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Day 2 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: while visiting to drop off your husband's bento, he pulls you into his lap to give himself a little stress relief during work.

Props to my beta for today @sasualblxd - thank you so much again! <3

-1,055 words.

Buff, muscled arms hold you down by your waist, circled around you and sat firmly in place. The both of you sit in his office at work, the bento box you had dropped by to gift him with sat waiting for him on the desk neatly, set aside for lunch.

Daylight spills through the gaps in the blinds while the sound of pen scratching on paper is filtered to the back of your mind, the only thing occupying your thoughts right now being your husband.

Keening whines slip past your bitten, plumped lips as you shift on Izuku's lap, causing a hand to trail back to your waist from where it was rested at your belly and hold you firmly. You can't even see if you've affected him in the slightest.

His breath on your neck is even, though it still raises the tiny hairs there and gives you goosebumps. It feels like every sense has been dialed all the way up to eleven, every press of his chest against your back or twitch of his fingers setting you alight.

Warmth pools in Izuku's lap, where the two of you are currently connected, and you have no idea how the poor man's jeans are going to survive the flow of slick that leaks down his cock. You're soaked.

You had soaked through your underwear before he even took his pants off.

It was just a nice, simple gesture. Bring him his lunch, because he left it on the counter on accident. You didn't mean for it to turn into this.

He had beckoned you closer with a curl of his fingers as you were just about to leave, taking your wrist in his hand and guiding you slowly to sit on his lap. At first you were a little bit bashful, giggling at him and telling him to get on with his work, but then his expression had darkened. He gave you a mischievous smirk that had you melting in seconds, and for a minute you're stuck thinking about how much he's grown from that shy, awkward boy into someone much more confident, more himself.

That is, until you felt his lips press a soft kiss at your neck, accompanied by a hand up your skirt. Immediately you were bright red, eyes wide and jaw clamped shut as his hand slid further up your thigh. The pads of his fingers were a little rough from scarring, but otherwise soft and very gentle against smooth skin, carressing stretch marks as they ascended.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, his fingers pressed against the soft fabric of your new underwear and slowly massaged the warmth beneath. It didn't take much for your breath to shorten and your underwear to darken with slick, and your legs shook a little as you sat across his lap, half facing him. You slapped your hands over your face to hide your expression, and keep him from observing you, but that just wouldn't do for him, and he easily pulled the offending appendages away. Sometimes you forget how much muscle is hidden beneath that baby-face of his.

He chuckled at your squirmy reaction, tearful eyes locking with his and giving him that much more satisfaction. He really could be a horrible tease when he wanted to.

The hand at your pussy started to rub a little harder, pressing down over the panties to dip into you a little and leave you grinding down against his lap and fingers for more, and soon enough he was pushing your panties aside to slip two thick fingers inside of you without saying a word, busying himself with leaving dark hickeys at your neck and covering every inch of skin with a kiss.

Your mouth finally opened in a silent moan, and a hand reached back up to cover your mouth so that his co-workers in the neighboring rooms didn't hear anything suspicious, and luckily Izuku didn't seem to have a problem with that while he worked on fingering you open.

His breath had started to get short too, and you had most definitely picked up on the bulge that was pressed up against your ass.

He's always loved every second of having his fingers inside of you to feel the soft, spongey walls and the twitching of your insides around his digits, left sensitive from the scarring even after all these years. But he didn't mourn the loss of the feeling once he pulled them out, rubbing his fingers and thumb together and smirking at you while he exposed your juices, watching in amusement as you turned your head away and shut your eyes out of sheer embarrassment.

Now, you're sat facing forward on his thick cock while he does his paperwork, writing reports for recent missions and putting his signature on damage or rescue forms.

Another bead of slick rolls down to pool at his balls and he shivers at the feeling. He can't get enough of it when you're dripping around him, and he can't help but be proud of how fast he had you soaking through your underwear for him. That must be a new record.

"Good girl..."

His voice is smooth and shows no sign of desperation or tension even as his cock twitches inside of you, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through your core and causing another wave of slick to leak from you. Izuku sighs at the feeling of your warmth pooling around the tip of his dick and your insides spasming around him, every small twitch taking him closer to his orgasm.

Pink lips shine and catch the light as your tongue darts out to lick them, and you grind down against him once more to feel that pleasure, your back arching and your thighs squeezing together, but you still receive little to no reaction until he's done, and his hands rub circles on your waist and pull your hair out of your face gently.

"Okay, baby. You want some more?~"

His smile is soft and genuine as he peeks his head forward for you to see him, and his chin rests on your neck. The greenete's voice is smooth like butter and peppy as always, but there's an undertone of lust and hunger that you just know is there, lurking behind innocent freckles and kind eyes.

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Oh. My. God. Im in love. my creative writing brain is going fucking insane and rabid and its bouncing off the walls like this little creatute that just broke your fucking closet door in half.

fem!reader. 18+ MDNI

Thinking about husband!Bakugou, who loves nothing more than having you in a mating press every single morning before he leaves for work.

Every inch of your skin is drenched in sweat by the time dawn seeps through the parted curtains of your bedroom window; the effort he puts into fucking you trickling down his temples and making the spikes of his ash blonde hair damp and droopy in that enticing way only he can pull off.

Nothing but quiet, sleepy gasps and hushed moans are exchanged between your panting mouths as he keeps kissing you. He's tracing his warm tongue across the roof of your mouth and over the flatness of your front teeth as he holds himself steady above you, broad, scar-riddled shoulders flexing before he dips in and sucks your tongue inside his mouth to make your saliva mix together.

He's slamming home every single time he pulls his hips back and rams them straight back into yours - movements now more animal than human after twenty minutes of raw screwing - and the friction gives him this wild look in his eye you only get to see when he's vulnerable like this. It's the one that makes the red in his already fierce irises even more vicious, and that tells you just how intensely he cares for you without ever uttering a word about it.

And it hurts when he gets it. All of it hurts, from how deeply he starts to crawl and sink himself inside you because of it, but you take it like a champ; you always do. Even if you cry and whine about it like a little cat in heat that needs to get taken care of. Even if you start to squirm underneath that massive, vigorous frame of his.

You're worried that he might be annoyed from how much you're moving around, trying to squeeze your legs back together and to push him out so that you can fucking breathe, but it's all for nothing.

After all, your softness doesn't bother your brute of a husband at all. He just licks your tears away, kisses your sticky cheeks that have a tang of salt to them from the tears you keep spilling that make the pillow underneath your head wet, before he bottoms out yet again and just holds himself there; making you endure his hard cock that is outright throbbing inside your belly now.

He's dazed because of your soft cunt; outright delirious as you start to tighten and gush all over him for the third time ever since his alarm clock woke you both up. He's never felt more like a man - chest puffing with twisted pride - as he watches you tip your head back into that goddamn pillow and just sob his name out with quivering lips again and again.

It's a struggle to go to work after all of that. Your pussy is so wet for him, he can hear it. The squelching noises are so obscene that they make his mind go fucking hazy with lust and adoration. You just can't stop sucking him in, despite crying about it.

So, you surely need more, right? Need him to go even deeper and fill you up, so that you're all warm and sticky with his cum. I mean, what kind of husband would he be if he didn't give the missus what she's silently begging him for?

"Shh, shh, shh, baby. Jus' one more and then we're done, yeah?"

Perhaps he'll take the day off today. Lie about that 'one more' and spoil you rotten, instead.

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Day 4 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: a lazy day with Katsuki ends up with a heated movie night, and you let Katsuki indulge in one of his favourite things, your thighs.

Props to my beta reader for today @afterhourswjay - thank you for your amazing help!

892 words.

You and your husband cuddle on the couch, where the low glare of the TV casts over your bodies and melts you together. The curtains are drawn and the room is dark except for the flashing television, occasionally leaving the room in pitch black when an especially dark scene plays.

One of your arms dangles over the side of the couch, envious of the other which is wrapped snugly around your boyfriend’s waist. Soft, ash blonde tufts of hair poke at the hint of skin exposed feom your low-cut top, the hem riding up your stomach. No doubt that it’s covered in wrinkles as you use Katsuki as your very own weighted blanket.

His head rests on plush breasts as he had previously went through the trouble of adjusting you perfectly so that “boob physics” would allow him to use them as pillows, and by now this has become regular enough for you to just roll your eyes at this, but on lazy days you like to wear a thin bra to help him keep them in place. You just find it so oddly endearing.

His eyes are half lidded as he lays with his head turned to his left to watch the TV while laying between your legs and on his belly, and his right eye leaks slightly from the pressure of laying on it. He must be tired.

You trail your hand to gently scratch at and massage his scalp, using it as an excuse to play with his hair and stroke it between your fingers, and a pleased twitch of your lips paints your face at his reaction, feeling him push his head into your hand like a pleased cat and sigh quietly.

After a few more minutes of Katsuki getting progressively twitchy and fidgety, you finally notice that something’s up, but what you don’t realise is that what’s up is his dick.

All it took for him to crumble was the feeling of slender, dainty hands rubbing at his hair and the sight of your body below his when he dared to spare a glance upwards. Not to mention your boobs being literally right in his face.

“Mnh-… Babe. ‘So fucking gorgeous…”

The groan that slips past those plump lips of his is sinful, all breathy and raw, and the accompanying thrust he presses into the couch has your stomach running in circles.

Light, feathery kisses are pressed to your slightly exposed breasts, up to your chest and sharp collarbone, and then focused on your neck as he speaks between bites.

“God-… Wanna- wanna fuck your thighs-”

He sounds feverish with lust as you tilt your head back to let him explore your throat, and you giggle quietly at how riled up he is.

“My thighs?…”

As much as you love him, and as much as you know he loves you, sometimes you still have your doubts about certain aspects. There are parts of you that you had previously thought unlovable, and you’ve only just started to unlearn all of those self-conscious thoughts and feelings. It’s been a long and difficult journey, but you could never have gotten this far without Katsuki, who was there to put you on a “ fucking well-deserved pedestal”, as he likes to describe it.

Your thighs. Littered with uneven, pale stretch marks ingrained deep into the skin and that little bit of cellulite that no girl can fully get rid of, they had never been your favourite body part. They never gave you the confidence to wear bikinis or even lingerie, but somehow your boyfriend had managed to bat those thoughts away with a stick and leave you feeling like the most beautiful girl in the world every single time he layed eyes on them.

“Come on, then…”

“That’s my girl.”

His grin is dangerous as he narrows his eyes at you, like a tiger ready to pounce. Your skin is met with a harsh little bite at your shoulder before you’re spun onto your side and his hands busy themselves with unbuckling his belt. Before long he’s got his dick in hand, red and weeping for attention as it’s guided between your plush thighs. Loose but short shorts expose the plush part of your ass, giving your boyfriend a sight that has him biting his lip so hard it bleeds a little.

Large, rough hands dip below your waistband just barely to clutch at your hips, his fingers pressing hard enough to make little indents as he slowly grinds his cock between your thighs. All it took to make things a little easier on himself was some of his spit that he could lube up with. Every thrust had his dick twitching and leaking heavily, causing a bright red blush to decorate your face all the way down to your chest as the film goes forgotten. What’s worse is the noises he releases behind you, every whimper striking the dumpster fire that is your heart right now.

By the time he’s stuttering on his breath and his forehead gets buried into your neck as he cums all over your thighs and shorts, there’s a noticeable wet patch on your underwear and your shorts, and when you rub your thighs together to give yourself some kind of friction it only led to Katsuki biting you like a brat, overstimulated and oversensitive. How adorable.

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Aizawa x class 1-A reader when he finds out reader is also doing vigilante work? I’ve always wondered how he would feels about that

Icl I feel like he would understand tbh like he was probably doing the exact same thing before his career took off. He has a very strong moral standpoint so I figure he would place justice above legality but hes still a teacher and would have to disapprove but he wouldn't be like angry??

I feel like this was portrayed in the anime but it's been a hot minute since I've watched it - what do you think? :D

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𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) - 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞

Dark circles decorate your eyes as you sit slouched at the desk before class starts. Sleep had eluded you as you spent the night with your parents, helping them feed into their warped, self-indulgent sense of justice by doing vigilante work.

Usually, you'd consider yourself to be at a strong, good moral standpoint, focused on doing good by the people rather than focusing on legality and logistics. But to be quite honest, this self-righteous act of "freeing the people" is starting to become exhausting. It's actually getting on your nerves, really.

You love your parents, but they can be very, exhaustingly eccentric at times, and sometimes outright smug. It's absolutely infuriating. It's so difficult to watch that it hurts, and the more you think about it, the more bitter you begin to feel.

Or maybe this is just the exhaustion talking. Who knows?

It feels like you're just sacrificing little pieces of yourself at this point, giving your body and soul to some 'vigilante work' and your training to persue your career as a hero.

Aizawa is the first to notice the change in your attitude. He is the first to realise that you may be burning out, and he's the first to genuinely worry about you.

As your teacher, and considering the amount of security hazards your class has been subject to in the last year, Aizawa is well within his right to keep tabs on all of you and your home lives. He knows your secret.

After class ends, you're pulled aside by your teacher.

Part of you wants to cry. What is it this time? A failed test? Maybe a lecture on missed homework.

Apparently not. And judging by the look on his face, it's much more serious than a missed assignment. He looks... genuinely concerned, which is an expression you've gotten to see far too many times than you should have to. Wow, you think. The poor guy deserves a break.

"I know what you've been doing every other night, so don't bother trying to lie. I want to say that I'm proud you're taking your hero work so seriously, but don't you think you're overdoing it? Maybe even just a little? You're exhausting yourself, and pretty soon you're going to burn out. Did you even sleep last night?"

Oh, like he can talk about sleep and burnout of all things.

And really, he can. But the brewing bitterness and hostility inside of you is starting to bubble, and you can feel in the back of your throat that a breakdown is imminent. God, don't cry. Please, not now, of all times.

Shiny, salty tears start to collect at your waterline, and the tired teacher lets out a defeated sigh, placing his hand on your shoulder. It's an oddly comforting gesture, really.

"I-... I just want to help... My parents will go out with or without me- and they're not very experienced- so I just worry that if I'm not there, something will happen..."

"Look... The first part of helping is knowing how to best help yourself. Look after yourself, or you might not live long enough to see yourself become the hero you've always wanted to be... Youre a hero, not a martyr - the self sacrifice isn't necessary yet."

Wise words from a man who's seen it all.

He looks disappointed in you, at the very least, but there's a spark of pride in his eye for his tryhard students who do the best they can, and even if you don't see it yet, you will soon enough.

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hi there, im not sure if your requests are open but how about iida x reader who just got glasses and feels like a dweeb? thanks in advance ^^ !!

Aww this is such a sweet ask! Nmakandjbff Imagining it it's just so adorable sklsmnf

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𝐈𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐃𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐛

You had just gone to Recovery Girl to open up about the almost constant headaches you've been experiencing over the past year or so. And sure, it's irresponsible to sleep on something that could be so serious for so long, but it's just nice to live in denial sometimes.

Part of you was convinced that it was a tumor for a while, and it was the main reason you didn't go and get it looked at, because if you were gonna kick the bucket, you would rather do it in blissful ignorance, thank you! But as soon as you'd opened your big mouth to Tenya, he personally saw to it that you were escorted straight to recovery girl to get a professional opinion.

On the way to her office you were given a stern earful from your concerned, worrywart friend, and you weren't given even the slightest chance to claw your way out of an impromptu doctors appointment.

You had never expected this outcome, though.

Apparently, the headaches and pain was a sign of sensitivity to light, which is experienced more commonly by people with more reactive pupils, like yourself. The solution?

Glasses.

In all honestly, you never really thought of people with glasses as any different, but as soon as you put them on yourself, the change was not handled well. They look hideous on you, all big and bulky and irritating to wear.

The first time Tenya caught you not wearing them was the very next day. Cue another earful.

"This continuous irresponsibility is highly unbecoming of one of Japan's future top heroes! What is so difficult about wearing a simple pair of spectacles?! I really should know!"

He chops his hands and furrows his eyebrows at you as he gives you another lecture, and you know it's only coming from a place of valid concern for you, but you just don't like it when he points out how stubborn you're being.

"I look like a dweeb! Come on- nobody's gonna take me seriously when I look like this! They don't suit me at all, they're hideous! I'd prefer the pain, thank you very much-!"

"Oh! So you think I look like a "dweeb"?!"

This was supposed to be his 'got ya' moment, but you had other plans.

"No, ya' just act like one."

"What was that?!"

"Nothing!"

He offers only a simple sigh in response, placing a hand on your back lightly to attempt comforting you.

"I, for one, thought they looked rather lovely on you... But nobody is focusing on what you look like. -With the exception of maybe Mineta but it's not your face he's looking at- Anyway, I think you look just fine. They actually rather suit you... You look cute. Just do me this favour, please? Avoiding this problem is not healthy."

You've loved him even more ever since he's started to adopt a slightly more crude sense of humour, but aside from that, he's just so good at making you feel better. Now, you actually feel a lot better. Pretty good, actually.

He's not surprised when you offer a small sigh back as you rest your head gently on his shoulder, just to find a place to be more comfortable while you pout and be all miserable for the next few minutes.