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faulty-writes · 2 months

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Alright, alright, I have this little crossover idea of sorts!

Trigun is an anime in the world of MHA, and reader is crushing on Vash the Stampede. Reader has the manga, the anime on Blu-ray, figures, a plush...

How would Izuku, Bakugou, and Mirio react to their crush having a thing for Vash, who is fictional? Would they possibly get jealous, wondering what it is about him they like so much? :3

[ I love this cross-over idea. Fuck yeah! You know, it's funny. I wrote a few headcanons between the BNHA boys and them having a plushie a long time ago. I think the reader being obsessed with a fictional character, Vash in this case, is awesome and quite relatable. I honestly have to say I'm in love with Vash from the 1998 animated series, he is just so cool and I'm also currently reading the manga which is just mind-blowing. ]

His words were stolen from him when he entered your room to see endless amounts of manga, plushies, and even figurines of Vash the Stampede. Although given his collection of All Might merchandise, he knew he couldn't judge. But he also couldn't stop himself from feeling the tiniest bit jealous.

"W-what is it about t-that guy that makes them a-admire him…so much?" He asked after successfully convincing you to allow him to borrow the Blu-ray Trigun Stampede series collection you had. He didn't understand why you liked the characteristics Vash displayed but nonetheless jotted them down in his notebook as he watched.

Unfortunately, the attempts to display the same characteristics he saw to capture your attention were unsuccessful, and honestly, he felt a little pathetic about trying to be someone he wasn't. Plus, the look on your face made him feel like a bigger idiot than he was.

"I d-don't know what I was thinking…" he whined, pressing his head against his desk. "Will they…l-like me like they do V-Vash?" It was pitiful to think he was jealous of a fictional character.

"Perhaps you are approaching the problem incorrectly," Tenya suggested. "While the feeling of affection can extend to…fictional aspects, I'm certain that Y/n is aware of reality and will look at you the way you desire as long as you remain yourself." He wasn't sure how much faith he put in Tenya's words but knew he was right. Comparing himself to Vash wasn't going to get him anywhere.

Accepting something was the hardest thing but given that he was once the quirkless boy who dreamed of being a hero, he would face this issue the same way. He could accept it but not for long. He'd prove he was better than Vash The Stampede and then maybe…just maybe you'd see him as your hero.

"Tch, reading a lame manga, huh!? How stupid!" He remembers those words from his middle school years, and how you would always huddle in the corner with a stupid smile as you read 'Trigun Maximum.' The thing that years later became your obsession.

"What the hell is all this shit!?" He demanded. "This is worse than that damn Deku's room!" You had shelves filled with manga, and Blu-rays, not to mention plushies of the same character scattered around. "You shouldn't be obsessed with fictional dumbasses that swing guns around! I'm the only badass here!" And he'd prove it.

His jaw clenched tighter and tighter whenever he was in class, hearing you go on and on about your love for Vash. How cool and handsome he is, how amazing he is in combat. Damn, he hated it. He would never admit he was jealous, but what made Vash better than him!?

"What do you mean I can't take these!?" he demanded after irrationally barging into your room and stealing your Trigun manga collection. Nevertheless, after a heated argument, he settled for reading it in your room. "What the hell is so damn great about this dumbass?" From what he could gather Vash was nothing but an outlaw with a gun.

He didn't think his jealousy would affect him just like he didn't think his feelings for you would sway him from his dream of becoming a hero. But he found himself being fueled by the hatred of your Vash The Stampede obsession. Because of this, he grew extremely cocky during training exercises. He even went as far as shouting that he was better than some stupid outlaw which you found...odd, to say the least.

It didn't take a genius to realize you were unimpressed by his attempts and criticism of your favorite character. Yet, as usual, he'd be damned if you continued to idolize someone else when he should be the one idolized by you. Whether you liked it or not, he'd be the object of your affection next.

"Heh, wow...you really like this guy." Of course, it was an obvious statement with all the Vash the Stampede plushies, and merchandise that littered your bed and shelves. He picked up one of the plushies, staring into its blue button eyes that reminded him of his own and a strange feeling made his stomach twist. Was he feeling insecure?

"Oh, is that Vash the Stampede?" Nejire asked, pointing to the plushie Mirio held. "Huh, wait you know about him!?" He exclaimed. "Yeah, I-" He grasped her shoulders before she could finish. "What do you like about him!?" He demanded, and although Nejire didn't have a solid answer she settled for Vash's bravery and caring for others.

While Mirio was happy that he shared some favorable characteristics with Vash the Stampede, he still struggled to think of how to get your attention while respecting your love for the fictional character. How could you view him as you did Vash? Of course, he could never tell you who you could and couldn't love, but gosh wouldn't it be amazing if you did love him?

"So, what do you think!?" Mirio demanded with a bright smile. He was dressed in a red trench coat and orange glasses, the key pieces of clothing Vash wore. "You like Vash, right? I sure look like him now, wouldn't you agree sunshine?" To see your eyes light up when you looked at him, even in the silly little cosplay he was wearing, meant the world to him.

He convinced you to hang out with him and took you to a special area resembling the setting where the Trigun show took place. It was part of a beach, with endless sand everywhere. He wanted to impress you while respecting your feelings, and maybe make you have feelings for him. Overall, your reaction was so-so.

Despite his jealousy, and his somewhat successful attempts at trying to sway your attention away from Vash the Stampede and onto him, he wanted you to be happy. "Heh, who knows, maybe I will be their Vash someday!" Until then, he'd just keep smiling.

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kajinovaa · 8 months

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emotional self regulation but instead turned into comfort cuz selfcare is important, always

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #prohero deku #deku x me #self insert #novart

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pixeldemonia · 8 months

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GET F-ING CHRISTMAS AWAY, SPOOKY SEASON ISN'T OVER YET!!!!

Are u team Halloween or team Christmas?

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cosmiles · 11 months

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𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒

➢ watching coryxkenshin with mha boys

note: yes i did do a whole hc based on this post

characters: midoriya, kirishima, bakugo, todoroki

content: fluff, crack, established gn relationships, coryxkenshin references

words: 0.3k

Izuku Midoriya introduces you to his channel. As a kid, he first found Cory from his Five Nights At Freddy's game play and has been a samurai ever since. He's literally so excited when you ask to watch with him. He will text you every time he posts, especially after a long break. Your new favorite dates consist of you binge watching Cory while curled up in the covers with him. Please wear the matching merch with him, it'll make his day.

Eijirou Kirishima becomes a fan because of you. He found you watching his puppet combo playlist and heard the switch the colors song. This instantly captivates his attention and he proceeds to watch every video Cory raps in. Eventually, he gets his friends hooked and constantly has one of videos on whenever you come over. He threw a party when Cory hit 10 million and then threw another when he announced he wasn't retiring. He's hooked now and there's nothing you can do about it.

Katsuki Bakugo midly dislikes him for no reason. When asked why, he'll just say, "He's just another extra who's trying too hard." But once you show him Cory's FNAF: Security Breach play through, he begins to like him, secretly. He finds it amusing when he rages or hates on characters like Monty, knowing he would do the same. He ends up finding Berleezy through him and likes him more. He'll still watch Cory with you but tries to convince you to be apart of the Eezygang.

Shoto Todoroki doesn't get the hype at first. Like why do you like this guy who screams, has random memes pop up, and flirts with the camera? It makes no sense. But once you show him Spooky Scary Sunday, he's binge watching everyday. Faithfully wears the SSS hoodie every Sunday, no matter if Cory posts or not. He becomes highly invested in the storyline and will debrief with you his conclusions and findings. And you eat it up and nod each and every time.

➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

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vampyrsm · 2 years

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'you come here often?' (4.1k) izuku midoriya x female reader

warnings: roleplaying, semi-public sex (bathroom sex at a club), alcohol, praise, fingering (f!receiving), mirror sex, unprotected sex, clothed sex, size difference/kink (i can't help it, i like my men big), creampie.

➼ 'kinktober 2022 masterlist'

You didn't do this often.

What with being so busy with work, and everything else. You didn't ever really find the time spare to spend a night to yourself, just letting your hair down and slipping into one of your shorter dresses. It was definitely a rare occasion but you weren't going to let it slip from between your fingers. Tonight was about you, and you were going to be on the prowl for something... fun.

How long had it been since you took someone home with you after a night out? Far too long. And tonight that changed, as you let the throb of the bass in your chest guide each and every one of your movements, head free and empty of any thoughts that involved work. It was a busy night tonight at the club you picked, many bodies pressed tight together, all moving together in unison to whatever song that pumped through the speakers.

And when you reopened your eyes, strobe lights flickered to create the illusion as if time had slowed down but you couldn't take your eyes off of the man who was leaning back against the bar, elbows propping himself up whilst his eyes seemed to track your own movements. He was massive, features hidden by the strobing bright lights until a rogue green strobe bounced across his face and you swore his eyes were glowing the most beautiful verdant green, like electricity.

But when the next flicker of white strobes went off, he was gone. Your eyebrow quirked as you gave a quick glance around to see if you could spot the giant of a man but somehow he had just vanished. A shame really, you had thought maybe you found your target for the night. A man big enough to throw you around as if it were no effort on his behalf, as well as one who most definitely would have you yearning for more the morning after.

The next song came and went, and all the whilst you let the mysterious man slip to the back of your mind to be forgotten about as you sipped on the cocktail you had been nursing for the last hour or so. Many bodies slipped past you, hands lingering on your hips for a fraction of a second before they vanished only for the process to repeat until hands that were engulfing your waist had you finally opening your eyes to see who had grown brave enough to lay their hands on you.

A head ducked down over your shoulder, a firm body pressed hard against your back and effortlessly moving along with your own movements. Naturally, your head fell back against his shoulder, the muscles flexing beneath the movement and his hair tickled against your cheek the further he leaned in closer to your ear. "You come here often?"

You snort at the comment, it's very cliche, something he must have heard on a romcom or something but the alcohol swimming through your blood has you grinning like a lovesick fool, eyes no doubt glazed over with a needy type of lust. "Not my usual scene, no," you turn your head enough to speak directly into his ear over the loud music, and finally you get a glance of the green hair that brushed against your face when he nodded along with your words before he turned again to speak.

"That makes two of us," his voice is smooth, caressing your brain with the way he speaks with so much confidence and the warmth of his breath fanning against the sweat on your neck isn't helping you wade through the swamp that is your mind. "Though I suppose like me, you're not here for the music."

You feel the way his lips curl into a smile against your ear at the sound of your laughter, his hands continue to roam along your hips and down to the hem of the short dress you were wearing. He was bold, you had to give him that. "Oh yeah? How could you tell?" you challenge, purposely rolling your hips back against his own and you couldn't miss the way he groaned under his breath directly into your ear, puffing out a hot breath that had your eyes fluttering in desire.

You hadn't even got a good look at the man who was fiddling with the ends of your dress and grinding the chub in his jeans up against your ass. And yet, you wanted nothing more than for him to take you home, to show you a good time just to forget everything that happened in the week.

"Saw the way you were watching me from across the room," a jolt of excitement sparks up your spine, prompting you to finally spin around in his arms which he allows surprisingly easy. His shoulders roll backwards when he stands back up to his full height, he had nearly a foot on you but he wasn't quite as imposing as you thought he might be.

Despite the fine structure of his face, the way his eyes were definitely flickering with a wisp of something electric and how the muscles in his arms would be enough to crush you if he got a hold of you—despite all of that, you felt no fear, no worry that maybe he was more trouble than he was worth. His smile was kind, features softer as he gazed down at you and he was stunning. The band of freckles across his face was hard to miss whilst he let the lights dance over his face.

Now facing him, you could feel just how hard he was against your stomach and yet it didn't show on his face that he was embarrassed or shy about it either. You grin finally at his words, his eyes dart down to your lips and he can't help but smile along with you, you're certain that must be his panty-dropping smile, it definitely has you squeezing your thighs together.

"You were definitely watching me first," you counter, and he shrugs with a look that says 'so what?', the boyish energy he's giving you is intoxicating.

"Maybe, couldn't help it with the way you were giving me a show."

"Oh, I was giving you a show?" you snicker, letting his hands pull you in tighter whilst his head ducks down into your space. Your eyes flutter at the closeness of his face, something sparks as familiar in your gut when you get a good close look at him but you can't quite put your finger on it—

"Yeah," he breathes, you hadn't even realised your lips were so close that you felt the word pass by his lips directly onto your own. His eyes bounced between your own, searching for something and he must've seen it when your hands curled into the side of his shirt, tugging on it as if you could move the mountain of a man. His lips pressed against your own, the fervour exploding between the two of you. He tasted of something bitterly alcoholic, not as sweet as the cocktail you had been drinking.

He also smelled intoxicatingly good, strong and musky but not so much so that it would have you choking on the smell. It was undeniably man, something that drew you in and had you itching to reach down and grab what was pressing painfully into your stomach. The sound of the music faded into nothing but a muffled background noise whilst your arm hooked around his neck, pulling him further down to your height as his lips moved against your own in tandem.

Your stomach flipped and dipped in excitement. Shamelessly you chased after his lips once he broke off first, a knowing smirk on his face each time he dipped his chin down to avoid your lips. It was teasing, playful and it had you playing easily into his hands. "Wanna get out of here?", you hadn't expected him to try it so early but you still were nodding along easily, glassy eyes watching how he smiled again before leaning down, laying a gentle kiss on your lips that seemed out of place given the moment.

He slipped a hand down to your own, large calloused fingers locking with your own before he turned to walk towards the exit but halted the second he felt you still not moving behind him. He turned, a confused look on his face as he watched the way you nervously chewed on your lip. "Gotta go the bathroom first," you say sheepishly, alcohol courage seeming to drain the second you spoke the words. But the man just nodded, effortlessly parting the way for the both of you as he guided you towards the long hallway that lead to the bathrooms.

Once free from the pulsing of the music and no longer squashed between sweaty bodies, you're both able to breathe for the first time that night and the tall man with green hair doesn't let your hand go until he's stood outside of the women's bathroom. Finally, he lets you go, watching you make haste into the bathroom, you spare a glance over your shoulder before the door closes. The off-white light of the bathroom light really helped you put a full picture of the man who was going to make or break your night, the butterflies swarmed tenfold when you caught the white of his teeth when he grinned at the way you were watching him.

Now with a clear head away from the strong musk of the mysterious man, you glance yourself over in the mirror and let the cool water from the sink run over your wrists to just try and ease off the erratic drum of your heart in your chest. The music was just a distant thump, but it felt like your head was still swimming. That man outside was heartbreakingly stunning, you had no doubt in your mind he must be a hero or something of the sort with the physique he had. That had you grinning to yourself in the mirror like some lunatic, eyes glittering at the fact a pro hero would look at you like that. Lady luck was definitely on your night tonight it seemed.

Not wanting to wait any longer you pulled open the door to see him still standing there, one foot propped up against the opposite wall whilst his arms were crossed over his chest and his head snapped to attention the second the door opened. But you couldn't find it in yourself to move forward, watching the way his eyes skimmed you up and down now that he could see you properly, how they lingered on your exposed thighs and slowly trailed up until they settled on your breasts. He was shameless, and yet you couldn't stop the way it made you feel—hot and fuzzy.

"Ready?" he said once he was in front of you, cutting you off from the outside world with just the broadness of his shoulders. You blinked up at him, trying to convey some sort of message to him, trying to tell him how badly you wanted him to fuck you.

And once again, luck was on your side as he grinned more wolfish than you had seen on his face before he's crowding you back into the bathroom, eyes darting to the open stalls to make sure no one else was in here with the two of you before he clicks the lock shut on the bathroom.

Now that you're in here alone, you're certain he can hear the pounding of your heart in your chest. He was impossibly big and so imposing, everything about him screamed strong and powerful. But nothing screamed at you to run when he had you pinned against the bathroom counter, marble painfully digging into your back as he loomed over you. The soft gaze in his eye was long gone and replaced with something deeper and darker, an indescribable lust that was primal.

His chest brushed against your own with every deep breath he pulled in, both of his hands now pressed against the counter on either side of you effectively making sure you had no escape. "You're so beautiful," he smirks at the way your eyelashes flutter at his sweet words, how you struggle to keep yourself up with the jelly in your legs. "Can't wait to ruin you."

You jolt at the force he kisses you, your back bending some more over the counter behind you until he bends down to hook both of his hands around the back of your thighs to hoist you up and onto the cool marble. All the whilst he bites and nips at your lips, begging you to let him into your mouth and you do without much of a fight. Your tongue meets his halfway in a smooth roll before he's pushing in further, stroking his tongue along your own and up over the roof of your mouth, flicking against the back of your teeth before he repeats the actions over and over. He's devouring you whole and you may just let him.

It was over far too soon for your liking, saliva coating your lips whilst his were smothered in a messy smear of lipgloss. His chest heaved, tongue darting out to taste the sweet strawberry that lingered there. You finally let your hands wander him for the first time that evening, stroking your fingers down along the expensive material of his shirt before you reached the hem of it. His eyes watched you with intense interest, to see your next move, to see if you were brave enough.

He fell into you easily when you tilted your head back, inviting him in for another long kiss. Once he was fully engrossed in sucking your tongue into his mouth did you let your hand wander beneath his shirt, you were definitely correct in thinking the man had to be a hero of some type. His stomach tensed at the warmth of your hand splaying out on his abs, feeling the multitude of ridges and dips, the long and deep scars that you're sure held some of the most exciting stories. You hope maybe you'd get another chance of hearing about them, but for now, you wanted what was lurking beneath his trousers.

The kiss stuttered when he had to take a gasping breath, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you ditched the effort to caress his stomach and went straight for groping his dick through his jeans, delicate fingers squeezing him as much as you could. "Careful, might end up fucking you right here." he groans through gritted teeth at the way you squeeze him again at the filth that spilt from his mouth.

"And what if I want that, Mr. Hero?" you smirked at the way he finally opened his eyes, a half-hearted glare meeting your teasing gaze.

"Izuku," he responds with and you furrow your brows together in confusion. "Call me Izuku, please."

"Okay, Izuku," he shudders visibly at the way you purr his name, hand working the fly and button of his jeans before you slip into the warmth of his boxers. "Gonna give me what I want?"

His chest heaves in shallow breaths, eyes drifting away from your own to see the hand buried in his boxers. You were stroking him so delicately, the tips of your nails barely scratching along the smooth velvet of his skin and along the throbbing vein, he was at breaking point and you seemed to notice that when you finally took him in your hand. It was still a tight squeeze but you still somehow managed to stroke him despite the restriction, your wrist rolling effortlessly as if you had done this a thousand times before.

"You asked for it," he groans before stepping back enough to cause your hand to slip free from his boxers and before you could complain, he's manhandling you off of the counter and bending you over it. You're forced to awkwardly hang over the sink, a hand pressed to the large mirror that covered the entirety of the wall and the other gripping the edge. "Wanted to take my time with you." he murmurs more to himself before there's warmth on the back of your thighs from both of his hands.

He shamelessly grabs and squeezes at your flesh, letting his hips roll against the roundness of your ass before his fingers slip upwards until your dress is bunched around your waist. The deep guttural groan has you clenching around nothing once he gets a good look at you, you had worn your favourite pair of lace panties tonight. They had no lines and well, they were sexy, and you were fully expecting to get laid.

"Oh, wow," he breathes, fingers grabbing at your ass to spread you wide for him and you feel yourself heating up at the compromising position, how he was letting his thumb brush up and down over the material between your ass cheeks before slipping down to press against your slit. "You definitely were hoping to get lucky tonight, huh?"

"Mhm," you reply, biting on your bottom lip, truly you wanted to give him a response back about how he was clearly the one looking for some tonight too with the way he was eyefucking you across the room before he had even approached you but you couldn't even think properly at this point. His fingers slipped under the lace at the top of your ass before he helped guide it down until they were loose around your ankles, caught on the intricate straps of your heels.

The tips of his fingers glide smoothly against your slit, dipping against your entrance teasingly before brushing back down to tap twice against your clit, each time causing you to jump. Izuku chuckles softly behind you, a little breathless as he gets lost in a smooth way his fingers stroke down along your cunt and back up again until he's slowly but surely pushing in two fingers at once. He figures time is definitely not on his side, considering the bathroom situation.

You moan at the stretch of just two fingers alone, unwillingly clenching around the digits in hopes of just holding them there deep inside of you. The fullness was intoxicating, and all your brain could supply was the possibility of what his cock must feel like. His wrist rolls smoothly, trained fingers angling slightly downwards against your walls whilst his thumb presses against your clit. The reaction was immediate, as he had hoped, your hips bucking back into his hips and forcing his fingers to rub delicately over the spongy spot deep inside of you.

"Izuku," you moan when he crooks his fingers again, tilting his head to watch your facial expressions in the mirror when he repeatedly taps his fingers against the spot that has your stomach twitching and thighs tensing up. "P-Please, shit, just fuck me already."

You miss the grin on Izuku's face as he watches your eyes flutter closed when he speeds up the movement of his fingers inside of you, your moans growing higher in pitch until you were completely silent except for panting breaths, lips parted in a pretty 'o'. Then suddenly his fingers are gone, you're violently jerked away from the orgasm he had nearly ripped from you and you try to glare at him through the mirror to which he just shrugs.

"You did ask for it," and his eyebrows raise when you ready yourself to speak back, to snip at the man who was playing with your orgasm for enjoyment before he's thrusting his cock into you in one fluid motion. You gasp before it rolls into a long moan, your hand tightens the grip it has on the marble counter whilst the other helps with pushing you back against Izuku to try and somehow take all of him inside of you deeper.

Izuku keeps his hands on your waist, fingers clutching at the fabric of your dress whilst his chin is dipped to his chest watching intently at the way he disappears into your slick cunt. "Shit," he groans finally, huffing out a breath he hadn't seemed to notice he was holding once his hips are flush with your ass. His hands move downwards, thumbs hooking either side of your ass to pull you apart for him, to see the way you clench around him fruitlessly to pull him in further. You were perfection, "Such a perfect pussy."

His thrusts are fluid after that, a practised movement that has both of your minds going blank. Just filled with the devotion to fuck one another into oblivion, to help each other reach their own slice of heaven. You finally look up into the mirror, just to see Izuku was already looking directly at you through the mirror and his eyebrows twitch, gaze hardening the longer he holds eye contact with you. His thrusts grow harsher, the slapping sound almost violent and the wet squelch of your cunt gushing around his cock is disgusting, downright filthy. Yet neither of you can think of that, not with the tension building between the two of you.

Izuku dips down slightly, a large meaty hand grabbing one of your thighs to bring up your leg to prop it against the counter and you have to remove your hand from the mirror to cover your mouth to smother the scream that wanted to escape. The angle was made to hit against your g-spot, to have your vision darkening around the edges and your mind a fuzzy blanket that shrouded you in a hazy warmth. "Cum for me angel," the pet name rolls off his tongue far too easily, and neither of you are able to unpack what that could mean whilst he fucks into you, fingers now swirling against your puffy clit that brings upon your rapture.

You squeal into your hand, sucking in a deep breath through your nose and your eyes roll back. The orgasm is a violent one, hitting you like a wave would against rocks, it has your walls squeezing and twitching around his cock trying to milk him for all he's worth whilst legs tremble, hips bucking up to try and get away from the hand that wouldn't give up on playing with your clit. "Good girl, you did so well for me."

"Gonna fill this pussy now, yeah? Gonna let me fuck you full of my cum?" he's rambling now, babbling on about how you'd look so good with his cum leaking from your sloppy pussy, you can't help but clench around him, Izuku's voice tapering off into a low groan and his hips thrusting a little more aggressively causing the edge of the counter to press harshly into your thighs, the angle is still just as head spinning now that he's fucking into you with the purpose to make himself cum.

And he does finally cum, the whine from his throat doesn't match the large frame that nearly curls over you from the force of his orgasm. His cock twitches ruthlessly against your walls, and each rope of cum feels thick and hot, coating you from the inside until you can feel it being pushed forcibly from around his cock and down along your thigh.

The air is quiet for a moment, just the intense breathing from the both of you before Izuku is the first to break the silence with a delicate kiss on your shoulder, then your neck. "I didn't go too far did I, angel?" his voice was different from the way he had spoken to you all evening, no longer a stranger but rather your boyfriend of four years.

You smile at him through the mirror, his eyes that gooey type that tells you he's spent. "No baby, you did good," he lays another kiss to your shoulder before he's pushing off of you and leaving you empty whilst he goes and grabs the toilet paper to clean up the mess between your thighs.

"Though you did nearly break character," you smirk at the wide-eyed look he gives you.

"I did? I didn't even notice."

You hum, nodding a little whilst shimmying your panties back up and turning to look up at Izuku with a dopey smile. "Yeah, called me angel when you wanted me to cum," and he somehow manages to blush, intensifying the freckles dotting his face and you can't help but laugh. The man was a big softie deep down.

"C'mon, let's go before someone breaks down the door or something." you pat his chest gently, turning towards the door and he's hot on your tail with a kiss to your head when you stop to check if the coast was clear.

➼ 'kinktober 2022 masterlist

#midoriya izuku smut #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha x you #midoriya smut #midoriya izuku x you #midoriya x you #midoriya izuku oneshot #midoriya izuku imagine #izuku smut #bnha x fem!reader #bnha oneshots #mha smut #bnha x self insert #bnha smut #vampyrsm kinktober 2022

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aquafury · 3 days

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encyclopedia of mha rp

♯┆canon characters .ᐟ ★

todoroki - @elysian-boy

deku - @deku-midoriya

bakugo - @numberonedynamight

kirishima - @redriotss

kaminari - now open for tumblr but not on discord!!

iiida,uraraka, jirou, and mina are coming to be !!

♯┆the ocs .ᐟ ★

mori - @aquafury

sunni - @sunshift-tried

callie - @thecupidangel

roxxie - @blaxkfirre

amorrette - @amorettexoxo

emerson - @heartsfortarot

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winxanity-ii · 4 months

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𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄

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ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff? angst?? Should i just create my own genre, lol

‌🇷‌🇦‌🇹‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌: non-explicit(?)Idk y'all i made this kinda edgy

🇵‌🇴‌🇻‌: 2nd person; You/Your

🇩‌🇪‌🇸‌🇨‌🇷‌🇮‌🇵‌🇹‌🇮‌🇴‌🇳‌: in which, the world you knew, the hierarchies you trusted, and the persona you donned are all called into question by a single, impulsive act.

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🇦‌/🇳‌‌: Y'all forgive me, I wanted to be mean to deku🫣 also, inspired by one of my fav bloggers @yanderenightmare AMAZING Alpha!Katsuki x Omega!Reader oneshot here. Plz check it out, y'all it's so well written i wanna snort it like coke 😩❤️❤️

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You've always known you were destined for greatness, coming from a long line of superhero alphas whose feats were the stuff of legend. From the moment you could understand the world around you, your ears were filled with tales of valor and strength, stories of how your ancestors used their formidable quirks to save lives and maintain peace.

It was no surprise, then, that on your 5th birthday, amidst the excitement and anticipation, your own quirk manifested, revealing an ability to manipulate plants, control their growth at will, and harness their natural forces.

This power was not just an extension of your being; it was a testament to the lineage you hailed from, a legacy you were born to continue.

With each passing year, your pride swelled. It became not just a part of you but defined you. By the time you presented as an alpha on your 15th birthday, you were fully entrenched in the belief system that had been passed down through generations.

The world, as you saw it, was divided among alphas, betas, and omegas, with alphas reigning supreme. To you, it was the natural order of things, a hierarchy that had always been and would always be.

High school became your kingdom, a place where you could assert your dominance, surrounded by beta and alpha lackeys who hung on your every word, eager to witness your next act of superiority.

You thrived on the attention, on the power it gave you, wearing each detention like a badge of honor, a symbol of your unyielding spirit and refusal to conform.

It was just another ordinary day when you caught sight of her, Uraraka, a small, timid omega girl trying to navigate the crowded hallway on her way to lunch. Her mere presence felt like an unwitting challenge to your authority. "Oh, Uraraka," you hissed, her name rolling off your tongue with a predatory sneer, as you backed her into a corner. "Always trying to blend in, aren't you? But we both know that's impossible for someone like you."

Her eyes widened, a clear sign of her fear, as she stuttered your name in reply, looking down with her shoulders hunched in a vain attempt to make herself smaller, to disappear from your imposing presence.

"H-Hi, L/N-san," Uraraka managed, her voice barely above a whisper, betraying the turmoil swirling inside her.

"Oh, come now, Uraraka, you don't need to be so formal with me," you cooed mockingly, watching as she curled further in on herself, as if trying to escape your gaze by sheer will. "We're just having a friendly chat, aren't we?" Your words dripped with sarcasm, each one designed to undermine her already wavering confidence.

The sight of her, so vulnerable and afraid, only spurred you on. "It's just, I can't help but notice how... out of place you seem among us. It's almost as if you don't belong here." Your tone was casual, as if you were commenting on the weather, but the underlying malice was clear.

Uraraka's response was to curl in on herself even more, if that was possible, her arms wrapping around her books like a shield against your words. Her attempt to make herself smaller, to hide from your scrutiny, only made her stand out more in the crowded hallway.

"You’re an Omega. You know that means you’re nothing to us Alphas, right? You're here for nothing but our will and pleasure," you taunted, your canines flashing in a display of undisputed dominance. The predatory glint in your eyes mirrored the sharpness of your words, each syllable aimed to wound.

"And useless—don’t forget how dumb they are without us!" chimed in one of your beta lackeys, his laughter echoing your own, fueling your disdain and sharpening your smile. His contribution was like adding fuel to the fire, encouraging you to continue the barrage of insults, enjoying the power you wielded over Uraraka with just a few cruel words.

"Yeah, always stumbling over your own feet, aren't you, Uraraka? It's like watching a toddler." Your chuckle was harsh, imbued with a cruelty that you knew hit deep. You reached out, not to pull at her hair this time, but to lightly tap her forehead, mocking her inability to retaliate. "Remember last time? When you tried to stand up for yourself? That was hilarious."

Her tears, now brimming in her wide, brown eyes, made them glisten, a testament to her vulnerability. The sight, instead of eliciting sympathy, bolstered your sense of superiority. "Y-You're so mean to m-me, Y-Y/N-chan," she hiccuped, her voice quivering like a delicate leaf in the wind, pressing herself further into the wall as if it could shield her from your words.

Your moment of triumph was abruptly interrupted by a sharp "Hey!" Turning your head, you saw him—Aizawa, an omega teacher, yet his presence commanded a respect that even the alphas hesitated to challenge.

Your lackeys, ever the cowards when actual confrontation loomed, scattered, leaving you standing alone. "Tch, pussies," you hissed under your breath, rolling your eyes at their retreating backs.

With a heavy sigh, you recognized the end of your entertainment and pushed yourself away from the tearful omega. "Here we go," you muttered, bracing yourself for the inevitable lecture. Despite Aizawa's omega status, there was an undeniable aura of authority around him, a quiet strength that demanded attention and obedience.

His face, usually impassive, now bore a frown of disappointment, his gaze barely glancing over Uraraka's tearful, shaking form before locking eyes with you. "Detention," he stated simply, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

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☆ Letting out a string of curses under your breath, you storm out of the detention room, the school corridors bathed in an orange glow as the sun begins to set. The scolding from Aizawa for bullying, followed by an after-school detention, didn't phase you in the slightest. What truly irked you was the inconvenience of missing the scheduled bus ride, which meant a long walk home from school.

Still simmering with anger, you couldn't help but wonder how Aizawa had managed to catch you in the act. It was usually an alpha or beta teacher patrolling the halls, and they always let you off with a mere slap on the wrist, dismissing your behavior as "growing hormones." But this time, it was different. Aizawa had given you a thorough chewing out, emphasizing how unfair it was to use your secondary gender against Uraraka and lecturing about "respect" and other ideals you tuned out with a grumble.

You couldn't help but wonder if someone had tipped him off.

As you were about to round the corner, a familiar timid voice caught your attention. "T-thank you for alerting the staff, once again."

"It was no issue, but you need to understand I'm not going to always be around. You have to start standing up for yourself," replied a voice you didn't recognize.

Curiosity piqued, you peeked around the corner only to find Uraraka standing before a stranger. From your vantage point, you could only see his back and the unmistakable fluffy green hair.

Uraraka stuttered out another thank you, giving him a short bow before hurrying away. You watched, hidden from view, as the figure turned back to his locker to pack up for the day. The sight of his side profile, as he obliviously continued with his routine, only fueled your anger further. How dare he interfere and get you in trouble? Who did he think he was? Watching him leave, you made a silent vow to remember his face, to exact revenge when the opportunity presented itself.

The encounter with the nameless savior did more than just bruise your ego; it sparked a fiery obsession within you. His unassuming demeanor and fluffy green hair, coupled with his audacity to challenge your authority, marked him as your next target.

In the weeks that followed your initial encounter, your focus on him sharpened to an obsession. Every moment not spent in class or detention was dedicated to gathering information on him.

It was during lunch one day, as you sat in the crowded cafeteria, that you spotted him again. He was on the other end, sitting alone, his lunch tray in front of him as he pored over a notebook, completely engrossed in whatever he was writing. The sight of him, isolated yet content in his solitude, piqued your interest even further.

In a moment of passing curiosity, you leaned over to a Beta—Kaminari—sitting next to you, one of the many who sought to curry favor with you. "Who's that?" you asked nonchalantly, your nod was subtle as you directed his attention towards the greenette without making it obvious.

The Beta's eyes lit up at the opportunity to provide information, eager to gain your attention and perhaps, your approval.

Darting his eyes towards the aforementioned male, then quickly back to you, a frown forms on Kaminari's face as if the topic left a bad taste in his mouth. "That's Izuku Midoriya," he said, his voice laced with a hint of disdain. "He's an Omega, but thinks he's something special. Always going on about being a hero, as if he could ever stand a chance."

Interest piqued, you continued to watch Izuku, your curiosity deepening with the Beta's every word. "He's a target for bullies, especially Katsuki Bakugou. But it's his own fault, always trying to play the hero, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong," he added, his frown deepening.

The mention of Katsuki, an alpha known for his volatile temperament, intrigued you further. "Bakugou, huh?" you mused, more to yourself than to the Beta beside you.

"Yeah, and Midoriya just takes it. Never fights back. Thinks he's being noble or something," Kaminari scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval. "It's pathetic, really. He's delusional, thinks he can actually challenge an alpha and make a difference."

This newfound information provided by the Beta painted a complex picture of Izuku that was both intriguing and slightly infuriating. Here was an Omega who dared to dream beyond his societal station, exhibiting a resilience and determination that was, in its own way, admirable. Yet, according to the Beta, his actions were seen as foolish, a futile attempt at heroism.

As you turned your attention back to your meal, your thoughts churned.

Your gaze lingered on Izuku for a few moments longer before you turned back to your meal, your thoughts racing. The more you mulled over the Beta's words, the more your initial intrigue twisted into disdain. Knowing Izuku was an Omega, the very notion that he dared to challenge the societal hierarchy—and by extension, you—ignited a deeper sense of animosity within you. How dare he dream beyond his station, and more audaciously, act in ways that subtly defied the unspoken rules that governed your world?

The very idea that Izuku, with his quiet demeanor and lofty aspirations, could consider standing up to the likes of you or even imagine himself as a hero was almost laughable. It was a direct affront to the natural order, to the superiority you had been taught from birth was your birthright as an Alpha. His existence, and the pitying yet somehow respectful tone of the Beta as he spoke of Izuku's heroics, felt like a challenge to your authority, to the very foundations of your beliefs.

As lunch continued, you found yourself stealing glances at Izuku, each look fueling your growing resentment. His mere presence, the way he carried himself with a quiet confidence, unaware of or perhaps indifferent to the social turmoil around him, grated on you. In your world, Omegas were subservient, not silently rebellious or aspirational beyond the roles prescribed to them. Izuku's defiance, however passive, was a blemish on the natural hierarchy you upheld.

You resolved then, with a cold certainty, to put Izuku Midoriya in his place. It wasn't just about reasserting your dominance anymore; it was about reinforcing the very principles that you believed made the world turn. If Izuku represented a challenge to those principles, then it was your duty, as an Alpha and as a defender of the status quo, to quash that challenge.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and pulling you from your reverie. As you stood up, tossing your trash into the bin, your mind was already weaving plans.

Izuku Midoriya, you're gonna learn your place...one way or another.

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Finally, you found the right time to confront him. It was a regular day, the sun setting, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink as clubs dispersed for the evening. You had meticulously positioned yourself near Izuku's locker, blending in with the dwindling crowd, waiting for the moment he would come to pack up for home.

Sure enough, as the hallway began to empty, Izuku appeared, his steps quiet and measured. He didn't notice you at first, too focused on gathering his things. But when he turned to leave, that's when you chose to step out from around the corner.

"Midoriya, was it?" you called out, your voice loud enough to cut through the lingering chatter of departing students. You made your way closer to him, your steps deliberate, each one echoing ominously in the almost empty corridor.

Immediately, you sought to intimidate him, a tactic you knew all too well. With a swift movement, you pushed his belongings out of his hands, scattering papers and books across the floor, effectively cornering him further into his locker.

Despite the fact he was taller than you, his slouched frame made him seem as if he was trying to hide away, wanting to be anywhere else but here. His reaction was exactly what you expected, yet there was a hint of something in his eyes that you couldn't quite place—was it defiance? Courage? Or merely resignation to yet another confrontation?

"It's come to my attention that you've been playing hero again," you began, your tone dripping with mockery, each word designed to belittle. "Standing up for those who can't stand up for themselves?" You drawled the word 'hero' out slowly, inflecting it with scorn, ridiculing the very essence of heroism—a concept you found utterly ridiculous in a world governed by the strict dynamics of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas.

Your smirk widened as you leaned in, eager to see his reaction to the bait you were laying out before him.

"How dare you even think of being a hero and saving others when you can't even save yourself from a simple bully? Katsuki, if I'm not mistaken, yeah?" Your words were calculated, aiming to undermine his sense of self and heroism.

Mentioning Katsuki was a low blow, an attempt to remind Izuku of his vulnerabilities and failures. You observed him closely, looking for any sign of hurt or hesitation, any indication that your words had found their mark.

This seemed to set Izuku off. His usually slouched frame straightened, and he turned around to face you, his expression unreadable. "Everyone deserves someone to stand up for them, no matter their status," Izuku replied, his voice steady and firm, a stark contrast to the mocking tone you had used.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing off the walls of the nearly empty hallway. "And what about you, Midoriya? Who stands up for you?" You stepped closer, deliberately invading his personal space, aiming to intimidate. "Seems to me like you could use someone to protect you from, well, people like me."

There was a slight narrowing of Izuku's eyes, a subtle but clear indication of his annoyance or perhaps determination. However, his stance remained unchanged, unwavering in the face of your provocation. "I don't need protection. Not from you or anyone else," he declared, his voice carrying a quiet confidence that seemed to fill the space between you.

The boldness of his statement took you by surprise. It was unexpected, coming from someone you perceived to be just another Omega, someone who, by all accounts, should have been easy to dominate and intimidate.

Yet here he was, standing his ground, challenging the very foundations of the hierarchy you had been taught to uphold.

The audacity of his response fueled your anger further. With a swift movement, you pushed him into the locker, nose flaring as you gripped the front of his uniform. "Careful, Omega, you might wanna watch your tone. Because from where I'm standing, you look pretty cornered to me," you purr, your eyes narrowed to slits, expecting him to cower under your grip.

But in a flash, the roles reversed. Izuku's quick movement was wholly unexpected, and before you knew it, you were the one pressed against the wall, his forearm against your chest.

"I'm tired of people like you thinking they're so much better than everyone else because of some perceived status. Power isn't determined by your status. It's how you choose to wield it." Izuku's voice was calm, but there was a sharpness to it that cut through you. "You think you can intimidate and bully others just because you're an Alpha? That's not strength. That's weakness"

Feeling your inner Alpha bristle at this, you prepared to push him off, to reclaim your position. But then, Izuku did something completely unexpected, something that no amount of physical strength could have prepared you for.

He leaned in closer, invading your personal space in a way that was almost confrontational, yet it wasn't his proximity that disarmed you—it was the sudden wave of his Omega pheromones that enveloped you, weaving around you like an invisible force.

The scent was immediate and overwhelming, strikingly fresh and minty with an undeniably “green” essence to it. It was like standing in the heart of a rainforest just after a heavy downpour, surrounded by the lush, vibrant life of countless plants and trees, their leaves heavy with dew.

The smell of early morning grass, wet and alive, filled your nostrils, inexplicably drawing you in, making your mouth water and your gums tingle with a tender sensation as your canines instinctively elongated, reacting to the potent biological cues Izuku's pheromones were sending.

As the scent enveloped you, a warmth unfurled in your lower stomach, a sensation both foreign and intoxicating. It was as if Izuku's pheromones were reaching out, threading through your aggression to soothe and tame it, leaving you feeling unexpectedly vulnerable.

His smirk, slight and knowing, seemed to say he was fully aware of the effect he was having on you, challenging the very notion of Alpha superiority with nothing but his natural Omega essence.

"You know," he began, his voice now, carrying a weight that demanded attention, "I've been watching you. Your arrogance, your belief in your own superiority... it's quite telling."

He took a step closer, his presence enveloping you in a way that felt both intrusive and enlightening. "I've never understood why Alphas like you are so haughty, acting as if they're the epitome of strength and power."

You found yourself unable to move, not just because of the physical barrier he had placed between you and freedom moments ago, but because of the invisible hold his presence now commanded.

Izuku leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper yet loud enough to echo in the now silent hallway, carrying a mix of amusement and a hint of something more profound,. "The truth is, Alphas like you bend to the will of Omegas like me."

Before you could process his words fully, Izuku reached out, his fingers deftly catching a curl of your hair, twirling it gently. The proximity allowed him to lean in close, his nose just inches from the side of your neck, where your scent gland pulsed with a mix of emotions. The intimacy of the gesture, the invasion of personal space was disarming, and you found yourself frozen, caught in the intensity of the moment.

His eyes, a clear and penetrating gaze, met yours as he pulled back, leaving a trail of confusion and an unexpected desire for more of his insight. "Since you want to have control so bad," Izuku said, his voice lowering, laced with a challenge, "then I'll show you how it feels to lose that control." His eyes flashed the distinctive Omega yellow.

Instinctively, your eyes flashed red in response.

Yet, despite your anger and the primal urge to assert your dominance, Izuku's pheromones had done their work, leaving you momentarily incapacitated, unable to act on your aggression.

Izuku leaned down, his eyes lidding as a wicked smirk grew on his lips. "Oh, what's wrong? Not so big now, huh?" he cooed, running his nose along the slope of your scent glands, an action so intimate and provocative that it sent a shiver down your spine.

His voice, laced with a mocking tone, cut through the haze of pheromones that had clouded your senses, sharpening the humiliation of being so thoroughly outmaneuvered by an Omega.

The proximity, his scent mingling with yours, the heat of his breath against your skin—it was all designed to disorient and dominate, to showcase his control over the situation. The irony wasn't lost on you; in this moment, Izuku, the supposed weak Omega, held all the power, leaving you, the Alpha, completely at his mercy.

His actions, so bold and unyielding, were unlike anything you had ever experienced. They challenged not just your physical dominance but your very understanding of the dynamics between Alphas and Omegas. Izuku was rewriting the rules, showing you that the real power lay not in brute strength or societal labels, but in one's ability to influence and control the emotions and actions of others.

Izuku pulls back, the intensity of the moment hanging thick between you. His lips curve into a half-smile, an expression of satisfaction or perhaps amusement at the effect he's had on you. "I kinda like you like this, quiet, pliant," he hums, his gaze leisurely raking over your form. You stand there, panting slightly, a testament to the tumultuous effect his pheromones have had on you.

You hadn't anticipated the power of Izuku's natural essence to impact you so profoundly; it was as if an internal battle was raging within you. On one side, your Alpha instincts screamed for dominance, to regain control over the situation, to not be swayed by an Omega. Yet, on the other, Izuku's pheromones left you willing.

Izuku hummed to himself again, muttering practically 100 miles an hour, deliberating on what to do next. Finally, after a few moments, his eyes snapped back to you, lips pulling into a wicked smile. "Hm, since you were so willing earlier to protect me from Kaachan, how about you stay true to your words, huh?" he sarcastically asked with a tilt of his head.

Before you could react, Izuku forced your mouth open, tilted your head back, showcasing your elongated canines. It was seconds before you realized what he was doing, but before you could move, he tilted his head further, yanking you to him, making you mark his neck.

The sensation was electrifying, overwhelming every sense you had. Your body acted on its own, instinct taking over as you felt your canines sink into his skin. The moment was brief, yet it felt like an eternity, marking him in the most primal way an Alpha could claim an Omega.

The rush of emotions and sensations was unlike anything you had experienced before. Heat coursed through your veins, spreading a warmth that felt both comforting and invigorating. It was as if every fiber of your being was alive, buzzing with an energy that connected you to Izuku in a way words could never explain.

As your teeth punctured his skin, a connection instantly formed between you two, a bond that was both ancient and immediate. It was a tether that pulled you closer to him, not just physically but on a deeper, more instinctual level.

Your protective instincts, which had lain dormant, now surged to the forefront of your mind, chanting a relentless mantra of 'mine, mine, mine, mine.' This wasn't just a physical claim; it was an emotional one, marking him as yours in a way that left no room for doubt.

Your arms subconsciously tugged on Izuku, bringing him even closer, as if trying to merge him into your very essence. You bit down harder, not out of aggression, but to solidify this newfound connection, to make it known to both him and yourself that this bond was irrevocable. It was a moment of pure primal assertion, your Alpha instincts fully taking over, dictating your actions with an intensity that was almost foreign to you.

As soon as the act was done, Izuku stepped back, a hand gently touching the spot you marked, his eyes gleaming with that omega yellow. "See, not so good being on the other end, is it?" His voice was laced with a victorious tone, yet there was an undercurrent of something else—something that didn't match the triumphant look in his eyes.

You stood there, shocked, your own eyes still flashing red, a mix of anger and confusion swirling within you. The implications of what just happened began to dawn on you slowly, the reality that you just marked an Omega—a clear sign of claiming him as yours.

What were you going to do now? The school's dynamics would shift undoubtedly once word got out. Typically, the marking of an Omega by an Alpha was a significant event, often announced and accompanied by a period of courtship, a public declaration of mutual respect and intention.

But this? This was entirely different. An Alpha marking an Omega out of the blue, especially under such unconventional and unexpected circumstances, was unheard of. And not just any Omega, but Izuku Midoriya, the one Omega who had stood up to you, challenged you in a way no one else dared.

Your interactions with Izuku had been minimal at best, characterized more by conflict than any form of camaraderie or courtship. The school would be buzzing with rumors and speculation, none of which would likely be favorable or understanding of the situation's complexity.

Izuku adjusted his uniform, the wicked smile never leaving his face. "Well, I guess this changes things, doesn't it? I'm curious to see how you'll handle this." With that, he picked up his things, leaving you alone in the corridor, your mind racing with thoughts.

You were so used to being in control, to having others bend to your will. Yet here you were, outmaneuvered by an Omega who not only challenged you but also forced you into a situation that you never imagined possible.

As you watched Izuku walk away, a part of you knew this was only the beginning. You had to figure out what this meant for you, for him, and for whatever strange, twisted relationship you now found yourselves in. The school, your friends, your family—they would all have opinions on this, but for now, all you could do was stand there, trying to process the whirlwind of events that just unfolded.

This was not how you expected your day to end, marked by an Omega, your pride wounded, yet a part of you couldn't help but feel intrigued by what Izuku said. What did this mean for you? And more importantly, how were you going to face him tomorrow?

**omg y'all, i got it bad for izuku, but let me know if you'd like a part 2 👀

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dekustowel · 2 years

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synopsis - in which, izuku midoriya, class 2A’s resident sweetheart, agrees to help you catch the eye of your crush, the infamously stoic, shoto todoroki. it should be easy enough, right? izuku is todoroki’s best friend and feelings aren’t that hard to catch. that might just be the problem.

pairing - midoriya izuku x fem!reader (ft. a dash of todoroki shoto x fem!reader)

genre - crack + fluff + a pinch of angst :)

status - completed

started - august 8th, 2022

ended - january 4th, 2024

an: midoriya izuku getting the recognition he deserves.

y/n and her 5 disciples the problem children

[chapter 1: the one with the announcement]

[chapter 2: the one with the loser with no date]

[chapter 3: the one with the ridiculous plan]

[chapter 4: the one where he messages her first]

[chapter 5: the one where it’s 3 o’clock in the morning]

[chapter 6: the one where she has another brilliant idea]

[chapter 7: the one where he’s given a warning]

[chapter 8: the one with the trial date]

[chapter 9: the one with the consequences of the trial date]

[chapter 10: the one where he has to get over it.]

[chapter 11: the one where something’s wrong with y/n.]

[chapter 12: the one where she changes her mind]

[chapter 13: the one where she realizes]

[chapter 14: the one where the pieces start falling together]

[chapter 15: the one where she reviews music]

[chapter 16: the one where he ends things with her ]

[chapter 17: the one where he realizes]

[chapter 18: the one where they face the music]

[epilouge]

#midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #shoto torodoki #mha textfic #mha midoriya izuku #bnha midoriya izuku #midoriya x you #deku x you #midoriya x self insert #bnha fic #mha fic

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r1ka-kaiy0u · 1 year

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The trio as your boyfriends 💗

characters: izuku midoriya, shōto Todoroki, katsuki bakugō.

genré: fluff

a/n: I'm japanese so idfk anything bout English so Grammer mistakes maybe..

izuku midoriya - ×

• shy asf

• he loves you and cares sm for you

• he introduces you to his momma

• his mom loves you sm <33

• always wants to be with you

• you were probably friends to lovers

• he always takes you on dates

• gets super flustered with chu

• overall super attentive and amaze bf

_______

shoto todoroki - ×

• clueless in a relationship

• he was super sheltered so he's defo never had any previous relationships

• kinda takes awhile to warm up to you

• but once he does he's so sweet to u

• like always asking “ how was you're day dear? ” 🥺

• introduces you to his sister (fuyumi)

• she loves you sm

• won't give a flying fuck if his dad doesn't want u guys to be in a relationship

• will probably keep your guys relationship secret

• overall, he's a super good bf

___________

katsuki bakugō ×

• absolute tsundere

• doesn't accept his feelings for you

• but asks you on a date nonetheless

• will take him awhile to introduce you to his parents

• but his mom loves you and is amazed how you can keep with his attitude

• he acts like he knows what he's doing but is ✨clueless✨

• will get flustered asf in the first few months of your guys relationship

• overall, we stan tsundere katsuki

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✨💗💌🍄🌷🌼🍡🍥 ×

#shoto x reader #fanfic #bnha #bnha comic #bakugou katsuki #fandom #bokugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #midoriya izuku #deku #izuku x y/n #shoto headcanons #shoto torodoki #fluff #cute #bakudeku #reader insert #self interest #idk what im doing

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duxearlier · 1 year

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MIXED FEELINGS

Neito Monoma x Reader

Synopsis: y/n l/n an ordinary college student who is trying their best to just graduate. Though even if they were quite known around the campus there are still some people who disliked them. One being no other than Neito Monoma. So what happens when they get paired up on a project and he changes y/n's life completely?

warning: swearing, bullying, abuse, drinking, suggestive themes, teasing.

genre: collage au, social media au, no quirks, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff

taglist: open

CHAPTER TWO || WHY?

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kajinovaa · 1 year

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working on something for a fren, we poly dating the wonder duo cuz we're so mentally ill for them anyways~

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #gemg dynamight #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #deku #bkdk #dkbk #canon x self insert #cringesonas kek #wip

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dequirkiest · 2 years

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How you found out Izuku likes to be pegged

a/n Inspired by the above linked shitpost by @bnha-simpin-and-pimpin about how Deku sleeps ass up, face down as we have seen many times throughout the show. On your wedding night, you wake up to see him sleeping like this next to you.

y/n afab x Izuku Midoriya

Inspired by a shit post, established relationship, wedding night, pegging, blow jobs, sleeping ass up, light emasculation, no set dynamics, fluff and smut, 18+

Izuku likes to sleep with his face down in a pillow, ass up in the air. It awakens a desire you didn't know you had... and Izuku doesn't seem to mind.

Now that you are sleeping together every night, you notice Izuku always sleeps face down, ass up. He can't seem to sleep any other way. He seems peaceful despite it looking so uncomfortable to you!

The sight of him sleeping like that sets you on edge. You both have had the most amazing sex since you got together, so it's not that you're unsatisfied- there is just something so arousing about the way he sleeps.

Your infatuation with his ass only gets worse the longer you're with him, it's as if he is presenting it for you to have your way with. Years of work outs have made his figure muscular, and you want so badly to reach over and grab him, make him feel good however you can. You have a suspicion that Izuku will like this more than he is willing to admit just yet. You are determined to prove to him you can make him feel better than he has ever felt before, by any means necessary.

You start slow- next time you give him a blow job you ask if you can try something new. You lube up your finger and slowly run it between his legs, circling the tight muscles of his asshole. Each time you suck you brush your finger over the ring making him gasp from the new sensation. When he seems comfortable with the idea and hasn't backed away, you slide your finger in up to the first knuckle and feel his breath hitch. You stick with one finger for now, continuing to suck until he finishes hard and fast.

The next few times you mess around you finger him - starting slow with one and working your way up to three. Now he begs for your fingers in addition to your mouth. His ears turn pink as he begs, "y/n, if you keep fucking me like that I'm going to last much longer... love this, love you so much"

He surprises you by researching and ordering a strap on - correctly guessing how badly you want to use it on him, to see him squirm with pleasure under you. After weeks of being teased with just your fingers, Izuku is more than ready to jump into something bigger.

You tease him the way he teases you before sex, "ass up baby girl, just like you always sleep" and he complies without a second thought, bent over on his hands and knees, hard cock bobbing by his thighs. Even in this pose he is masculine, giving you the best view of his shoulder and back muscles while you work him open. He is flushed from the exertion of holding this position he isn't used to, but he is so lost in your fingers he barely notices the discomfort. You pepper kisses from his hips and up his back to his neck, struggling to reach the top of his taller form.

He hears you tighten the strap around your waist as you make sure the harness sits over your clit. He whimpers as you scratch his back with your fingers, relaxing into your touch. You lube up the strap, making sure your fingers glide over the material smoothly.

" Ready Izuku? Relax for me, I'm going to start pushing in now baby. I love you Izuku, going to make you feel so good I promise. Going to fuck you so good Izuku".

It's a lot more work than you expected, aiming to hit his prostate with each elongated thrust. The extra work is worth it to see Izuku laid out in front of you, overcome with pleasure as you pound into him with your strap.

He begs you for more, each thrust pulling a moan from his mouth. The more you encourage him, the more he moans out praise "Feels incredible y/n...I never thought it would feel this good...please keep going"

You reach around and manage to grab his cock in your hand, stroking in time with your thrusts. Izuku is so close, you can tell by the way he squeezes his eyes shut just before his orgasm. He is shaking as you encourage him to keep going.

"Cum on my cock Izuku, I know you want to. Fucking cum for me Izuku, just like this. I want to feel you cum around my cock". You babble as he tips over into pleasure and you help him work through his orgasm.

When you're both blissed out and snuggling in bed, you can't help but think about how this all started from that goofy sleeping position he is always in. You always knew your Deku would enjoy being a bottom.

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xx-sleepybunny-xx · 1 year

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A Lame Confession

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

This is kinda bad. When I first thought of it, it was a lot better but it turned out not as good as I hoped. Hope you guys like it anyway!

Y/n = Your Name

F/s = Favorite Scent

You flopped over onto Todoroki’s lap. He glanced down at you, you were still staring emptily into the distance.

“Are you alright?”

“Hmm” you hummed eyes becoming more focused, but you still looked distracted.

“Why do you ask?”

You murmured eyes shifting over to look at him.

“No reason.”

Your eyebrows drew together slightly and confusion flickered in your eyes.

Your eyes widened momentarily and you sat up quickly. “ s-sorry” you whispered.

“That’s ok I don’t mind.” Todoroki stated in his usual monotone, although it looked like he smiled just a little bit.

Your face flushed and you quickly looked away.

“If you’re tired, you can rest your head on my shoulder.”

Your gaze slid to him, “Are you sure? You don’t mind?”

Shoto shook his head lightly, “Not at all, go ahead.”

You shifted a bit closer to him, until your knees were touching his, and then slowly lowered your head to rest on his shoulder.

“Thank you.” You whispered quietly, feeling only a little embarrassed and self conscious.

“You’re welcome.”

You could hear the smile in his voice when he said that.

The two of you sat in silence for a few quiet moments, Shoto enjoying his book, and you enjoying the calm, restful, silence, and the warmth of Shoto’s shoulder against your cheek. Although, of course, the quiet moment didn’t last long.

“HEY ICEY HOT!!!!!”

“Kachan please quiet down!”

“SHUT IT DEKU!!!”

“Kachan, seriously, quite down!”

You lifted your head from Shoto’s shoulder and glanced towards the end of the hall, which was without a doubt, where Bakugo and Izuku were currently fighting. You shifted away from Todoroki, in case he didn’t want the other two to see you sitting so close together.

Shoto glanced at you, brow furrowed, “Something wrong?”

You shook your head, hair swaying slightly and partially falling into your eyes.

“I just didn’t think you’d want them to see us sitting like that, because… uh… well.. in case… Y’know.. they, maybe, get.. the wrong idea…”

You trailed off, realizing how awkward you sounded. Todoroki blinked, and you could see from the look on his face, that he was trying to process what you had just said.

He looked into your eyes and paused, you blinked, “What is i-“

Shoto reached out a hand and brushed some flyaway strands of hair out of your eyes.

You flushed bright red and dipped your head down, staring at your hands in your lap.

“Hey,”

You slid your gaze up to meet his.

“I told you before that I didn’t mind. Why do you think that would change?”

You shrugged lamely, “I guess I thought that you only did it because there was no one around to see.”

A flicker of determination, or something like that, flashed through Todoroki’s eyes and you let out a small yelp as he pulled you backwards into his chest, both arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

You squirmed slightly in his grip, the flush on your face had spread to your neck and ears, and your breathing was uneven. “T-Todoroki, c-come on! What are you d-doing!”

“I don’t care if there’s anyone else around to see or not! I enjoy spending time with you, I enjoy your company, and the way you smile and your cheeks get red when you’re flustered, I love how your eyes sparkle when you notice something you like, I love how you always smell like (F/s) and I love you.”

For a moment, one short moment, you were absolutely silent, frozen in shock. What?! He- wha- he said- Todoroki- but- what- how- he just- why- and then finally your malfunctioning brain was able to put together a coherent sentence Shoto…… loves me?

You repeated the sentence again in your head, Shoto loves me. The thought finally sunk in and you snapped your head towards Shoto, eyes wide, mouth agape, and, although you didn’t know it, a light dusting of pink on your cheeks.

“You- I- but why- You like me?”

You managed to stutter out a half way coherent sentence.

Shoto smiled softly, “I don’t like you snowflake,” he leaned forward and kissed the tip of your nose, “I love you.”

He gave you a quick peck on the lips. You sat absolutely still, for what could’ve been seconds or minutes or even hours, but eventually you murmured

“I… I love you too Todoroki.”

“THAT WAS THE LAMEST CONFESSION I’VE EVER HEARD! YOU TWO DIDN’T EVEN MAKE OUT OR ANYTHING!”

“KACHAN!!!!”

“WHAT?!”

“You Can’t Just Say Stuff Like That!”

“WHY THE HELL NOT!”

“Because it’s rude!”

“Tsk, whatever.”

You turned to face Izuku and Bakugo, your face as red as Shoto’s hair.

You tried to slip out of Shoto’s grasp but he wouldn’t let you. You turned away, embarrassed that you were sitting on Shoto’s lap in front of your two best friends, who had also just heard your confession.

Shoto kissed the back of neck and your blush grew until your ears were as red as your face.

Izuku was the first person to break the silence,v“Congratulations you two! I always knew you could do it Y/n!”

Your blush faded a bit, but when you saw the way Izuku was looking at you, it quickly redoubled.“Thanks Izu.”

You were definitely going to be having a long conversation with your friends later, which would be very fun for them and very embarrassing for you.

Shoto pressed a kiss to your temple,v“I’m glad I told you.”

“Me too.”

“SERIOUSLY! Are you two gonna make out or not?!”

“KACHAN!!!”

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vampyrsm · 2 years

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'voice of an angel' (2.1k) izuku midoriya x female reader

warnings: auralism (sexually aroused by sound), phone sex, mutual masturbation, praise, established relationship, pet names angel & baby used

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Long distance was hard.

Izuku knew that, and yet every time he was sent away for the month-long missions he felt his heart break a little bit when he saw your saddened expression when you waved him off at the airport. It wasn't the fear of never coming home that had both of you upset, but rather the unbreakable bond the two of you had formed over the years spent together.

Yet, he still couldn't get enough of you and he wasn't going to let the 2,000 miles difference get in the way of that.

Izuku knew it wouldn't be much later for you than it was for him, he was only in Hong Kong for a mission, hardly two thousand miles and just an hour difference but still he felt a little bad when he was laid out on his bed in his fancy hotel room, arm tucked behind his head to hold his phone between a large bicep and his ear whilst he waited for you to pick up.

"'Zuku?" you asked, and his stomach tightened a little at the tired tone you had, you must've just gotten to asleep and here he was waking you up with less than pure intentions.

"Hi angel, sorry did I wake you?" he bit the fat of his bottom lip when you yawned and groaned stretching out your body, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head. It had only been two weeks but that was far too long for the number two hero.

He heard a shuffle of blankets, and then a huff. "Yeah, but it's okay, you know I always wanna talk to you 'zuku." and doesn't he know that's the truth. Every time he goes away on a mission, you are always quick to answer the call no matter the time difference and he loves you a little bit more if that were even possible every time you tell him that.

"How'd your day go? You had that big meeting, didn't you?" Izuku asks, shifting a little on the bed as his empty hand trailed across his exposed chest, and down along his stomach. All he can imagine is you doing it for him, you always had such a soft touch with your pretty acrylic nails and shy smile when he shivered as you passed over his nipples.

He can hear you talking in his ear about your day, about your meeting and how your boss is still a bit mean to you and he does know he should be listening. But his hand is wandering by itself, lower and lower until it brushes against his hardening cock beneath his boxers. Just the sound of your voice alone was enough to get him all worked up, the softness of your voice caressing his ear through the speaker of his phone.

"Izuku?" you ask finally, and he has to stop his hand from slipping under the waistband of his boxers for a moment. "Still there?"

"Mhm, of course, angel, just love listenin' to you." you hum in response to that, he can hear a rustle of something again that sounds faintly like the blanket being kicked off of your body and then the click of a light. It's quiet for a few more moments, just the sound of your gentle breathing on the other end of the phone, it wasn't awkward just the act of knowing the other is there on the other side was comforting enough.

Izuku can't stop his hand as it encircles the base of his cock, having pushed down his boxers at some point whilst you were talking about your day. It's aching, weeping from the tip with wasted precum that just yearns to be licked off by your delicate tongue. You always were so good with making sure nothing was wasted, always making sure that every inch of his cock was either covered in your spit or your arousal when you spread yourself wide for him to fuck you into oblivion.

"Miss you," you murmur, and the admission has his cock twitching. Fuck does he miss you too. It hadn't even been all that long considering but it feels like an eternity since he had been buried between your legs.

"Yeah?" it comes out breathier than he'd like, and you go quiet on the other end of the phone at the tone in his voice. "Miss you so much too baby, can't wait to come back home." The grip on himself tightened when you whined, it wasn't even remotely sexual—you were upset about the distance between the two of you—yet Izuku couldn't stop the way his hips bucked up into his own fist, head dropping back onto the fluffed up pillows as it took every muscle in his body to stop himself from openly moaning down the phone to you.

"I'm still not used to sleeping alone," you start, "not the same without you holding me to sleep every night." and he agrees, wholeheartedly. His mind skips over the fact sleeping with you every night brings him a sense of peace but rather it supplies him with every single time he's snuggled up close to your back, thick arms looped around you and your ass sitting so perfectly against his hips has him rolling his eyes back, chewing on his bottom lip once again.

And just when he thinks he might be getting away with the fact he's jerking off to the sound of your voice, "Miss when you'd fuck me to help me fall asleep." Shit. You caught onto him, and his cheeks heat immediately but his hand doesn't falter in the up and down motion he's started.

"Especially when you'd come home late at night, and you'd just slide my panties to the side..." he hears the sigh, a sigh of longing but he can hear the telltale signs of your arousal spiking just as much as his. Izuku finally does groan, letting your words wash over him whilst his thumb strokes over the head of his cock.

"Fuck, angel, I need you so bad." he near enough whines, the hitch of your breath on the other end of the line almost lost in the midst of it. “I need you more than anything in the world. Feels like forever since I’ve been buried between those beautiful thighs.” he’s rambling but he doesn’t care, doesn’t want to stop if he can keep hearing the way you try to keep your moans quiet—to try and hide the fact he’s still got such a hold over you despite the thousands of miles between you.

Izuku sits up, leaning his back against the headboard whilst he puckers his lips, letting the spit dribble between beautifully plump lips until it hits the head of his cock. And he moans, the drastic difference between the heat of his cock and the coolness of his spit reminding him of how you’d always spit on his cock before blowing against it, the cold always made his toes curl.

“‘Zuku, oh fuck,” you moan and then he hears it. It’s faint but he can hear something wet, the sound of your fingers gliding back and forth against your clit and this time his toes do curl for real, head thumping back against the headboard. But he knows you can do better than just the little fingers of yours, he didn’t help you stock an impressive collection of toys for no reason.

“Baby, do me a favour and get your favourite toy for me,” his tone shifts from that whining, needy one and instead into the tone that meant you had no room to argue, to tell him you didn’t need a toy to be satisfied. So you obey, he listens to the drawer slide open and then closed once you grab a box. It’s quiet for a few more moments, just the wet slow stroking noise of his cock before he hears a low buzzing sound. “The vibrator?”

You hum your affirmative, “Good girl, put me on speaker and then down between your legs.” An odd request but too far gone in the mindset of getting to hear your boyfriend cum to just noises alone has you dropping your phone onto the bed between your legs after hitting the speaker button. “Use those fingers to stretch yourself out first beautiful, want you ready for my cock.”

His fist immediately speeds up when he hears your fingers between your thighs, spreading yourself open before dipping two fingers inside. You moan, long and quiet, he knows he should tell you to stop holding back your noises but he’ll get around to making you scream for him sooner rather than later. The wet squelching sound is loud against his ear, his panting breaths just as loud on the other end and the low groan when he squeezes a little tighter around the base of his cock to try and hold himself back longer.

“Please,” you whine and he bites hard on his bottom lip. He can just imagine the look you’re giving him, big doe eyes with a pouty lip, begging him to fuck you until you don’t even know your own name. Just his. “Izuku, please.”

“Please what angel? Hm? Thought I taught you better than that.” he taunts, even though he knows he should just give you what you want, hardly holding onto whatever sanity he has left before he lets himself slip into the grasping hands of his impending orgasm.

“Need more,” you moan, “Need you inside me ‘zuku.” He can fucking hear the pout in your voice, his hips bucking up against his hand and he has to restrain himself from stroking himself to completion.

He rewards your admission with a groan, one that has goosebumps erupting along your skin and a shiver dancing down your spine. “Fuuuck, such a good girl.” Izuku all but moans, giving into the need to move his hand once again. “Go ahead baby, fuck yourself for me.” and he listens to the sound of your fingers slipping out of your wet heat, it’s obscenely loud but he knows he’s heard it louder—usually when he’s been in between your legs for hours, eating you out for his pleasure, not yours.

Izuku can hear the buzz of the vibrator again, sucking in a harsh breath and pressing his ear impossibly closer to the phone speaker to listen to the sound of it being pushed into your pussy, the sound of your loud moan when the vibrations immediately make your legs quiver and your walls tighten around the dildo you’re slowly but surely pushing in until you can’t anymore. “So good for me, taking it so well baby.” he grins when you moan louder than you would’ve liked to over the phone, he’s always had a knack for making you a mess with the way he speaks to you.

No one ever suspects the big gentle giant Izuku Midoriya to be so filthy with his mouth.

It’s not long until he can hear the slick wet sound of you thrusting the toy in and out, even hears the blankets crinkling under your feet when your toes curl. “Oh baby,” you moan, finally finding your tongue despite the lust clouding your mind. “Feels so good, ‘m not gonna last like this.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock like the good girl you are?” his hand gripping a little tighter, biceps tensing and his stomach tightening when you whine, despite the vibrator being buried deep inside of you he can hear how fast it is, how it’s practically shaking your entire lower half. “Yeah you are, c’mon baby. Give it to me,” he grunts, voice dipping low as he grows closer himself.

Your moan grows louder and louder, he thinks he can hear your fingers also gliding over the slick wetness of your clit before you catapult yourself off of the edge and directly into your orgasm. You moan his name so beautifully, he imagines it’s a sound that must be close to what angels sound like. He can’t stop himself now, fully giving into the slice of heaven you had gifted him with your voice alone and letting his stomach tighten, toes curling before his hips buck up aggressively.

Thick white ropes of cum hit his chest, dipping between the dips of his abdominal muscles and dripping along scarred thick fingers that can’t stop from slowly stroking up and down, squeezing the tip to get everything he possibly can from his throbbing cock. “Fuck me, angel, I love you so much.” he breathes, his body finally relaxing despite the sticky mess that’s slowly starting to grow cold on his body.

He smiles when you laugh gently, all airy and light like a fairy. “Love you too ‘zuku,” and he lets his eyes close for a moment, just to bask in the post-orgasmic state between the two of you. He thinks he can last the next two weeks until he can head back home to you, to show you just how much he’s really missed you.

“But if you call me again at 3am just to jerk off, I will hang up.”

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