𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

All good points and that is also why sero is DADDY 🥴🤤🥰

My darling horny friend I have decided to give you a list of reasons why SERO is golden simp material.

1. His quirk requires him to have proper upper body strength to swing like he does. This means his shoulders are broad and thickly muscled, his biceps can crack a walnut with very little effort, his upper back is fucking shredded for his body type.

2. His fighting style incorporates alot of acrobatics and gymnastics. The man is flexible as fuck, with power in those lean muscles.

3. He has a sarcastic sense of humor and uses it to roast his friends but at the same time he is respectful and gentlemanly to all people he encounters.

4. He is never afraid of BAKUGOU'S temper and has no problem going head to head with him or any other friends whether in training, debates, or morality.

These are just the cannon reasons.

The non cannon reasons are just as good.

1. He will notice you like how surprisingly strong he is and do little things to tease you and get you flustered through out the day.

2. He's almost always up to try new things in bed.

3. He's happy to indulge you and make sure your happy even when you get bratty.(you definitely get a punishment later but you enjoy every minute of it.)

4. Multi lingual man with big ol dick.

5. He loves with his whole heart and is never shy about announcing it to anyone who questions it.

6. If your into 420 he likes to baby you and shotgunning with you on his lap alone and at home.

These are my reasons ❤

why are you guys tryna turn me into a Sero simp and why am I kinda digging it........

Need a seatbelt when you Ride it

Cw-MDNI- Satoru x fem!reader, explicit, domestic smut

After ten years together and three kids, you and your husband Satoru are still as freaky as ever.

Dropping the three girls off with Auntie Shoko and Uncle Sugu, you immediately dive down and start sucking Satoru's cock as he drives that minivan neither of you wanted. Gone is PTA mom and soccer dad, replaced with Satoru whimpering as you slobber down his length.

'Baby f-fuck not gonna make it' he whines, big hand slipping down to rub you under your skirt over your tights, which you've soaked through, earning his groan. 'So wet, fuck you're a slutty soccer mommy'

You just moan around him, to the point your husband Satoru has to pull over, the side of some quiet street, pulling you by your hair off him, you look at his lidded blue eyes as you stroke his cock up and down. 'Need you, now Toru, please'

Satoru slides his seat back, leaning over and kissing you sloppy and messy, not sweet little pecks like you all usually do, no its dirty. He's spitting in your mouth when he yanks a titty out toying with your nipple, dragging you on his lap.

He's as eager as when you all met in college, and so are you, you're so excited your head bumps the TV system, playing dumb ass Coco melon the kids watched, you both laugh breathless. 'Please... need you in me'

'Lemme lick her' He rips a hole right in your tights making you gasp, slipping two fingers in your soaking wet cunt, your ass bumps the steering wheel, honking the horn and making you both blush and giggle as you look around.

'Can't wait. Lick me later' you take his cock and rub it against your slit. He cries out, cheeks dusted pink, while your hands entangle in his silky white locks, his hands on your hips firmer.

'Fine lemme taste you, at least. Fuck...' Satoru's thumb swirls your clit as you sink down on his cock, inch by inch, and fuck there were so many, stretching you, cunt gushing when he sucks you off his thumb, cheeks hollowing, blue eyes rolling back. His hands grip you hard then, yanking you down his length, filling you so good you are close from that. 'You're so tight'

'Fuck me, please, please' Soon your husband Satoru is pounding into your pussy, leaky tip slamming your cervix, and you're pretty sure you're not making those dinner reservations when you cumming for the third time and he's dragging you to the back of the minivan, as dumbass cocomelon plays and you're smashed against a bunch of toys and goldfish wrappers, but you really don't mind when he's cumming inside you again, whispering -

'Gonna put another baby in you, whole fucking soccer team'

Hcs of my man all domestic✨️

My heart 💔..oh god....the tears 😭😭😭😭

Not Mine- Bakugou Katsuki

A/n: I’m using my phone bc my computer is Brocken 😩

Summary: y/n knew the relationship was over the moment he asked her out. That didn’t stop her from lying to herself

Warning: angst, no fluff, mentions of sexual activity

Quirk: illusion; you can make others see things that aren’t there, but talking snaps them out of it

You stare ahead, watching the class in front of you. You’ve grown up with these people, learned how to become a hero. You’ve observed them for three years, mentally noting everything about them. You especially took notice of Bakugou, your beloved boyfriend. You loved writing down all his favorite things, they made you feel special. You even wrote down his love for Uraraka. Making a small graph of his love for both of you. She would always have a higher line than you.

—————

It doesn’t take a pro hero to see the way he looks at her. It’s nothing compared to how he looks at you, but the lingering of regret never ceases to hurt. You know he thinks about what might have been if he chose the lovely Uraraka. But you also know he’s happy enough with you. Enough being the key word for the entirety of the relationship.

You walk towards Bakugou, him standing near the food table. You were both invited to UA’s reunion. Of course you had to convince Bakugou to even consider it. But threatening sobriety to sex got him dressed up for the night.

“Suki, can we go dance?” You ask softy, just so he can hear. The music blasting is from the year you graduated, reminding you of your first prom. Bakugou was your date of course, but he spent the night consoling Uraraka after her date left. You didn’t want to be selfish so you allowed her to sink her hooks into his wandering heart. They were deep, lasting years later.

“No fucking way. Only losers dance to this music.” He grunts. You grab a cupcake from the table, trying to brush off his rejection. Maybe he’s right. Maybe the music is trash. But it’s still your favorite song.

“Alright, then I’m going to join Denki and Jirou on the floor!” You try to assure him secretly, telling him he isn’t hurting you.

“Why? So you can embarrass yourself?” He chuckles to himself. This time you don’t assure him of anything. You simply shrug and head towards your favorite short haired lady and her husband.

The word husband is odd to you. You’ve never once thought of yourself getting married, yet the word stings. It could be because after four years half your class is already happily married, some with kids of their own. While you are left with a cracking heart and a man who isn’t sure he even wants you.

You grab Jirou’s hand, letting her know you’re here. She quickly turns to you, a smile growing on her face. “Y/n! I’m glad you joined us! I was getting worried Bakugou might make you leave the party with him.” She comments. It’s harmless, but you know that’s something he would do. Jirou taps Denki’s arm, trying to shout over the music. His eyes are pure white, a glassy look over both of them. You often forget the accident that caused Denki to lose his sight. How things have changed.

“Oh awesome! Didnt see you there, Y/n!” He jokes, this time you laugh.

Once the song ends, a slower song starts to take over. You excuse yourself, knowing they’d want to have that dance alone. You don’t hesitate to look for Bakugou, ready to ask one more time. But you stop, seeing him already partnered up with the brunette you never seemed to hate. She’s absolutely glowing under the soft light. Reminding you that you’ll never be her.

You let out a sigh, suddenly taking in reality for the last time. He’ll never be yours truly. He’ll always have that roaming doubt in his mind that he chose the wrong girl. You can’t blame him. He chose you as a teen and decided to stay. You can only thank him for trying.

You don’t mean to attract attention from anyway as you slowly move towards your things. You grab your keys and jacket from your table, wanting to leave as quickly as possible.

You’re stopped by a black haired figure. You remember him having vibrant red hair, but the change is nice. It’s good to see Kirishima finally learning to love himself.

“Let me drive you home. That way Bakugou doesn’t have an excuse to stay at Uraraka’s.” Kiri’s voice is dripping with venom when he mentions Bakugou. You nod, leaving the keys back on the table and following Kirishima out of the large school building. You don’t even notice Bakugou pushing Uraraka away and running for his keys. He never makes it to you in time, Kirishima already pulling out of the parking lot as Bakugou rushes out the doors. It’s a small hit that makes him realize he’s fucking up.

—————

You wake up in your apartment, the other side of your bed empty. You no longer reach over, pretending that he’ll be there. You simply suck it up and plan on what to pack for your parent’s house.

You lift up the heavy bag containing your clothes and personal belongings before exiting the bedroom. You instantly see Bakugou hunched over the couch. He snaps up once he hears the door click.

His eyes are red and puffy, his hair messier than usual. But you can’t pitty him and stay. You can’t act like he doesn’t love another girl more than you. Because he does. And that’s not your fault. It’s not his either. It’s just the way things go.

“Uhm, I left some photos of us on the bed if you want to keep them. I don’t really need them.” You try not to sound drained.

“You don’t have to leave. We can work this out! I’ll avoid Uraraka, I’ll change my patrol times so I never see her again!” You can tell by the way he lists those off that he doesn’t want to. He shouldn’t have to avoid his friend for you. If he did you’d feel guilty for the rest of your life.

“I love you, Suki. But you’re not mine.” You hum, dragging the bag behind you. Before shutting the front door, you glance back. Memorizing the broken boy you see behind you, knowing that he’ll be happier soon. You shut the door, heading towards your car.

It’s the early morning and the birds are chirping. Telling you that you’re as free as them.m and that Bakugou can finally be with the girl he wants.

Dilf retired assassin Izuku meeting you at the parent teacher night. You hand to stand in for your sibling since your parents were away. Your in the last year of college and already living alone. He chats you up while his kid and your sibling hang out and gossip about the teachers. He's kind and has a sweet smile but for some reason you can feel something dark and dangerous coming from him. As your leaving he stops you and asks for your number. He's blushing and rubs the back of his head with a scared hand. You give it to him with a smile. By the time you get home you already have a text from him.

The two of you chat and message for a little over a week when he finally asks you out. You go on a nice simple date. When he brings you home at the end of the night you invite him in. He's got a cute but strong face and his body is so damn ripped. You leaned against him while talking and you could swear you could feel some of his veins.

This man is wild. He walked in to your apartment and within 5 minutes was fucking you up against the wall. He hammered at your cervix refusing to give your pussy a break. When you squirted against his groin and stomach he laughed and changed his angle to make you cum again. You scream his name clawing at his back and begging him to make you cum again.

"Fuck you look like a pretty fuck doll on my cock. I never thought someone like me would get to see something so beautiful."

Bully me....BULLY ME PLEASE!! 🥴🥴🥴🥴💦💦💦💦💦🔫

uhhhhh yeah

just

shinso and his lil bunny girl <3

he loves to be mean and pull on her ears when hes fucking her <3

## new match -> run rabbit, run.

— re: hitoshi shinsou.

— a/n: YES HELLO WRITING THIS MADE ME REALISE HOW MUCH I LOVE WRITING BUNNT READERS AND SHINSOU !! THANK YOU FOR OPENING MY EYES AND SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG !

— cw: smut, mdni 18+, bunny!hybrids, breeding, heavy!degredation, bully + mean!shinsou, hard dom!shinsou, spanking, impact play, slight!corruption, exhibitionism, dacryphilia, voyeurism maybe?? fem!reader.

— wc: 1.4K.

shinsou thought your existence was a crime.

how could it be that something so sweet and pure had fallen into his hands? next to you? his darling little bunny girl, hitoshi shinsou looked like a villain in disguise— a darkness in the form of a cloak sweeping around around you and corrupting you from the inside out.

you would have never done these elsewhere, with anyone other than him— the droplets perspiration in the form of pearls shine across your skin like the gems that they are under golden afternoon sunlight, the drops roll down the globes of your ass cheeks as shinsou bends you over in the field of sunflowers for the entire world to see.

you would have never done this. fold yourself over as he spreads your cheeks apart to slide his cock between, easily slipping past your near raw entrance to fill you up to the brim and touch at the deepest parts of your insides. you were too darling to think of something as raunchy as this on your own, but hitoshi had taught you this, to be dirty and sinful despite the innocent look the twitch of your coptton tail and floppy bunny ears.

but here you are, pressing back on shinsou’s fat dick even though it hurts to take him in your tight hole— clawing at the ground until there’s dirt under your nails and grime on your dress. there’s a patch of purple curls that tickle your lower back as he pushes back into you, nestled inside your honeybunny cunt that flutters a mile a minute like your fluffy tail. he’s not even moved and he can tell you’re sitting right on the edge, humping desperately against the hero despite the awkward burn of his intrusion while you adjust to his size.

“look at you bunny, such a fucking mess, slobberin’ all over and i’ve only just put it in you,” shinsou chuckles darkly, with a tug of your ears to pull a wail from your lips. lips that are already swollen and bitten from where you’ve kissed him without permission, and you couldn’t keep your naughty little paws to yourself. he’s not wrong however, your cunt drools slick in thick waves until it goops beneath your joined bodies and tangles in the fuzz right by hitoshi’s cock. and your mouth, god your mouth that doesn’t stop whining and whimpering at the delicious stretch and arch to your back— it drips, heavy with saliva, a sign of your skittish, empty bunny brain. “you’re so nasty bunny, can’t help but make me all messy. should be ashamed for dirtyin’ me up like this,”

heat flames under your skin, face hot and humiliated tears burning at your waterline— but you like it, you enjoy being tortured like the little bunny you are— like being chased by the fox that is hitoshi shinsou, the sun beats down on your conjoined bodies, but nothing feels hotter than the slight thrust hitoshi gives to your needy juicy hole before he pulls back, tip dragging against ever pleasure spot on your snug ribbed walls.

“h-hitoshi...toshi, it hurts, please,” you whimper, words broken up by your hiccups and heaving chest— salt and crystalline tears gathering on your cupids bow. your nose twitches, bottom and tail soaked with your arousal as it rubs tracks down your thighs. you’re so wet the pain and burn of his fat cock should have stopped, but you like it like this. “it hurts, hurts s’much, please don’ stop,”

stroke game strong, hitoshi rolls his hips into yours— sending your body lurching forward and a shiver down your curved spine. you arch for him before he even has to put a hand on the base of your spine, giving him a perfect view of your ass and white cotton tail. he tugs it on his way down to your clit, drawing smooth circles into the soaked swollen nub so that you take him easier.

“it hurts, huh? but you want more, right?” shinsou asks you, voice feather light while he builds up momentum behind his thrusts. “how pathetic, you can’t even make up your mind, can you? just getting dumber and dumber the more i hurt you,” his voice is chill despite the summer breeze only making your brain tingle as he thumbs your clit and quickly pumps himself inside your gummy cunt. “such a brain dead bunny, don’t even know what you’re begging for,”

the clap of his balls against your swollen nub makes you short circuit, body jolting and brain fuzzy. “t-toshi, toshi, please i wan’ it,” you cry, squeaking as your bunny ears thump against the ground you squeeze to stabilise yourself. you do, you want it so bad your body aches as you keep yourself in place letting shinsou’s his canter into yours at an increasingly aggressive pace. you squeak, squeeze down on his cock until the veins up and down shinsou’s shaft catch on the ridges in your heat— massaging him until his breath is light and eyes start rolling.

“please, please, please— you’re so fucking loud for a bunny. aren’t you supposed to be quiet?” shinsou scolds you even as your eyes brim with fat tears once again, he grips your ears and forces your head down into the dirt, using his grip on you as leverage to fuck your tight hole nice and deep, bullying your soft insides. your cries are muffled against the ground, what once echoed throughout the empty field flits between clammy bodies and skin slapping against skin.

your hips jump up as the coil in your lower tummy starts to tighten, the edge of which your high resides starts to become clearer despite the blurriness of your tears. it feels so good, all at once and suddenly it’s way too much— even though you try to scramble away, hitoshi keeps you on a tight leash— bruising grip on your hips, as his cock chaises the welcoming heat of your spasming and dripping cunt.

shinsou tuts and when he speaks his voice drips with disappointment, only lifting with his mocking tone. “run rabbit, run rabbit, run...run...run.” he growls, lips pulling into a smirk that only makes the fire in your tummy burn more. “you wanted this, my cock, to be fucked. so take it, dumb fucking bunny.”

wailing louder, you take what shinsou gives you until you can no longer breathe and you’re left at his mercy— collapsing into the dirt in a pile of shaky limbs. his cock jams up your cervix, bullying you cunt until your clamping down so tight a milky ring appears around his base, a mix of your arousals. “toshi, ‘m so so close—haa, jus wanna cum, please lemme cum!” you babble any word that comes to mind, eyes red and as puffy as your ravaged pussy while hitoshi picks up the pace, spanking your ass raw and tugging your tail hard. “promise not to—to tease ever again! never to run again! n-no, no, no!”

“you’re not gonna run anymore? gonna be my good bunny, yeah?” shinsou cackles in amusement, although sweat drips from his brow from his exertion and the slow rolls of his hips into your ass. “think that’s earned you the right to cum for me, bun, cream on this cock. make me cum.” he commands you and your body swiftly follows— sent hurtling over the edge of ecstasy and into a deep pool of lust as your release gushes between your joined bodies.

your heart rate quickens, overwhelming you as you tremble and twitch beneath hitoshi— sweet cunt fluttering around him all through the after shocks of your high. with one last cry of his name, shinsou collapses on top of you— the brunt of his wait nearly crushing you as his hips canter into your weak body from behind, seed spilling into your tight hole to add to your slick mess that that drips to the ground in thick globs.

“that’s a nasty little bunny,” he manages to coo to you, breathless, still grinding against you and pushing his cum deep into your womb. “filled with nothing but cock and cum.”

a sick smile lays spread across his lips when your tight hole begins to twitch to life again, ready for another load of his cum— amusing him as a single thought crosses his mind;

isn’t just so wonderful having a little bunny to bully, all to yourself?

What! Why?! Whyyyyyy do I WANT THIS?!!!!!

Yandere Yakuza Bakugo x Fem Black Darling

(Art by: @mlightfoott on Instagram)

(This has been on my mind for awhile)

You started as Bakugo’s personal assistant and occasional personal fuck doll.

Because: 💥 Come on, you think I hired your fine ass JUST to balance my books? Tch! Fuck outta here.

His words. He was drawn your stacked body, beautiful skin, and bright eyes full of intelligence and attitude

Even though your PA position came with extra work, You didn’t mind either job.

Bakugo paid you well and fucked you until you were pretty much bedridden.

In fact, that was the only way he kept you. Bedridden. Usually in his bed

If you think he wasn’t strategic about insisting you stay over the night to ‘rest’ until you ‘got back on your feet’ well, I got a beach house to sale you in Idaho.

Somehow or another you ended up moving up from his PA and fuck toy, to his woman

And what a move it was!

If you thought Bakugo spoiled your ass before?

Oh girl!

You can get the entire world if you want it

There’s just a few rules.

No talking to men whom aren’t on his team or aren’t service workers of some sort because..

💥 Daddy’s a little jealous baby girl. Can you fuckin blame me? Look how beautiful you are

If you do talk to someone he hasn’t approved of, no problem. Nothing a few explosive spanks on that pretty chocolate ass of yours can’t fix. You won’t make that mistake again will you?

And of course if any guy touches, harasses or flirts with you, you get the pleasure of hearing them be tortured in Bakugo’s “pleasure chambers” as he calls them

He also likes to pre-approve your outfits. He likes you scantily clad. You’d think he’d want you conservative, but no. He likes those short skirts that show off your pretty melanated legs, no bras so he can watch your nipples harden, tight jeans so he can watch that ass jiggle

Also, he enjoys watching men drool over what’s his

Never question his authority.

💥 I know what’s best for us, baby. Don’t worry.

If you do, we’ll, he’ll just have to throat fuck you until you’re too hoarse to talk now, won’t he? Maybe use one of those fun little toys that forces your mouth open

If he’s in the mood, you’re in the mood. PERIOD

💥 What the fuck do you mean, you’re tired?! You don’t do shit all day but spend my money.

He won’t force sex out of you, but you better either let him thigh fuck or tit fuck you until he’s satisfied.

You’re not allowed to go anywhere without him or one of his security guards

Speaking of going places, you better check in with him in hourly intervals or answer his calls. Failure to do so will result in revoked phone privileges and you being on lock down for months

He monitors your friends closely. Most of your friends are just other darlings or women in his crew.

And again you ain’t going no where without his permission or his guards. He doesn’t give af who those girls are. He still can’t trust em

He doesn’t share. Too jealous for that, but he does like an audience, so be prepared to get fucked in a meeting or on a conference table.

Definitely be prepared for people watch his goons beating off to you two and to catch them eye fucking you when Katsuki’s not looking

But the only people who can smash is the squad and that’s on special occasions

So, sure, there are some rules and regulations to being Bakugo’s kept woman, but as long as you follow them, the whole world is yours to have

I would think that's what all of us would want 🤤🤤🥹🥹

Breed me until my pussy is dripping cum please!! Then keep fucking me till I turn into a dumb little slut.

LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH!!!!☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

— 2.4k words

"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

Just 🤤🥴🔫☠️⚰️

What if whoever your simping for can see/hear your thoughts whenever you’re thinking of them? 😳 I was lost in the filthiest fucking sex scene I’ve ever daydreamed in my life of Kirishima splitting me open with that huge cock of his. He’s trying to be gentle and loving and take it slow, but the slow drag of his cock against your insides is driving you crazy so you keep clenching to try and make him lose it too,

“fuck princess, you keep clamping down on me like that and I’ll cum”

but you’re being bratty about it so, “nnng. knew you were all talk. A bunch of dirty talk and 5 pumps? Where’s all that pro hero stamina?”

and he pulls out and leaves you empty as punishment until you beg him sweetly enough to come back. “Didn’t mean it Eiji. Please come back and fill me up baby I didn’t mean it please please please”

and he’s so thick, when he pulls out he leaves you gaping, and you’re so desperate to cum you immediately reach down to try and finger yourself but it’s not enough anymore. You can easily fit 3 (maybe 4?) fingers in with how well he’s stretched you out but... your fingers aren’t thick enough to replace him or hit all those spots. You’re so wet, your thighs covered in your own slick and you can barely hear anything over your own needy whining and the sloshing sounds as you desperately fingerfuck yourself.

You look over to where he’s watching you, slowly fisting himself, using your cream as lube and the sight of him towering over you while he debates with himself whether he should leave you wanting makes you step up a level in begging.

“Eijirou! Eiji, eijiiii.... can’t cum like this daddy, need that thick cock to get me there, need Daddy Riot’s big dick, I can be your good girl again, I’ll do anything”

And of course if you call him Daddy he’ll do whatever you want, so he’s gonna blow your back out until morning, no matter how much you try to tap out.

“What was that comment you made about stamina babygirl? You said you’d do anything for this dick so you’re gonna fucking take it until I’m done with you. That’s right beautiful take Daddy’s big dick take it, take it. Ungh, just like that. There’s my good girl”

Anyways where was I going with this? 🥴🥴

i don’t.... im no think.

Took a second but damn near feral izu I'm here for!!!

Maybe We’re Not Meant To Be

Alpha Izuku x Omega Reader

Warning: Sexual Content Below

Word Count: 3.9K

Two years of dating Izuku was no easy task. As sweet as the man is, he often blundered when it came to the love life (or the lack thereof) the two of you shared. No one questions his devotion to you. You’re cold? Midoriya will give you the shirt off his back. You’re hungry? Midoriya runs to the nearest store to grab you something (he doesn’t care if it’s miles away). Two years of dating the most considerate person in the world yet, you selfishly yearned for more.

A mating mark; a silent reminder to onlookers that you were taken by one of the most eligible alphas in Japan. You wanted your skin to be marred by his long fangs and you wanted to leave your own mark on him. But after two years of waiting, it felt as though maybe he didn’t want to mark you. 

‘Maybe we’re not meant to be.’

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