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Midoriya Izuku "Deku" x darling

TW: NSFW, yandere, dubcon/noncon hints, size difference

SOFT PROMISES

All he wanted was for you to behave. He really didn’t mean or want to have to get so rough with you, but he hadn’t expected you to fight back so badly, either. Normally you’re such a sweet pliant little thing, but being locked up has really brought the animal out of you.

He never had any intention of hurting you – but you’re a little stronger than he thought you were – and a little less docile. He guesses now that he should have been warier of it coming and figured out better ways to handle it other than how he did – but he’s only used to fighting big bad criminals – not fragile little things like you.

You can barely look at him now – eye flittery – flinching upon every little touch – a crinkle between your brows every time he talks to you – nose twitching and lips trembling – biting them to keep your sniffles at bay. 

He would be lying if he said he doesn’t find it a little bit cute, but it’s not really what he wants either. He wants you soft and fluttery like the smiling sweet thing you used to be.

Not this shell you’ve turned into – standing there like a ghost without purpose, cradling yourself as though even the air means you harm. 

You jolt when he touches you – and your small hands curl into loose trembling fists you keep to yourself – you raise them up halfway in a small effort to shield yourself, but otherwise, you let him do what he wants. Your breath turns thin and shivery, feeling his warm large hand slip over your stomach as he slots himself against you from behind.

You bow your head, feeling his hot breath fan the back of your neck – letting out a small whimper when his lips hit your nape softly. His other hand joins with the first, holding you close in a hug that seems to drape you completely – feeling the big muscles of his chest caress the hunched slope of your back.

He softly swings there on the spot – with you held in his arms – dipping his head down to the nook between your shoulder and throat. He places a kiss there before speaking, “I’m sorry, Bunny… I never meant to be so rough on you.”

Your eyes sting, feeling his crotch rub against your ass tightly. You’re scared to move away and even more scared to answer.

“I just want you to be happy here… to love me the way I love you.”

He’s insane, you think – feeling inclined to rub the bruises he left around your wrists, shuddering at the thought of those between your thighs and the ache inside you.

You feel his hand slip down, and your shoulders hunch, cringing while he glides over the thin material of your dress to that place that makes you quake. “Please, no-” You let slip with a hitched squeak, trying to angle your head away from the list of kisses he’d begun placing on your cheek.

He feels the way you shake – shivering all the way through to your toes. “Okay-” He says then, pulling his hands back up to hold you around the waist again. “We’ll take it slow….”

You let out a breath you’d been keeping, and he continues swaying the two of softly – and paired with the relief, it actually becomes rather soothing after a while.

“I promise.”

tip-jar: Kofi

CRAVING | izuku midoriya

“cant wait ‘til i get home so you can see.”

warnings: 18+, fem!reader, lots of praise, slight breeding, squirting, dacryphilia, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, some laughter during sex, kitchen counter sex, izu’ calls reader ‘pretty girl,’ ‘baby,’ and ‘bunny’ a lot

word count: 4k

a/n: this was originally supposed to take a whole different route with some arguing then make up sex? but i couldn’t do it, izu’s too sweet ): this + the title (obviously) was inspired by this song, however, during the sex scene, i had this song on repeat and i really dunno why. it just fit to me for some reason so, lol, yeah. enjoy! feedback appreciated. minors do not interact!

the sudden thud of the front door closing makes your shoulders jump up to your ears in a flinch. there’s a heavy sigh following it and a thrash of keys hitting the key tray before lumbering footsteps start to make their way for where you stand inside the kitchen, lower back pressed into the granite counter in front of the sink where you had only been washing the dishes a few moments ago. izuku appears in the threshold and stops there for a moment to give you an apologetic smile — worn-out and weary around the edges. his green curls are more disheveled than how they were prior to him bolting up from the dining room table two hours ago to make a break for a sudden assignment he got called in on and leaving you alone. you had finished the entire bottle of wine sitting on the table between the two plates of seared steak and roasted vegetables before you blew out the candles and grabbed the porcelain to dump clean and wash.

and now he’s back, and you . . you are standing before one another, you, still dressed in your white, long sleeved, cowl neck dress and favorite, nude rene caovilla, high heeled sandals, no longer feeling the same rush of excitement you were two hours ago to celebrate the milepost of your seven-year anniversary.

“i’m sorry.”

the words come out of his mouth soft and discordant, like he was exhausted inward and out and you can only stare. stare at how anguish and heartache lade inside the dark greens of his eyes as his shoulders slump with his dejection of knowing you were disappointed with him. “i’m sorry,” he repeats again when you don’t answer, this time a little firmer while taking a step towards you. “i keep doing this, i know. i, i’m sorry—“

“—it’s fine,” you turn to grab a napkin and rip it off the roll to dry your damp hands. “it’s fine, izuku. really, baby – it is.” you can’t express how much you mean it because it truly is okay. you’ve known since the both of you were sixteen years old that izuku would amount to great things — that he’d be a great, no, a phenomenal, extraordinary hero. it’d be selfish of you to want your fiancé here with you when out in the real world there are people who need saving, right? it’d be greedy . . and stingy . . and just downright mean to want your fiancé all to yourself for a day or two instead of just a couple hours when he’s back from work, tuckered out, sore, and spent, only bent on a hot shower and sleep, right?

you feel his arms wrap around your waist, strong and firm, nothing but sinewy muscle under scarred skin and — you can’t help it, you sigh in sweet content and tilt your head against the muscle of his pec, allowing him to kiss the area just underneath your jawline near your ear. “you can be angry with me, y’know?” he mutters into the skin. “don’t think you have to hold it all in. i know you’ve been planning today for weeks, baby.”

you smile at his gentle sentiments and flutter your eyes open, which you hadn’t even known you closed, to turn around in his grasp and look up into his, “i’m serious. it’s fine, you’re a . .” your tiny hands slide up the stretched denim material of his hero ensemble to his shoulders to grip. “you’re a hero, izu’. you have priorities and responsibilities and, i understand. i don’t think i could ever be angry at you – especially over a situation like this.”

he’s staring at you for a long while, face unchanging aside from his eyes that are looking between yours, flicking between each iris as if he were trying to read something inside of them. and you let him; but you know he isn’t going to find anything you didn’t express palpably because your words are honest. there isn’t an angry bone in your body when it comes to dealing with the man in front of you. “why are you so perfect, hm?” his calloused palm cups the side of your face and, instinctively, your tinier one comes up to wrap around his wrist as you nuzzle into his clutch like a keening kit. “so sweet — too sweet . . why are you . . .?”

he stares again, this time with his lips turning down at the corners into a little frown. he looks . . angry almost and it makes your eyebrows dip in concern before you feel the sudden push of his lips into yours. he’s kissing you like you’re a breath of fresh air after he’s been underwater for too long — deep and only immersed in you, you, you. it makes you hiccup and stand on your tip toes with initial surprise before one of your hands is sliding across the broad expanse of his shoulders to tangle your fingers into the mess of curls that sit at the nape of his neck. “hm,” he huffs out through his nose and anchors your hips firmly between his hands to pull your pelvis into his. “so fuckin’ . . patient and understanding and . .” he makes another little sound of frustration before he’s turning on the balls of his feet to spin you back into the island that sits in the middle of the kitchen and lifts you onto it.

his words make you giggle. “isn’t that,” you’re out of breath already. “i-isn’t that a good thing, izuku?”

“ ‘s an amazing thing,” his hands cup the back of your knees to push your legs up. it’s so sudden that your hands slam on the granite behind you to catch yourself as you choke on a gasp and your ass ends up halfway hanging off of the edge. “makes me feel like i don’t deserve you.”

your bottom lip juts out in a precious pout at his words – they make your brain go a little fuzzy around the edges, too before you’re recognizing the slight tickle of his fingernails dragging up the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “perfect, lil’ housewife, too. always makin’ sure ‘m safe and careful when i leave for work,” his eyes are going a little hazy and you can admit that you’re familiar with the look he’s giving you right now. “so perfect f’me.”

he drops to his knee, all while tearing off the sheer, pine-green thong you wore to toss to the floor and spread you open wide. the action has your smooth, puffy lips gapping apart in the slightest to reveal your swollen clit peeking out from between them, neglected and needy. a pool of saliva gathers on the pad of the hero’s tongue in longing before he’s inching in close to press sweet kisses along the apex of your thigh, blinking his eyes open and up to gauge the dreamy expression laid over your face. lips parted, eyes glassy, and eyebrows cut close as if you could already feel his tongue where you needed him most.

usually he likes teasing you, likes blowing a puff of air on that swollen bud to watch you clench and whine in vexation, likes kitten licking your entrance with a smile on his face to make you sniffle and cry when you get upset with him . .

but today, he thinks you deserve every and anything you want — you always do. “want my tongue, pretty girl?” he hums his question just to be sure while his thumbs spread your thick lips farther apart to display the bale of satiny pink behind them. “hm?”

you nod and nibble on the plush, glossed skin of your bottom lip, always so shy and timid with your words. ninety percent of the time, izuku has to coax them out of you because you never sounded sweeter than when you were shyly vocalizing what you wanted him to do to you. “tell me,” he coo’d softly. “tell me what you want me to do, bunny.”

you whine and frown, wiggling your hips impatiently. “i want . . i want your tongue, izu’. want it on my clit.”

there’s heat buried in the cool greens of his eyes that stare up into yours through short, webbed lashes. heat so scalding that it makes your body buzz in longing before it’s dampening with the wide brush of his tongue from your hole up to your clit. izuku feels a shudder run up from the soles of his feet to the curls that flop atop his head at the tart, saltish taste of your sweet slick. it’s thick and drips down into the back of his throat like syrup with each lap and swallow. “izu’,” you gasp and fist the frizzy coils of his hair, holding on tight when he suctions his lips around your throbbing clit.

he’s right there.

he’s itching that itch that’s been vibrating inside the blood running through your veins for months now. your needy pussy is pulsing out pools and pools of your nectar that drips over onto his awaiting tongue and across the freckles that dot his cheeks. he looks so . . shameless, so lewd with his face between your legs, looking up at you as if he is saying ‘this is where i want to live out the rest of my days – where i truly belong,’ that it makes your slam your eyes closed in fear of cumming too fast.

“no. look at me.”

you gasp when he slides his tongue past your oozing hole to push it as far as it can go then pulls it back out. “look at me, bunny.” he does it again and you flit your heavy eyes open, whimpering at the picture he makes. you watch his thick, long tongue trace the letters of his name on the puffed pink of your clit . . over and over and over, claiming you as his forever and always. god, it’s so much. the visual, the sounds, how it feels. you throw your head back with your toes curling inside your heels, abdomen rolling and tensing with your breaths as you fight the screw hitching inside your core. “doin’ so good f’me,” he pulls his mouth away to ease his middle finger inside your cunt to the knuckle, watching your walls constrict around it as it already stretches you out. his ring finger isn’t far off and he lets them sit there for a second, let’s his palm touch your clit as his fingers curl up and down, brushing against a bundle of skin angled near the roof of your pussy that was textured and swelled.

your g spot is sensitive — a little more sensitive than average. him touching it always manages to make you squeak out a curse and fight to snap your trembling legs closed, whimpering, “wait, wait, w-wait,”

izuku kisses his teeth and pushes one of your thighs back open firmly and keeps it there, picking up a quick rhythm of pushing his fingers in and out while his tongue snakes along your clit again, dragging zigzags and swirls before he suckles it. and it’s an overwhelming mix. izuku has you right where he wants you, pinned to the granite by the simple weight of his tongue, fingers, and hand, yet you feel like the top of your head has been screwed off to allow your mind to float off into space. withal the shaking and crying and whimpering and pleads, he doesn’t allow you to move a muscle and with one last push of his fingers against your g-spot and his tongue on your clit, your cum is spraying out of you in pulsing shots, surprising you both.

“o-oh . . . god!” you fall onto the weight of your forearm with your opposite hand squeezing the strands of his curls. it’s so much . . and he’s lapping it all up, groaning low inside the back of his throat at how good you taste. “n-n’more,” you’re sniffling, a lone, inky-black tear falling off the mascara-coated lashes lining your bottom lash line. “no more, izu’, please.”

that’s when he pulls his fingers out and his face back to slowly stand and smile. “no more?” his hands press into the counter beside your body as he looms above you, wide, big, and strong, caging you in with no where to go. “you sure? i wanted to make my bunny feel good s’more.” a drop of your slick falls off of his chin and down to your moving chest as you blink up into his eyes, staring up into dilated pupils and sweet smile with something much more hungry laying beneath them both. “you’re not gonna let me do that?”

you feel his finger touch your slit with a feather light skim, but it still makes you twitch as if you had been shocked. you wanted to say something — anything, but it’s like each time you had parted your lips to say something, your brain couldn’t think of a word aside from, “pl . . please?”

izuku’s smile seems to widen. “please.” he softly repeats underneath his breath as his coarse palm wraps around the length of your throat to push your chin up and force you to meet his eyes again. “how sweet — say it for me one more time?”

you swallow and he feels it. you watch his smile fall just the tiniest bit as his grip tightens in the slightest. “. . please, izu’?”

izuku weakly whispers something like ‘my fuckin’ god,’ prior to smashing his lips into yours again as his hands pull down the shoulders of your dress to force your arms out of it and allow the mounds of your breasts to spill out. he’s peppering firm, wet kisses down the length of your neck, leaving your eyes rolling back into your skull as you hold onto the fabric of his costume, allowing him to pull away just a bit to angle his head down and take one, sensitive nipple into his mouth. he pushes both of your tits close together to trade between them both when he wants and nips, bites, and sucks, permitting you to mewl and take it. “so perfect f’me,” the thick leather of his holster wrapped around his waist drops to the floor with a loud clatter after he unbuckles it. “always so pretty and sweet and . . — god, ‘m in love with you.”

he says this while he has his hips nestled between your legs, costume pulled down halfway to his thighs to allow enough room for him to give his aching cock the freedom to spring up into the air conditioned draft floating within your home. you go heart eyed at the view of him — thick, hard, and uncut. “c-can i . . .?” you never finish your question because your hand is slithering between your bodies to use your thumb to pull the soft skin back and rub it over his weepy tip. you gather just enough of his precum to coat the pad of your thumb before you’re bringing it up to your lips and laying it over your tongue, laving up the salty tang you consider yourself obsessed with for years now. “oh god.”

you hadn’t even known you closed your eyes while savoring the taste until you bat them open again and take in izuku’s slack mouthed stare. he doesn’t think he can hold himself back anymore because he’s crowding over you again while wrapping an arm around your lower back to pull your chest against his. at that point, he grabs the base of his cock to tap against your fat, messy pussy, adoring the wet clicks it makes with each one. his veins are thrumming with rushing blood, making his tip much more red and sensitive that normal. he’s already moaning while circling it around your little hole, still wet and messy from your cum and his saliva. “open just a little wider f’me — there you go.” he’s popping the head of his dick pass that first band of muscle and you’re already keening and sinking your acrylic nails into the meat of his biceps. “ouu, good girl.”

“i-izu’,”

he shushes you and pushes in an added inch ahead of pulling his hips back and working in another. it’s a process that gets your walls loosening and welcoming all eight inches of him happily only seconds later. and when his balls are pressed against the soft skin of your puckered taint, he holds the bottom of your jaw in his hand again to slant your pretty face back up to his and kiss the pout off of your lips.

with a distraction set in place, he picks up a slow rhythm . . pulling out carefully and rolling his hips back in. it makes you gasp into the warmth of his mouth, feeling your body melt with each thrust he gives you as your pussy clamps down on him, “ ‘s . . it’s big, izuku,” you whimper, looking up at him underneath your lashes.

“shh, i know, baby, i know – just gotta relax. you gotta open u-up for izu’,” he licks his thumb and presses it against your clit to rub it in steady circles.

you’ve never been one to hold in your moans. you welcome the two, contrasting feelings of the pain and pleasure of his cock bullying it’s way deeper and deeper inside your tiny cunt and the swirls bore down on your bud with cute hiccups and moans of his name, leaning back onto one of your palms to give him more room to work with.

izuku’s dazed off of you — eyes half lidded, lips parted to emit heavy breaths, and sculpted abdomen tensing when he starts to pick up a quicker pace. “there you go,” he groans and looks down to watch your walls drag against the shaft of his dick each time he pulled out like you didn’t want to let him go. “f-fuck, you feel . . so fuckin’ good.”

there’s loud squelches mingling in with the thick clapping of skin booming off the walls inside the kitchen. your tits bounce with the hard pounds he’s pressing into your body and you can’t help but fall back on your forearm, legs lifting higher as you do. “d-deeper, izu’, deeper,”

“deeper?” he gathers the back of your thighs inside of his large hands to bend and press them against your chest, angling his body slightly over yours to push his cock faster and further into the tight cove of your cunt with his full, heavy balls slugging and pounding into the furrow of your asshole now. you’re incapable of words, just pathetic sounds of ‘ngh, hng, ah, o-oh god.’ you wrap your own arms around the back of your thighs to keep them in place and hold still while his tip starts to dig into that pretty, little burrow inside you that makes spit gather inside your mouth and drive your brain empty.

izuku notices this. he smiles above you again, curls bouncing on his forehead and voice breathless when he asks, “mm, right there, pretty girl? want izu’ right there?”

there’s a halo of cream gathering at the foundation of his cock that smears and laminates the rest of the skin an angelic, pearly white. you nod, looking up at him with the dearest expression on your face — eyes wide and glassed over with your cute, little mouth open. he can’t help but push your legs out of the way to kiss you again, dipping his tongue inside to rub it over the roof of your mouth and taste the cloyingly sweet moans of his name pushing from it. “pussy’s s-so fuckin’ good,” he whines with you, having to lay one of his arms above your head to keep you from sliding up the counter with the sweat that’s starting to glisten on your lower back. “doin’ so well f’me, makin’ . . makin’ me feel so good, baby. thank you, thank you,”

“hngg — w-want . . want babies, want your babies, izu’,” you babble with him on half a mind. all you know is that you want it deeper and harder and faster and more, more, more.

something inside of izuku seems to ignite at your words, even so. makes him slide you further up just so that he can place one knee on the counter beside your hip and fuck you at a pace that has you knowing that for the next few days, you were going to need a pack of frozen peas icing your bruised pussy.

“f-f-fuck!”

you’re aware that there’s tears trickling down your temples as you’re forced to keep still and take each thrust. izuku’s huffing into the crook of your neck. “gonna give you them, g-give you anythin’ you want, bunny,” he whines. “how many, hm? tell me.”

through your haze, you manage to smile and find a little humor in the question, “w-want four,” you giggle weakly which makes him huff a little laugh, too. “four?” he croons in a soft tone while thinking. “g-gonna give you six.”

“izuuuu’,” you have to hold onto his shoulders again when his pace picks up once more and his index and middle finger join the mix to draw clumsy circles on the buzzing surface of your clit. you hear him mumbling faintly about how you’re going to look so pretty walking down in aisle to him come eight more months, how cute you’re going to be swollen with his kids as his darling, little housewife, how he was going to make you his and his only.

you cum with his promises being sweetly murmured into your ear — creamy-white, watery pulsating squirts that gushes from your pussy at the speed of a jet. “don’t stop, don’t stop, izu’ . .” you’re sobbing and bubbling his name through a coarse throat. “oh g-god, fuck,”

he’s moaning with you, dropping his hips faster and faster while driving you into overstimulation. with each splash that pushes out of you, your cunt spasms and squeezes him just the tiniest bit tighter to let it all out. he focuses on that, along with your hiccuped breaths drafting over the shell of his ear and your soft hands sliding up his back to rub through his hair. “cum f’me, izu’,” you’re whispering and it’s . . . immediate.

his eyes roll into the back of his head when the first spout of his cum rushes out from the head of his cock and inside of your womb. there’s more following — shot after shot after shot and it’s so much. there’s some already leaking from around his shaft as he shivers and keeps still, not making a move to pull out until you’re whining with the weight of him pushing your thighs right up against your ribcage. “izuku.”

he hums and manages to settle down and regain his composure about a minute later to take in your current position then blushes, “oh . . ‘m sorry, baby,” he unravels your legs to let them fall around his waist and lays his chest against yours.

you gather his face in your hands and make him look up at you, “you okay?”

he nods and kisses your lips, taking in the ruined mascara smeared along your eyes, cheeks, and temples, the messy hair, and small, wine colored bruises already starting to bloom along your neck and tits. “. . are you okay?”

the way he asks the question makes you fluster because you know you look a mess with all the crying you were doing. you smack his shoulder and huff with faux irritation, making him chuckle and kiss you once more. “so . .” he utters on the soft skin. “four kids, huh? we never talked about that.”

“six?” you roll your eyes while grinning. “please, izuku. four is the max, okay?”

he smirks, something playfully devious shining beneath those pretty, green eyes of his that makes your own squint in slight suspicion. “sure. whatever you want.”

you decide to press him for the details of his surely ‘diabolical plan’ another day. right now all you want is, “bath, dinner, and cuddles, please?”

once again, he offers you whatever your precious heart desires.

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so cutesy

“are you tenderheaded, zuk?” you ask, pausing your mannerisms and waiting.

“well..” he starts, then sighing. he cant lie to you, he just cant. he was flinching and tensing up. “a bit, or maybe youre just heavy handed.”

“im not, good try though.” you chuckle, hands sliding down his shoulders to his chest. he shudders, feeling a kiss pressed to his freckled cheek. “you wan’ a break, handsome?”

he gets red a bit, nodding but leaning his head back between your legs to look up at you. “can your scratch the unbraided portion of my head, though?”

you nod, kissing his head and moving back.

“aht aht, try it again.” he deadpans, his adams apple bobbing and his voice a bit deeper. “give me a proper kiss please and thank you.”

you roll your eyes, not even going to compete with his attitude. you lean down and kiss his plump lips. “there you go, baby.”

“another, since you messed up the first time.”

okay, now he’s just a sassy bitch. you obliged though, kissing his again.

“another, since you got a attitude about it.”

your nails scratch softly at his scalp, his groaning and rolling his eyes to the back of his head. he gives you a squeeze to your calf, letting you know that he can get his hair braided again.

and you finish, of course he’d still tense a bit and then grunt when it gets tight at the middle of his head and the nape. he mumbles a ‘fucking fuck,’ or a ‘goddamn.’

you finish though, then spraying your aloe vera almond oil mixture and he sighs. “thank you, gorgeous.”

“youre welcome, pop smoke.” you giggle, him going straight faced and looking at you. “sorry, sorry.”

“almost got fucked in the ass.”

“now what the fuck.”