“

You were quick to rush over to him. It was simply supposed to be a little harmless joke, he wasn't supposed to get hurt. You helped him up and dusted him off as well heading katsuki suck his teeth in response.

“ yes, i- I'm fine. I've gotten bitten by a spider however.. one unlike any other I've ever seen.. we should head back so I can tell my mom.”

“ oh, oka-”

“ no.”

Katsuki was quick to shut down before you could get out your sentence. You both turned to look at him he seemed angry a bit as if something completely ruined his mood.

“ if you tell your mom we could get in trouble, she might tell my mom who might tell y/ns. you don't want us getting in trouble, do you deku.”

The way katsuki used the nickname against him made his stomach feel sick. He gulped down the rising bile in his throat and coughed lowly.

“ katsuki he got hurt, shouldn't he-”

“ no! I'm not getting in trouble because wimpy deku wanted to be an easy scare!”

“thats not fair katsuki!”

The two of you started bickering, leaving him out causing him to sigh. He felt a bit weird.. kind of dizzy and out of breath as if he'd been running. It was growing warm and he had began sweating, hyperventilating as if he needed to catch his breath.

The sounds of him caught your attention and suddenly the boy looked quite weak, frail of some sort.

“ izuku..? are you...alright?”

Katsuki sooner looked over to see izuku hardly keeping his balance, he wouldn't admit it but he was quite worried at the sight of him.

“ let's go.”

Was all katsuki said as he grabbed izuku by the hand and ran back towards the broken window the three of you came in.

The two of you got izuku home in one piece for the most part, he was dizzy and hardly standing up on his own, the running had him so our of breath it was almost like he was having an anxiety attack. He probably was to be honest, izuku was a very anxious boy. His anxiety levels were very high at all times, with the growing symptoms in his body and the bite from the spider he was so worried about what was happening to him he most likely started having a panic attack whilst running. Luckily he was home now, you and katsuki beat on his door as you heard him mom yelling she was coming.

She opens the door with a smile to see the three of you out of breath with a dead looking izuku, the sight startled his mother causing her to pick up her son and rush him to the hospital. Both yours and katsukis parents had been called and had quite a talk with inko who was worried sick about her son, yelling at your parents and explaining how she has no idea what happened.

You two didn't speak to each other once. Not even looking at each other. Both your parents had taken you and katsuki back home. After that night you'd never spoken to katsuki or izuku ever again..

Izuku was completely fine however. Those symptoms may have been bad but that was all it was. He was able to go home that same day and the doctors called it a simple panic/anxiety attack. His mother was worried sick for no reason.

From that moment forward things only began to get weirder for this normal teenaged boy.

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Izuku sat at his desk reading his old journals of how he believes he got his powers, scoffing to himself at the memories. He had all his books all over his desk in a completely messy pile nose buried in his book as someone walked over and bumped his desk back into him, it lightly hit him in the stomach causing him to drop the journal in the desk and the desk of the books that were formerly there onto the floor.

He scoffed in annoyance looking up to see you with a shit eating grin on your face as you scowled down at him, not even apologizing as you walked out of the classroom.

Izuku seen as the classroom was completely empty, just him and his messy books all over the floor. He sighed and crouched down picking them up and shoving them into his backpack. His phone vibrated in his back pocket, he picked up up to see w text from his friends.

‘ hey! Meet us in the front?’

That singular text from ochako was all he needed for a small smile to form on his freckled cheeks. Just as he was about to put it away there was a pop up from the news channel he had downloaded on his phone, something about a criminal stealing from a jewelry shop.

He sighed to himself and texted her back explaining he wouldn't be able to meet them and that he'd just head home. However that wasn't the case. He ran out the back door of the school pushing through some students earning some angry and annoyed remarks spat at him; but he didnt have time to care. He ran behind some building and quickly slipped his suit on. He'd rather skip the embarrassing details..

Just as he was about to 'web away' he got a call from none other than katsuki bakugou. Izuku jumped and nearly dropped his phone at the sudden ringing, he quickly answers without thinking, lifting his mask over his mouth to speak,

“ oi nerd, y’heard about that criminal stealing that diamond or whatever?”

The normally volcanic boy has a soft tone still laced with a bit of redness and sass.

“ yes, kacchan, and before you called I was just about getting there so if y’dont mind!!!!”

The blond scoffs on the other side, chuckling as he snorts at his sass. Izuku groaned at the sound of him laughing and simply hung up swinging away as quickly as he could.

“ look up there! It's spiderman!!”

People squealed and yelled at the familiar colors of izukus suit, black along the sides and a deep green painting the front and back of his skin tight suit, and a big white spider over the chest. He'd made the suit when he was younger and had started working out he'd wanted to show it off but as of now he thinks it's quite unnecessary..

He swung through the crowds waving and smiling under the mask, as tiring as being spiderman was he was always thankful for the love he'd gotten. They truly made him feel valuable, izuku struggled with self confidence a lot, it's common in people like that to enjoy attention from all.

It wasn't that izuku needed to be humbled or anything but....izuku swung down an alley that reports seen the criminal go down, supposedly the diamond they had stolen was a very important artifact from ancient times or whatever, moral of the story was he needed to get it back to where it belonged! Izuku could do that!

He dropped in front of the criminal with a hero stance making him appear big n bad in front of them.

“ stop! give me that diamond, criminal!”

Izuku was obsessed with action movies when he was younger, his favorite actor was custom to working in them. He always imagined being a superhero and technically he is! However within these three years the fame and glory really went to his head ..

The criminal halted, izuku tried stepping closer to retrieve the diamond in a cool manner, speaking to the cloaked person in a soft voice trying to get them to come to their senses like some kind of......main character. To izukus surprise they pulled out a crossbow. He was stunned at the size of it,

“ how- how did that fit inside of your— ”

Before izuku could get the rest of his sentence out the criminal shot the arrow, it completely piercing izukus shoulder. He yelled out in pain nearly falling to his knees, that then made him realize that was no joke, this person being unlike any other petty thief hes gone up against.

As the criminal kicked izuku to the ground with a bare boot while he was holding his injured and punctured shoulder they quickly made haste and ran past him out of the alley, crowds soon coming up after the person ran away and seeing izuku clutching his shoulder run pain, all of them having different emotions on his face it would be an understatement to say he was embarrassed.

What had he thought that he was just invincible? Izuku struggled into his knees hearing whispers from the crowd and quickly tried his best to attempt swinging away with a singular arm, his left to be exact and that wasn't his maiden arm either. Izuku was fully right handed and did everything with it, with his right arm basically out of commission he did his best to swing with his left hand but...

He eventually wobbled and hit a sign, he was going at a high speed as well trying to hide his shame and find the person who did this to him, as his body came into full contract with the sign knocking every little bit of air out if his body the arrow got pushed deeper, making izuku groan in agony once more. Blood wetting his skin and suit as it dropped down, he didn't take the arrow out before because he thought about how it would cause him to bleed out and wouldn't be any good...now he wished he had.

He held onto the large sign and tried to swing away once more, he eventually got the hang of it for a little while managing to drop himself behind a building. He leaned against the wall of it and groaned, he wanted to take his suit off but it wouldn't be a good idea, anyone could've followed him or even tried to see who he was. It wasn't a good idea.

With every ounce of energy and strength in his body he pushed himself up from sliding to the ground and called who he knew he could.

“ yo?”

“ ka..kacchan... I need your...your help..”

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AN: this is js a WIP lemme know what y'all think n if I should add or like yk leave out some things!!!!

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dance-to-mythoughts-blog · 1 year ago

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Please give me some Deku fics. I never see any smut series or one shot smut shots with Deku. Please send me some. 😭

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lemon-qu33n · 6 months ago

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NEED HELP FINDING BNHA FANFIC

so this was a super long time ago it was a bakugo x izuku x todoroki x reader and they were yanderes

It was a multiple part of poly bakudekutodo

The only thing i can remember is they did one part where reader was scared of needles and they needed to give her a shot and they were trying to convince and comfort and calm reader down enough to let them do it. PLEEEEEASE HELP

#fanfic finder #bnha smut #mha #mha smut #yandere x reader #yandere bnha #yandere #yandere bnha x reader #shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto x reader #bakugou x fem!reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou #deku #mha deku #deku x reader #midorya izuku #izuku x reader #izuku midoria x reader

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yeonniesblog · 2 years ago

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masterlist’

bluelock

[smau]

bllk reaction : accidental confession — gender neutral

bllk reaction : offering homework in exchange of tit pics

bllk reaction : to your horrendous simping over them modeling

bllk reaction : pranking them by sending a nude/exposed picture and telling them it wasn't for them

haikyuu

[one shot]

akaashi keiji x gn!reader; [tooth rotting fluff; slice of life; established relationship]

sakusa kiyoomi x reader; [fluff; two idiots in love; confession]

[series]

suna rintarnou x f!reader : that escalated quickly [completed]; [smut, childhood friends to lovers, suna has a pretty dic—, fluff and comedy]

• ↳ part : 1, ↳ part : 2, ↳ part : 3, ↳ part : 4. (favorite fr)

kuroo x f!reader x oikawa tooru : little too late [on hold] ; [agnst asf, accidental pregnancy, a lil bit of fluff, oikawa slayed]

• ↳ part : 1, ↳ part : 2, ↳ part : 3, ↳ part : 4

boku no hero academia | mha

[oneshots/series]

bakugou x f!reader x izuku midorya : honey trap [katsuki x reader fwb/situationship intially, fake relationship izuku x reader, sexual tension x 100, fluff, agnst, suggestive]

• ↳ part : 1, ↳ part : 2, (I love this series 100% recommend)

bakugou katsuki x reader; [royal au, agnst, forbidden lovers]

Jujutsu kaisen | jjk

[smau]

jjk reaction : saying random ily to your bestfriend

[oneshot]

gojo satoru x gn!reader : you've ruined my life my not being mine; [fluff omg, they're so cute :(, mutual pinning, fic based on taylor swift's gorgeous]

requests — song prompts; open.

please suggest me smau ideas, also my asks are open <3

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nishiyako · 2 years ago

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-MASTERLIST-

-Requests/Asks : Open!

(Please specify if you want NSFW, Fluff, or Angst cause I mostly write smut in default)

Things I won't write : (list is still growing)

Incest (stepcest is fine)

Character x Character

x Male!Reader

Scat

Anal (pegging is fine)

Feet stuff

-My Hero Academia-

Izuku Midorya :

Distractions (Collage!Deku) [nsfw]

First Cigarette (Smoker!Reader) [sfw]

Bakugo Katsuki :

Dirty Secrets (FWB!Bakugo) [nsfw+angst]

Cats (Married to you) [sfw]

Ejiro Kirishima :

Behind the Scenes (PornStar AU)[nsfw]

Iced (ice play + Bodyworship)[nsfw]

Denki Kaminari :

Private Party (RaveBoy!Denki) [nsfw]

(Private Party 2 (RaveBoy!Denki) [nsfw]

Satisfaction (Unsatisfied!Reader) [nsfw]

Spoiled (RichBf!Denki) [nsfw]

Denki drabble [nsfw]

Tamaki Amajiki :

Sex Addict (Hypersexual!Tamaki)[nsfw]

Stoned (Stoner!Tamaki)[sfw]

After Party (DJ!Tamaki) [nsfw]

Tomura Shigaraki:

Intoxicated (Incel!Shiggy) [nsfw]

Shouta Aizawa :

Ganked(Somnophilia) [nsfw]

Cam On (P☆!Reader) [nsfw]

"Bad day?" (Ask) [sfw]

After hours (Actor!Aizawa) [nsfw]

-Haikyuu!!-

Toru Oikawa :

Vulgar (Degration)[nsfw]

Yuu Nishinoya :

Sweets(SweetsAddicted!Reader)[nsfw]

Panties (3rdYear!Nishinoya)[nsfw]

Other :

Ultraman Rising (Kenji Sato)[nsfw]

Kenji & Doggy Style (Drabble) [nsfw]

#masterlist #mha smut #haikyuu smut #mha x reader #haikyuu x reader #smut #mha fluff

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kaybug88 · 2 months ago

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・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・🐞Welcome!🐞 ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Hello you lovely people! <3

EVERYTHING IS CLOSED ATM - On a break!

Im going to attempt to post twice a week with exceptions to upcoming (or) current events!

I.e: I may only post 1 work the week before a big event such as a Christmas event!

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DISCLAIMER: My work is MY work and is not to be put into AI, be used as inspiration, to be translated, nor is it allowed to be copied!

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MENTALLY A WHORE, PHYSICALLY A VIRGIN <3

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Masterlist - Here! Smut-A-Thon info - Here! - (A link to the masterlist will be soon ;) ) Check out "WHATS UP DANGER?" on Wattpad - Here!

Join my Tag list! (Coming soon)

🐞She/Her They/Them

🐞 18+

🐞 multi-fandoms

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A bit about me!

🐞 My fav colors are rose pink and wine red

🐞 I love Autumn!

🐞 I love to read paper and online stories, but hate audio books

🐞 I'm a huge writer and I'm actually writing a mental horror book!

🐞 I'm a huge anime fan and I'm currently watching Blue Lock!

🐞 My favorite book is Haunting Adeline!

What I'm willing to write!

🐞 NSFW

🐞 Angst

🐞 Fluff

🐞 (Making an attempt to learn Smau!)

If there's anything I missed, lmk!!

What I'm NOT willing to write!

🐞 anything with adult x minor

🐞 anything non-con

🐞 anything bathroom kink related

🐞 anything that involves suicide

🐞 Poly relationships

What characters I'm willing to write for!

jjk: Gojo Saturou, Nanami Kento, Itidori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Maki Zenin

Mha: Katsuki Bakugo, Denki Kaminari, Izuku Midorya, Shoto Todoroki , Kyoka Jirou, Eijiro Kirishima, Mirio Togata, Touya "Dabi" Todoroki, Keigo "Hawks" Takami, Himiko Toga

Sam Golbach

Colby Brock

Matt Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo

Nick Sturniolo (Best friend! Reader)

Simon (ghost) Riley

Konig

Zade Meadows

The characters on the list are the characters I know I'm comfortable with writing, and won't make them OOC! However, if there's a someone you want me to write for that isn't on the list, don't be shy! It would just take me some time to learn how to write for said character <3

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tetsupeach · 2 years ago

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reaper deku x f!reader

summary - after you die and deku comes to collect your soul he takes personal responsibility for you.

cws - monsterfucking light, he's got horns and a long tongue and is 7 feet tall, sleeps in a nest, collects souls ready to pass on. reader is dead, she's been murdered by her abusive boyfriend, but the story picks up after she's passed. breeding, deku's a gentle dom, huge cock,, uhhh yeah honestly this is pretty soft,

MINORS DNI - please have an age in your bio to interact with this fic.

It’s not that he liked his job, Deku reminds himself as he feels the tugging towards another soul ready for departure, it’s that he feels a sense of duty. He was a shepherd, to most of the people he visited, death was a kindness, a release, and he was sure, already leaping over rooftops, his tattered black cloak dragging behind him, that you would be no different. Like most people, you barely notice his figure darkening the doorway, but oh you poor thing, you can barely move.

“Ohh,” he can’t help it, the sympathetic sound pouring from his lips, what a helpless little human, “So many broken bones,” he muses in a soft coo, squatting beside you. You’re leaned up against the wall of an empty apartment, blood trickling down the side of your face. You let out a little breath, and when he rests his hand on your shoulder the pain dissipates. “I haven’t seen one this bad in a while,” he says, and you gasp in shock, looking up at the dark figure that suddenly appeared next to you.

He was tall, and broad, with a tangle of dark green curls that matched his glittering verdant irises, a smattering of freckles across his nose. He reaches a scarred hand out to you, and you take it, bursting into tears as he pulls you to your feet.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, “I’m sorry you probably deal with this all the time.” Your voice is softer than he expects, little more than the whistle of a teakettle. He wraps his arms around you, folding your body into his warm chest.

“Actually,” He says, “Most people are angry.” The lump in your throat only grows as the hot tears spill down your face. “They want more time, another chance, and I can’t give it to them.”

“I-I-I’m ready to go,” you blubber, “I’m so t-tired, and everything hurts.” He rubs comforting patterns into your back.

“Let’s take a second,” he says, looking down at the top of your head. “It’s alright, no more pain where we’re headed, okay?” You only cry harder.

“I never,” you sniff and look up at him, “I never had a chance.” He moves one of his hands higher, tangling it in your hair, a question he never asks on his lips.

“Who did this to you?” He says, and you turn around to glance at your body but he catches your chin with a kind smile. “Better not look, hm?” You nod

“W-we could go to my kitchen?” You hiccup and he lets you lead him forward.

“I can make you tea.” He says, opening the cabinet with your mugs in it on the first try.

“Death can make tea?” You ask, and he nods without turning around.

“I’m not death.” He clarifies. “I work for death.” He turns the stove on, filling a teapot with water and looking over his shoulder at you. “I asked who did this to you?”

“M-my boyfriend.” You mumble. “No matter how hard I t-tried, he was never happy with me, and when I tried to leave,” You tremble, unable to finish the sentence.

“No,” Deku coos at you with surprise, as if he hadn’t heard this story a million times before, as if this was new information, “Sweetheart, that’s not love, you deserved to be loved.” You nod slowly, your eyes burning with fresh tears, and the need to comfort you nearly overtakes him.

“No one else wanted me.” You press your lips together. “I never had a chance at all.” Deku takes a box of tea down from the cabinet and inspects you carefully, your skin in the moonlight, your red-rimmed eyes.

“You don’t have questions for me?” He looks over his shoulder at you and you shake your head. “You know it’s not true that no one else wanted you.” He says, sitting down next to you at your kitchen table. “You’re very beautiful, so I’m sure that’s not true.” You sniff.

“Thank you.” You say, and he reaches over and brushes some hair out of your face, his hands ghosting your skin and then returning to his side.

“Tell me what happened?” He murmurs, “I have time.” You swallow, and nod.

“He, he came home, and he was drunk.” Dekus eyes never leave yours while you’re speaking, “And he was upset, about, about something, maybe sports, maybe me. He wanted me to have sex with him, and I didn’t want to, I just, I didn’t feel like it.” Deku gets up, takes the kettle off the stove, and pours the boiling water, setting the steeping tea in front of you with a soft thump. You touch it, half expecting your hands to go through the ceramic, but they don’t.

“This isn’t your fault.” He says, joining you.

“You didn’t make yourself tea?” You ask, eyes widening a little.

“I don’t really, eat.” He explains. “You won’t either, when we leave.”

“Where are we going?” You ask, cupping the mug in your hands, it’s warm on your cool skin. He thinks about it before responding.

“The next phase of existence, it’s different for everyone.” He stops himself, closing his eyes, “I’m, I’m sorry, you’re not,” he swallows, “You shouldn’t be, you shouldn’t be okay with this,” the pain is evident in his voice, “You should be fighting me, you should be kicking and screaming, you should be begging for a chance at revenge!” You take a long slow breath in, lower lip trembling.

“I know this isn’t what you meant,” You mumble, throat tight, “But what I heard was that I can’t even die correctly.” You bury your face in your hands. “Can we just, can we go, to whatever’s next?”

“No!” He says, scandalized. “No, we can’t.” He takes your hand and pulls you out of your chair, “There had to be things that you always wanted to do?” You wipe one of your eyes. You’d had dreams once, maybe as a child, in those limited golden-tinged memories, you’d had things you’d sworn to do before this, the most human of inevitabilities.

“I can’t think of anything.” You whisper, and he shakes his head.

“Sure you can, is there a place you thought of going?” You think about it hard, at one of the jobs you’d had, at one point, your life was already blurring together, one of your co-workers had a

“Um, I guess I wanted to see Venice?” He yanks you down the hallway, and out into the summer drizzle. “What the hell are you doing?” He doesn’t answer, pulling you up into the clouds, you’re not flying exactly, there’s hardly any movement, except the turn of the planet beneath him. “Hey,” you try to get his attention hanging from his forearm as you move higher into the sky. He holds his posture, but you dangle like a christmas ornament, “Hey,” you say again, louder, and with a soft grunt he lifts you, holding you to his chest while he flies, wrapping his cloak around your body. After a few seconds, you’re flying over an ocean, moonlight sparkling on the dark waters, clinging to him, shivering in the cold.

“We’re obviously going to Venice,” He says, a touch of frustration in his voice. “I want you to see, something, something you can mourn, you need to. It’s human, it’s healthy.” You look up at him.

“Why are you so concerned?”

“It’s part of my job.” He says, “To guide humans. To take them to the places they need to go. And I decided you and I go to Venice, now.” You wrap your arms around his neck and feel his hands on your waist. As you touch down on the cobblestones, the moon is high, glittering on the canal. He leads you down the street, people don’t stop to look at you, you gather after he walks straight through a lampost, because they can’t see you. You’ve been walking for a few minutes, he doesn’t let go of your hand. You look down at it, his nails are varnished black, the fingers long and thick. Everything about him is big, you realize, even more so on the tiny Eurpean streets.

“Am I dreaming?” You wonder out loud, and he looks down at you.

“No.” He confirms. “Does this help, though, being here?” You sigh, shivering, the air is cool and wet. You swallow.

“I don’t know.”

“I could get you ice cream.” He says, a touch of desperation to his tone.

“I had a dream, once.” You say, so softly, he has to lean in to hear you at all. “I wanted him to love me.” You breathe the last word, “I want him to touch me softly, because,” you gesture around the piazza, remembering that it was the honeymoon in your co-workers photo and not the sinking city you’d longed for, “I wanted a real love.” Your lip trembles. “And I’m never going to get it.” The tears fall again. “No one ever touched me softly,” you look up and meet his eyes, his face is completely unreadable, “And I’ll never know what that’s like.” You gesture weakly. “This is pretty but, when the people go, it’s just stone, and water, and spores.” You look at the lichen climbing up the side of the fountain. “And now I’m dead.” He swallows and looks down at you.

“I’m not sure how to fix that.” he admits. “I don’t usually do this.”

“Take someone’s soul to Italy before you take them on?” You sniff, wiping your face. “I’m sorry I think, I just want it all to be over.” Deku presses his lips together and frowns before speaking again, a touch of childish desperation creeping into his voice.

“It’s just that, the little parts of being alive are so fascinating to me,” he giggles at the thought, “Did you know some humans, when they date, take pictures of each other, and make it their little um, their phone screen?” You nod. “And I’ve seen,” he keeps chattering excitedly, I’ve seen them ah,” he stops himself, searching for the word, “Do this thing, where they’re lying down together, and they kinda fit their bodies into each other?”

“Spooning?” You offer, and he beams.

“IS that what it’s called?” He fidgets, and you can see his long dark nails, more like talons in the darkness. He was so excited, so sweet.

“Um, I could, if you want I could show you, more of the things humans do when they’re in love?” He brightens, and when he smiles, the hood of his cloak falls off his head. In the dark moonlight, you can seek the skeleton underneath his skin, underneath the human glamour part of him.

“Oh, sorry.” he says, jerking the cloak over his head again, his ‘humanity’ restored. “I would, I would like that though.” He takes your hand. “Like, this, did I do this right, when I was comforting you, I’ve seen movies I-”

“This is fine.” You say, giving him a tiny encouraging smile that just cuts all the way through his chest. “But isn’t it better like this?” You carefully interlace your fingers with his. His hand is cold to the touch, but his face warms, a long breath escaping from his chest.

“Oh,” he says, “Yes it feels, so much closer?” You squeeze his hand, and he gets redder.

“You were good, ah, especially when you um,” You step into his personal space again and bury your face in his chest, he nods, understanding, cupping the back of your head in his free hand.

“Like this?” He asks, and you can feel the rumble of his voice from his chest.

“Yes,” you sigh, a little more warmth to the sound. “It helped.”

“What else,” he says, the desperation back in his voice, “Please I want, I want to understand better, for the people I guide.” You nod into him.

“You could lean down, and kiss the top of my head.” He follows your orders, his mouth lingering on your scalp, inhaling your scent. You smell like cigarette smoke, and vanilla perfume. “And I would do this,” You breathe, wrapping your free arm around his waist, and going to wrest your other hand from his but when you pull at it, his grip tightens, and an animalistic snarl rips from his chest. You jump and gasp with fear but apologies are spilling from his lips immediately.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he says, “I just, I guess, I’m feeling protective, I want to keep holding your hand, please, ah,” you look up at him, his face is so genuinely contrite it breaks your heart, “May I please keep holding it?”

“Ah, yes.” You say, and he smiles at you, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “Can we keep walking?” You ask, and he nods. The two of you stroll through the streets of Venice at night, and the temperature drops considerably as the moon gets higher. You’re standing at the dock, looking out at the ocean, when you start genuinely trembling, and he speaks again, handsome face contorted with concern.

“Ah, are you cold?”

“Y-yes.” You choke out, still in only the tank top and pajama shorts you’d died in.

“I can um, I can give you my cloak if you don’t mind that i’ll look less human.” He offers, and you shrug.

“I can’t imagine that after all that,” you remember your crumpled form, the black spots appearing on your vision as your boyfriend stumbled out of the room, so drunk he was blind to what he’d done, “That I looked human.”

“No, I suppose not so much.” he says, remembering a scene from a movie he’d watched on a day off, taking your chin in his hand roughly, then jumping back and releasing it, “Sorry, I wanted to touch you, but I, I did that wrong?” You nod quickly, and he looks sheepish, reaching back and touching his own neck. “Sorry.” He repeats.

“No it’s alright,” You say, taking his hands and arranging them on your face so that he’s cupping it, his thumbs resting on the top of your cheeks. “Like this.” He strokes your skin for a moment, lost in the high planes of your face reflecting in the moonlight, the only sound the water lapping the dock you're standing on, the boats nudging each other. But then another shiver runs up your spine, and he practically rips off his cloak, draping it around your shoulders, bending down so that he can properly arrange it on your shoulders. In the bright silver moonlight, he stretches into a truer form. He’s a little hunched, and much closer to seven feet than six. There are two white bony horns peeking out of his green hair, and his canines are long and sharp in a distinctly inhuman way. In the direct moonlight, you can see right through his skin. But other than that, he’s built like a man, the largest man you’ve ever seen, but a man nonetheless.

“Wow,” you stammer, drawing his cloak around you. He laughs.

“You’re not afraid?” He asks, and your mind flashes to the fear you knew in your life, the way you’d come to jump at loud noises, the way just the scent of whiskey could send you into a tailspin, and you shake your head.

“I’ve seen worse.” You say softly, and he nods, understanding.

“Ah.” He offers you his hand, now with long talons at the end. You take it, and he carefully, painstakingly interlaces your fingers. “Can I,” he starts, and then you watch him stop himself, second guess, and then barrel forward, “Can I, what I mean, is that,” he pauses, struggling for the right words. “I would like to, to kiss you, if I can.” Your eyes widen.

“Oh!”

“I mean, not if, not if you don’t-”

“No it’s just-”

“It’s totally okay,” he flashes his palms at you, “I get it if you-”

“I want to.” You cut him off again, and he looks at you, shock coloring his handsome features. “I just um,” you look around, “I know no one can see us, but I’d prefer if we could go somewhere um, private?” He nods, squeezing your hand.

“My place?”

“You have a place?” You ask, as he lifts you back up into the air, and you watch the moonlight glitter on the dark ocean.

“My shift’s been over for a bit.” He explains, a little guilt creeping into his expression. “We work for three weeks about, your time. You were my last job.”

“Oh.” Something twinges in your gut. “Can I ask you something?” You look down, Venice is tiny below you, nearly disappearing into the sea. “What ah, what are you?”

“I serve death.” He explains, lifting you easily so that you’re cradled against his chest, swaddled like a baby. “In all of their forms, as the raven queen, as the devil, as the moon, whatever form you’ve given them.” He shifts you a little so that your head is resting on his pectoral. “You might call me ah, a demon, I suppose, but that comes with such a negative connotation.”

“What should I call you, then?” He glances down at you, it’s incredible to him, how easy you’re taking this, how quickly you accepted death, how you don’t seem to be afraid of him, it feels, dreamlike.

“Call me Izuku.” He says as you break through a huge white cloud. The world around you blurs and suddenly you’re not flowing up, but down, down towards a ground that looks like a rocky mountainside. “It’s a reflection,” he explains, seeing the look on your face, “Sometimes when you’re looking in the mirror and you see something behind you, you are seeing us.”

“Izuku,” you say, and oh god his given name on your lips is heavenly, so sweet and short, a cooing, breathy sound. His mouth goes dry as he lands on the dirt path, leading to the mouth of a cave. “Is this allowed, I don’t want you to get in trouble.” He stretches a little, setting you on the ground, you’d have to go back, eventually, he thinks, but there was a way, a way to ensure you’d be his forever.

“They might notice, in a century, that you didn’t report to where you’re going.” He yawns. “But it’s so kind of you to care.” He leads you to the mouth of the cave, which has a huge nest of blankets and twigs, the occasional moss accent softening a corner. Flickering torches hang on the walls, creating long dancing shadows on the floor. He helps you into the nest, lifting your body up and over the lip of it so that you slide to the soft bottom, then leaping into it after you. It’s cozy and much less fragile than it looks,

“I like this,” you breathe, startling even yourself at how, right it feels to be here. He blushes a deep crimson.

“You like my nest?”

“It seems,” you shift your weight a little, “It seems sturdy.” Warmth spreads across his chest.

“Thank you.” You’re sitting cross-legged on the blankets, with him kneeling in front of you. “Where do I um, how do I start?” he asks, and you take his huge hands guiding them so that one of them rests on your waist, and the other is cupping your cheek.

“Now press your lips to mine,” you say, eyes wide and kind, full of the most beautiful innocence - god he was going to - “Softly, at first.” You instruct, speaking the words almost into his mouth. “And you can use your hands to move me where you want me.” His hand on your waist tightens, digging into the softness of your skin there as he leans farther forward, experiencing the gentle ecstasy of closeness. Your body is warm, so warm compared to him, he can’t help it, he wants more, using his leverage to push his tongue between your lips, guiding you down on your back so that he can feel every curve, every contour of you against him. It’s been so long, he works so hard, and there are so many intricacies to your anatomy, so many places he can press his lips to make more music spill from your mouth. Where he’s hard and cold, you’re plush and warm, and the little gasp you make when he accidentally grazes his teeth against your lower lip practically sets him on fire, a low growl ripping from his chest. You tug on his hair, guiding him from your mouth to the crook of your neck, pulling another hiccupping gasp from your lips.

“I-izuku,” you choke out, it feels good, his tongue long and rough on your skin, but, “It’s o-okay, you can touch me,” another sound rumbles from him, somehow even more feral, as both of his hands move up to palm your chest, rutting his hips desperately against yours.

“Want you, gotta get your ready for me,” he growls, “Please, fuck, I need-”

“It’s okay,” you breathe, more sure of this than anything in your life, “I want you, I want you, I can handle it.” He pulls off of you, face flushed, heart racing, as he rips your pajama shorts off of you and dives between your legs. It’s like he’s sucked the air from your lungs, bright lights exploding behind your eyes as he presses his nose against your clit and slides his long tongue into your core. “Mmmmm,” He groans, rolling his hips against the ground, roughly taking your thighs in a bruising grip as you writhe with pleasure, the vibrations of his voice only sending you higher.

“‘Zuku,” you choke out, as he laps at you greedily, “Feels, feels so good.” He growls into your warmth again, pressing himself deeper into you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, guiding his movements against you, he lets you set the rhythm but any time you try and squirm away from him, any time the pleasure becomes too much, he locks his arms around you tighter, holding you in place. You meet his gaze, eye narrowed and intense.

“Mine,” he says, before slipping a finger inside of you. You keen at that alone, the possessive undercurrent to his voice making your face hot and mouth dry. “Mine,” he says again, knuckle deep inside you, pressing against your velvet walls as you gasp and mewl. “Say it.” He demands, his demeanor completely different. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m,” you swallow, he curls his one finger inside of you and your back is practically forced into an arch, pleasure building, the hot coil in your stomach growing tighter. “I’m yours, I’m yours, Izuku,” you cry out over the lewd squelch of his finger inside you. He adds a second one, scissoring them inside you, and he marvels at the way it sends a shudder throughout your entire body, you just can’t stay still for him, even yelping when he sinks his teeth into the soft skin at your hips, delighting in the way you’ve completely come undone at his touch. He can feel his cock straining against his pants, with every wanton moan that escapes your lips, it gets harder, desperate for some kind of friction, to replace his fingers in your warm, wet, cunt.

“Fuck,” you choke out, looking at him again, soft eyes glistening with tears, and somewhere inside of him, a damn breaks. With a feral grunt, he takes you roughly by the waist and lifts you in the air, flopping on his back as he positions you above his crotch, watching your eyes widen with fear as he pulls his length out from his pants. He’s huge underneath you, shoulders wide and flat, his shirt sticking to his sweaty abdomen. You reach for it, tugging it over his head and leaning back, bracing your hands against his hips, raking your eyes down his scarred muscle to the trail of green hair leading to the largest cock you’ve ever seen, purpled with need and curving slightly.

“C’mon,” he growls, “C’mon baby, take it, you can do it.” You swallow, heart thrumming as you sink down, your walls stretching taking even the head of him. “That’s it,” he says, dark eyes glittering, as you let out a soft whine.

“S-so big, ‘Zuku,” you mumble, closing your eyes as you feel a light slap on your thigh,

“Look at me,” He says, “Focus on me,” You lower your hips a little more, your mouth dropping open as the stretch starts with a sharp pain that melts into pleasure. He sits up a little, taking your thighs in his hands, kneading at them before pressing another kiss to your lips. “Take it baby, you can take it,” he says, as you keep sinking lower, your eyes completely losing focus as your soft walls flutter around him.

“Ah,” you moan, biting down on your lower lip, you’re still only about halfway. It’s not just that it’s the longest cock you’ve ever seen, it’s wide, and there’s so much space between your hips and that tuft of green hair at his hilt.

“Look at me,” He says again, authority seeping into his tone, and you obey, shivering with pleasure, “Look at me,” you nod, “You’re gonna take my cock, angel, alright, like a good girl, and then I’m gonna make you feel so good no one else is ever gonna matter,” you nod, and keep going, ignoring the stretch, tuning everything out but his loud groans.

“‘Z-zuku,” you mumble, trying not to break eye contact with him.

“No one else,” he says, his voice dark, his eyes narrow and possessive, “‘M gonna ruin you for anyone else.” You roll your hips a little as you finally, finally take all of him, settling down on top of him as you feel every inch, every vein, pulsing, so hot inside you.

“So f-full,” you breathe, reaching for him and instinctively, he holds your hand, just like you taught him.

“What a good girl,” he coos, and watches you preen at the praise, squeezing your hand, “Ready for me to move, baby, ‘m gonna fuck you so good baby,” You whimper, and he sits up eyes wide with concern. “Is it too much I-”

“I want you to kiss me,” you mumble, embarrassed at your desire for intimacy, but he beams at you before crashing his lips against yours at the same time as he thrusts his length inside you, letting you moan into his open mouth, not letting go of your hand as he slowly begins moving inside you. You collapse into his chest and he takes it in stride, burying his face in your neck, biting down on your soft flesh, as the pleasure overtakes him.

“So good,” he chokes out, moving you up and down his cock, feeling your walls flutter and squish around him, “Such a good girl, baby,” he breathes, “F-fuck, takin’ all of me, so good, such a good fuckin’ girl,” he snarls the last word, slamming into you hard, eliciting a sharp keen from your lips. He can’t tear his eyes away from the way you’re stretching to accommodate him, watching his cock disappear between your soaking folds, groaning loudly at the way you squeeze around him.

“More,” you beg, holding his hand more tightly, “More please, ‘Zuku, I can take it.”

“Fuck yes you can,” He breathes, picking up the pace, fucking you harder, letting you completely relax against his chest as he thrusts upward into you, watching your chest bounce with every roll of his hips, lifting your head up so that he can kiss you sloppily again as he feels himself scrape against your walls. “Fuck yes,” he repeats, speaking into your mouth, refusing to let go of your hand,

“Can I,” you stop speaking as a particularly hard snap of his hips against your sucks the wind from your lungs, “Can I cum?” He blinks up at you, the idea of it registering, and then whatever self-control he’d been holding on to dissipates. He flips you on your back without pulling out and pins both of your hands next to your head as he fucks you into oblivion.

“Cum for me,” He snarls, “Cum for me, I want it, I wanna feel you cum on my cock, baby come on,” you writhe underneath him, completely lost in the sensation the coil in your stomach hot and tight, you’re teetering on the edge of your high as he leans down and speaks in your ear, his breath on your neck, “I said,” he growls, voice completely different, dark and threatening, “Cum for me.” It’s like you’ve been shoved off a cliff, you clench down on him hard, losing complete control of your limbs and your mind, babbling praise as he carries you through your orgasm. He chases his own high, thrusts sporadic, in time with short low grunts, as he explodes inside of you, staying hard with the single-minded thought of getting his cum as deep within your cunt as possible, of marking your womb and your body as his.

“Mine,” he says, over and over as he watches you unravel, your tongue lolling as your orgasm rips through your body, noticing the marks he’d littered on your neck and chest, the bite marks and bruises making him somehow even harder. It’s a few minutes, before he finally stops cumming, collapsing on top of you, still not releasing your hand. He crushes you against his chest, wrapping himself in blankets as you come down, finally pulling out of your pussy with a soft groan.

“Izuku,” you breathe, still barely present. “Izuku, am I,” you swallow, “Is this, ah,” you pause, catching your breath but he presses a single finger to your lips.

“Shhh,” he breathes, “You’re mine, baby, all mine, nothing bad, is ever going to happen to you, ever again.” You lift your head sleepily.

“Yours?”

“Mine.” He confirms and feels you relax against him. He watches you drift off to sleep, stroking your hair, peppering your face with kisses, whispering praise. After all, his hands brush your stomach, if you weren’t pregnant yet he’d just have to try harder next time.

“I’m not asking your permission,” he says quietly, nestling you in his lap, “But just so you know, I’m going to kill your boyfriend.” You blink up at him, brain still operating at 1%.

“Really?” You breathe, eventually, and he nods.

“Yeah.” He presses his lips to your forehead. “I’m gonna take such good care of you.” You snuggle against him, sleepy, fucked out, in a demon's nest, about to fall asleep against his chest when he speaks again. “And you’re gonna give me the sweetest babies,” he coos, and your blood turns to ice, nerves overtaking you.

“What?” You ask, suddenly wide awake, staring up at him. He just nods.

“I don’t know much about romance,” he says, with a sheepish shrug, “But I do know you’re gonna be so beautiful,” you feel his lips on your neck, “Carrying my babies.” You swallow, remembering your mother, doing everything on her own, barely present.

“Y-you’ll help me, right?” You beg, and he pulls away from you, scandalized.

“Of course!” His eyes widen. “Of course, I will.” You close your eyes, putting the cold darkness of your human lift behind you, wrapping your arms around your demon's neck.

“Alright, then,” you wrap your legs around his body. “I’ll be yours, Izuku.” He pets your head, “Can we sleep?” He pulls you down into his pile of blankets, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, nestling you against his chest, and the only sound in the cave is his soft, even breath, and the crackling of the flames of the torches affixed to the wall. “Oh wait,” you sit up, and his heart breaks into a sprint, he could stop you from leaving, from running but he’s not sure he can handle the idea of being rejected - “We could spoon, um, if you want?” There’s a moment, where he processes what you’re offering, letting him lie down on his side and lying down behind him. You hook your arms under his, pressing your chest against his back. “Do you feel safe?” You ask in the tiniest, sweetest voice, his heart shatters, his hands ache for you, but he answers simply, voice trembling as tears spring to his eyes.

“I think,” he says, “No one’s ever touched me softly either.” You bury your face in his neck. “Hmm,” you sigh sleepily. “I’ll teach you.” He swallows, nodding, and his next thought hits him like a train. God, was he going to make your boyfriend fucking suffer.

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f4iryxt · 2 years ago

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How different 1a students would act like in public

(Dating edition)

Bakugou,Midorya,Kirishima

Remember that this is only my opinion!

Feel free to request anything or to add stuff <3

Bakugou

He's more of a private guy, so don't expect too much of affection in public. I feel like he wouldn't want to hold hands, but if you'd insist, the most he would do is let you hold on to his arm. Yk not too much but enough to make you happy.

He wouldnt lash out on you in public, but in class it's different. He would complain to you just like to his friends, but if he'd accidentally really hurt you're feelings, he'd cook you you're favorite food. (He'll never apologize with words)

if he's feeling nice he'd whisper things in you're ear to make you a blushing mess and he'd just grin there proud of himself. He would also pull you aside when nobody's watching and have make out sessions and then go back to the group like nothing happened, while you're still trying to figure out what just happened.

Midorya

Now this man right here. He would have no idea how to act in public. He'd just be a blushing mess tryna think what to do.

He'd be too scared to make you uncomfortable by asking to as an example. hold hands. When he finally has the courage to ask and you happily accept,of course he would just fall more and more in love with you.

Holding hands would become hes favorite thing. Everywhere you went, you would be holding hands. At winter times he puts his hand in his pocket while still holding hands with you, to keep your hands warm.

Kirishima

He'd be so sweet and gentle with everything. I feel like he thinks that showing affection in public is manly. Small kisses on the cheek while waiting in the line to the cafeteria, making sure you're not cold while walking to class, warming your hands with his own, cuz his hands are so much bigger then yours etc.

He would notice immediately if you're uncomfortable and would back up instantly apologizing a lot and asking was there anything he did wrong and so on. When you'd finally say he didn't do anything wrong, saying you just remembered and upcoming exam you had forgot, kiri would visibly relax, telling you off for scaring him like that.

(He's the sweetest tho:'))

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littlebowdagger · 3 years ago

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doves came crashing.

minors & ageless blogs dni!

pairing: izuku midoriya x gn! reader

warnings: established relationships, ooc midoriya, suggestive themes, pet names (puppy, darling), slight angst, reader gets called a slut once, dom/sub topics.

all characters are aged up!

teasing izuku during an important gala event wasn’t the best of your options…

“you think you’re so fuckin clever, don’t you?” his voice was heavy as he cornered you. “oh. you don’t wanna act tough now?”

“m-midoriya-“ you whimpered, hoping the submission in your voice would drive him off. it didn’t. the green haired man only chuckled now, grabbing your wrists and pinning them together above you. his other hand clasped against your quivering lips. “mmph-!”

“you were teasing me all night. how could you? dance with other heroes in this dress, nonetheless. giving me your best ‘fuck me eyes’ while rubbing shoulders with the others, yeah?”

his grip was painful but it didn’t matter. you were sure he was going to do way more. he’s eyes weren’t big and bright anymore in this very moment. they weren’t dull, either. they held something else- a fire- and maybe that’s what’s so scary (and sexy) about this situation. his eyes narrowed as he forced pressure onto your mouth.

“well, slut?” he asked. you weren’t entirely sure how to speak with his hand over your mouth, but you were willing to try. you tapped on his arm twice and he angrily let you talk while keeping your hands restricted. “talk. why be a brat now? here?”

“you…you stop giving me attention. i guess if i started acting out you’d notice me. i’m sorry. i guess i’m not really ready for all this.” you sheepishly admitted. midoriya’s eyes softened but still held a power you wouldn’t threaten to dare. his hand finally let off your wrists, gently rubbing them. “i understand if you want a submissive. i’m just not the right person.”

midoriya sighed. “puppy. i’m sorry. i kind of forced you into this whole thing. i guess we still have a lot to learn together.” he gently gripped your hands, letting them hang connected. “i don’t want this to be the last of us. i want to continue to grow with you.”

you couldn’t help but smile at the genuine apology. squeezing his hands and pulling him in for a sweet kiss. his hands wrapped around your waist and yours around his neck.

“thank you. and i accept your apology. instead of acting out i’ll try talking to you first.”

“but fixing your little attitude is a part of the fun, darling.”

“little?” you raised an eyebrow and fixed the collar on his shirt along with his tie. even at twenty- something the boy never bothered to learn how to knot it correctly.

midoriya chuckled again, pulling you to his body. “shall we go, sweetheart?”

you nodded. “yes sir, we shall.”

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predictable-affairs · 3 years ago

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Kind of thinking of doing something stupid and teasing Izuku all day. Simply, just innocently. Short skirts, tight shirts... Phew, have you been working out lately? The tightest panties you could find, that fit you perfectly for some reason, driving him crazy with it’s hypnotizing, mirage like appearances all day. Was it you standing on your tippy toes to grab something off a high shelf, that drove him to the edge? Your stretched out form looking so delectable pressed up against the wood. Imagining you, so dumb and ditzy, thinking it’s him you’re pressed against. Or was it when he came from behind and tried being the good ol’ hero, helping you get that snack off the shelf, meanwhile, all you did was make his job harder, like always. Pressing up against him, your body no longer interested in the sturdy shelf, rubbing that cute little ass in circles, all meanwhile just puckering your fuckable little lips and fluttering those thick eyelashes, whining with each squirm. And just as he’s getting into it, grasping and understanding your rhythm, you just pull away, skipping out of his grasp and out of the room. Giving Izuku a hard on all day, showing a bit of sass and bratty attitude until he finally fucks the living shit out of you...

“Yeah, is this what you wanted? You wanted to get the brat fucked out of ye’?”

“Aw, are you crying? I didn’t know you were so sensitive...”

“Come on, take what’s given to you like a big girl, you brat.”

“I love how your ass looks in that skirt, come on, bend over just a bit more... Oh yeah, might have to buy you more of those...”

“You’re giving me such a hard time baby, stay still, come on, be good, you’ve been begging for it all day after all!”

“Hey! Let’s do it on this very shelf you like grinding up against. I’ll help you distinguish what’s real and what’s not.”

...

Yeah... livin’ the dream...

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nightowlfandom · 3 years ago

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Villain! BNHA AU- Our Little Apprentice: Episode-Bakugou

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Episode-PROLOGUE| Episode-Deku

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Now playing- Episode Bakugou!

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O.R.C.H.I.D- Kink Unlocked : Public Acts

“ORCHID don’t start.” you groaned as you typed in some coordinates.

“I have to! Y/N have you lost your mind?!”

You didn't think arguing with your AI companion was a great way to start the day, yet here you were.

A hologram of a girl in a school uniform with a giant hairbow secures atop shiny silver pigtails appeared on your screen.

"Y/N-"

“Save it, okay?!” you leaned back in your seat. “It’s for Izu-kun.”

“A WHOLE ASS VILLAIN.” ORCHID emphasized. “Y/N-”

“Shut it!” you snapped. “Get me coordinates for the fight that happened the other day.”

“Fetching coordinates....Y/N, I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Nothing will as long as....as long as Izuku isn’t planning to trick me.”

“I’ve erased all your records of living here so no one will tie your landlord’s disappearance to you.”

“Cool. We gotta go mobile until we can set you up somewhere.”

You watched as each computer began folding on itself into a little compact laptop shaped apparatus. You grabbed the new travel sized AI and shoved it into a backpack.

“I’ve connected myself to your wristwatch.”

Before you could turn around, Izuku walked around the corner. He stretched his arms above his head. He had stayed over after the night you two had. You had snuck out of bed to pack up everything as he instructed.

“Hey Y/N...ready already?” he yawned. He was very disheveled, hair all over the place.

“I don’t own much.” you replied shortly. “All I have that is super important are my suits and O.R.C.H.I.D.”

“Right.” he gave a single nod. “The guys are expecting you already so we can go whenever you want.”

“Right.” you repeated his words. “We could-...There’s no need to stay here y’know...”

“Of course. Don’t worry, the warehouse will feel just like home.”

“I’ll bet.”

...

You stood outside a weird looking building. You shifted all your weight to one side with a hand on your hip. Izuku pressed a random button on an intercom. “Hey fuck face, let me in!” He had slipped his hand into yours, causing you to feel warm inside. It felt almost nice.

“Everyone’s waiting.” he spoke as you both walked down the hall. “I warn you now, some might be more on board than others.”

“You can say it, Bakugou.” you scoffed. “Who cares what he thinks?” you grumbled. “I did not care about his opinions then, you think I care now?”

“Great! You’ll fit right in here.” he chuckled. “HEY, Y/N’S HERE!” he yelled once he got to a place that looked like a boardroom. It looked very...not like the outside. It was kind of professional looking.

Every chair in the room spun around and you were met by an unsettling amount of familiar faces. Instead of innocent, bright eyes boys they were all scary looking and rugged men. They had all changed intensely.

“Old classmate.” Tenya Iida lowered his glasses. He was sitting in the chair closest to you. “Glad you could join us.”

“How nice to see you after your little show.” followed Denki.

“Glad you see it our way!” Kirishima laughed.

“Good to have you...baby~” Shoto, who had been facing an open window turned to you with a wink.

“Fuck you.” you snarled, those old feelings rising up.

“Still haven’t forgiven me?” he smirked.

“Izuku I swear to-” you almost raised your fist, but luckily O.R.C.H.I.D cut through the air with her voice.

“Not to interrupt but can we set me up now?”

“Where can I set up my AI?” you turned to Izuku with a sigh, deciding that making anyone mad wasn’t on the menu.

“What’s so great about a stupid computer!” a new voice huffed. Katsuki pushed passed you two, rubbing the back of his head. He has obviously just woken up.

“Okay first of all it’s not a stupid computer. It’s too advanced for people like you guys.” you placed the flat disk on the table.

“Speak your password?”

“Princess.” you spoke loud and clearly.

“Princess? Vain are we?” Shoto turned towards you with an amused grin

“Within my own right.” you huffed.

Everyone watched as it turned into a huge quite literal ‘super’ computer. O.R.C.H.I.D’S avatar appeared on screen. “Welcome back!”

“Alright O.R.C.H.I.D.” You grabbed the handheld keyboard. “Where are the nanobots?” you hummed.

“I built them in my mainframe.”

“Show me...outside.” you ignored the slightly surprised glances your received as every monitor displayed a different part of the parking lot.

“This will be perfect for the heist tonight...”Kirishima commented. “This thing will have us in and out in no time.”

“-and since Bakugou was so welcoming towards Y/N, she’ll be your partner for the night.”Izuku cut in. “He’ll be the one to walk you through your initiation.”

“WHAT?”

“Deal with it.” Izuku scoffed. “Maybe she can keep your dumb ass under control so you don’t expose us like last time.”

“I ALWAYS WORK ALONE.”

“Not anymore!”

You watched as Bakugou sent a glare your way.

“Cool?” you raised an eyebrow.

... (fast forward)

“O.R.C.H.I.D, Scan the area.” you whispered into your watch. “There’s five guards, they’re understaffed today?”

“How do you know all that?” Bakugou boredly leaned against an alley wall..

“Look.” you held out your phone to him. He stared at you like you had 8 heads for a minute before he grabbed the phone from you. “Shit...maybe you aren’t so useless.”

“I never was.” you sighed. “O.R.C.H.I.D, preform action takedown.”

“As you wish.”

Every single guard collapsed in place. “Tell the others to go, they have 20 minutes before the effects wear off.”

“Heard you loud and clear babe.” Izuku’s voice could be heard in your earpiece. “You’re good at this, you’ll be a natural in no time!”

“God why did they stick me in a skirt. These things suck.” you whined. You noticed Bakugou was staring at you for a long time, as if trying to see something you couldn’t.

“You really are different than how you used to be.” Katsuki grumbled.

“Glad you noticed. Puberty does that.” you rolled your eyes.

“Not what I meant!” he barked in reply. “Damnit you act like you’re above everyone!”

“Does that sound familiar?” you glared at him with a vengeance. “I seem to remember you had quite the superiority complex towards me...the extra.” you seethed the word he used to call you and everyone else below him. He had gone completely quiet now.

(Flashback)...

You looked at your camera lens, giving the thumbs up to Momo who stood up straight.

“Did you get my good side?”

“You look great!” you gave her a finger gun. It was graduation day and you were busy getting pictures of everyone to post on your famous Heroes Of The Future blog. 10 million viewers a week. As you pretended to shoot your little finger gun, you noticed a little pastel pink colored fizz come out of your finger.

“What the-”

“Hey, L/N!” a voice howled with laughter. Katsuki strode past the crowd of people. “Just wanted to let you know to stay out my way while your busy taking pictures from the sidelines. I’d hate to see the least useless person in the school get pancaked.”

“The only reason I’m not gonna punch your lights out is because for some reason Izuku considers you a friend. So get out of my way.” you glowered. As you walked away, Bakugou stared at your back.

He went to follow you, to tell you what he had been really meaning to say...that he was sorry you ended up with an asshole like Todoroki...or somethin’

but you had already joined your other friends.

...(Flashback end)

“I’m not the same stupid kid you know.” he grumbled. “People chance.”

“Neither am I...”were the last words you spoke before you tapped away at your screen. Izuku had promised you that your first heist wouldn’t involve any super harsh villain work, at least until you got out of your hero mindset.

“Someone’s coming your way. You gotta distract them, Y/N.” you heard in your earpiece

“Or kill them...your choice.” Came Denki’s voice. “I’d kill them but, your choice, babysteps, cutie!.”

Like they said, a guard came running around the corner charging for you and Bakugou. Before Katsuki could do anything, you grabbed the attackers arm and gave them a face full of radioactive plasma to the face. “O.R.C.H.I.D, Shockwave!”

“As you wish!”

The attacker was practically turned into dust. Was killing a bad person like reverse psychology? Probably. A bad person killing a bad person? Could you even call yourself a bad person. You had never used your quirk for anything other than saving stray kittens from trees.

This was years different.

“Someone else is coming! Be prepared.”

You looked to Bakugou seeing if he had any bright ideas. Before you knew it, he had grabbed your waist and pushed you against the wall, covering your body with his. “What are you-”

You were thinking more along the lines of. He used his quirk next...but this worked too.

Bakugou crashed his mouth over yours, claiming your mouth in a very lewd looking and sounding kiss. He had a fistful of your hair in one hand while the other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you up. He grinded his body against yours.

The more he went on, the more compromising it looked. Whoever had walked around the corner saw. They saw everything. They saw Bakugou anchor his head to kiss a harsh line down your neck and jaw. They saw his hands trail up under your clothes. They even saw his hands creep under your skirt.

“Do you mind?” Bakugou’s glare scared the stranger cold. “I don’t like an audience.” he snarled, holding out a hand. “BEAT IT!” he barked.

Whoever had bolted off and left you both alone, but that didn’t stop Katsuki from slowly pulling down your panties. “The nerve of some people.” he shook his head.

“Bakuou what are you-”

“Shut it! the quieter you are, the more fun we can have.” he smirked. “I’ve always liked you Y/N.” he chuckled. “I ain’t passing this up. You aren’t either.” he hooked one of your legs around his shoulders as he drove his tongue up your slit.

You first instinct was to very abruptly slap a hand over your mouth. You were shaking instantly. He laughed harshly as he lashed his tongue against your clit.

“You and everyone else.” you groaned, feeling your legs shake. It was like you were in a fan fiction or something. “W-we can’t do this here-Ungh..” you couldn’t finish your sentence.

“Oh yes we can, we can do this right here and no one is gonna say shit about it unless they wanna be in a fucking wheelchair, drinking out of a straw for the rest of their lives.” he growled. “You’re rocking your hips against my tongue like a little slut. You want this just as much as I do!” he cooed between harsh licks. “You’re a little whore for me aren’t you? Is daddy gonna teach you to be a good villain? hm?” he thrust a finger into your wetness, making you let out a cry.

He held your hips down, making it hard to move beneath his devilish mouth. He was being mean on purpose. He laid lewd, wet, and loud open mouthed kisses along your sex.

“K-katsuki.” you whimpered. “This feels dirty.”

“Awww...it’s supposed to.” he mocked your bashfulness. He fumbled with his belt as he rose to his feet. His pants dropped to his knees, then pooled on the ground. “I’m gonna fuck you like this, just like this.” he hoisted you up and pushed you further against the wall, inching himself inside of you.

“K-katsuki!~” you whined. “It’s s-so...”

“So big? So thick? Hell the fuck yeah it is.” he laughed. “You like being man-handled by me don’t you.” he slowly thrust himself into you. “Like a little slut. Face it, you want to be my extra. You love being below me because your a little fucking whore.” he snarled as his thrusts grew more and more strong. “You can’t even stay quiet on a fucking mission because you want some cock so fucking bad.” he insulted you.

Your legs couldn’t move, shit you had been shaking so much you didn’t even realize that two more people had walked by and very quickly fled after a threat from the man using you as a sex doll.

You were first to cum. You practically exploded, feeling every emotion you had release all over his length. Bakugou came shortly after, filling up your tight hole to the brim. To the point where it spilled on the ground.

“Good girl.” he threw his head back. “V-very good girl. Shit...” he messily crashed his mouth over yours against, practically invading your mouth with his tongue to which you shyly responded with affections of your own. “Maybe this was a good idea after all.”

It was all good until you realized....your earpiece was still on...and that everyone could heard you.

O.R.C.H.I.D: Next Episode Unlocked!- Todoroki (Read Now!)

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kirithots · 3 years ago

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Kinktober Day 5- Roleplay

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Disclaimers: smut with no plot, characters are aged up, established relationship, villian x victim roleplay

“Do you want to roleplay with me?”

You were not expecting to hear those words to ever come out of Izuku’s mouth.

“Um… what?”

“You know, pretending to be different people in bed!”

You laughed.

“I know what it is, Zuku… I just didn’t think you were into that.”

He blushes.

“Well we don’t have to try it unless you want to, my love…” he smiles shyly.

“Let’s do it.”

You find yourself tied, each of your limbs restrained by the posts on each corner of the bed.

Izuku stands over you menacingly.

“Look at my pretty victim, all tied up and soaked for me.”

Your cunt is glistening with arousal.

“Please, villian. Don’t hurt me!”

He slaps your thigh and laughs.

“I’ll do whatever I please, little one. In fact…”

His hands slide up toward your pussy.

“I think I’ll take you now”

Adept fingers spread you wide open as tears run down your face (from pleasure or for the sake of role play, we’ll never know).

“I thought you didn’t like me, but your pussy says otherwise, sweet heart.”

You try to move your body away from his fingers, but a large arm holds you down.

“Since you’re so impatient! I’m not even prep your tight little cunt. Now take it!”

He pushes into your roughly and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Izuku pounds into you, not even giving you a second to gain some composure.

Your orgasm swiftly creeps up on you as his dick rearranges your insides.

“Please, Mr.Villian! Don’t stop!”

He chuckles darkly.

“Cum for me, baby!”

His thumb does right circles on your clit, sending you over.

“Oh my god!!”

Your pussy gushes all over his member, milking him as he cums inside of you.

“Holy shit, Y/n!”

He holds onto you tightly as you both come down from your highs.

His lips trace kisses all over you.

“We should do that more often” he whispers.

“Agreed.”

Author’s Note: I’ve been playing a lot of D&D lately, and it’s got me thinking of role play all of the time. Let me know what you guys think!

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loversdelusions · 3 years ago

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Learn your beauty: Izuku Midoriya

I had this mesmerizing thought of how he'd teach you just how lovely and beautiful you are.

Izuku Midoriya:

Help me raise money to be a sentient cupcake:

Tw: AFAB genitalia, insecurities...Ig??

"Okay, you need to relax." Izuku drawled, almost as if he'd never slept in his life. "Come on, let's go..."

"No, I am not ready." You insisted, even still. It'd been so long while you stared ta yourself in the mirror and held up your unshakable mountain of beauty standards. "I still need to draw on my nose."

"No," Izuku finally sat up from your bed. "You're very beautiful, doll. You don't need any of that, though your makeup is still very beautiful."

His hand fluttered over and swiped the brush from your hands. "Hey!" Though it didn't matter, because he wasn't about to give it back, no matter how hard you struggled. "Izuku! Stop it. Give it back!"

"You're crazy," He smiled, when you stumbled over him in your angry frantic mess of a reach, he couldn't stop the laugh at the cute attempt you were making to get your brush back. "You don't need any of that."

Even when you fell on top of him- especially then because his smile turned to a grin and suddenly his hands held onto you, no longer paying mind to where the brush went. His eyes met yours, and his hand drifted from the small of your back to cup your lovely ass- if he was to say so himself.

"Izuku we have to leave soon-"

"I don't care." He whispered, closing in to capture your lips in his, shyly at first. He always began his game with shy small kisses, though it never ended well for you. definitely not with your clothes on. You could feel him push you into his body, free arm wrapping around you and holding you to him, completely at his will to deepen the kiss. when he broke the liplock, his voice turned raspy, "You need to learn a lesson,"

"Huh?"

You weren't on top of him anymore. Instead, he tugged you off the edge of the bed and pushed you, bent over the edge bed. His hand found your lower back again, steadying you, with his other hand laid on your lower belly, raising you until you could only stand on the tips of your toes. He savoured the little gasp that fell from your lips, even the little uncomfortable wiggle of your beautiful hips. "Izuku, we're..ah, we're going to be late.."

His hand pushed your skirt upwards, bunching it over your hips and up until it settled around your waist. He had the audacity to hum a tune while he did this, his hand toyed with the sweet he was ready to savour just as much as your noises.

A shiver ran through you when you felt his body press against your back, suddenly you wished that neither of you was clothed, because nothing would have made this any better than the feeling of his warm soft skin on your own, "I don't think your cute little self is ready to go, yet." He chuckled against your shoulder, licking a soft pattern over your exposed neck, "You're yet to learn your lesson. It's too important,"

"What do you mea-ah...Jeez," You almost cringed at your own voice while you reacted to his touch. You couldn't help but let out a surprised cry when he ripped your stockings, "Fuck! Izuku you can't just--"

He bit into the exposed valley of your shoulder. You quieted real quick after, which almost made him harder than he already was at the sight of you when he finally leaned back to capture just how beautiful you looked, ass in the air, hands tightly gripping the linen of your bed, and face slightly tilted back to meet his eyes, your face flushed beyond belief.

"I don't think it's your turn to speak." He smiled, his cute smile turning slightly more sadistic. Though he would argue with you about that, you were certain of it either way. "A student shouldn't talk back to their teacher, right?"

I'm gonna kill you. Was the only thought that burned at the top of your mind at the situation, even if you'd gotten embarrassingly aroused at his sudden show of power. Instead, you attempted to shift your weight on your toes which only made you wiggle more against him, which he happily relished. This time his soft moan made you satisfied. "F-fuck.."

"T-tell me," He attempted to regather his composure, while you heard his belt unbuckle. "Repeat after me, and tell me just how beautiful you know you are."

"What?"

Suddenly his growl near your ear, with him sliding your underwear to the side, made your skin burst into goosebumps. "How beautiful are you?"

he caressed the inside of your thighs, the more he felt you tense and drip onto his floor, the more his heart raced and burned in his chest. He waited to hear your voice, but your lips only parted in surprise. Speechless at his request.

His fingers pushed inside you suddenly, the burn only lasted a slight, even though his sudden intrusion forced a strange mewl of a cry to burst from your parted lips. He didn't waste any time, setting a pace too quick for the sudden way he started. "Izu- Slow..slow down,"

He laughed but did not comply, "You heard me. I need an answer."

"O-okay.." Your breath came out shaky, almost just as shaky as your legs. "I'm pretty,"

"That's not what I said." He added another digit, quickening his pace until he saw your cute little hips move backwards to match him. "Cute, but that's not the assignment, love."

You groaned, your ears burning more at the squelching noises that he was loving so. You almost ripped into the sheet. "Shit... Okay, okay." He placed a sweet kiss on the small of your back, lifting your shirt to make sure you could feel his soft wet kisses as if urging you on. "I..I am beautiful,"

"Yeah?" He utilised his teeth, grazing your skin and biting you softly. Suddenly his fingers left you, and you could feel him line up against your entrance. He didn't give you enough time to relax, though you buckled onto the bed for a moment before he gripped your hips again and pulled you back into place. There he was whispering and biting at your ear again. "Yeah? So sweet and beautiful?"

"Hmm..." You mumbled, "Yeah..."

"Use your words," his fingers played with your cute little clit, watching your expressions. "I want to hear you. Repeat."

"I am...so sweet," You muttered softly, the feeling of his jaw over your shoulder. "And beautiful."

He immediately slammed into you, unable to contain himself a moment later, and he was almost sure he saw a little bit of drool fall from your lips. He was tempted with shoving his fingers which had been so lovingly toying with you into your mouth and demanding you suck them, but it would have taken away from hearing you learn your lesson. Even though your continued noises were like music to his ears, especially when it was his name laced in the melody.

"Again," He groaned in his own pleasure. the more you repeated, the different his pace moved. Slow, fast, deep or even barely even pulling out any longer, just snapping his hips against your plump flesh. He wanted to hear it until you screamed.

"I am beautiful."

"You're beautiful,"

"I am beautiful."

"You're beautiful,"

"I am beautiful!"

You could tell when he was about to finish. He would mumble, as hard as he tried to stop himself, he would trip over his words and mumble, even with your words screamed over his, It didn't matter, because the only thing that did was the fact that he needed to hold himself back. "Fuck.. I am not done with you yet."

If it was anything that could make you fall apart around him were those words of his. The sweet lilt of his voice and the higher pitch of his desperate words. Even if you'd finished, you wouldn't let him have all the fun, so his desperate hips were met with your skilful ones, which ground and squirmed and playfully toyed with him.

It wasn't difficult to know when he finished, the warmth that spilt inside you, or the fact that he rode out his high and then laid over you, whose knees buckled and laid slack against the bed, tired, and unable to do anything but twitch.

Still so sweet you were. And Izuku still felt unfulfilled. He didn't want to leave your sweet little cunt, which swallowed him so well it felt like a fucking home. But he did, eventually, watching in glazed off fascination as he watched both of your efforts drip down from you. It was almost enough to make him overcome his sensitivity and get hard again. Which was totally not fair.

You so sweetly tried to slip onto the floor.

He stopped you. Even using one for all to grip your hips way tighter than he meant, and pushed you even more against the edge of the bed, so tightly you couldn't move. "Izuku...please we have to..."

"You learned your lesson, didn't you?"

"Y-yes.."

"Good," he whispered, leaning down and onto his knees. You could feel his breath coming in bursts against your hot and dripping pussy. "I can't let you go on like this, I am not so unchivalrous."

You paused, even in your daze what he said made absolutely no sense.

"I should clean up the mess I've made," he whispered, and you couldn't even take a breath before his tongue had started its play, and suckling and nibbling on your clit.

"IZUKU!"

Just a thought that came to me. He would definitely fix some of those habits by doing this to you.

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