My Villain Deku Design

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Mommy kink, piss kink, humiliation, infantilization, mentions of spankings, dacryphilia, dubcon (?) mdni♡

Mommy!Suguru finds immense joy in making you wet yourself.

One long finger slides underneeth your belt to tug you back, your behind softly crashing against his chest, he secures you in place with one big hand over your tummy then starts squishing the flesh gently.

"S-sugu-" you whine, already knowing what's to come, "please d-don't"

Suguru only chuckles, his hand sliding down to rest over your full blatter, he places several feather light kisses along the crown of your head.

"Sshhhh" he mumbles against your hair "don't be a fussy baby" he whispers before placing a wet messy kiss on your cheek.

Your stomach drops when his hand begins to apply more pressure on your bladder. You stumble back, a futile attempt to escape his touch, and both of your hands fly to rip his off of you but to no avail.

"S-sugu-"

"try again" he warns, and you swallow a lump of saliva before proceeding with your words.

"M...mommy..." you quickly correct yourself. as if you weren't embarrassed enough..

Suguru seems satisfied, and you're relieved, you think about how you might have dodged a potential spanking. Suguru is very serious about the way you address him after all.

"Good baby..." Suguru smooths down your hair gently "empty your head, sweetie..." he brushes his hand against your trembling shoulder, then leaves several kisses on the same spot "My silly little baby and their silly litte worries" he shakes his head fondly "let mommy take care of everything, okay?"

And you nod because what other choice do you have? Suguru is sweet, gentle and motherly, and you'd like to keep him that way, even if it means putting up with him when he gets in one of his moods. Because you've tried, and you can't handle him when he's mean.

"Good.." and before you know it, his hand comes down like a verdict, pressing against your blatter in full force, and you come undone, completely wetting yourself and effectively being stripped of any illusion of dignity to desperately held on to. Hot tears start to spill and you don't get the chance to cover your red face because –of course– Suguru is right there to catch them, right there to catch you when you go limp, just as he has conditioned you to.

"Sweetie...did you make another mess? Aww, let mommy clean you up"

for this challenge, you will be put in a humid bathroom after a hot shower and be forced to put on spandex workout clothes. you will have three inch acrylic nails as a handicap. you have five minutes, good luck.

mdni pls :3

literally leaning out of the shower rn to say that i think suguru has the most gorgeous dick ever. like ohhhhh my god ik hes thick nd hard to take OMFG I JUST KNOWWWWW IT

the most beautiful happy trail ever, curved up a lil bittttt ohhhh my godbjnkwmw

my older brother told me to be ready to go out driving tn to practice and my exact response was “we r going to get in a car crash and fall into a river and set on fire and die” and tbh….. real!!!!!!!

not to make it political but if ur a trump supporter get off my blog rn and don't fucking come back

mdni >:3

okay so suguru wouldn’t want u to suck his dick. right. we have that established. he’s a giver.

butttttttt i feel like he’d be very sweet while throat training u if u rlly wanted to learn :( he praises u smmmmmm and has to resist pushing ur head down so he doesn’t hurt u :((

he always insists for u to wear some of your lipstick before though…. weird but u don’t question it!!!

(he shows one of his hidden photo albums on his phone later on — a whole album of his lipstick stained dick, each picture showing the faint ring of red or pink moving lower and lower down his shaft… “it was to document your progress, puppy. you’ve learned so much.” he praises u like an instructor of some sort. siggggggh i hate him)

my bsf sent me this tweet and said “🫵 WRITING PROMPT” so i said suguru fucking a non sorcerer obviously

cw’s: dubcon, slightttt coercion (he fucks u as payment :]), and degradation (obvsss)

mdni obvs!! ^^

he’d be so pissed, fucking you like you’re less than human — because to him, that’s exactly what you are.

we all know how suguru sees non-sorcerers, so when he feels this almost nasty pang of desire towards you he feels like he’s going insane. you had come to him just like every other piece of scum, close to tears and begging for his help with some “invisible force” that was tormenting you.

you had a pretty nasty curse attached to you, so when he exorcised it you felt the weight being lifted off of your shoulders and you almost sobbed at the relief you felt. you were pretty, that was hard for even suguru to deny. his body didn’t deny it either and suddenly he was extremely grateful for the thick fabric of his robes.

it was purely coincidence that you had to come back a couple weeks later, right?

you were so apologetic the second time around, insisting on donating to his organization for the inconvenience. he only refused your offer, claiming that next time he would take your payment. you only tilted your head in confusion.

“‘next time’?” your voice was pretty without even trying. airy and soft and so oblivious as to what was currently happening to you.

“ah, well these things tend to be quite… stubborn. you understand, don’t you?” how were you supposed to refute his logic?

you accepted his words without argument, simply nodding in response. you thanked him one last time before leaving. he attached one last curse to you. weaker than the first but stronger than the second. the usual routine.

despite his forewarning, you were even more apologetic this time around. it’s fine though! now was the time for you to finally pay him back.

“you’re not special, you understand me? you—” he pushed your head down so you were in a mean arch, a small sob leaving you at the new angle. his mushroomed tip was mercilessly tapping against the spongey spot inside of you, every thrust forcibly taking the breath out of your lungs.

“— you’re scum. just a stain on this earth and a burden to every sorcerer you come across.” he growled by your ear. you honestly had no idea what he was talking about, but how were you supposed to dwell on that when he was pounding into you like that?

he gazed down at you, at your teary eyes and swollen lips. he hadn’t even kissed you, refusing to share such an intimate act with someone so much lower than him.

he didn’t feel nearly as disgusted as he was expressing. if anything, he felt a nauseating coil of fondness settle in his stomach. you were just so pretty. he would’ve thought you were an angel if it weren’t for the differences in status.

his hand gripped at the back of your hair, wrenching your top half upwards so his lips were by your ear when he leaned forward. “i could kill you on a whim, i should kill you. you’d be better off dead.” he gritted by your ear. you believed him.

“why don’t you thank me for keeping you alive, hm? for letting you live to see another day.” his voice took on that sweet tone he used to use with you, the same one that pushed for you to come back whenever you needed assistance. the same one that refused your money out of kindness. that gentle, flirtatious facade that hid his distaste for your kind so easily.

your nose crinkled in a small grimace as you tried to obey his demand, stammered ‘thank you’s leaving your lips like a prayer. the warmth in his stomach only grew at your compliance, which only seemed to piss him off more. why was he feeling such adoration for a non-sorcerer? it was scary sickening.

his thrusts slowly started losing their rhythm, his touches becoming more desperate than mean. “fuck— why can’t you just die? it’d make everything—” his voice broke before he took in a deep breath in an attempt to steady it. “— it’d make everything so much easier.”

“please just die. please.” his words broke off into a whimper as he filled you up, his pelvis pressed flush to your ass as if he was trying to keep himself as deep as possible.

he glanced down at his softening cock, his breaths ragged as he spread your lips apart to get a better look at how your pussy greedily took him in.

he couldn’t kill you if you had the chance of getting pregnant with his child, could he? he’d just have to keep you around now, what a pity. oh well.

"You know-"

Tomura can't stand when you take that tone. The high, wobbly nature of it means you are about to say something to aggravate him, most likely on purpose. He's always pretty frazzled with the situation without your comments. You are laid out on his tiny bed, pussy freshly eaten, legs spread in wait for him. Tomura wants to be back on you, but he's too busy trying to get this fucking strap to stay on. the side won't tighten and his chosen cock of the evening keeps threatening to fall out right on to the floor.

"What?" he asks with a snit. Sweat is already dotted though his white tank. He shouldn't be doing this in a binder, but he almost likes to way his ribs ache when he breathes in too deeply.

"Never really thought I liked pussy-" You wiggle your knee back and forth, legs opening and closing. "But I'm kinda really into yours."

"Don't say--" Heat runs down the back of his neck. "Why are you even fucking looking at that?"

"You're about to fuck me and I like bush," you say. "And it's kinda hot that you're like, fucking dripping down your legs. I'm just saying, if you ever wanted some 'lip service', I'd be down."

Touch had always disgusted him. The discomfort in his body, the way hands only see to exaggerate the places he hates.

But there's a flicker. A flicker of want when you say that. A tightness in his core that he can't ignore.

Tomura swallows deep. His hands are still fumbling with the strap. "Don't call it that."

"Pussy?"

"Yeah."

You tilt your head in thought for a long moment, then a pointed smile creeps up over your face.

"I really wanna suck your dick, Tomu."

Oh, his body crawls, but this time, it's alive with pleasure. He can practically imagine it, your tongue gliding over his cock, working between his folds, fingering his--

With a final tug, he tightens the strap. The cock is cotton candy blue-- something you had picked out for yourself.

"Get it wet before I fuck you," Tomura says, no confidence in his voice.

When you lazily crawl over and open your mouth, he swears he can actually feel your tongue against the plastic when he closes his eyes.

To people who followed me for one specific fandom, I am so so sorry

wow that was. something!!