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gglitch1dd · 3 days

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Hello! Could you please do a prohero!husband!deku x reader after an argument and deku is apologizing for blowing up at his wife after a long day? BTW I love your works!!

It's been a Long Day.

Husband Midoriya Izuku x Wifey Reader

Izuku walked through the door with a heavy sigh. He used his foot to close the door as he entered your shared apartment. His shoulders dropped at the fact that he was back home. He honestly was only looking forward to coming back here. He trudged past the entranceway, slipping off his shoes and putting on his slippers.

He started walking when he heard your voice.

"Izuku!" You let out, your head peaking out of the kitchen with a smile. He mustered a gentle smile for you despite not being in the mood. "You're back."

"I am." He answered back as he shuffled into the kitchen where you were busy.

"That's great! Because Mrs Hinata called and she wanted to know about the opening about the Little Heroes school and how we wanted to set up the dorm rooms." You started talking as he watched you just about finish lunch. He had gone to work at some unholy hour of night (or morning) and was only coming back now from a 18 hour shift. "I was thinking we can have two children in one room or do you think separate rooms are better?"

Izuku blinked, still not up to speed with what you were talking about. "Uh.."

"Do you think yellow is a good enough colour?"

"Well..."

"Who am I kidding, green is fine. Green, white, gold and black. Our colours should be fine. We can keep the girls rooms predominantly gold and white, and the boys rooms black and gold. Fine with you?"

"I guess-"

"Also Mr Fujita called about Angelica-Nina's vet bills."

Suddenly Izuku felt a headache. He bit back a groan as he put his a hand to his temple. It had been bothering him all morning and Lord knows he could use a nap. Normally he got headaches when he was drained or tired. "Hey sweetheart..." He started with his eyebrows furrowed. "Can we talk la-"

"He said that he sent you the bill but the pet insurance should cover at least sixty percent of that." You told him what you were told from the vet about your pet rabbit. You set out the dumplings, checking if they were ready.

Izuku scratched the back of his head. "I saw his email."

"Great! Your mother also called, she wanted to know whether or whether not we're coming over tomorrow? She's hosting the Bakugous remember?"

"The Bakugous? Then why is she asking us to come?" He asked as he moved to drop his bag on the table. He leaned back against the counter.

You paused for a moment before turning to look at him. You tilted your head confused. "Because she wants to? What's wrong with the Bakugous?"

Izuku let out a soft cynical chuckle as he kept his eyes closed. "What's wrong with the Bakugous? Well, nothing other than the fact that they are your ex's parents."

You paused as you grabbed a cloth, wiping your hands clean. "Yah, but they're good people they're very nice."

Izuku felt another pang of a headache hit him. He frowned. "No, Masaru is a good person, Mitsuki still wishes that you were with Katsuki."

You thought for a second. "No she doesn't."

"Yes she does."

"No, she doesn't."

"Y/N-"

"Izuku, the Bakugous and I are good friends. They designed our outfits for one of the galas we went to this year. I don't see what's the problem."

He sighed. "I-"

"Also you promised me that you'd make sure that you would fix the drawer upstairs." Another pang hit his head making him suck in a breath. He needs to lay down. He bit back a groan, everything feeling so loud. "I thought you'd get it done. And what about the rooms, you still haven't answered me on that. The opening is in two months and-"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, Y/N, COULD YOU PLEASE STOP TALKING FOR LIKE 5 SECONDS PLEASE!" He shouted putting a hand to his head as he turned away from you for a moment.

He closed his eyes as he took a moment to let his headache subside. He took a deep breath before exhaling. It took him a moment before he finally felt like he could function again. He let out a sigh as he opened his eyes.

However you weren't there anymore. You were gone, out of the kitchen, leaving him alone. "Y/N?" He asked confused as he looked around. He didn't hear your voice answering him. He looked around for a moment. He paused when he realised he had blown up at you. He closed his eyes with a sigh. "Y/N! Y/N come back! I'm sorry." He apologised as he moved around to try and find you.

He didn't hear your steps going up the stairs so he knew you were still downstairs. He looked around, looking through open doors until he finally found you sitting in the rabbits' room, holding Valentino-Nino in your lap. The brown rabbit sat safely there allowing you to pet him.

Izuku stood at the doorway. "Y/N. I'm sorry." He apologised. You didn't respond. "I didn't mean it. Can you please not ignore me."

"I thought you wanted me to stop talking." You let out lowly.

Izuku turned around to put his back against the doorframe. He took a moment as he tried to ignore the throbbing in his head. "I'm sorry. I just had a long day and I've had this throbbing headache for the past few hours. I didn't mean to lash out at you like that." He said truthfully. You could hear how drained he was in his voice and you knew it was unlike Izuku to lash out at you even when he disagreed with you or was angry.

You looked down at your pet rabbit who had moved his head so that you would scratch under his chin. You sighed. "I'm sorry about your headache." You said softly as you looked down away from him. "I know you work so hard and I wasn't being considerate. I was just so excited to have you back home. I'm sorry."

Izuku's shoulders dropped as he looked down at you. He shook his head. "No sweetheart, no I'm sorry." He said seriously as he crouched down to sit down in front of you. He put a hand on your knee and you looked up to him. "You don't have to apologise. I love it when you're excited to see me and want to talk to me. Truly I do. You're the one easy thing in my day, my love." He gave you a genuine smile. "I just... it's been a long day."

You gave him a gentle smile. You pat his leg. "You should go freshen up and eat something so you can nap. I'm sure your headache is just because you're tired. They're just the body's way of saying we need rest or something's wrong" Your advice made Izuku sigh with a nod.

"That would be great."

You reached forward and placed a kiss on his face. "Okay."

-Glitch1d

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yanderenightmare · 3 months

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Deku - Midoriya Izuku

TW: NSFW, noncon, yandere

gn reader

Thinking about being childhood friends with Izuku, who’s always had a bit of a crush on you.

You’ve always known, but you’ve never humored it. He’s your friend – anything else would just be awkward. If you had to put it in any other term, you’d say he felt more like a little brother.

You wish he’d allowed the two of you to grow apart – as normal people do.

There wasn’t really any reason for the two of you to stay friends after middle school. His quirk suddenly manifested, and he got into UA – became a pro-hero – and then the symbol of peace. And you were still… kind of just doing your thing – studying, working, struggling to pay rent – struggling to keep a date…

The two of you never had much in common anyway, and you never really knew what to talk about with him anymore – only knowing to ask him how his mother was. After all, you grew out of your otaku phase a long while ago – and otherwise, you felt out-educated in any and every conversation the two of you had with each other. You swear talking to him makes you feel like a toddler learning your first words – it’s humiliating, and you don’t understand how any of it’s remotely stimulating for him, either.

Still, he’ll text you when he has the time, asking if you’d like to meet up at a café – talk, catch up – and you, not wanting to be rude, always accept.

You’d gone wide-eyed the first time you’d met him after middle school. Jeez Louise – he’d had to have grown twice his size – jacked and scarred to no end. It only got worse over the years. Now, adults – he must be twice your size. Bigger even.

You blush now when he flirts with you. But not so much for the reasons he wants.

Honestly, it’s more uncomfortable than it’s flattering. It was Izuku, after all – Deku – no matter how little he resembled the crybaby from your childhood – he’d always be that same nerdy loser friend who’d chased after you ever since you first met.

He might have grown up, but his crush on you hadn’t.

His doe-eyed look of longing and adoration had always made you feel a little awkward – a little sorry for him. And now that he’s become a man, it’s only become even more… desperate… a little pathetic, actually…

Bedroom eyes that make you laugh nervously, pretending to brush it off as a joke but really wishing he’d just give it a rest already. Surely, as a pro-hero and public figure, he could get a date? One of the many screaming fans that pine for him everywhere he drags that awful golden cape he has on his shoulders. And if not any of them, then maybe a model. A movie star even.

Why is he so hung up on you?

The funny thing is, you’d tried vying him of his crush by telling him about hook-up after hook-up, boyfriend after boyfriend – treating him like a girlfriend you could gossip with.

But it’s almost like he takes it as a challenge – talking and helping you through your relationships, giving his input and advice – just like a real friend would… only… always implementing something… something condescending, something suggestive, something saying you ought to be with him instead – he’d never treat you like that, he’d never do you wrong, you’d be taking good care of with him.

You’d made the mistake of saying you were struggling with a class at university – just to make conversation – just to talk about something trivial. But of course, he’d seen it as an opportunity – quick to offer his help, saying he’d taken that class as an extracurricular – just for a bit of fun, he’d said, light reading material he’d done on the side of his internship.

You don’t know why it’s so hard to tell him no.

Suppose it’s the possibility of being wrong – the guilt of thinking he has impure intentions when he’s supposedly the purest person in the world.

But you should have trusted your instincts.

“Please, Izuku-” You’d immediately restored to begging. Who wouldn’t? He’s a two-meter-tall monster of a man – jacked with muscles fatter than a bear.

Your phone’s been missing since you came back from the bathroom – your lips wet with his unwanted kisses – your neck sore from having his fist wrapped around it when you tried stopping him.

You’d only managed to break free after biting – blood salty in your mouth. You nearly vomited, choking on a mix of bile and fear.

Fuck – your legs are so weak, you might just buckle from the dread alone – feeling like a bunny snagged on fox teeth.

“You used to take me when we’d play wrestle... you remember?”

The comment is pulled out of nowhere.

He stalks you, a fond look on his face as though the two of you were reminiscing good old times. As though his eyes weren’t a nocturnal green like foxfire on the fen. As though he wasn’t radiating black whip – ready to snare you.

“Think you can take me now?”

You had your hands raised apprehensively – but the hopelessness took its toll and made your entire body shake on the spot.

Your only hope was to talk him out of it. If only you could think past the fear and string a sentence together that wasn’t along the lines of “Please-”

But something about that look on his face told you he wouldn’t listen to reason anymore. Not manic, not like a person who’d finally snapped – but controlled – resolute – and playful even. Nothing like you’d ever seen. Nothing you could understand.

“What’s wrong, hm?” He smiles, head tipped in that charming way that used to make you want to pinch his cheek. Now it just makes you sick to look at – swallowing thickly as you tack another step back away from it. “I’ll go easy – so don’t worry… I know it's not exactly a fair fight anymore…”

Your better judgment failed you – fight-or-flight kicked in, and you made a break for it.

Budging into the couch on your way, it’s a messy scramble for the door – but you manage. Feeling feverish with dread and pumped full of adrenaline, you brush the cold handle with just your fingertips before something wraps around your midriff in a snug grip – pulling you back into the living room.

You’re lifted from the ground, kicking – now screaming – flailing in the air before you’re flipped on your back against the couch.

“Don’t be like that~” He murmurs. “Always so wishy-washy~” Voice in a low purr that makes you feel like coughing up your heart – squirming beneath him and his heavy hands as they paw your thighs – manhandling you like nothing you’d ever imagine him to do.

Raking his fingers through the dough before squeezing your ass greedily – kneading his fat crotch against the thin fabric protecting your sex.

“Complaining about all your weak-dicked boyfriends as if begging me to come fuck you myself – yet such a flighty little slut when it comes down to it.” He sneers, and blackwhip tightens some around your limbs. “Let me help you out.”

One hand tugs your underwear until it rips, whilst the other hand pulls up to grab your face – squeezing your cheeks to keep you still when forcing his kisses on you.

“After all… what are friends for?”

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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🦭—SIGHS deku being so heavy that when u squirt he can't be pushed out so he just sinks deeper with soft grumbles ): massages his hips into yours as u knead at the mattress )): I JUST THINK HES NEAT,,

i’m howling actually. he is so neat!!!! mdni.

“d-deku!” you’re gasping, high pitched and whiney with your lungs desperate for breath. they expand wide between your rib cage and the mattress your boyfriend has you pressed into— all of his weight, heavy over you and his chest sticky against your back. “‘m gonna…gonna— oh fuck, baby! gonna make me cum.”

deku laughs, his warm breath tingling gently against the shell of your ear— contrasting with the force behind each of his calculated thrusts, slender hips lunging forward to push his fat cock deeper along your soaked squishy walls, “uhuh, you close, angel? can tell with how your greedy little pussy clenches around me,” as if in queue, his seedy, blistering tip nudges new pleasure spots along the ridges of your insides— making you seize up and ripple around the stretch of izuku’s girth. he chokes on a moan that sends dopamine crackling across your brain, licks predatory stripe from your neck to just behind your ear and curses when you cry out his name again. “keep that ass up for me, throw it back on me a little bit, baby. just so i can fuck you better.”

you do your best to lift your hips from underneath deku, shuddering at how his luscious green hair tickles your shoulders from behind and he quickly slips a pillow under your bruised hips to keep you arched how he wants. the new angle has your cunt squelching with lewd suction noises every time izuku pushes into you, and his rough fingers slip between your mess of sweaty and arousal stained limbs to fumble with your swollen clit as blood rushes to it. you barely have any room to breathe between the way deku fucks you and the way he touches you— treading on the thin line of euphoria and losing your sanity.

“be a good girl, be my pretty little girl and cum f’me,” he slurs against your skin, practically drooling as his heavy length hits deep and churns up your insides— cockhead never letting up on your abused g-spot. “that’s it, make a mess for me. god, fuck.”

“i can’t, can’t. i-izu-!” clawing at the sheets, your tiny mewls become louder, heftier and fill the room with their song combined with the wet slaps of skin on skin and bed creaking beneath the weight of sex. you let your head fall back against deku’s freckled shoulder, mouth hanging wide open when your orgasm washes over you in a wave that threatens to drown you. the knot in your stomach unravels way too quickly, and you gush clear streams of your arousal straight from your mound.

“fuck, you’re squirting,” deku sounds elated, drawing wide and fast circles on your clit, never letting up with his thrusts no matter how much you squirt because he’s just so thick, so heavy that all his cock does is plug you full. “that’s it baby, lemme see you fall apart on me. uhhuh, you like that?” cooing condescendingly, he only slips deeper inside the heat of your puffy pussy as clear streams of arousal bathe his cock, your entrance clinging to every vein on his shaft.

he leaves you a drooling twitching mess against the crushed sheets, pressing his hips flat against your ass to grind into you in slow circles. “wan’ you to cum baby, please izuku. cum inside me, please.” you beg, hiccuping and twisting the duvet between your shaky fingers. you squeal as deku picks up the pace, your arousal splashing against his tummy and pelvis, fat drops of it running down the insides of your thighs.

“take it baby, all of it,” the last spurt of his energy is used to fuck you until he creams your cunt, filling you up with his thick seed and grinding in you until he’s sure it takes. the pro hero collapses onto you, kisses pressed across your back before he leans up to whisper.

“let’s try that again, shall we? have you squirt while my cock’s deep, deep inside you, huh angel?”

#deku x reader #deku smut #deku thirst #deku x you #deku imagine #midoriya smut #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya smut #bnha smut #bnha thirsts #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚💬੭ — unknown messenger #ʚ 🦭 anon’ ɞ

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angelshimaa · 3 months

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━━ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 ;; 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 ♡ (pt.2)

⤷ feat. midoriya, todoroki and iida

✧ cw :: gn!reader, fluff, smau, them reacting to a low result on a love calculator, you’re just being a little silly <3

✧ a/n :: not much to say :)

pt 1 | pt 3

MIDORIYA IZUKU ♡

TODOROKI SHOTO ♡

IIDA TENYA ♡

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

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mackenziebrooks · 25 days

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Deku who is absolutely a sweet heart. He buys you cute things and spoils you. He wants to make his baby happy. But, Deku is also very possessive and dangerous in bed. He becomes absolutely dominant when his cock is buried deep inside of you. He’ll make sure your pussy is molded into the shape of his cock. Mean, he’s not number one for nothing.

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candyeyedoll · 1 year

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( ♡ ) — Izuku loves the smell of your pussy ! by @candyeyedoll

smut ꒰ agedup! Izuku Midoriya x afab!reader ꒱

Izuku loves the smell of your pussy.

It's a vagina. it doesn't smell like anything else. it smells like pussy, and that's why he likes it.

He already told you that he loves your smell, your expensive perfume all over your skin, or the scent of your fruity shampoo that flows in your hair. But this, this is diferent.

The first time he smelled your pussy it was on his first time fingering you, he wasn't face to face with your cunt, but he already can feel that particular smell

Moisty, fleshy and slightly sweet. That sweet and addictive fragrance of your most intimate place. Your real smell. And it became his guilty pleasure.

Why would he want you to know?! what if you think he is some kind of creepy pervert? (He, indeed, is. A little bit. But he is) It's easy for him to hide it (No it's not. You already noticed)

It's simple. The way he INHALES while he's eating you out, it's normal to get hard by this? hell yeah he's literally MOANING while burrying his nose in your cunt.

But that's okay, right? But God. He definitely feels so guilty about these ones.

He loves to lay in your lap! But you noticed that he gets more nervous about it than before. Yes, at first he was embarrassed about more intimate physical affection, but why now?

Maybe because Izuku can't stop feeling a little bit of your essence through your clothes...

Being so close to your core, It's intoxicating.

What a pervert! he thinks for himself

Sometimes he thoughts about smelling your panties, but immediately smack himself for being a total PERVERT!

Pervert. Pervert. Pervert.

If you find it hot, please give him a pair of your panties! he would deny at first, but insist a little bit and he will fall.

Just imagine the poor boy stroking his dick and silently whining and sniffing into your dirty underwear. He feels like a disgusting pervert.

And he is.

But he can't stop, it's so overwhelming! Your boy is in love with the smell of your pussy! don't blame him, you know you kinda like it.

Thanks for reading <3

—Tommy @candyeyedoll

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tyinghershoe · 1 year

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Izuku is the type of person to give you wildflowers that he saw on the side of the road.

He’ll pick dandelions even if he knows they’re weeds. He picks them just because he thinks they’re pretty, and you deserve pretty things.

He’s fluent in the language of flowers - he’ll pick a blue flower when he notices you’re anxious, or give you a pink one when he’s not as coy.

Something about him and flowers, it just makes sense.

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ilydeku · 8 months

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izuku follows you EVERYWHERE

- you'll never lose him at the mall, he can practically sense when you're not around him

- he just really wants to be around you, LOVES to be around you :(

- talking to you, holding you, ughh <3

- when you get up from the couch to grab a snack, there he goes! right behind you

- when you go to wash up in bathroom, there he is, right in the reflection of the mirror

- if you're in the shower, he'll personally invite himself in to no avail

- "Oh, you're going to shower? Then...can I shower with you..?"

- even times where you really need to be alone

- "Izuku, c'mon now. You know I have to finish filling out these papers. Even one minor error could disrupt the entire thing." He stops kissing the side of your face and rolls your chair around to face him.

- "But...I love you..." He's giving you that look, that same look that you always give into, but this time you were going to hold your ground. At least you thought you would. "Can't I just stay here? I'll just be right here on our bed!"

- "...I want to say yes, but even your presence in your room distracts me."

- "...Is that a good thing?"

- "Of course! You know I'd rather be in your arms than doing this, Izuku."

- regardless, he knows when to give you space

- he can sense when times are different

- other than that, always expect him to be right within arms reach

support me? :)

#w.midizu #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #deku x you #izuku x you #deku x y/n #izuku midoriya x you #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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maimochies · 2 months

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pro hero! deku who keeps your neighborhood safe by taking care of crooks and petty thiefs. pro hero! deku who walks you home from your late night work shifts to ensure you're safe, all the way to the doorstep and wishing you a good night like the gentleman he is. pro hero! deku who gets a kiss on the cheek each night as thank you from you.

but also... pro hero! deku who lingers around your apartment to watch you undress from work past the thin curtains. pro hero! deku who's perched on the rooftop opposite your apartment, who palms himself to the sight of you walking around in nothing but your panties. pro hero! deku who has to wash his hero suit each night to get rid of the debauched, disgusting stains he's left with in his pants after patrol. pro hero! deku who can't help but wonder if there are other ways you'll thank him if he swoops in to save you.

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eatmekaneki · 4 months

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His Obsession

18+

✖︎Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x fem!reader

✖︎Word count: 4.8k

✖︎Warnings: smut; noncon; dubcon; k!dnapping; Kn!feplay; blo*d; manipulation; yandere themes; izuku is a yandere; all characters are aged 18+

✖︎A/n: I have a prompt list with random themes and characters I spin a wheel for and this prompt landed on Izuku Midoriya and knife play! So here we go!

Izuku had been on his own a bit too long now. He’d been on a job in your city tracking a trail of criminal activity that had led him straight to you.

Wanted posters with your face plastered on them were hung across the walls of his dark and sad rental studio apartment.

He had maps everywhere with leads and sticky notes. Pins and strings were winding across them all in multicolored webs pointing to spots across the city you’d been linked to.

He knew the danger you posed to him especially.

Your quirk was a mind manipulation type. It made you drive men mad with lust. As far as the hero’s knew, you were able to do this through something like a telekinetic ability but to activate it, your whole body would break out into a blush. That was the only things he’d been told about you, other than that you’ve been using your charms to rob and manipulate people across your large city. No one quite knew the range of your powers, or if someone even looking at you through a screen could be affected.

Cursing under his breath he picked up a photograph of you that one of his informants had been able to get him and looked it over. You might have already been a problem for him even without your power.

He looked around the room at all of the other photos of you he’d gathered over the past couple months. The photos hanging by his bed were zoomed in on different body parts of yours; lips, legs, shoulders, fingers, eyes…one where your plaid yellow skirt had almost blown up in the wind.

He pinned the new photo up on his living room wall and put a new red string across to a second pin to mark on the map of where you were last seen.

You’d been starting to put together a crew of other villains that had quirks that could manipulate people, he needed to move in now before you took your crimes to a more grand scale.

Laying down in his bed he stared at the photos of you so close to him…you were so close to him, and he was so close to finally getting to you.

He imagined every night what it would be like to finally confront you, to finally get his hands on you…

The obsession of catching you had started to transform into an obsession of other sorts, and his hand often found his way underneath his boxers at night staring at photos of you. You were everywhere… everywhere in this city it seemed. Everywhere in his apartment as well, and he needed you everywhere around him.

He’d imagine that with your powers you had to have the sweetest pussy that he’d ever felt. He hated that you were out there using that perfect body to steal from people, making them drool over you with your charms. It wasn’t right. He wanted to, needed to teach you a lesson.

He tucked his favorite knife under his pillow, the metallic red hilt of it poked out slightly from his white pillow.

There were ways to reform a villan. He’d seen it happen. A few of his former classmates had told him how they’d taken some villains underneath them to teach them a lesson. He never thought he’d be one to need to do it; but, for you he’d do anything. You could be good, and you could be his.

———

You were standing in line at a small bank you’d planned on getting a bit of free cash from. Nothing huge so you didn’t bring any of your crew you’d usually keep around with you. This was just for some pocket change for dinner.

You were scoping out the tellers and trying to figure out how to make sure you got the cute older man with glasses at the first desk. He was pretty fit for his age and you wouldn’t have minded taking him out for a spin after you’d gotten some cash out of him.

You let someone go in front of you when the wrong desk opened up next for you. impatiently you hoped that he’d hurry up with the customer he was with. You wore your favorite low cut shirt and short skirt that you liked to have on when you were on a job. It was plain, no grand villain costume for you, just something cute and flirty. Men were easy, even without your quirk. sometimes all it took was shoving your tits forward in their face and they’d give you exactly what you wanted.

Finally the coast was clear for you to head forward. You put on your best flirtatious grin, and felt a small pink blush forming on your cheeks as you started to activate your quirk. that would guarantee you’d be the most appealing woman this guy had ever laid eyes on. At least for while you had your quirk activated he’d think so. He’d have no choice. Even after you’d linger in his mind from time to time if he stared too long at the blush on your cheeks and the way it almost swirled hypnotically under your skin. That was your plan at least. To take all you can but leave nothing but memories of you for their jerk off library.

You barely took one step forward before you were stopped frozen in your tracks. you felt the back of your shirt lift slightly by rough fingertips and something cold and sharp touched the skin of your lower back.

“Tell them never mind, we forgot something in our car.” A quiet voice growled from behind you.

Your jaw hung open slightly. You weren’t sure what to do but every instinct in you that wasn’t keeping your knees from buckling was telling you to listen to the command.

“N-never mind, sorry.” You stuttered speaking to the bank teller then walking out of the line.

The mysterious man behind you still held the blade to your back and walked with you.

“We forgot s-something…” You rushed as fast as you could, trying not to make a scene.

The man walked you to his car, a black SUV, a rental by the looks of it. He shoved you forward against the door face first. Your chest was pressed up against the window and your cheek hit the car hard enough to bruise. He then grabbed your arms, those rough and battered fingers digging sharply into your skin with a power you knew you’d never resist. He put them both behind you and slapped a pair of handcuffs on your wrists.

“You are under arrest for theft, and sexual coercion.” He grunted as he secured the metal handcuffs with a click as they locked into the tightest he could get them without cutting off circulation.

You heard the shuffle of his feet moving against the gravel between your own feet. A knee roughly shoved one of your legs aside. even though you had panties on under your skirt you felt exposed there in the parking lot.

You did a quick glance up to see that it was unfortunately a very empty lot and he had you positioned on the side of the car where any passersby might see.

You felt a nauseating chill -and though it was only because you couldn’t help it- you felt excitement in your core as he started to brush the front of himself against you. He was hard.

You opened your mouth to say something but he suddenly and roughly grabbed you by the shoulders and spun your trembling figure around to face him.

His wavy dark hair fell over angry eyes and a terrifying expression. You recognized him instantly. Though he seemed so much different than you’d seen him on television. Instead of his hero’s outfit, he wore casual loose black jeans and a black hoodie with a black baseball cap, likely to try and disguise his appearance.

Pro hero Deku, one of the strongest heros currently in the game. And supposedly a sweetheart, and good man.

The crazed, widened eyes on face in front of you had you questioning if tabloids had done him wrong. With that knife in hand he looked scarier than most villains you’d worked with in the past.

“I’ve been trying to find you for a long time. You really haven’t been behaving.” He held the knife up to your face, scolding you with it like he was wagging a finger at you.

You felt yourself shudder as your body tried to slump away from the knife the best it could without jerking away from him in a way that might set him off more.

He looked you up and down silently, giving you a terrifyingly casual smirk suddenly before commanding you.

“Now get in the car.” shoving you aside and opening the door you’d been in front of before roughly forcing you in.

He drove you back to a small studio apartment in a part of town you knew well. It wasn’t an area you liked being in. It gave you an uneasy feeling out here. The streets were littered with trash and rats and it felt like there was just a thick layer of smog everywhere more than the rest of the city.

You wondered what a pro hero like him was doing here. Even more strange was why he was even taking you here, instead of a police station.

You gulped nervously. Now that you think of it, you hadn’t heard him call your arrest in to anyone at all. Wasn’t that standard to do?

As if reading your mind he spoke from in the front seat.

“The only one that knows you’re here is me…” A trembling, but excited smirk came across his lips, he seemed like he was starting to sweat slightly.

“Sorry, I’m just so nervous” He chuckled. “I’ve never tried rehabilitation before…so it’s like you’re my first!” he grinned a large smile at you.

You had no idea what he was babbling on about. You were only wondering if when he opened the door you could just use your charms to let you make a run for it.

He stepped out for a moment, gathering a few things from the trunk into a black backpack before putting it on and walking over to your door.

The blush came back to your cheeks and your pupils turned into hearts as you activated your quirk fully.

He swung open the door and you met him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster and a pout on your lips.

“Deku…please, I think I just need to go home.” You flirted. “I can give you something sweet before I go if you want.” You winked at him, with no intention to let him have an inch of your body.

He stalled for a moment, looking you up and down. You bent over slightly so that he could stare down your shirt better. You heard a small sharp intake of breath, and his hands twitched at his sides, like he was resisting the urge to reach out and grab you.

You smirked. They always fall for your charms.

Suddenly, Izuku started breaking out into a crazed laughter, throwing his head back and clutching a hand to his stomach with the hand that clutched the knife tightly still. Your expression fell and your body tensed up, suddenly realizing you weren’t safe from this anymore.

“Honey, that’s not going to work on me.” His eyes met yours. “I’ve been attracted to you. For a while.” He leaned forward down to your level, getting close and dragging the knife across your cheek. The feeling of the cold metal made you tremble.

“I figured the best way to get immune to your charms was no different than building up a tolerance to poison.” He spat out that last word at you, glaring at you as his eyes flicked from yours to your lips and back. He was mere inches away now, and still holding the knife to your skin.

“I’d cum to you every night, sometimes many times a day, just so when I finally got you that you wouldn’t have any affect on me.” The look he gave was unashamed, though what he said had you hanging your jaw open.

He what?

You weren’t blind to the idea that often the men you enchanted would need to go home and take care of themselves later. But, this man you’d never met, this hero no less…thinking of you that way, that often. You gulped and felt it hard to swallow.

He stepped back from the car, grabbing you by your arm and dragging you into the building.

You did try and struggle against him as he pulled you into his apartment, but it was never going to be any use. Your strength matched with his was an absolute joke, and you knew the knife wasn’t the only threat that he had here. Waving around the knife seemed to be more of a show for himself than anything. It didn’t make it less threatening though.

With your hands still behind your back he pushed you forward and you stumbled inside his apartment. He gave you a few more heavy shoves as you clumsily tripped over your own feet and landed stomach down onto his bed.

Your skirt fell up as you landed, your bare ass cheeks now exposed to him on the bed. You heard a sinful and desperate moan from behind you.

You quickly tried to cover yourself back up the best you could, a real blush forming on your cheeks slightly.

Izuku practically growled at seeing the flash of skin you’d accidentally given. He jumped on you and straddled you, sitting on the back of your thighs so that your ass was directly in front of his clothed erection.

You gasped and tried to squirm forward to release yourself from being pinned. Useless and hopeless of course.

This felt so wrong. You weren’t a saint yourself, but this man was supposed to be a top pro hero. A good guy.

You’d seen him on posters and always thought he was such a pretty man. One you’d love to ruin. Of course you’d thought of it. Who doesn’t fantasize about a pro hero from time to time. Not like this though…

Gone was anything resembling a hero. He was just an insane looking man with a knife in his hand and a devilish smirk on his face as he lifted the skirt up further.

“Fuck.” He hissed out. His hands shooting to massage at the plump cheeks. You whimpered out in protest at the feeling.

“Deku…please…what are you doing.” You sputtered your words out against the gray blanket on his bed your face was now buried in.

He grabbed your hair in the back roughly and turned your head so that you got a good visual of what was plastered all over his wall.

You felt cold ice in every limb at the sight. All of the photos of you on display right where he’d been sleeping…every night. You were repulsed and terrified. This wasn’t a normal investigation for him. He wasn’t just tracking down a villain, this had become something more for him. You’d had your own stalker and hadn’t even realized.

It hurt where he was still pulling at your hair. You didn’t dare struggle against him though. With the hand not holding your head down, you knew he still had that knife close and ready to use.

He lowered his face down next to yours, his cheek just ever so slightly brushing against your skin. You flinched away and that seemed to set him off.

“You’re going to have to get used to me little slut.” He then brought his lips to yours and sloppily kissed you. Again you tried to flinch away but he held you right to him in an uncomfortable attack.

You felt his hips starting to press deeply into you and grind against your ass. His hard cock was aching to be set free.

He needed this so badly. He’d been waiting for too long to have you beneath him like this. He told himself this was the perfect time to teach you a lesson. You deserved to be taught a lesson.

He pulled away from you and sat up again to get a good visual of the way he had you in front of him.

“Don’t. Move.” He spoke quietly, but in such a chilling tone that you instantly froze up and obeyed.

He then took the knife and put it to the back of your neck. Slowly he trailed it down, not enough to cut through the fabric of your shirt, but enough for you to feel the tickle of the blade against you.

It sent a shudder across your body and at that your stomach flipped, hoping you hadn’t twitched at all and made him cut you.

“You’re shaking little slut.” He chuckled breathily the knife stalling at your lower back.

His other hand grabbed tight to your hip and he pressed down holding you still to the bed.

“Don’t move.” He repeated hastily and excitedly in a raspy voice.

His hand left your hip and he pulled at your panties.

He took the knife and cut along the fabric of your underwear right over your crotch. You sucked in a tight breath as he was trailing dangerously close from your clit to your asshole. He then set the knife down on the bed next to you. Taking your panties between both hands and ripping it further leaving everything exposed in front of him.

You squirmed harder at this. He gave your ass a hard smack, causing it to redden instantly. You knew how hard he was capable of hitting. the fact that you knew that was probably the most reserved he was capable of being made you feel like death might be easier than what was about to come here.

“Deku…please don’t.” Without many other options to stop this, you tried to turn your quirk on again and woo him into letting you at least have it more gently

Your whole body covered in a slight blush for a moment as you activated it.

To no avail though. Izuku gave your ass an even harder smack. You yelled out at the sharp sting and your eyes squeezed tightly shut. It felt like that one already was developing into a bruise.

You could hear a snicker from behind you.

“It’s not gonna work, naughty girl. Like I said..” he pointed to the pictures of you on the wall.

You looked again through tear blurred eyes again to see the one in particular of your skirt almost flying up.

“I got off to you all the time. I'm immune to your charms.” He started to unbuckle his pants. “At least enough to do this my way.” He grunted as he took his thick and throbbing length out from his pants.

You hoped that the power he extended through the rest of him didn’t reach there, but you knew that’d be reaching for too much luck.

He was huge, and veiny and angry and dead set on being inside of you.

“I am going to teach you what happens to naughty girls like you that whore themselves out to commit crimes. Making good people cum in their pants over you, even if they don’t want to?” He spat at you.

You felt his plump head pressing against your entrance.

He tried to tease you slightly but he saw that you weren’t at all ready for him.

You were going to be reluctant it seemed. But, he didn’t care. He moved back and angrily shoved your legs further apart in one motion, using his knees, and went to enter again. This time with more force, not wanting to have to try again.

“It’s about time you learned what it feels like to be forced to...” he lost his words as he sucked in a sharp breath. The feeling of your walls sucking him inside so tightly had his eyes already rolling back. His lower half shuddered and he realized he was right, you had the most perfect pussy he’d ever been inside.

His hands gripped into your hips so tightly you were scared he’d forget what he was doing and snap you in half.

His head was hung back and he’d stalled for a moment, before starting to move himself slowly.

You hated how he was filling you up so completely. Every time he pushed himself all the way in your body was betraying you with a moan falling out reflexively from your lips.

He seemed pleased at this and continued to give you deep thrusts, his hips pounding against your ass. His breath hitched in his throat when he locked on to the way your ass was jiggling and rippling each time he smacked against it.

“Fuck you’re so good…” he moaned, grabbing the handcuffs by the chain between them. He used the motion to pull you up, making you arch your back and making him slide even deeper inside of you, kissing painfully against your cervix.

You let out a small scream as he started to pound into you roughly like this.

He didn’t seem to mind your protest though. In fact he might have even liked it.

“Guess you don’t make all the men you trick fuck you like this Hm?” He slammed up into you in one rough and painful movement. “Gonna have to show you why it’s a bad idea to go around offering yourself to everyone like a slut.” He grabbed your head again and shoved you back down onto the bed, pressing your face into the blankets but lifting your hips up into doggystyle.

“Please…stop…” you sobbed, hating the filled up feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your walls. He filled you up in a way that was making your pussy throb all over.

You couldn’t help it though. You couldn’t stop your body from enjoying the feeling.

With each unwanted movement, you also were overwhelmed with the reality that he was good with what he was doing. It wasn’t fair.

With no warning the blade of the knife was back against your ass.

You could feel the tip cut slightly against your skin. Not very deep, but enough that you knew he’d broken skin.

“FUCK” you screamed, “What the fuck!”

You heard chuckling from behind you, a raspy and breathy series of laughs. He was so far gone in the moment he might have lost his original plot of trying to rehabilitate you.

He wasn’t sure what lesson he really wanted to teach you at this point. Now that you were here all he really wanted was to never let you leave. Maybe that’s all this ever was about.

You looked so good in person, everything he’d ever dreamed of in a girl. You felt even better. It was just a shame you were a dirty slutty villain. He realized that was the real reason he needed to rehabilitate you.

He’d make you his. His good girl instead of the dirty criminal that you were.

That required a lot of hard lessons though.

“Please…” you sobbed

A trickle of blood ran down your ass cheek from the cut, he wiped it off with the sleeve of his hoodie in awe. he never realized how pretty blood could be until he saw it on you. He’d been around it plenty, but this felt like something else.

To test it he stopped his movements and gave another small cut to the other cheek.

“NO!” You screamed out. He simply smirked at that, letting his thumb run over the cut this time smearing the crimson red across your skin as he picked back up his torturous pace.

The power surging from him being inside you was something you could practically feel. His quirk was something terrifying when he wasn’t being a hero.

It also started to feel like a slight bit of static inside of you along with every pump, he was directing a bit of his power to his entire pelvic area. Whether on purpose or accident you couldn’t tell, but the pace was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

You felt your stomach tightening and you started to clench around his dick.

“Deku…stop…don’t wanna…c-cum” you whined with tears flooding down your face now.

His face lit up at this.

“You’re gonna cum? Shit..” he reached around between your legs and found your clit with two of his fingers. He flicked the swollen area between his middle and index quickly.

“N-no! Please no!” You cried out, though it was useless. His attack on your clit continued, flicking and massaging it with just the right amount of pressure.

It sent you fully over the edge. You shivered as the waves of guilty euphoria were pulsing throughout you. Tears were pouring as well, any makeup you had on was down your face with the wetness as you were sobbing at your body’s betrayal.

Izuku looked down at the way your messy face was pressed ruined against the mattress. All for him. All his now. He’d give you all the lessons you needed. Show you how you’re all his and you don’t need to go around being a slut anymore.

“Tell me this pussy belongs to me now.” He hissed out at you as he was smacking his hips relentlessly against your ass.

“W-wha” you blubbered out.

“You heard me whore.” He grunted as something he did seemed to feel particularly good. “Say it.”

You whimpered, not wanting to give him this, but knowing you didn’t have much choice.

“My pussy is yours now Deku.” You cried out.

He seemed pleased at this, and started fucking into with an even wilder pace. Lots of ‘fuck’s and ‘damn’s were being repeated and you could feel yourself sore with the feeling of his brutal pace.

“Deku it hurtssss” you whined. Something in that seemed to set him off, his eyes widened and he let out an animalistic growl.

“Oh my goddd I can’t keep it in…” he mumbled, slowing his pace and becoming more uneven with his thrusting.

“Gonna cum!” he let out a hoarse cry as he collapsed on top of you, bucking his hips over and over clumsily as he spilled inside of you, letting out a series of ‘oh my god’s.

He pulled out and instantly put himself back inside his pants. You were sat still dripping and full of the cum he’d left there.

“Absolutely disgusting.” He chuckled. “Villains are absolutely disgusting.”

He shook his head at you before shoving you over onto your side.

“I might’ve gotten a bit carried away. But I guess I have to work up more of a resistance to your quirk than I thought. You really do bring out people’s inner animal with that.” He glared at you. “It’s dangerous. Too dangerous even to put you in prison. You’ll just manipulate the guards.”

You now saw that he was moving towards a spot on the bed you hadn’t noticed, a sturdy metal bar with another set of handcuffs on it.

He forced your arm to it and hooked you in to the new handcuffs. Taking the old ones off and tossing them aside.

“I think it’s safer for everyone if you just stay here with me.”

The terror must’ve shown on your face because he gave you a small kiss on your forehead.

“It’s alright. I won’t need to be mean to you once you’re rehabilitated.”

You realized he’d picked the knife back up at some point, as it was being waved around in your face.

He then walked away to his kitchen that was still in the eyeline of his bed, to get himself something to drink.

“I’ll figure out a way to get out of here. you’re no different than me for this Deku” you spat that last bit. “You’re a villain now too.”

He ran back over to you, jumping on the bed in a crouch like an animal and grabbing your face roughly.

“No sweetie, that’s not true. You’re the villain here, and I’m the one teaching you a lesson. Just like it’s always been.” He gave another menacing smirk as he saw you shaking slightly. “Anyways, it’s your fault. You brought it out in me, flaunting it around all over the place.”

You had a feeling you’d flown too close to the sun with your quirk. How could you be so stupid to not realize it would eventually get the wrong hero too riled up.

He had become a feral animal when it came to you.

“So, like you said, you’re mine now.”

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Ever think about how horny reader is for Deku while she’s pregnant? I’m talking bout a wild beast. Before the pregnancy her sex drive was average but now she just can’t keep her hands to herself.

All she wants to do is have her big husband fuck her while she’s carrying their child, shocking Deku but he indulges her no matter how many rounds she wants and how tired he gets he just wants to spoil his wife during her pregnancy to keep her happy.

A/N: I love love LOVED this prompt. Honey I don't just think this, it lives in my head daily. Please!! I love prompts like this, keep them coming for Izuku (or Eijiro).

I can't help it

Husband Midoriya Izuku X Wifey Reader

Warning: PREGNANCY, Pregnant reader, breeding kink, hypersexual Y/N, SMUT, Squirting, multiple orgasms.

When you had figured out that you were pregnant, you were the happiest you had ever been in a long time. You and your husband had always wanted a little bundle of joy for yourselves and the fact that it happened for the both of you was a blessing you couldn’t take for granted. It was a magical and beautiful time, and one held in great secrecy too. The both of you didn’t tell the public at all nor did you tell any of your close friends until a good three months into your pregnancy.

Honestly, once you got past the morning sickness and feeling rather icky, you were pretty excited. You enjoyed watching your body slowly start to change. Izuku also found it ever so irresistible. You often found him putting a hand to your tummy, especially when you started to notice a little baby bump. From the moment he knew you were pregnant, he couldn’t sleep without you in his arms. He just had to know that you were safe and so was the little sprout in your womb. He would whisper and talk to the baby even before it could kick and respond back to his voice.

You couldn’t count how many times you had woken up from having drifted off before him to Izuku whispering everything he couldn’t wait to experience, all pointed towards your tummy.

It was fascinating watching and experiencing pregnancy before your eyes. You watched as your breasts grew, as you seemed to rounded up a bit, however the scariest thing was how your sex drive changed.

It was like someone had flipped a switch.

Almost completely overnight, you found yourself unexplainably horny. And it really took you by surprise when you were sitting in bed, Izuku just having come back off a shift that ended late. He put a hand to the back of his neck, a deep groan stumbling out of him as he slowly began to peel his hero uniform off of his body. At the sight of rippling muscles, his large scarred back and a groan stumbling out of his mouth, you were hit with a clench that took even you by surprise.

At first you tried to ignore it. And you really did. You were a real trooper trying to hide it as long as you did but you couldn’t stop yourself.

You just felt so needy. You wanted your husband and you wanted your husband to bend you over every surface of your house and take you like an animal. It made you feel so bad to objectify him in such a way, but every time you saw his body, heard his voice, smelt his scent… it was as if you were some crazed beast that couldn’t live without him.

You also missed him so much. It was almost like you couldn’t bare to be apart from him. Getting some anxiety watching him leave every morning and having to just sit at home and bake like an oven. It felt rather claustrophobic considering that the both of you didn’t want any of the public or the media to get wind of your pregnancy, so it meant no more spontaneous shopping trips or jogs around the neighbourhood.

However, you barely felt trapped in because half the time you were busy rubbing your sex trying to get off. Closer towards your fifth month of pregnancy, you couldn’t help it. Not even if you tried. It was like an intense cycle. You would wake up in Izuku’s arms and then feel the need for him to love on you, then you’d watch him leave and spend the rest of the day hold up in bed watching TV or trying to get off. It was like you couldn’t stop yourself. Even when you tried getting any work done, whether it be chores or any of your online work for the Deku Foundation, you often couldn’t stop the building ache between your legs.

Honestly, you were shocked that you held it together as long as you did. Until one fateful evening, Izuku and you were watching a movie together cuddled up in bed, but you couldn’t help but keep rubbing your thighs together. You glanced over at Izuku who had a large arm draped over your shoulder as his eyes stayed on the screen. He smelt like his fresh soap but also like a new fresh book and a hint of his cologne that never really went away.

He smelt so good.

And his calloused fingers drew circles on your skin, figureless shapes that traced on your skin patterns that didn’t make sense. Such big hands with such a large warm body and arm that kept you snuggled up to him. His body was warmer, often warmer than yours and it made you feel so tiny even now with a sizeable pregnancy bump. It didn’t help that his green curls were brushed slightly back but were that dark mop of green hair that brushed against his forehead. A strong yet soft face with freckles that littered his entire body, but warm green jade eyes that could stare right into your soul.

He looked so good.

You often couldn’t believe it. That this man, this adonis of a man, was your husband. That he made you Mrs Midoriya and slid a ring on your finger. Even more so that he was the man that impregnated you.

You drew in a breath.

Izuku turned to look down at you with a slight tilt of his head. An innocent look on his face as he seemed blissfully unaware of your lustful thoughts towards him. “Are you okay honey?” He asked softly, the sound of the movie playing in the background. You weren’t even sure what had happened after the first ten minutes.

You nodded your head as you forced a smile on your face. “Yah. I’m alright.”

He smiled, so glad that you were okay.

You weren’t. You wanted to climb him like the tree he was and jump on his cock till the sun rose.

“That’s good.” He squeezed you closer to him briefly, placing a kiss on your forehead before focusing back forward.

Your hands rested on your bump as you tried to focus on the movie rather unsuccessfully. This was the man who had placed the child inside you. The fact that you were carrying someone that you both created was enough to make a shiver run down your spine. You felt so happy to know that you were pregnant but now… now you felt another feeling you had never felt before.

You were Mrs Midoriya, wife of Midoriya Izuku who was the Number One ProHero of Japan, the symbol of Justice and Peace. You were his wife and you were carrying his child. His son. Inside of you was something so uniquely crafted that it would only ever exist once.

And you had managed to take his seed like the good wife that you were and plant it in your womb.

Fuck.

Izuku perked up. He had noticed that your breathing had turned heavy as he watched you. Your eyes were facing forward but they were totally glazed over. You were not paying attention at all. Your hands gripped your bump almost possessively as you sat silently at his side. Izuku sat up a bit, the movie long forgotten by the both of you as his eyebrows furrowed. Your whole pregnancy had been without fault but Izuku always had, in the back of his mind, fears that were enough to choke him.

“Honey?” You didn’t answer. “Honey?” You didn’t answer again. Now that really got Izuku concerned. He put both hands on your shoulders and shook you gently. “Y/N.” The stern tone of his voice took you by surprise as you turned to look at him. “What’s wrong?” He asked seriously.

You hesitated but you smiled with a breathy half heartedly laugh. “I’m fine, Izu. Just-”

“No, you’re not. You’ve been spacing out the entire movie.” He told you, half surprising you with how observant he was of your behaviours. His eyes held so much concern as he looked down at you. Green emerald eyes flicked down to your stomach briefly before putting a large hand on top of your bump. “Is it the baby?” His large warm hand just brushing against your clothed stomach made you release a soft moan as your eyes fluttered. “Sweetheart?”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. Either you were going to sneak your hand between your thighs for the fifth time today or you were going to jump him till you couldn’t see straight. “Izu…” Your voice was faint and almost sounded like you were exhausted.

“Yah.” He asked concerned for you, sitting up.

“I need you.”

“What do you need? Is it a craving? If so, I can go get it. Whatever it is.” He answered fast without hesitation as he turned to grab his phone, about to check whatever convenience store was still open at this time.

You grabbed his arm, instantly telling him to stop what he was doing. He froze as he turned to you. “No, Izuku, you don’t understand.” You told him, as you finally looked him dead in the eyes. For the first time since knowing you, Izuku saw something in your eyes he had never seen before. “I need you. I need you inside me, right now. I… I can’t think straight right now, all I know is that if I don’t have your dick inside me in the next three minutes, I think I’ll go crazy.”

To say Izuku was shocked would be an understatement. His face went red in surprise, you having genuinely caught him off guard for the first time in a long while. He had read that some pregnant woman could get hypersexual and others would lack the need for sexual encounters at all.

Hearing you so bluntly and so seriously say that you wanted him to fuck you was… well it was arousing to say the least. Izuku was pretty sure he was already half hard just by the second sentence.

He opened his mouth to speak, still absolutely shocked that this was actually happening.

“Izuku, may I use you?”

Without hesitation your husband answered. “Yes-”

A kiss went to his lips promptly shutting him up as you pulled him down to kiss you. A stuttered breath left your mouth as you immediately grabbed his cock over his sweatpants. A surprised gasp left his throat but you didn’t even register it as you let out a groan at the feeling of him. You hastily rushed to crawl over and hover over him. You pulled up the maternity sleepwear short gown to reveal that you were absolutely bare underneath, with not a single piece of underwear in sight. You were dripping wet. Slick lined the slit of your pussy and was even evident on the inside of your thighs. Izuku’s eyes widened as he watched you lift yourself up as you moved your hand down to stroke him up and down, aligning the pink tip of his cock to the entrance of your cunt.

It was only then that Izuku realised that you hadn’t stretched yourself out yet. “Y/N. Y/n wait-” A groan stumbled out of his lips as he felt your smouldering warm pussy stretch around him.

A loud moan stumbled out of your throat as you faced up to the ceiling, your eyes closing in pure pleasure. He felt so good. Considering that you had been knuckles deep inside of yourself for nearly a quarter of the day, you didn’t need the stretch. Despite being married for two years, you couldn’t deny that taking Izuku’s cock had never felt this good- and you loved your intimate times with your husband.

You let out a shaky breath as you slowly started to sink down, your thighs burning at you having to support your weight. Slowly you sank down further and further down his cock. The feeling of him going deeper and deeper inside you making you even more wet.

Finally you sank down, taking most of him inside you. Suddenly you felt your thighs quivering as you let out a deep moan. You hastly put a hand down against his chest, trying to hold you up, but Izuku quickly moved his hands to your hips holding you up like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Finally your high passed making you let out a heavy sigh as you tried to catch your breath.

“My love… did you just cum from taking my cock?” Izuku asked surprised as he looked up at you.

You gave him a meaningless glare but nodded your head. You tried to look down to look at your cunt, however soon found it impossible due to your stomach being in the way.

Izuku felt you tighten around his cock again. You didn’t waste a second as you moved up and then down. You were slow as you held onto his shoulder and one was placed down against the bed as you tried lifting you up and down his cock. You let out heavy breaths as you began to ride him, slowly trying to pick up past.

Instinctively, Izuku held you up and started doing most of the work for you. He slid down the rest of the way, down onto the bed, still holding you up on his cock. He fucked up into you making you moan as you started to roll your hips.

“Yes. Just like that Izu. Just like that.” You encouraged as you moved up and down his cock. Moans and whines were tumbling out of your throat without hinderance. You felt so much better now that you had him inside you, pushing against your walls and stretching you to the limit as he fucked into you. But despite feeling better, you also felt so much more in need for him now that you had him. “Yes! Fuck!” You cried out as you felt Izuku find a spot inside you before continuing to hit there.

You increased your speed as you hopped up and down. Whines escaped your lips for everytime your ass hit against his pelvis. You moved your dress up and off of your body, not even wanting the useless thing anymore. You had long foregone underwear nowadays, and no one could really blame you.

Izuku let out a deep groan as he felt you tighten around him again but this time your body locked and tensed as you came again. A cry came out of your lips as your cunt massaged his cock as you tried to milk him for all that he was worth. You felt so good.

Izuku let out a low growl as he lifted you up and off his cock, before pushing you down against the bed, swapping places with you. He spread your legs easily finding the perfect spot between them before sliding back in.

A groan came out of the both of you but a chuckle stumbled out of Izuku’s lips. He started to thrust in slowly, holding onto your thighs securely as to use them for an advantage. “You’ve been touching yourself haven’t you?” he asked amusedly. “Is that why you could take me so easly? It’s the only explanation considering that you weren’t wearing any panties, my love.”

You whined as you nodded your head. You lay back feeling helpless but so very aroused as you kept your legs nice and widely spread for your husband. “Yah. I couldn’t help it. I really couldn’t help it. I-” Every thrust felt deeper than the last making you gasp as you felt a particular one make you lose the ability to retain your breath. “Ah, right there. Right there Izuku!” You cried out.

“There?” He asked snapping his hips forward again, causing your back to arch with a high pitched squeal. A grin went to his face as he gripped your thigh tighter, planting one hand down onto the sheets underneath you before absolutely ploughing into you.

“YES!” You shouted loudly, uncaring of how slutty you sounded right now. Your voice was debauched and sounded nothing like you and yet it was. “Yes!” You let out gasping as you raised your hands to squeeze your tits. “Harder Izu! Harder! I need you deeper.” You urged as you tried moving your hips to taking more of him.

Your husband let out a low grunt, now too focused in pleasing you to formulate much words. He increased his pace, pushing your thighs further forward. Your cunt was creaming around his cock, squeezing him as you came undone around him.

“FUCKING-” This one took you by complete surprise as you could barely breathe. You were shaking in ecstasy, your eyes rolled back as you floated in pure mind numbing bliss for two long seconds. Unbeknownst to you, slick splashed against Izuku’s pelvis, wetting his cock as you had squirted around him. You finally gasped as you took in oxygen. “Oh my God! Oh my-” Words stopped formulating as you were being fucked through a mind shattering orgasm. Your eyes stayed rolled to the heavens as you let your husband pound into you till he felt like it. You couldn’t speak as you felt yourself mindless towards the pleasure, chasing it and pursuing it.

Izuku moaned carelessly as he fucked into you harder. You were so beautiful right now. Spread out in front of him, legs spread, eyes rolled back and your body limp to nothing but his actions. Your body jostled with every thrust, your tits hypnotising him but Izuku couldn’t help himself as he put a hand down to your baby bump. The cause of this whole situation. To think that you would find carrying his baby so arousing- carrying his baby.

“Fuck, your amazing. Your everything. Such a good fucking girl.” He praised as he could feel that he was reaching his limit. “All of this is just for you, baby. I’m all yours.” He reminded you.

You were aching for him to cum inside you, to have him remind you who you belonged to. To have his seed deep inside you. You wondered if this was the position that you got pregnant in.

Your thighs shook as a hum went through your body.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum.” Izuku’s eyebrows furrowed as he held you safely. “I’m- I’m gonna-” Without a moments of hesitation, a deep groan left Izuku’s throat as he spilled inside you. Spurts of hot thick ropes of cum inside you that made you just relax, your muscles tired as you sunk into the bed. For the first time in weeks feeling fool satisfied.

Your husband let out heavy breaths as he stayed inside you, noticing how content you were there. You let out a hum as you moved a hand to rest over your bump with a sigh. You nodded your head as you looked up at him. “That… that was…”

“Fucking insane.” That made you giggle, causing you to tighten around his cock. He let out a hiss but loved the overstimulation of it all.

You giggled as you looked up at him with love brimming in your gaze, highly appreciating this. That did quickly change as you began to shuffle just a few seconds later, moving your hips as you slipped a hand past to fiddle with your clit. You bit your bottom lip as you clenched around his cock, looking up at him. “Do you mind Izu?” Your husband looked at you surprised at the question. “I can’t help it.”

He had just unlocked a monster that he wouldn’t be able to escape from till the moment your son was born. He wondered if he was brave enough to face it.

Considering that you had been walking around the home without panties for what could be more than a week…

He was more than willing to accept the challenge.

-Glitch1d

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Deku - Midoriya Izuku

TW: NSFW, dubcon, f!reader, asshole Hero Deku

Just thinking about Deku’s fangirl.

How lucky you felt when he took you home after you’d asked for his autograph in a bar – thinking about the expectations you had, how many times you’d imagined Hero Deku singing sweet praises in your ear as he made sweet love to you oh-so-softly – and thinking about how hard you choked on your spit when you understood just how far away those fantasies were from the truth as he fucks you like you’re shooting a hardcore porn-video.

His hand presses down hard on your face, mushing your head halfway into the white hotel pillow while his other hand fists the band of your skirt to keep you up in a pretty slope as he pounds your puffy cunt only in harsh slaps – hips clapping your ass as he uses your skirt to pull you back to meet the sharp thrusts as though you’re but a means to an end to make him cum.

Oh, but you’d been Deku’s number-one fan for years, and you’d been so giddy and excited as he’d paid for the hotel in the reception, feeling so lucky and honored, unable to fathom how any of it was even happening. Biting your lip with shy eyes blinking sheepishly, thinking of how sweet and gentle he would be in bed – so, so, so surprised when he had you pushed flat against the elevator wall with two of his fingers hooked on your tongue to make you yelp out a moan while his other hand found your cunt and squeezed the mound as though staking a claim.

You don’t really enjoy it when it’s rough – it scares you, to say the least – but this is the number-one hero, and you’re not so confident to protest when you feel you should be grateful that he’s at all touching you – even though it feels like he’s running your stomach through.

Looking over your shoulder, you can spot tattoos you’ve never seen on screen, the tribal kind that you’d expect to see only on gang members and otherwise other types of bad guys you’d not want touching you at all. He’s also wearing chains, the slim silver kind douchebags wear and compare. He’s even got fat rings on his fingers, digging into your skin where he pressures down on your face with his thumb hooked in your cheek to keep you singing mewls for him while he swings into you from behind harder and harder each time – grinning when watching how you grip the sheets in whitened knuckles as your whole body jumps on every impact.

He tips you over after a while, but missionary had never felt so threatening as he immediately locks your throat in a fist – his lips ghosting your parted ones with grunts and hot air, green eyes salaciously enjoying the show of you gasping for breath as he fucks the moans right out of you in harsh and deep strokes hitting you in new and tender places – forcing your toes to curl in the air, thighs hiked on his hips.

His other hand holds the top of your head, blunt nails push smilies into your scalp – and it all just smothers you enough to make you cry as his lips and teeth graze your cheek with a leer. “I like my sluts like this- submissive. Taking it like happy little whores in love with getting dick in their wet cunt.”

It’s not the type of sweet talk you wanted, but still, his low and gravely grunting voice forms a fist in your belly and makes you tighten on the fat shaft that has you speared. He groans at the tightness, biting your cheek as his hips stutter, shooting his load inside you without warning.

You’re in shock. Feeling the sweat between your bodies and the warmth of it inside you. You can only stare blankly up at the hotel ceiling fan and halfway wonder why you’d not thought better of it when he’d booked you into such a cheap and sleazy place.

You hear the popping of the Sharpie, but it doesn’t register. Nor does how he pushes the felt tip of it down in the softness of your tit. He scribbles something – cap held between his lips and teeth as he asks, “Wha’ was’h your name again?”

You mumble it dumbly without asking yourself why as he writes the letters on your skin. You don’t flinch when he pulls his phone from the nightstand and takes a picture with the flash on.

He doesn’t stay for long.

Actually, he doesn't stay at all. He doesn’t even shower before pulling his pants on and leaving with his shirt draped over his shoulder.

You look in the mirror after willing yourself to get up.

Your chest reads Deku, number 47, then your name.

tip-jar: Kofi

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tteokdoroki · 2 months

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Hi! I’d like to enter the Bumble Swipe Right Event! Izuku as my fave, my ideal gift would be a card and jewelry, and i wanna swipe spicy!

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — IZUKU MIDORIYA. swipe spicy: decorated.

about. boom, it’s a match! izuku loves to see you decorated in all of the riches he can afford. he especially loves the anklet that he got you, and the way it dangles when he makes you see stars ( 0.8K ).

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, characters aged up to 20s, established relationships, mating press, unprotected sex, orgasm control, pro hero deku, fem!reader.

・:〃⤥ bumble date, swipe right event ! ( closed )

izuku midoriya has always had an eye for jewellery, especially when it comes to you.

whenever he returns from missions, the number one hero is always sure to bring back an item of jewellery to make up for lost time. whether it be a beaded pearl necklace from a seaside town that he’d saved, or diamond earrings from an embassy member abroad. izuku never came back empty handed — even if it meant he had to buy you something. he liked seeing you decorated in the fruits of his success as one of japan’s ( and the world’s ) top heroes.

it’s like his own personal marking, a sign of his belonging to you, and you to him.

yet izuku could drape you in all the glitter and gold in the world and it still wouldn’t be enough to showcase how much he adores you. there aren’t enough riches in the world to spoil you with and… that’s okay. you seem perfectly content with what you have now, especially the anklet he’d gifted you for Valentine’s Day. the one with the little ‘I’ and ‘M’ charms you’d gotten with it.

the one that dangles above your head when izuku passionately pounds into you after returning from a particularly stressful mission abroad.

“g-god, i missed you s’much. missed this sweet little pussy. oh fuck!” forest green curls tickle at the underside of your chin from where izuku has nestled his head against your neck, his lips work shades of deep purples and midnight blue/ into the saltiness of your skin — teething and biting at its soft expanse until you’re decorated with a necklace of love bites. “you…oh angel…you get so tight when i fold you up like this,” he laments in satisfaction, feeling your sluice and sloppy sex ripple around his thick cock with every calculated thrust. “you must have really…really missed me.”

the pro hero uses the strength he’s built up over the ears to fuck into you properly — the force behind his hips sending you jolting up the bed. when he pulls away from the loving assault on your neck, a pinkish hue mingles with the galaxy of freckles dotted across deku’s face, cheeks pink from the exertion. his cockhead is in no better condition, bright red, angry and hot as it smears precum along your ravaged walls.

“m-missed you s’much izu, please!”

as a reward, he bullies you nice and open for him — heavy breeders balls clapping against the plush flesh of your ass so hard that your entire body shakes as a result. with all of izuku’s muscle and weight on top of you, you feel as though you can’t breathe — like he’s choking you out from the inside as he uses your creamy cunt to his hearts content. he keeps your knees pressed into your shoulders, ankles haphazardly thr

own over his broader ones which only spread you further.

the anklet he’d given you shakes under your sinful ministrations, catching in the low light of your bedroom while deku makes love to you on sex soiled sheets. “you look so…pretty when i ruin you like this, have you spread open like this,” he whispers lovingly, contrasting with the harsh manner in which his thick dick pumps in and out of your slick heat. “and this, watching it sway from how hard i’m fucking you…angel, all of it drives me insane.” izuku’s nose nudges it’s way up your calf, plump pink lips teasingly making their way up to the golden anklet dangling from your foot.

rhythmic thrusts soon because salacious grinds, izuku never relenting on how he deep he fucks into you. all you can do is lay there uselessly, taking cock, taking praise, taking love from midoriya as he puts his all into making you reach cloud nine. his thumb draws circles over your cute clit, his hooded evergreen eyes trained on the way your pussy pulsates and spurts little streams of juices around him. as though she’s laying her claim on his thick, shaft covered with spiralling blue veins.

opaque white paints izuku’s tummy, a crude mix of his precum and your sweet nectar smearing over his abdomen contracting as it contracts against your sex. “think i’m gonna cum,” you wail sweetly, keening into his touch as you look up at your pro hero boyfriend with big wet eyes. “please let me cum. please ‘zu, i’ll be good!”

izuku only tuts in response, kissing your ankle before he takes the chain of your anklet between the perfect rows of his pearly white teeth.

“you’ll cum when i say so, angel.” the green haired hero drawls softly, yet condescendingly. he makes extra effort in showing off his award winning smile with the chain in his mouth in order to distract you from the slight change in the way deku angles his hips — his bulbous and leaky cockhead never leaving your sticky g-spot. “and i’m far from done with you, tonight.”

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