My Copium Au Where They Get To Grow Up

Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to

they're literally every trope ever

villain deku

Gojo: "Domain Expansion-"

You: "Must you say that every time you spread my legs?"

Synopsis: There was just something about your big, bulky, nerdy pro hero that absolutely drove you mad. Especially the way he looked at you when he was frustrated. And how could he not be when his pretty little wife spews filth in his ear all night long during an important event.

Warnings: Dom Izuku, bit mean, choking(is it a kitten fic without that?) Diet Voyeurism I went pretty hard for Izuku soooo smut obvi 18+

AN: straight off the dome thanks to @kweenkatsuki and her idea. @bakugotrashpanda just forcing you to look at it too. wc 1200

Your manicured nails wrap tightly around his strong bicep clad in an expensive designer suit. Your glossed lips pressed to his ear as cameras flash from every direction.

"Izukuu." You whine for the thousandth time this evening, "I need you."

He smiles politely and leans towards you.

"Enough." But there isn't much bite in it when he's smiling so nicely. Like the true brat you are, you push. Pressing your chest against him subtly, leaning up to whisper again.

"Need you to stretch me." A gasp at the thought, "Fill me up."

His grip on your ribs tightens uncomfortably as you've struck a nerve. Insistent all evening on making him late to yet another event. Trying so hard not to rip your dress from your body that his away a sexy thong as he helped you with the zipper. Your hair moved to the side and exposing your pretty throat that he wanted to leave wet kisses along. Instead he showed restraint and kissed the nape of your neck just above the zipper and watched a shiver run down your spine.

Yet still you tried to entice him, earlier in the car, as he drove fast across town to make up for lost time. Thick scarred hand on the gear shifter while your pretty fingers ghosted the outline of his cock until you were out right rubbing harshly on his thick length. He had to grab your wrist and give you a rare withering glare.

His cock hardens in his tight pants now thinking of it and your sultry voice doesn't help. All these people watching, not knowing any better that his sweet wife was such a dirty little thing.

As the two of you move down the red carpet towards the quick interview with the sponsored media, you grab at his ass or slyly slink your hand into his pocket to grab a handful of him. A hand that he gently pulls away. . And just as he's about to step up to speak sweetly to a boring interviewer you whisper in his ear. Sugary sweet.

"I'll even let you cum on my face Izuku."

If there was a doubt in his mind before that he could fight off the urge to fuck you stupid in the next crevice it was gone now. The sight of you on your knees, pretty little tongue lulling out front between your plush lips waiting patiently to catch his fat fuckin load.

He bites the inside of cheek until copper coats his mouth.

He finishes the interview without a second thought, greeting other heros as the pair find their table before excusing the two of you to find the open bar.

When really he's finding an open bathroom. Shoving you into it and bending the door in such a way that it can no longer be pushed open. Cornering you into the counter of the sinks with a mean snarl on his lips and cold emerald eyes boring into you.

"Is this what you want?" He hisses placing his hands on either side of you. So unbelievably frustrated that the counter cracks beneath his grip. It makes your breath quicken as green electricity dances down his skin, looming over you as he lets his mouth hover over yours until he can calm himself.

Only you bring this out in him. This possession, this frustrating and undying need to please you and give you whatever the fuck you wanted. But of course not without a little punishment. He lifts up your dress to your hips, letting his thick digits run along your slit that he can see in your pretty thong and when he feels a dampness near your core he growls.

"Need you. Just want you to give me a creampie." You pout into his ear, he pulls back and moves with inhuman speed. Hand on your throat and in your underwear circling your clit with massive fingers.

"Such a pretty thing. Shame you're so whiny." He watches your face rise and fall with each denial of your pleasure. Pulling the string so fucking taunt only to slowly let it slack again. Over and over until your cunt is weeping over his cruelty.

"Please." A desperate whiny sound as you wither and shake in his grip.

"Only good girls get to cum. 'Sides you only said you wanted me to fill you up." He pulls at his belt with his other hand, freeing his massive aching cock with a groan so sinful you almost cum from that alone, "So I'm going to fill you up."

"But Zuzuuu-" He cuts you off as he nudges your entrance with his fingers and grips the point of your chin, forcing you to look at uncut emeralds.

"You're going to take me and you won't complain. Got it?" He sinks his ring and middle finger into your tight heat with such force it takes you off your tall red bottoms heels for a moment. You whine so loudly it echoes around the tile.

"You like it when Sama is mad at you?" He hisses, "Want everyone to hear me making you cry? Wanna embarrass me?"

"N-No." He pulls out his fingers, makes you watch him place them in his mouth. Sucking the essence of you off his skin before he laps at the pads as if you were a delicacy.

To him you were, he fights the urge to get on his knees and suck your clit so hard you see stars for the next half an hour.

"No what?" A grind of his teeth, a side he only gives to you, fighting back his own whiny, needy want. But that would have to wait until you two were home and he could melt as you use him as a living dildo.

"No, Izuku Sama. I don't want to embarrass you."

"Good girl." He growls and finally gives you some reprieve. Bullying his way into your fluttering heat, he isn't going to last. Not with the sounds you're making, not with how your cunt is gripping him so tightly and echoing that delicious wet slap back to him. You were good to him, too fucking good to him. Pushes your head into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

"You better bite instead of letting me hear you fuckin scream." One for All puts stars in his eyes and just like that you're gone. Floating in outer space before he can even finish his stroke and the only thing keeping you tethered to Earth is the strong, gentle grip his has around your body as he presses you to him. Fucking up into you with a ferocity as the lights flicker and all that can be seen is flashes of green lightening. The large imposing man fucking you so insanly hard, so good as he loses himself to the pleasure that is your gorgeous cunt.

It's maddening and you bite at his thick skin roughly, hardly causing an indent as you try to stifle your screams. It felt good, so fucking good as he lifted your feet from the ground with each thrust. His fat cock head easily rolling over that spongy spot before giving your cervix a bruising kiss.

He can't help himself, he knows you're about to cum, knows you're actually about to squirt, knows he should stop or think of how sexy that is to get him to cum before you so he can keep to his word.

But he can't.

He knew he wasn't going to when he took his pants all the way off and set them to the side, when he made sure your dress was neatly tucked out of the way despite his cruel words.

"If you wanna cum baby, you better squirt on sama's cock." He grunts rolling his hips just so and of course you do. The clear liquid coming out of you in spurts that match the contracting of your cunt. Milking Izuku dry as he whines and groans in your ear. Pulling at your ass cheek so hard and lost in lust it will bruise in the shape of his hand.

"Good girl. Good fuckin girl." He's breathless in his praises as his balls tighten, spilling inside of you and giving you that cream pie you wanted.

He pulls back, looks at your fucked out face with some concern. Not because there was a party to go back to but the fact that he may have gone too far.

The broken mirror, counter, door and light overhead said as much.

"You with me, pretty girl?" He asks gently, pressing his forehead to yours. You give a weak nod before he presses a long kiss to your forehead. He gives you a moment to catch your breath before he fixes you. Cupping your heat after he's dressed and before fixing the door.

"You're gonna sit with my cum leaking out of your greedy hole and think about what you did." His voice is dark, "Then when you get home, I'm going to show you a real punishment. Understand?"

"Yes, Izuku-sama."

It occurred to me that he's squinting his eyes here because he lost his glasses (got broken when he went SUPERSONIC) in the last episode.

Frank Castle está armado e pronto para lutar.

Uma página de "Superaventuras Marvel #80" (Abril, 1989), incluindo uma história originalmente publicada em "The Punisher #2" (Marvel, 1987). Arte por Klaus Janson.

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Frank Castle is armed and ready to fight.

A page from "Superaventuras Marvel #80" (Abril, 1989), featuring a storyline originally published in "The Punisher #2" (Marvel, 1987). Art by Klaus Janson.

sometimes i remember that suguru has literally been dead since the beginning of jjk and it makes me feel physically ill. like. we never got him back. not once. that was never him. it was always kenjaku in his skin, wearing his face, using his voice. and everyone just went along with it. and gojo went along with it. because what was he supposed to do?? watch his best friend's body walk around and pretend he doesn't feel like he's 17 again, failing all over again??

it’s not even a “they fell apart” kind of tragedy. it’s so much worse. suguru died, and then got turned into a puppet, and then gojo had to keep living in a world where his best friend’s corpse was smiling at him. talking to him. looking at him like nothing ever happened. you know how violating that is??? how soul-crushing it must’ve been to hear that voice and know it wasn’t him?? that his suguru was long gone and all that was left was a cruel joke played by the universe???

kenjaku didn’t just take his body, he took everything. his identity, his name, his legacy. made a mockery of it. reduced him to a vessel. and gojo could never do anything about it. he couldn’t kill him, not really. not without killing suguru all over again. and the worst part is that he hesitated. he always hesitated. because he kept hoping—kept hoping—that maybe there was something left. that maybe, just maybe, suguru was still in there. listening. waiting.

and that is the most heartbreaking thing. gojo never moved on. he couldn’t. he never even got the chance to grieve properly because the body never went cold. the body kept moving. kept smiling. kept killing.

suguru never got to rest.

and gojo never got to let go.

and in the end… they were both just trapped. one in a body that wasn’t his, the other in a memory he couldn’t escape.

no peace. no closure. just echoes and rot.

Dancing in Space

The space under the stairs in a London studio has been turned into a small jewel of a kitchen.

The Not So Big House - A Blueprint for the Way We Really Live, 1998