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maliciouslove · 11 months

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𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟

NSFW, dark content, aged up characters (21+)

ʚ pairing ɞ scumbag villain!izuku midoriya x morally corrupt hero!reader

ʚ word count ɞ 2.7k

ʚ summary ɞ izuku grew up with all power taken from him, so he became the type of person that enjoys making others feel powerless. nothing feeds his ego more than a cute girl crumbling under his touch and feeling powerless to stop him from sliding his hands all over her body in the packed train. until he meets you—a peculiar, equally fucked in the head girl that actually enjoyed the things he was doing to her. enjoyed the thrill of almost being caught. enjoyed having power taken from her. a debauched, morally corrupt hero in disguise.

ʚ tags ɞ frotteurism (fetish for groping people in crowded places), tw dubcon, tw noncon, tw sexual assault, tw sexual harassment, tw exhibitionism, tw power imbalance, pussy job, public sex, creampie, cw degradation, use of “whore” once

Just like any other child, Izuku Midoriya grew up wanting to be a hero, however, despite his aspirations, the boy never manifested a quirk. Still, he never gave up and never lost hope—that is, until he failed the UA entrance exam and was brutally made fun of by everyone else.

“Look at this loser, thinking he could pass the exam without an actual quirk, what a joke.”

“Jokes are funny, this guy is absolutely pathetic. Go home kid, become a policeman or fireman instead, leave the hero work for those with quirks.”

“Maybe if you take a swan dive off a roof, you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life.”

Some heroes they were going to be.

And that was when his mind started getting corrupt. Izuku went down a different, darker path than the one he had envisioned as a child. He mixed with the wrong people and little by little he shed off his hero dream, discarding it alongside his morals, being perfectly content being a scumbag villain instead.

All power was stripped away from him once the world learned he was quirkless, so he sought ways to make others feel even more powerless than he did. Nothing stroked his ego more than making cute girls squirm and crumble under his touch in paralyzing fear, as his hands wandered over their bodies on a packed train. He enjoyed the way their eyes would shut tightly as if to avoid confronting the reality of their own powerlessness in the situation. The way their bodies stiffened the moment he leaned in closer to take a whiff of their perfume.

Why aren’t you saying anything, pretty girl? You have a quirk, don’t you? That already makes you more qualified than me to be a hero. So why are you letting me touch you? Why are you keeping your eyes shut? Why are you giving me so much power?

Every little squirm, every hitch of their breath, every shake of their hands, and the way they would hope somebody would notice—it made Izuku feel powerful.

Do you know why you’re weaker than even me, sweetheart? Because you’re waiting for someone else to save you, you’re waiting for a hero.

That’s how his days went by—hop on the train, find the weakest target, the insecure girls, the quiet ones, the ones whose eyes still sparkled with hope that a big strong hero will always be there to protect them. Once he found his victim, he moved in, ready to prove them wrong—show them how little heroes actually care. Towering over them, he would stare down their cleavage, letting his imagination run wild as his hands slide up the side of their hip. An accidental grind against their ass, a swift trace of his index finger down the inside of their thigh. His ministrations would make his targets shrink even further, the thrill of being found out feeding his power hunger further and making his cock painfully hard in the confinement of his slacks.

It became routine until he was able to pick out the perfect targets with a single glance, until he was able to predict what each girl would do and how everything would play out. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to find someone equally as debauched as him one day.

With your car being in the repair shop for the next week, you had started using public transport to get to work. That of course meant having to travel during peak hours, more often than not finding yourself pressed against strangers, sometimes absolute creeps, and yet some very dark and hidden part of you enjoyed that, the unwanted attention making you buzz with excitement.

And today was no different—you found yourself pushed in the very corner of the train car facing away from the other passengers. A large green-haired man stood right behind you, muscular arm holding onto the ceiling rail as his entire body loomed over your much smaller one.

The train was fully packed and everyone was minding their business— some sleeping, some listening to music, and others glued to their phones. Yet, the man behind you seemed to focus all his attention on you. You could feel his gaze travel down your nape, studying the curvature of your spine, eyes moving downwards to your ass and legs. It felt like prickles on your skin, like an invisible hand stripping you of all your clothes and the thought made you rub your thighs together.

The lack of space forced you both to stand very close to each other, the motions of the train pushing you into his chest every so often. You could tell he was using every opportunity to smell your hair, craning his neck downwards to also look down your shirt. You wonder if he could see what color your bra was, if he could see the lace poking out from under the collar of your shirt.

The train changed tracks again and you found yourself pressed against his chest once more. This time his large hand found purchase on your hip, thumb gently stroking the bit of skin that was showing above the hem of your skirt. In the reflection of the window, you see his green eyes staring into yours, full of lust and hunger. His aura threatening to consume you entirely and for a second, your body filling with fear, a heavy feeling settling in your chest.

You look away, quickly.

Your heart is hammering in your chest and you fear he can hear it, taste the blood that’s currently coursing through your veins.

The train shifts and you can feel his hard cock pressed against your ass, his fingers on your hip tightening their grip. Your body feels paralyzed under his touch.

But not by fear.

Excitement.

You let your body be swayed by the motion of the train, making sure to circle your ass back onto his cock, licking your lips and buzzing with pleasure when your skirt hitches on his bulge, lifting and revealing part of your panties. You take a swift look around to see if anyone is looking your way, but as usual, everyone is consumed in their own thoughts, too absorbed by their own miserable existence to notice anything else.

You’re dragged out of your momentary haze by his breath on your neck.

“What do you think you’re doing there, sweetheart, has your mommy not taught you any better?”

His voice is deep, feigning concern for you while his eyes ooze vile lust and need for control. His presence devours you, it feels like sludge covering you from head to toe, sliding down your throat and filling your lungs with dread, making you unable to talk, unable to even look him in the eye.

His hands move down your hips, hiking your skirt up even further, fingers tracing the delicate lace of your underwear. Your clit is throbbing with anticipation so perfectly masked as fear. For Izuku, your heightened pulse meant paralyzing fear, but only you knew the truth about how this made your blood boil in excitement. How much you wanted him to slide his hands between your legs, to fucking take you right then and there, amidst the people that could see the pleasure blooming on your face any second now.

You faintly hear the unzipping of his slacks and feel the warmth of his cock on your bare skin—it’s thick and heavy against your ass cheek, smearing pre on your skin and panties. You’re feeling dizzy, body going limp in his strong arms as his hand sneaks around your waist and cups your pussy under the frills of your skirt.

For a brief moment, his movements pause as his mind processes what he’s feeling—you’re soaking wet, panties completely drenched, arousal practically dripping down your thighs. He was used to women’s bodies reluctantly reacting to him, but this was rather different. His eyes dart forward, inspecting your features more closely now—your heart was erratic, but not because of crippling fear. He leans in, noticing how blown your pupils are, consuming all the color in your eyes. Lips parted and chest heaving, he finally finds the piece of the puzzle that seemed to be missing, the explanation behind the odd feeling of being unable to predict what his prey will do next—your eyes had the same fragmented madness behind them.

You were just as sick as he was.

Without a second of hesitation, the hand that’s cupping your sex moves your panties to the side, thick and calloused fingers running through your wet folds, spreading your arousal and circling around your clit with tender motions.

A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it—your skin is on fire and your insides are melting under this stranger's touch. You close your eyes in an attempt to compose yourself while the hand on your hip travels up your sides to squeeze your breast, teasing your nipples over the fabric. The green-haired man’s breath is almost as erratic as yours, his hard and leaking cock evidence of how turned on he was by your compliance, by the fact you were actually enjoying being used like this in public.

His cock now rubs between your thighs, his hot skin meeting your sticky one, and your insides beginning to knot just by the thought. You’re letting a complete stranger get off on you. You secretly hope that someone else on the train has noticed and is maybe even enjoying the show.

Your insides are aching for relief so you push yourself against his cock, the mushroom tip spreading and gliding between your folds, clit rubbing against the veins on his shaft.

Holding yourself with one hand by the ceiling rail and slightly lifting yourself onto your tiptoes, feeling the tip of his cock pushing against your entrance. Biting your lip you sink back onto his cock, taking two inches past your entrance, grazing your soft walls. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes you experience every sensation trifold, makes you want to shamelessly grind against him and moan in ecstasy, but you are in public, therefore you compose yourself and relish in the slow feeling of being filled up by this man.

Izuku’s hand grips your waist harder, fucking himself into your tight, greedy cunt, feeling himself being sucked in by your plush walls. You are practically dripping onto his cock, the natural lubrication allowing him to smoothly fully sheathe himself inside you, putting his other hand over your mouth to prevent to moan that was about to escape your lips.

He holds you there, flush against him, the tip of his cock pressing against the deepest, most delicious spot inside you, subtle hip movements rocking you back and forth, the slow motion allowing him to massage that sweet spot he currently finds himself pressed against.

His eyes briefly scan the train cart, confirming that every passenger is still oblivious to what’s going on, continuing to push you off his thick cock, only to slide back in, softly, as though not to make a sound.

He’s big in every sense. His large frame hiding you from any onlookers, big hands easily maneuvering you onto his fat cock, splitting you open and pushing through the resistance of your tight hole. Your body jolts as he stretches you out almost painfully, but every time he thrusts inside you, you see stars in your vision from how deep he was.

You feel snug and warm around Izuku’s cock and he could stay buried inside you forever. He’s never met anyone this fucked up who would let him use them for his own pleasure. In a fully packed train nonetheless. You were sick and twisted just like Izuku, making him relish in the feeling, sensing that you’re not going to cause a scene and opting to let go of your waist in favor of sliding his hand down the front of your pelvis and playing with your puffy clit.

The moment he started drawing soft circles around your sensitive nub he felt your knees give in and your insides clench. God, you were going to come undone for him.

He watches your eyebrows pinch together as you bite your lip, slowly increasing the pace of his thrusts. You look so pretty, trying to keep your pleasure hidden, but shamelessly moving your hips to match his own.

For the first time during this train ride, you look into his eyes and maintain eye contact instead of shyly breaking it off. There is pure sin set ablaze in your eyes, a lustful need, a burning desire that he feels he needs to quench. Just your eyes alone could make Izuku cum on the spot, seductive and debauched, deprived and full of the same madness as his own.

Your eyes beg him, so he obeys.

With one final, rather harsh thrust Izuku buries himself to the hilt, emptying his load deep inside your gummy walls, spurting thick white ropes of cum while nuzzling his face in your neck—committing your scent to memory.

The train slows down as it approaches the next stop and the strange man gently pulls out. Your hands quickly fix your panties and skirt, hiding any evidence of his ministrations. His load slowly trickles down, soiling your panties, and yet the feeling brings you nothing but joy, as if you were currently on cloud nine.

The train comes to a halt, an alarm signaling the opening of the doors blares out.

The mass of people began leaving the train, the tall green-haired man seamlessly blending into the crowd and disappearing.

Avoiding eye contact and swiftly walking past clusters of people, Izuku was assured he was out of danger, turning around the corne—

“Where do you think you’re going, handsome?” You cut off his path and look into his eyes, a smile that didn’t reach your eyes plastered on your lips. “I’m not quite done with you yet.”

“Aw, I don’t think anyone’s ever come for seconds before.” Izuku places his hands in his pockets, giving you a smug smile and shamelessly tracing every curve of your body with his eyes, imagining what you look like without all those pesky clothes on.

“Aw, you know, you’re kinda cute, Izuku Midoriya,” The green-haired man's smile faltered. From the inside pocket of your jacket you pull out a card that he immediately recognizes. A card he was destined to never ever obtain. “Too bad I’m gonna have to arrest you.”

Before his mind could assimilate, you had easily pushed him against the wall with his hands behind his back, placing handcuffs on his wrists.

“Y-You can’t arrest me, you whore, you literally let me fuck you, what kind of hero are you?” He spits out in shock, words laced with venom, growling in attempting to shake you off, even though panic rises in his throat like bile. “You’re no fucking hero, you’re just like me.”

“Mm, I probably am… but see, I have a quirk so I can get away with being a morally corrupt hero.” The words spoken in a sickly sweet voice rang in his ears, deafening, despite being whispered, meant only for his ears to hear.

Izuku opens his mouth to argue, to threaten to expose you, but you shush him with an index finger over his lips.

“Don’t bother, who do you think they are going to believe? A pro-hero with a quirk and a squeaky clean record, or a quirkless scumbag that we have hundreds of reports on for sexual harassment and assault?”

With no affection or remorse you yank him by the hair and lick the shell of his ear.

“I had fun, Izuku. Find me when you get out of jail.” You place a final feather light kiss to his cheek and lead him through the crowds to bring him into the nearest precinct.

No man would ever make you feel as alive and exhilarated as he did, the memory of what you did being something you often revisit when you get yourself off late into the night after patrol, thinking of his villainous green eyes, while your words would haunt Izuku and play on a loop each night as he plotted ways to find you once he had served his time.

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gglitch1dd · 1 year

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Adrenaline Lust

Villain Midoriya Izuku x AFAB Reader

Based off of THIS POST/REQUEST I got for villain Deku.

Villain Deku and you have just escaped the police and heroes but not without having to drop bodies on the way. But as you try to catch your breath, your darling lover can't get his eyes off of you.

Note: TW:blood, mentions of murder and death of heroes, no explicit description of killing, NSFW, SMUT. Reader is AFAB. Pretty sure Izuku has a blood kink. Basically Izuku getting horny over Reader fighting with him.

You had just gotten away from the police and heroes. You checked outside the apartment you were in, the door locked and the windows shut with the curtains drawn. You were on edge since you had escaped from the heroes. They were high and right on your trail. You had no idea how you both managed to escape or how you got found out initially. It was supposed to be a simple mission. Go in, get information off the computer and get out. Yet here the both of you were. You assumed Midoriya and you had been betrayed, which seemed like the most obvious choice.

Midoriya was on the couch as he caught his breath. He had a huge battle with Dynamight, the two of them always going neck to neck against each other. It was exhausting but exhilarating. It always left his heart beating out of his chest and him wanting more. It made him feel like his blood was pumping and it was. With adrenaline going through his veins he felt the same chilling rush he felt through his deeds.

His men would be here soon to collect you and no doubt the heroes went some other way by now. It was all just a matter of time by waiting.

You sighed seeing that everything was clear, the both of you were fine and nothing was to worry about. You didn’t know who’s apartment this was, by the looks of it, it was a show apartment so it had nothing in it at the moment other than the few basic furniture and the lights on. Midoriya watched you with his dark eyes, watching your every move intensely. The blood splattered on your body from the heroes you had to get through had stained your clothes and dotted your skin. You never hesitated when it came to the both of your safety. You never hesitated when it came to him. He couldn’t get the image out of his head. The image of you using your quirk to fend them off, a gun in your dominant hand as you had the same look in his eyes that showed how little you cared about spilling the blood of heroes that falsely claimed themselves for justice.

Just the thought of you, the memory of you, the visual of you behind his eyes made his cock start to stir in his pants. He closed his eyes for a moment trying not to think about it but you were just too delicious, too perfect for him not to think about it.

At the sight of him moving, you turned your attention back to him. You walked over to him worriedly. You crouched down in front of him, a hand on him as you looked over the cuts and bloody spot on him. “You alright, Izuku?” You asked as you continued to make sure he was okay.

Midoriya watched you without much of a word. Even when worrying about him, after taken hero lives and being the crazed villain he knew you to be. You still cared for him. You still looked at him with those eyes of yours that he fell in love with. He stood up with a sigh, his head down low.

“Izuku ar-”

His lips were on yours before you could even speak a full sentence. You let out a hum in surprise, before softening your shoulders and letting him kiss you. Midoriya let out a stuttered breath. Oh God, he loved the taste of you on his lips and he wanted more. He wrapped his arms around you as he pushed you against the opposite wall in urgency, lifting you up so that your legs were wrapped around him. His lips dancing against yours as his hands groped at your body. You gasped at the urgency in his actions as he moved his lips to your neck with a bite.

You groaned out into the air. “Izuku…” You let out with a gasp. He groaned as he rutted against you, his mouth moving down to your neck and your shoulder. His hands gripped your shirt and ripped it open with little to no thought on consequences. He was aching for you. He needed you and just the taste of the slight sweat against your skin and just the smell of you was making him go feral. He slipped his shirt off before, biting down on the space between your neck and shoulder. You cried out with a yelp as his other hand had already found itself in your underwear.

“I’m… I’m so sorry for the rush, dumpling.” He murmured against your skin. You whimpered at the feeling of one of fingers entering you without warning. He grinned as he kept his head in the crook of your neck, his canines shining with a hint of red from your neck. “I can’t help it when you look so delicious.” He whispered with a slight growl at the ends.

You wrapped your arms around him as you were pudding in his hands. His thick fingers making work of stretching you out and spreading you across his fingers. You let him do as he pleased, submitting your body to his wondering hands, curling fingers, and cruel bites that left you crying out for more. The pain he caused brought pleasure with it, leaving you gasping for more.

Midoriya was aching for you. His mind only focusing on the fact that his pants were way too tight and your sex wasn’t wrapped around his cock yet. You were quivering on his fingers, your sex gripping his fingers in a vice grip as he tried to stretch you out, out of mercy for you. However, he was only so patient and with the way you were looking at him, so needy so breathless, crying out his name like he was so much greater than you, he couldn’t stop himself.

He had you pinned against the wall with one hand holding you up, the other undid his belt. You didn’t have to wait long with his fingers removed from inside you before you felt the tip of his cock pushing through. You gasped with a whine as he pushed himself in, slowly. The only slow moment of this whole exchange.

You closed your eyes as you leaned back against the wall, enjoying the feeling of him stretching you out. Midoriya was biting his bottom lip, already pussy drunk off of you. You felt so damn good around him, it felt like he was being blessed by some sort of higher power because there was no way that you were all his. You both let out a breath the moment he was inside of you. You both took a moment, enjoying the feeling before Midoriya moved your head up to look at him. He gently kissed your lips, something precious and intimate he wanted to communicate to you. You smiled.

No matter how needy he was, he always made sure to show how he truly cared about you.

Which was great because he started to pound into you like he hated you. You loved when he was like this, borderline crazy for you. When blood was pumping through his veins, electricity sparked around his body and moans spilled from his lips as he praised you for doing so well at being his pretty little cocksleeve. Your nails scrapped down his back as you cried out into the air, mewling at how well he always pleasured you. How he could always use when well aimed thrust, a good bite and his fingers finding their way to your clit to make you scream for more. He just knew your body that well.

And who could blame him.

When you nearly sacrificed your life for him every day, he had to reward you.

-Glitch1d

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animensfw-smut · 2 years

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Dom! Villain! Deku x Civilian! Little sister! Reader

This was requested by @annachiara15

Can I please have an incest between a dominant villain deku and the little sister who is a civillian, where he captures and then make her his. Also the sister is innocent and a virgin. And she is scared of him.

Of course! Thanks for requesting!

INCEST: DON’T LIKE THEN DON’T READ AND DON’T COMMENT.

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, noncon/dubcon, incest, manipulation, oral, dry humping, overstimulation (mentioned), slight mentions of dacryphilia, breeding kink.

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*Second pov*

“Shh, it’s alright...” Gloved hands covered your mouth, and you would have been at ease with the familiar smile of your brother if only you weren’t in this situation. Your sobs and sniffles made your whole body tremble.

You had just woken up from being knocked out in an alleyway. It was your own fault for not noticing since you were so worried as to where your brother had disappeared to for the past few days.

“N-Nii-san... Wh-What am I d-doing here?” It was dark, and the room was filled with nothing apart from the chair you were currently sat on. His fingers caressed your cheek, tilting your head to slot his lips against yours. The sensation was so strange to you, you backed away, afraid of what was happening. He doesn’t let you go. His hand presses against the back of your head, pressing your lips to his as he shoved his tongue down your throat. New tears welled up in your eyes. You didn’t know what was going on, you couldn’t even move because of the ropes binding you to the chair. You let out muffled noises of protest before he moved away, a satisfied smirk gracing Izuku’s features, a trail of saliva connecting your lips together.

“Such a good imouto... Let nii-san do whatever he wants with you, okay?” You shook your head, trying to move away from him.

“Y-You’re not nii-san...!” His eyes widened with fake hurt as he pouted,

“Oh, but how can I not be?”

“Nii-san d-doesn’t do weird things like you!” He started to kiss down your neck, sucking on the supple flesh, whispering,

“But imouto, this is how we’re meant to show love~” Your brows furrowed,

“S-Show love? Y-You do this to... Show love...” Izuku smirked; he knew how easy it was for him to persuade you. His teeth grazed your skin, nibbling on the hickey he created. Izuku’s thumb pressed down on your bottom lip, rubbing it gently,

“Yes, imouto. Will you show your dear nii-san how much you love him?” Hesitantly, you nodded, already forgetting the ropes restricting your movements. You missed Izuku so much that nothing else mattered in the moment. Something like triumph passed over his gaze as he removed the shorts you had on, leaving them hanging around your ankles.

Izuku widened your legs, his expression filled with lust and desire; he could finally make you his. His tongue stuck out, licking up your cunt through the underwear. You shivered, trying to close your legs,

“N-Nii-san... It’s... Y-You can’t lick there...!” He was amused by how innocent you were, moving the fabric to the aside before dipping his tongue into your opening. Without even knowing, your pussy was drenched with juices, a squelching sound made each time Izuku thrusted his tongue into your cunt.

Your eyes closed, the sensation was too much for you to handle. Involuntarily, your hips rolled to meet with the thrusts of his tongue. Your mind was blank, only focused on the way his tongue filled you up; massaging your insides and pressing against your walls. You couldn’t help the noises coming from your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Izuku inserted a finger into your cunt, his thumb rubbing and pressing on your clit.

“N-No... T-Too much...!” Your fingers gripped the rope binding your body, your toes curling as something unraveled itself in your stomach. Frozen in shock and embarrassment, you looked towards Izuku who looked like he was covered in your piss.

“I-I’m sorry, nii-san...!” Izuku gave you a fond smile, enjoying how cute you were. Did you seriously think you pissed on him?

“It’s alright, imouto. Look, it’s not what you think it is. It’s something called cum.” He licked his lips, the sight somehow making your walls clench around nothing. Izuku noticed, his excitement showing in the way his cock throbbed in his pants,

“Liked that, did you?” His fingers undid the ropes binding you, your form collapsing as your body acknowledged you had just experienced your very first orgasm. Izuku caught you in his arms bridal-style, leaving the room behind as he walked to his own room.

His foot closed the door behind him as he placed you on his bed, his mouth immediately finding yours. Your small moans were swallowed by his lips as his bulge rubbed against your naked cunt. The feeling sent pleasurable shivers all over your body making your legs wrap around his waist.

“I-It feels g-good...” You mumbled out as your pressed him closer to you. His humping drove you crazy, the friction making moans slip out of your mouth.

“Do you want to feel even better, my dear imouto?” He whispered near your ear, licking the lobe. Your mind was only filled with the pleasure he gave you, craving for it even more. You nodded, breathless, as your hips tried to match the pace that Izuku set. A grin stretched across his face as he slowly moved away from you; a string of your arousal connecting to his damp trousers, a black spot forming where he had just thrusted into you.

“Look at how wet you are~ This is how much you love your nii-san, right?”

“Y-Yes...! Love you, nii-san!” He chuckled at your cuteness, removing your shirt before dragging his pants down to reveal his throbbing cock. He stroked himself, watching at the sight before him: your needy expression, begging to be filled by your dear older brother. Hah, it almost made him cum on the spot.

His fingers dug into your plush thighs, lining his cock with your entrance. Your arms looped around his neck, your legs wrapping around his waist once again. Slowly, he entered you, the stretch making you whimper, your nails digging into his back.

“N-Nii-san... It h-hurts...!” He shushed you, claiming your lips once again to divert your attention. His tongue stroked yours, diving deep into your mouth. A low groan escaped his throat when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes. How could you look so pretty even when you’re crying?

He stilled for a bit, letting you get used to his size. He didn’t want to hurt you, you were his precious imouto after all. Once your breathing had calmed, he started to thrust inside you, filling you to the brim, only to leave you feeling empty right after.

Your thoughts were hazy, consumed by the pleasure of Izuku being buried deep inside of you. The way your ankles made him not able to fully pull away from you drove Izuku crazy. He loved the way you unconsciously wanted him to be as physically near you as possible.

His cock dragged along your walls, the tip hitting your cervix each time he decided to fill you up to the brim. The apparent veins on his cock stroked your g-spot each time, making your toes curl and your walls squeeze around him. Groans and moans constantly filled the room. Izuku’s thumb toyed with your clit, putting pressure and rubbing circles to make you clench even tighter around his cock.

“Your moans are the best, imouto~ Only nii-san can make you feel this good, yeah?” His tongue licked down the valley of your breasts, his lips sucking on your nipple after.

“O-Only nii-san!” Your body moved up his bed with every thrust, every part of your body tangled with his. You let out an especially loud moan, releasing your cum, and coating his cock with your warm fluid.

“Nngh... So warm...” He revelled in the sensation, pouring his cum into you. He continued fucking you, his cum entering the deepest parts of you,

“Gonna fill you up with my babies, yeah? Show you how much nii-san loves you, you like that?” Your mind couldn’t register what he was saying, only nodding as he continued to abuse your overstimulated cunt. You felt warm inside as he continued to fuck you with his cock.

He flipped you onto your side, grabbing one of your legs and putting it over your shoulder. You could feel him penetrating you again, this position allowing him to enter at a deeper angle.

“Fuck~ You feel so good wrapped around me~” He couldn’t stop moving his hips. Once he had a taste of you, he could never have enough.

Position after position, he cummed inside you, the cum overflowing and spilling out onto his sheets.

“N-No more... N-Nii-san...!” You cried out, feeling full from the cum he spilled inside you. He pushed your knees towards your head, his face coming closer to yours as his cock continued to pound into your dripping and messy cunt.

“But don’t you love your nii-san?” His pout made you whimper,

“I do...!”

“Good, then let’s continue.”

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A/N

I hope you all liked this! Sorry for not uploading for over a month! I just didn’t want to write lol because I was being lazy.

Anyway, thank you for everyone’s support!

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imagination-mess · 1 year

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Villain Deku X Fem!Reader

*Implied sexual activities*

The thought of Midoriya is realizing how hard he has fallen for you despite being the one who make the rule of no-strings-attached on having sex years ago, It doesn’t help that his son sees you as his mother, but aren't blood-related. It pulls his cold-blooded heartstrings at seeing the sight.

Tsukaka always follows you around like a duckling whenever he wasn't at the base since a toddler.

Even though, you were a terrifying person could be evil like them. You were fairly patient with his son who would ramble off about his interest. A habit that the boy has gotten from him knows could be irritating to others. Surprisingly, you listen and ask him questions about what he had said, showing you were listening to him.

Tsukasa loves you so much that he asked for his 8th birthday. A gift that wasn’t for him, but for you. A quirk that will prevent you from dying. He knows the reason why because there was an incident that could have killed you. You took a blow for Midoriya when he was beyond exhausted and claimed “Tsukasa still needs his father.” behind your actions. You are risking your life for him.

You love him as much as his son does. More often than not, if Tsukasa wasn't in trouble, he was with you regardless of what you are doing.

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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⊹˚.⋆ SHOPPING HEADCANONS - MY HERO ACADEMIA

୭ flora's notes : this wasn't planned but I'm on vacation and izuku owns my heart, I couldn't stop thinking about him when I bought clothes 😔✋🏼

୭ female reader/ male reader and gn reader friendly 💓

m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed !

⊹˚.⋆ IZUKU MIDORIYA

℘. he insists on tagging along with you on your shopping trips. he just loves to feel useful and wants to give his opinion on what you try on !

℘. and he's honest too ! if something looks bad on you he will nicely tell you : "I think this doesn't flatter your body well enough", "you should try another colour baby ! I've seen you wear this one before and you looked stunning/handsome !"

℘. and if one of your clothes fits you well expect a SHOWER of compliments "Y/N THAT'S THE ONE, this looks so good on you and the colour definitely lightens up your face. YOU LOOK SO CUTE oh my god" and he would be a blushing mess🥰

℘. learns about your colorimetria so he can pick clothes for you to try on or as gifts !

⊹˚.⋆ KATSUKI BAKUGO

℘. you have to DRAG him to the shopping centre because he hates being around a lot of people. he says they are impolite, careless and disrespectful and he would throw a tantrum if one dares slightly push him to get to a display.

℘. is grumpy the whole time : "hurry up goddamn it, you take 3 hours to undress I'd better get in there and remove your clothes myself", "tf is that granny outfit, who in their right mind would sell that", "this colour makes you look like you're gonna throw up your guts dumbass, get rid of it"

℘. when something suits you, he will very discretely smile and his eyes will sparkle,

"looks good i guess, take it"

"you sure, you don't seem convinced katsu ?"

"MOTHERFUCKING TAKE IT"

⊹˚.⋆ SHOTO TODOROKI

℘. "sho, you're not supposed to come in the fitting room while i change !"

"oh, I'm sorry y/n i thought it was okay since i already saw you naked"

"SHO- I mean technically you're right but you could AT LEAST close the curtain, I wouldn't want everyone to see my underwear"

℘. yeah shoto opens the curtain WIDE instead of asking if you're dressed or not. to him, the world stops when you two are together and he only sees you. so of course he wouldn't notice the 20 other people around you in the fitting area, who can now see your fully exposed body

℘. shoto apologizes and is even more of a blushing mess than izuku at this point AND he pays for your stuff (rich bf shoto💥💳💥💳💥)

℘. he is whipped and biased, he thinks everything looks good on you so he isn't of much help but he is a huge support and compliments you a lot♡

℘. ... you'd have to call Mina to actually get advice though -

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1-800-c3dr1c · 2 years

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this is a request from one of my best friends, @erikspartnerincrime !

PROMPT : villain! izuku takes interest in the reader after finding out they're new to the scene — things escalate with the interrogating and soon izuku finds himself more intrigued with the new hero than he should be.

“Shit,” you cursed, looking over your shoulder. “I can’t let those villains escape!” Quickly rushing over to the scene, you paused .. They were already gone! But how .. you could’ve sworn that-

“Boo.” a sarcastic voice spoke, and you spun around with wide eyes. Izuku Midoriya, more commonly known by the villain alias Deku, was right in front of you.

“You.” you spoke the simple word, venom in your voice.

“You’re new, aren’t you? Either that, or you haven’t been sent on a mission to try and capture me yet. How fun!” the male chuckled darkly. “This will be quite fun, don’t you think?” he suddenly tilted his head. “Oh! I completely forgot to introduce myself..I’m Izuku Midoriya. Although you probably knew that,” he smiled, flashing his teeth.

“Fuck you.” you grumbled, activating your Quirk to try and finally attack the villain. However, before you could even move you had lost sight of him. You cursed under your breath, irritated with both Izuku and yourself for letting him get away.

“Finally!” You spat out. You had been chasing Izuku Midoriya for quite awhile, never getting a chance to use your Quirk as you chased him. Izuku had finally stopped in his tracks, although something seemed off.

“You’ve finally caught me, darling.” he winked. “Come on, come closer,” he cooed.

You narrowed your eyes. “Hell no. Don’t you dare call me darling, either.” you huffed.

“Smart..” he chuckled.

“I’m not a hero for nothing, Midoriya. Stop testing my fucking patience.” you cursed.

“Ooh, you’re feisty! How cute.” he smiled at you before he extended a hand to you. Not realizing how close you had accidentally stepped near the villain, he ended up wrapping his arm around you and looking you in the eye.

“What- hey! Let me go!” you yelled at him.

However, he simply chose not to reply to you. “Answer me this, darling. What are your plans?” he had asked you this every single damn time you were sent on a mission to capture him.

Despite this, you never answered and he never pressed further. The only thing different about this .. was the position you two were in. As you had busied yourself with your thoughts of confusion, Izuku had taken the chance to tie your hands.

Once you had finally snapped out of your thoughts, you stared at Izuku with wide eyes at the realization of what he had done to you. “..You..you did not.” you stammered out.

“Oh, but I did, darling. You’re mine, now.” he smiled at you. A dark smile, an evil smile. One that showed you that there was no way you could escape this.

On a rooftop, this looked as if some couple was hugging in the distance if you couldn’t see either person directly. However, nobody was out regardless .. so that didn’t matter. He chuckled at you, flipping you so that you faced with your back to him. You looked behind your shoulder to look at him, trying and failing to break the ropes he had tied your hands with. You didn’t know how you’d be able to get the hell out of here without no arms or hands usable, and you probably couldn’t simply land on your feet if you kicked him and jumped off of the rooftop..

He hummed softly, shaking his head as he pulled out a knife. He began tearing your uniform off of you despite the protests you made against him doing so, and you huffed in annoyance. Shit, sure you did end up developing an interest in him..but you wouldn’t let him know that so easily.

“Asshole.” you spat, struggling against the ropes he had tied you with still.

“Don’t lie to me, you’ve wanted this for quite awhile. Just as I have.” he chuckled, beginning to tease you. You groaned out, shaking your head in defiance.

“Shut up, I don’t want this at all..” you mumbled, although both of you knew it was a lie.

So .. here you two were. Izuku Midoriya thrusting into you, your hands still tied as he fucked you. You whimpered out, desperately begging for permission to touch him. Every time you did so, he continued to deny you. You cried and begged, pushing yourself onto his dick. “Master!” you whined out. “Please, let me..let me touch you! Let me make you feel good..like you’re making me feel good..” you begged him, eyes wide with dilated pupils.

“Sorry, darling..but this is for you only~” he cooed, thrusting into you faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you yelled out, tears rolling down your cheeks as you felt overwhelmed with pleasure. You were so overstimulated. You had already cum three times .. how had he not cum himself yet? Just as you asked yourself this question, he leaned over your shoulder to whisper to you.

“Darling, I’m close. Why don’t you cum with me, hey? Cum with me, darling.” he spoke softly, and you couldn’t help but obey his command. Once he had begun cumming, you immediately followed without absolutely no hesitation.

After a few moments, he sighed deeply and pulled out of you. “Shit.” he chuckled. “You look pretty hot, hey? Can’t let anyone see you like that though..so here.” he hummed, taking off his jacket and handing it to you. “Just until you get back to your house,” he winked at you.

“Shut up, Izuku.” you huffed, crossing your arms after you had put on the jacket to cover up. However, a small smile graced your lips. What an unexpected turn this had been in the end.

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msfantasy-anime · 11 months

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Something Stupid

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Summary: Deku is in love with a villainess and says something stupid

Warning: Aged up, Deku is an adult hero, Smut, Minors DNI, profanities, manipulative, BJ, face riding, domination, sub Deku, squirting, dumbification

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Cat and mouse is how you’d describe your relationship with Deku.

You would commit a crime.

He would chase you.

You would escape.

At first you hated him. That green freckled do-gooder always getting in the way of your next pay day. Ever since Deku stepped in, your burglary success has gone down quite dramatically.

You’re not quite sure when it happened, but one day you started to look forward to seeing that irritating crystal green eyes stare back at you with that intense ferocity he always did.

The way his muscles clenched around your form when he tried to pin you down.

The positions he’d put you in to stop squirming out of his grasp.

The commands he’d call would make you melt ever so slightly.

Your not quite sure when it happened. All you know is that one day you wanted to be trapped under those muscular arms, pinned into an impossible position as he make commands whilst pounding into your tight little hole.

There was something just oh so delicious about it all.

Corrupting the international hero everyone loved.

What would they think of their precious Deku sweating and whimpering under the devious villain as she milks him of all his essence?

These are the dirty thoughts that plague your mind regularly.

But atlas this is just a mere fantasy.

Deku would never sink to that level.

You will always remain at arms length… or so you thought.

It was just like every other night, you had stolen a precious relic and here is god-damn-Deku to save the god-damn-day.

This night you were really hoping not to see him.

You were holding The Koh-i-Noor, the maharaja had secretly commissioned you to steal the diamond from the English Sovereignty Exhibit which is hosted in Japan. This isn’t just some random pay-day, this is a middle finger directly to the English monarch and there was no way Deku is going to ruin this heist for you.

“I’ll give you one chance to return the diamond, do it now, or I won’t go easy on you.” Deku exclaims as electricity whips off his form. A playful gasp escapes your lips at his threat.

“Oh silly Deku, I’ll never want you to go easy on me. I’ll always want you to take me the hard way~” You coo as you dash across the roof onto the next.

“Must you flirt with every hero? I’m being serious, you’ve gone too far this time.” His teeth clench making his jawline taut in that way that makes you swoon inside.

“Now, now, don’t be jealous. My flirtatious are reserved for yours truely.” You turn around and flash him a cheeky smile and avoid his narrow kick into your frame. “Why would I flirt with anyone else? Your the only one I want to be pretzeled under your heavenly thighs.”

Making a mad dash for the staircase you make haste for the fire exit only to be pushed down onto the concrete below your feet. You splay flat across the floor as you take the impact of your fall, quickly kneeing into the ground ready to take off at a mad speed again, only for Deku to grab your head and push it back down.

You hold your arm out-stretched placing the diamond as far away from Dekus’ reach, back arching, hips high in the air. You feel Deku press his hand down onto your neck from behind to prevent your escape. His fingers stretched out the the relic you are holding onto in sheer desperation. You lock your legs around Deku and push your hips back into him to create some distance from the relic.

Deku groans as your ass slides across his crotch, his fingers quickly fleeting to wrap tightly around your hips and he unconsciously pulls your hips harshly back into his crotch once again.

A sudden blush shoots across your face.

Utter shock shrouds you as you finally feel and hear Dekus’ arousal.

More than that, he actually grabbed your hips and pressed it into his bludge for a second feel.

A sly grin spreads across your face as you lean over and look over your shoulder to see an very pink and embarrassed Deku pulling away from you.

“Oh god, oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” Panic fills him as he crumbles at his pathetic actions. “I can’t believe I just did that! Im so sorry!”

He falls back on his butt as you slowly rise onto your hands and knees, slowly crawling towards him like a hungry jaguar. “Oh Deku, you naughty boy!” Your laughter was teasing. Crawling between his legs, you begin to straddle him and continue your teasing taunts. “I can’t believe our precious hero just pressed his fat bulge into a villains ass, what would your fans think?” He began to whimper at your words as you began to slowly rut against his hips.

“I-I- d-didn’t mean too!”

You smile a the pitiful display beneath you. Deku looking incredibly pitiful as his hands wrap around your hips once again to add extra friction to your rutting. He begs for forgiveness whilst he is still whimpering and pressing his harden bulge against you. “My precious Deku, why are you lowering yourself to rubbing up against a villain? Are you not taking care of your needs properly?” He gives a shameful nod as he diverts his gave downwards. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’ll happily take care of you, just sit back and relax.”

Sliding off his lap you free his member from his suit, cupping his balls you rub them expertly in your hands, earning you an explicit moan. “Oh my, I didn’t realise how severe this case would be. You poor thing.” You wrap your hand around his raging boner and begin to slowly stroke him as you lock your eyes onto him. Placing his tip to your lips you give the smallest of licks. Deku rolls his head back and groans at the sensation. “I want you to look me in my eyes when I suck your cock for the first time.” He rolls his head back and looks at you.

Mouth widening, your mouth sinks on his veiny boner earning your Dekus s’ precious whimpers. Nose touching you pull your mouth back as Deku throws his head back once against, clutching the back of your neck, continuing to guide yourself along his shaft.

This was fun.

Your imagination could not have prepared you for the delicious sight before you. Your precious hero, clutching desperately at your hair, his face turning an impossible pink. His teeth gritting in desperation as you suck away at his weeping cock.

“Please- haft cum.” You nod and hum in agreement. Deku moans at the sight, his chest heaving heavy breathes. His muscles clench under the pleasure of it all as he releases his load down your throat. Swallowing eagerly you lick his tip collecting the final bead of cum adorning his shaft.

“You make me feel so hot, I’ve always dreamt of riding that gorgeous face of yours, do you mind?” Delirious from his unloading, he slides onto his back, waving for you to join.

Freeing your self from your confines you lower yourself slowly to Deku. He grabs your meaty thighs in haste and slams you into his mouth. Rolling your body down into his mouth you lull your head back at the sensation. His slimy tongue encircling your swollen clit, he sucks and nips at your box as you continue to ride his face. A warm sensation spreads across your thighs and crawls slowly up your abdomen.

“Deku your tongue feels so fucking good!” You praise, pressing your hips into his mouth. “Too fucking good!” You moan as a coil tightens in your tummy. Your so close to the edge. “Lemme ride your dick, I wanna ride your dick.” You whine as your squirm on top of his tongue. His fingers press bruises into your thighs, locking your pussy onto his face. “Mh-!” The coil in your stomach snaps releasing heat across your body.

Shuddering, Deku pulls his mouth away from your box and flips you onto your back. He grabs your ankles and drags your form to line himself up. He presses his tip to your slit and slides it along your sopping core. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asks.

It was funny.

Too funny to hear the dirty words ‘fuck’ falling from his mouth and it was too funny that he’d had asked such a stupid question. A heavy laughter erupts from your lips at the absurdity of his words.

“Yes Deku. Incase you didn’t notice, I’m absolutely wet for you.” That’s all he needed to hear. Slamming his fat shaft down your tight slit. You choke on a moan as he bottoms your tight hole.

“S-s-so good.” He exclaims as he continues to pound into your weeping hole.

This scene was filthy.

You laying on your back as Japans number one hero holds you by your ankles, slamming his hard cock mercilessly into your sweet gummy cunt.

The cacophony of moans and groans that escape each other as you rut mindlessly into into one another, searching desperately for your highs. Using each other unapologetically.

Deku presses the back of your thighs into your torso as he begins to slam into you. The new angle pressing his thick dick into that sweet sponge spot. “Oh fuck Deku- your cock feels so fucking good, mh gonna fucking cum on you. Mh gonna cum.” You whimper as his tip rubs desperately against your special spot.

“Mh sorry- haft cum. Pulling out.” Your hands wrap around his arm, pressing painfully into his flesh.

“Don’t you fucking dare pull out.” You threaten, as your back arches, head throwing back at the coil retightening.

“Hafta cum- sorry!” Deku pulls out with a second to spare spraying his hot cum all over your stomach with a defeated groan.

Anger fills you as your orgasm rescinds back. You push Deku onto his back and straddle him. “Naughty boy! If you just came in me I would’ve had the best orgasm and could’ve just taken a pill!” A shameful blush cross his face and you begin to line up his member and slide down.

“Ah too sem-sensitive.” He squirms pitifully beneath you.

“Good!” You bite back viciously, as your hips slam down his lap at a delectable speed. His shaft rubbing against your sponge spot once again. Your orgasm is fast approaching. Looking down at Deku, he continues to mewl and squirm under your ferocious sex. “What is it?!”

“Too-too much!” He whines.

“Want me to stop?” He sniffles and shakes his head.

“Good. Then be a good little bottom and let me fuck you dumb.” A small cry escapes him at your words.

Poor precious pathetic little Deku. Whining how it’s too much, but moaning and rutting against your slick sex. It’s all too much. Seeing your precious little hero howling at the overstimulation. His eyes rolling back, the slight dribble that is escaping his mouth. Swear dripping down him.

It was so fucking unbelievably hot.

Your coil snaps harshly, a fire spreads ruthlessly across your abdomen making you come undone too fast. “Fuck!” You scream.

You coat Deku in your essence, your stickiness dripping down his thighs. The feeling of your fluttering walls clenching intoxicatingly. He looks up at your o face making him cream instantly on the spot.

Your hips slow to a halt as you come down from your high.

Both breathing heavily you roll off to his side and press a wet kiss to his lips, he leans into your mouth desperately.

“That- that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Thank you.” You whisper pressing another kiss into his cheek. “Same here.”

You tiredly move to stand only for your legs to wobble as you stand. You fix your costume and pick up the diamond once again you give Deku a small wave.

“Your not leaving already are you?” You swear Deku looked almost upset, but his voice remained neutral.

“Hafta- I can’t let you arrest me for a rightful crime” You pause looking at Deku one last time. “Don’t look so upset my little lamb- you’ll see me again I promise.”

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“How could Japans number one hero let a low class villain escape with our precious diamond!” The museums director is sweating and yelling angrily. The hero’s representative sigh and message their temples.

“A heros protection does not guarantee any outcomes. We will investigate this matter and provide a incident report.” The directors fist slams into the table.

“Screw your incident report! I paid a lot of money for your failure of a service- oh Y/n! Thank goodness you are here!” Deku looks up at the familiar figure entering the room holding a tablet and one hand. “What does the security footage show?!”

His heart sinks in his chest.

“The feeds show Deku pursing the thief only for the cameras to malfunction soon after- IT confirms its impossible to retrieve further data.” The directors vein pops from his head, teeth clenching together an angry hiss escapes his lips.

“Get this useless hero out of here! I should’ve just hired Dynamight to begin with!”

“Director~ if I may. Deku saw and fought the villain himself. It would be best if Deku investigates the incident further rather than involving a second party in-“

“Non-sense. Dynamight has done excellent work for us in the past, the one time he wasn’t available for service this goes and happens.” The director grabbed the woman’s hands and began stroking it. “My dear Y/n I’m so sorry. I know how hard you worked on curating the English Sovereignty Exhibit only for some low life to come in and ruin all your hard work.”

“Fear not Director, I have full faith Deku will solve-“

“No! Deku, your fired! We are locking down the museum and contracting Dynamight first thing in the morning! Y/n my dear, please attend tomorrows contract meeting, I would like you to provide a report to Dynamight on the Koh-i-noor, please ensure you provide a full analysis on its significance and who may want it.”

The director takes his leave with his secretary in tow. You look towards a defeated Deku seeing his representative give him a small pay. “Head up, we can’t always win. Meet me in the car when your ready, we will drop you home.” She gives Deku a small smile and takes her jacket leaving you two in the room.

“I’m sorry for-“

“No need to be sorry my little lamb.” Deku whips his head up instantly, looking at your face his eyes drinking into your grinning face. You had placed a finger to your lips and point to the camera before moving your hand out in front of you. “I’m sorry things had to end this way. Thank you for your services, I trust we can continue working together another time.” She says teasingly.

Deku shakes her hand, feeling a small chip being pressed into his palm. She yanks his arms forward, leaning into his ear she whispers. “Hold onto our tape for me.”

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love-fictional-ppl · 1 month

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MHA Masterlist

*=smut, !=angst, #=fluff, (16+)= not exactly smut but not appropriate for under 16

Class 1-A

[Izuku Midoriya||Deku]

[Katsuki Bakugou||Lord Explosion Murder||Ground Zero||Dynamight]

[Oneshots]

!#Birds of a feather

[Blurbs]

#Pro-hero!Bakugou who needs you as his house wife(16+) X

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!bakusquad ft. Denki, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Shoto Todoroki]

[Eijiro Kirishima||Red Riot]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Denki, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Denki Kaminari||Chargebolt]

[Blurbs]

#Bsf!Denki(16+)

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Tenya Iida||Ingenium]

[Hanta Sero||Cellophane]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Mina(16+) X

[Hitoshi Shinso||Mindjack]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad Pt. 2 ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, & Mina(16+)

[Ochako Uraraka||Uravity]

[Momo yaoyorozu||Creati]

[Mina Ashido||Alien Queen||Pinky]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Sero(16+) X

[Kyoka Jiro||Earphone Jack]

[Tsuyu Asui||Froppy]

The Big Three

[Mirio Togata||Lemillion]

[Tamaki Amajiki||Suneater]

[Nejire Hado||Nejire Chan]

Pro Heroes

[Yagi Toshinori||All Might]

[Enji Todoroki||Endeavor]

[Takami Keigo||Hawks]

[Shouta Aizawa||Eraserhead]

[Yamada Hizashi||Present Mic]

[Kan Sekijiro||Vlad King]

[Taishiro Toyomitsu||Fat Gum]

[Nemuri Kayama||Midnight]

[Rumi Usagiyama||Mirko]

[Ryuko Tatsuma||Ryukyu]

[Yu Takeyama||Mt. Lady]

Villains

[Tomura Shigaraki||Tenko Shimura||Tenko]

[Touya Todoroki||Dabi]

[Blurbs]

#Random Dabi blurb

[Jin Bubaigawara||Twice]

[Atsuhiro Sako||Mr. Compress]

[Kai Chisaki||Overhaul]

[Himiko Toga]

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springsmile · 1 year

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over my shoulder || 01

18+ | h. shinso x f. reader

series masterlist

warnings: non-con, smut, pre-established trauma (r*pe), extreme anxiety/paranoia, victim blaming/shaming, abuse of prescriptions, self harm, suicidal ideation, disassociation, negativity around hospitalization, violent intrusive thoughts, kidnapping, murder, specific reader characterizations, manipulation, anorexia/bulimia allusions

** reader’s quirk is enhanced senses. upon activation, emotions and sensations are pretty much exacerbated. reader never learns how to channel or control it to its full potential, only to turn it on and off.

you would not walk out that door without a sense of pride toward your makeup application. you could decisively say the wings of your eyeliner were not up to par. if you paused now, the only thoughts your mind would be able to conjure would be ones of how one wing is pointing downward, the other seemingly kissing your brow, one bulky, and the other thin.

you’re late. so, so late. you know you won’t get in trouble, per se, but your pay would dip under what you’d estimated for the week, which was irritating in itself. you tell yourself it’s worth sparing yourself a smidge of the humiliation that accompanies leaving the walls of your apartment.

like every other day, it takes the realization that you have 10 minutes to get to your job that requires a 25 minute commute to narrow your eyes at the mirror on your desk, reflecting some unsightly black smudges framing your plain eyes. you had to admit that it was better than nothing, but nothing was just that— nothing. without the black you were disgusting, but with it… you guess that made you… palatable? nothing worth coveting, yet also not a sight which averted gazes. perfect for you.

beside you, your phone vibrates, and you feel the reverberations through the desk intensely. you jolt, silently cursing yourself and imagine a broken dam, water pouring from each crack and cranny. then, you imagine it all sealed up, halting the circulation… now, the lack thereof. that’s how you shut your quirk off; you’ve returned to your regular state of a hammering heart and sweaty palms.

your apartment complex is exactly what someone would envision upon estimating to them your pathetic salary. you worked at a bookstore, after all. it wasn’t exactly like you were some front-line worker, providing a necessary labor. you couldn’t complain. it was livable, nothing to sneeze at.

it’s cement—cold granite. the railings were once painted black and peeling, and your door had gaping orifices where its wooden fragments once laid. the apartment itself was dinky. you cleaned it consistently and decorated with a modest charm, but the odor of dampness was lingering in every corner. the complex was borderline ancient, built before the invention of the elevator, but it was at least a place you could pleasantly call home. ‘bad neighborhoods’ were hardly ever indicative of the tenants who lived inside the units.

you walk to work, having been fortunate enough to lease somewhere close enough to a place you liked working at. the other jobs were nothing short of disarray— inadequate managers hiring you on the spot during interviews out of desperation, and a disorienting lack of organization. needless to say, you were content at the bookstore.

currently, you’re conjuring scenarios that do nothing to soothe the thrumming of your heart, slamming against the cream cable sweater you’d thrown on in a haste to cover the largest of your insecurities—the vision of a car skidding off the street and plowing into your form, leaving fragments of your brain matter splattered into the pavement. next, you think of the thinnest, fresher piece of paper slicing your eye in two. now, you’re cringing. it’s replying in your mind over and over again. you swallow a wad of glue in your throat, eyes raking in your surroundings for a distraction.

a stray cat. it trills softly at you. you somehow manage a smile, and glance at your phone before deciding you could briefly pet the kitty.

its fur is a pure black, the kind that enveloped your eyes with a stark intensity when you shut the curtains, turned off the tv, and closed your bedroom door with the lights off. you’d always forget to turn on your fairy lights. it would making your eyes hum, an invisible pressure pushing downward, but it was pleasantly dissimilar this time.

its eyes are a gem-like amber, and they glisten in the waxing morning sun. you liked the shape of its pupils. almost a rhombus, softened at the edges, wide and dilated. you assumed it was happy, and that made you a little happy too.

you eventually pass a group of teenage girls, and you inadvertently shrink into yourself, chest seized with panic as they pass. you could’ve sworn they threw you a glance, eyes maliciously narrowed. your mouth goes dry when they crane their necks back and let out a shallow laugh.

you glance down at yourself once they’re out of your peripherals. your opaque tights were suddenly friction against your legs. itchy. you can’t even be upset at your fleeting elation.

with shaky fingers pinching the fabric, hoping for some surface-level relief, you realize you’ve reached the store. you pull on the dangling pieces of your backpack straps—the ones that tighten—and exhale as the padding presses to your armpits. tight and secure.

“morning, (y/n)!” you co-worker flashes you a radiant grin from behind the register, before you can will your lips to curve and feel that uncomfortable stretch in your cheeks, she’s back to bagging a customer’s purchases.

you sigh, locating one of the empty computers to punch your numbers in on.

“excuse me.” someone coughed at you. you raise your eyes ever so slightly, but zero in on the space beneath their eyes and though above the apples of your cheeks. they’re very tanned, and their skin is dry and rough.

“i need help finding a book, it’s called—“

“i’m sorry,” you interject timidly, interlocking your fingers with tight, white knuckles. it’s the only way you knew how to steady your composure. “i’m not clocked in yet, and i need to put my things away. i can grab someone to help you right now, though?”

he stares at you indignantly, with a pompous upward tilt of his chin. he’s looking down at you from his nose. your stomach does a 360 flip, and you’re bloating. absolutely sick.

“you work here, don’t you? you’re supposed to help a paying patron when they ask you for help.” he continues in disdain. you think of several quips, witty remarks that could maybe patch up your dignity that this man was so indelicately chipping away at. “i guess i can’t expect much from people like you. always so lazy. i see you all hanging around, talking. tch, whatever. thanks for nothing.”

he whips around and saunters away. you blink. the exchange hadn’t been fully registered and processed in your brain.

you know with utmost certainty that you’d soon be rendered to a hunched over, teary heap in the break room. and although the cancellation of your quirk hindered all emotions for an unspecified length of time, you could feel the onslaught of twinges racking your heart. and then, you find yourself trudging to break room in lethargy. you had nightmares again last night, having been jolted awake by your own tremors and cold beaded sweat dotting every conceivable part of your body. you’d had to shower. showering wasn’t fun for you.

you tried to relish in the knowledge that your lunch break was within the next two hours! whoopie! you wouldn’t let yourself eat, though. hoisting your achy feet onto those rigid metal chairs would be revitalizing enough.

when you find yourself on the sales floor again, you start for the customer service desk. as you had observed that there’s someone patiently waiting there, their fingers idly drumming on the worn wood. you half smile. maybe they wouldn’t give you an earful of all of their inconveniences that didn’t pertain to you. that’d be nice.

“hi! sorry to keep you waiting.” you flash your well practiced ‘how can i help you today, valued customer?’ smile.

it’s another man, and you instinctively lower your gaze to that spot on his face that quells the exacerbating effects of your quirk. if you’d been taking in the whole of his countenance, perhaps you would have noted the abrupt shift in his eyes, insisted that a manager was calling you on your earpiece. you’d seen that look a lot. and when you did catch sight of it, it reminded you of high school, and that alone was enough to make you bail out— potentially, clock out early.

“hi, i was just looking for books on renting trucks? i’m looking to make a business out if it.” he smiles crookedly.

you pause, lips pressed in a tight, thin line. renting trucks? how the fuck were you supposed to search for a book like that?

“i’ll try, but no promises.” you swallowed, fingers licking the key caps hastily. you wanted to close this exchange as quickly as you could. then you could busy yourself with a task that didn’t require your deteriorating social skills.

“it’s weird, i know.” he chuckled. it felt pernicious in nature to you, and you certainly didn’t appreciate his attempt to revive the conversation. your palms were growing balmier by the second.

“nah, not weird. i’m just not sure how to search for it on here.” you half-lied, furrowing your brows at the search results. there were a myriad of titles relating to trucks, but you couldn’t conceive why someone would write a how-to on renting them to people, let alone why this man would want to reference one, instead of an article online. needless to say, you were having trouble schooling your expression. if that face you spent hours on contorting to perfection in the mirror were to falter, everything would be shot straight to hell. you couldn’t handle a nasty disagreement breaking out at the unbridled twitch of your eye.

“ah, i get’cha. let me see.” and without leaving any room for dissent, or breathing, he’s leant over the counter. very much invading your personal space, and very much violating company policy.

your mouth quivers at the corners, attempting to form phantoms of phrases you should’ve had the spine to utter. the poignance of his cologne has long invaded your nose, a more mature scent, one reserved for a man of his age. perhaps three times that of yours. get away get away get away.

he straightens, offering you a complacent yellowed grin. “i don’t really get that program you use, but i’m guessing you don’t got what i’m looking for?”

“correct, sorry about that.” you tell him stiffly. you swear his breath was sticky, humid, and clinging to the skin of your neck. you suppress a shiver.

“no problem, darlin’. i was just lookin’ for a side hustle, ‘cause i work in law enforcement and i wanted to hop onto that business owner bandwagon.” he’s not rambling, he’s not making small talk—he wants your attention. he wants you to engage, and he wants you to be interested. this is all sickeningly apparent to you as you fumble to select your next words. you know you’d have to humor him only slightly; blatant indifference could be interpreted as aggression and get you a strike. you didn’t need any more of those.

“oh, that’s pretty cool. my dad works in law enforcement.” you reply softly, praying that your inauthentic interest would be apparent to him. though, men are either willingly or inherently stupid, you learned. the gentleman before you was no exception.

“aw, yeah? what city?”

fuck fuck fuck fuck!

you’re left scrambling, mouth gaping, dry and full of sand. you feel every artery in your body painfully pulsate and flush against your skin, pleading to be torn free and relieved, and remind you that you’re alive and you feel like you’re gonna die. you don’t even know if you have the capacity to deactivate your quirk right now—you felt like you deserved this; you practically instigated the conversation—stupid!

it doesn’t occur to you to lie—yet another vulgar display of your absentmindedness. you tell him the truth, and to add further insult to injury, you’re unable to distract yourself from his slippery gaze. they held little regard, and revealed each deplorable thought with the blink of his eye. it was dehumanizing. the way his cheeks were carved into this smile that failed to accentuate his duchenne markers. your next move is a grave error, one that, if your head was in its right place, you wouldn’t have contemplated. looking into his eyes—the skin is flat, his eyes are visible, unobstructed and—you know that much. he’s not really smiling.

“i’m sorry, i can’t stop looking at you. you’re so beautiful.”

twitching uselessly at your sides, your hands come to fist your sweater, now damp from the slickness encasing your hands. the wool catches your sweat and sucks it in. much like the breaths slipping in and out of your aching lungs. the balmy air clings to the walls, perhaps as terrified as you were, before being ripped from their sanctuary and nakedly thrust into the open.

“thank you.” you gushed? you attempted to. the keyboard before you was littered with varying puddles of sweat. you didn’t appreciate the dampened wool prickling your torso. it felt like tv static, the feeling when you’d hover your fingertips in front of, and this inconceivable force would kiss and lick your skin. you’re privy to each and every sensation that your being can house, the overload was almost too much, you’d had to search deeply within yourself and pull out what you could.

“here, take down my number.” he’s offering, that smile never leaves his lips nor meets his eyes, but you could center yourself again. it’s okay. he’s sweating exorbitantly, unabashedly clinging to his armpits. you would laugh in a normal circumstance.

stiffly, you reach for a sticky note and a pen. you’re pushing both toward him with your index finger, deliberately dodging the potential of contact—he’s grasping your hand tightly. you gasp and there’s bile searing your esophagus.

“it’s nice to meet you…” he references your name tag with a brisk glance as though his eyes hadn’t been raking in your entire figure for the duration of your exchange. “(y/n). your name is also beautiful.”

you’re only able to smile and nod.

“it’ll break my heart if you don’t text me, you know?” he chuckles lightly, but his tone is anything but. he anticipates your compliance, he thinks he’s subdued you into contacting him, or perhaps he’s genuinely convinced that he somehow charmed you into pursuing a relationship with him. he’s wrong.

as soon as his dubious eyes leave your vicinity, you take the sticky note into your hand, and with what remains of your strength, squeeze it. the edges are sharpened at the pressure, like thorny rose stems. they press into the joints of your fingers, but you don’t mind. by the time it’s released from your grasp, it’s like paper-mache.

lunch had trudged into your hour slot like an unyielding horse, unwittingly dragged along. your elation is muted, but palpable. it’s not like you were going to use it for its established purpose, anyway. you’d nap in the break room, preparing to flip-flop from position to position in those awful metal chairs, terrified that you’d reclined too deeply and slump onto the floor.

you can never sleep though. not really. it’s this hellish limbo. a plane where it could be argued that you were conscious, or that you were asleep. the sibling of sleep paralysis.

without a single breath between the back of your eyelids and the sudden shrill blaring, your nerves are electrified. and your body, with some newfound cognizance, snaps you upright. eyes blearily darting to and fro for danger, or the subject of your overstimulation, you find nothing but the alarm on your phone. the force of its vibrations have it circling with intense shutters. you hit stop.

your phone jerks to life again, screen flashing your generic wallpaper at you. there’s a notification lingering below the time display, a segment from some big shot newspaper. beneath the headline is some excruciatingly pretentious action shot of a hero; one with indigo tresses that were suspended in the hair, and bandages like tentacles unfurling from around his neck. the headline reads:

Villainous Quirk Saves the Day! 20 Lives Saved With a Single Word.

you can’t say your interest was piqued.

another day, another victim.

you hate leaving from the back exit. while it was designated for employees, some exclusive perk you should be immeasurably grateful for, it wasn’t afforded the same glare from the floodlights the adjacent parking lot was. comparatively, it was doused with light.

you’re one of the last to leave, the manager on duty singled you out and made you count the money in the registers. you’re horrible at keeping track at the tens and twenties, and not to mention your unwavering uneasiness. you hadn’t recovered from that unseemly encounter.

you’ve snugly positioned the various keys slid onto the ring between your fingers. they’re like claws—extracted kitty claws—and you’re prepared to drive it into some sicko’s chest at a moment’s notice.

ensuring the receiving room door had softly clicked shut behind you, you started off into the direction your quaint apartment complex resided. it takes less than a second for the hair on your arms and neck to flare up, and it’s even sooner your skin is forcibly aware of the sinister warmth of a hand—irrefutably larger than your own—locked onto your shoulder.

your instinct is to look over your shoulder. you suppress it, and instead tighten the grip on your the makeshift weapon, jutting out with an unparalleled menace.

you whirl around and swing, right for his sternum. you make contact, but its not hard enough. you’re not sure if it was the velocity that fell short, or if it was the puny strength that accompanied the strike that sealed your blunder. either way, he’s far from incapacitated. in fact, he’s enraged. you can feel the corona of his fury, it’s radiant and extending.

“i know that you had a long day, babe, but you couldn’t sneak a text in at all?”

his own clip is hard enough. it’s aimed straight at your gut, and it makes contact with more than the surface of your stomach. you think your intestines may have just been introduced to your kidneys. you splutter around that familiar acid.

you’re unable to cradle your belly as you’re plunged into another agonizing sensation. the uneven bricks—some ugly, stupid stylistic design—are cutting into the skin on your back.

“we can make this easy, or hard. i’m good either way, so the choice is yours, sweetheart.” this smile, wicked and conscienceless, begins in his eyes instead. they were more terrifying than the split of his lips. his hands, callous and aged, descend down your sides, pushing your panties and waistband of your jeans aside so he can clutch your bare hips. this terror, this terror you know all to well, the one that seized you when you awake from the most heinous dream, the same one almost every night when you’re transported back to high school, back to the shaming and the touching and the crying and—

this.

“please don’t do this.” you mutter, now your tongue is immobile. limp and numb in your mouth. some thick, wet deadweight that pulls you down to the soles of your feet. you wish your punch had been that heavy.

“man, i thought you’d be wrigglin’ by now. looks like you want it just as bad. i didn’t take you for a needy slut, (y/n).”

you flinch, flitting images and snippets of sound rush before you and climb into your muscles; ensuring your helplessness. you were very well-acquainted with that term.

you think it might hurt less, this time, if you pretend you’re not there. shallow-gazed, the darkness of the night blanketing the sky and presenting a comfortingly warm veil over your eyes. chin craning up, pointing to the north star.

he makes quick work of your jeans, they’re crunching around your ankles, as denim and fluid motion do not coincide. you fucking hate it. it’s almost as scratchy as the voices screaming at you from within the steel walls of your head, flailing and slamming on all sides, begging you to cry for help, begging you to turn your quirk back on, so maybe you’ll feel something, some terror, and leap into action. it’s growing weaker by the second, and you’re clamping your thighs shut as he growls a curse at you.

“what do we have here?” a voice from the dark muses. you might even say it held a semblance of amusement. ah, yet another sick fuck to partake in your humiliation.

“fuck off man, we’re just having some fun. we ain’t hurting anybody, isn’t that right, baby?”

the silence spoke for itself, you guess.

the anonymous gentleman, evading your line of sight, effortlessly conquers your assailant. you expect some cringey catchphrase, a declaration of victory or defeat, maybe some name calling, but you can’t hear anything but the boiling hot blood circling your ears.

you don’t need to see him to know from the shuddering groans and shallow gasps of air and pleading and promises of atonement (never directed at you) that tear from his mouth, that your savior was well-versed in combat. you don’t even try to conceal your chuckle, one that ascends your throat wryly and produces some stinging pain. a hero.

“walk down to the police station, and confess.” these words were unlike the ones he posed in his prior inquiry. the contrast, though, couldn’t be placed. the man who nearly became the brand new subject of your nightmares, heeds. face blank, eyes stoney and vacant. there’s no resistance, no more pleading or crying. it reminded you of the instantaneous numbness that sweetly enveloped you when you patched up that dam in your mind. then he’s languidly walking in opposite direction. it’s unsurprising that he knows the route.

now, you’re the object of the hero’s attention. and to your dismay, you quickly discern that he’s the hero with the villainous quirk. the very same that backhandedly glorified him in the article.

“that’s rude.” you mumble.

his staring persists, a muted violet with hollow pupils. you’d always heard that the eyes were the gateway to the soul, but upon your unwitting contact, you were compelled to judge that he was soulless.

the observation was brief enough to settle that the movement couldn’t have been misconstrued for eye contact.

“w-what?” you blurt, eyes cast at the asphalt in shame. you often took solace in the fleetingness of passerby gazes—even that of people your age. regrettably, you could feel the judgement, the assessment, and the heat of his prodding eyes.

“nothing. i was just thinking about how you never screamed once. i never heard you ask for help.” he reveals with an unabashed curiosity seeping into his tone. yet, the sentiment was lost on his eyes.

yeah, well, years of guilt and torment will do that to ya.

“i… didn’t think anyone would come to help.” you admitted quietly, your hand is wrapped around your forearm so tightly, you were beginning to lose feeling. at some point, your quirk had activated inadvertently. the static-y tingles envelope the skin.

“really. how come?”

the shift in his tone was… nothing of note. so slight, so easy to miss, but perceivable, nonetheless, if you willed yourself to observe it. the effort was not something that came naturally to you. most people were none the wiser, and you were no exception. as far as your ears had gathered, he was speaking plainly.

“i don’t expect anyone to act selflessly. not even heroes. no one’s ever helped me when things like… this happen.” things you’d never bothered sharing with anyone were unfiltered as they left your tongue, and you’re flummoxed. where went your restraint and trepidation?

your eyes are still cemented to the floor. and the hero, though intrigued, was growing tired of your hesitance.

“you could look me in the eyes when you thank me, at least.”

your breath escapes you at his unexpected audacious tone. but you know you’re in no position to chastise someone, as unsolicited as it was, who did in fact come to your rescue.

the air staggers in your trachea, slinking upside and downside the membrane as your eyes reorient themselves. they’d been fixed on the asphalt. your mary janes. and the intentional design of the boots strapped to his feet. the light above your ankles was disconcerting—having attrited the cordiality you found in what wasn’t another person.

unwittingly, bound to fulfill what was the edict of gratitude and respect in society, you lift your head, your sight following closely behind.

upon contact, your own vision sways, and you don’t know if the fault lay in the fatigue militating your uprightness, or the interference of cohesion in your head.

all at once, his voice becomes softer, and his face contorts from that laidback, complacent grin and relaxes entirely. almost tranquil. you’re not sure about his eyes though. for all your lack of skill in all areas concerning social reciprocity, you were excellent at avoidance. you could spent a very comfortably and fulfilled lifetime without staring anyone in the eye.

you weren’t sure if you could hold it together if you saw pity swirling around those murky irises.

“that was a joke. a bad one.” he says, it’s an apology without the proper structure. you’d take it. you didn’t know him, and you were set on having it remain that way. you’re hoping you become another faceless civilian in the cloud of enthusiastic praises, extensions of gratitude, love admissions, and just unremarkable people. you hope you’re another random headstone in a cemetery that people pass and never consider the bones beneath the soil, what they were composed of. you want to stop this charade of the assessment of your well-being, one supposedly conducted out of compassion, and go home and scrub your skin raw.

“you can skip the pleasantries. i don’t need any services. i’m going home. thanks for your help.” you say quickly, and when you leant over to scoop the contents of your purse into your hands, you found that the hero had beaten you to the punch.

“i’m shinso hitoshi.” he says as amicably as he can muster. the artificiality isn’t difficult to see through. he offers you your purse, palm outstretched where the strap laid loosely. you watch the mole under his eye as you regard him.

the data is before your eyes, yet you couldn’t construe it one way or another.

the metal toes of his boots point at you, and his eyes flit across the features of your face, mapping the expanse— it’s absolutely unnerving.

you couldn’t read his body language, gauge his facial expression, or even bear to allow the intermingling of your gazes.

“it’s nice to meet you, i’m (y/n).” you weren’t going to disclose any obvious identifiers, leaving you susceptible to a breach of privacy. your last name wasn’t necessary in this introduction— one you prayed would soon reach its conclusion.

he breathes a chuckle; your disinterest is painstakingly apparent, comically so.

“well… (y/n), i really insist; let me take you home. walk you. what just happened was… a lot. i’d bet you’d feel safer if—“

“you’d lose.” you snipped quickly. “i’ll go now. thank you again, sir.”

you now your head, intentionally at a higher decline, avoiding that pain in your lower neck that’s reserved for only the utmost respect. you spin on your heel, and you’re blinking back the fiery pain in your eyes.

you swore to whatever god that refused to heed any of your pleas that your back was scorched from a pair of eyes. but when you looked over your shoulder, the only sight that greeted you was that of flickering floodlights.

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