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listed taboo & dark ideas I write: voyeurism, dubcon, noncon, age gap relationships, teacher x student, MILF/DILF, older man x younger woman, older woman x younger man, bullying, misogyny, sexism, blackmail, coercion, slut shaming, assault, degrading, arranged marriage, toxic relationships, yandere tropes like stalking, one sided love, kidnapping and forced marriage, implied murder, and implied rape.

I don’t write/interact with: scat, piss kink, feet, inflation, farting, blood play, gun play, loli/shota con

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Your footsteps were in a fast pace at this point, there was no stopping for anything! Your destination was the only thing that kept you going....

You graduated a couple weeks ago as a licensed pro hero. Becoming an upcoming pro hero had its ups and down. Oh, and on top of that, you were also secretly dating your former teacher, Aizawa Shouta.

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In hindsight, you honestly should’ve known better. Your teenage hormones got the better of you when you immediately pined after Aizawa once you graduated and technically no longer his student.

You expected to get turned down and firmly lectured that it was a one time thing between you two and that this relationship wasn’t gonna be expanded upon whatsoever

......is what would have happened in another universe...

Here you were, finally in front of his doorstep... A nervous pit in your stomach was growing, wondering if Aizawa would appreciate you knocking on his door unexpectedly with no heads up...

Before you could second-guess yourself, the door was unlocked and revealed Aizawa, who was wearing his casual clothes. Now you remember what your initial plan was...

He called out your name with a confused tone. Certainly not expecting to see you today. “What are you doing here?” Sceptic as always. Aizawa crossed his arms, waiting for a response.

“I was wondering if we could do something....together.” You wanted to give him the hint that what you wanted was something more.....intimate. But this was Aizawa. So you needed to be blunt with him.

“I don’t think we can, (y/n). Besides, the press would have a field day knowing that I’m hanging around a female pro hero, alone...”

You were getting impatient. “Not in public, obviously! Just to hang out in your apartment...and do stuff....” You tried to hit the nail on the head with the word ‘stuff’. And judging by Aizawa’s change in demeanor, I think you got through to him...

He sighed and silently smirked a little. “Alright, what did you have in mind...?”

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You two made your way to his room, sitting on the bed together to talk up what you’ve been waiting for...

“Can I.....be top?” You honestly couldn’t really think of a good way to put it.

Aizawa has always been the one to dominate the intimate side of the relationship.

You were just too shy for your own good to even try to initiate something or give orders so ruthlessly in the bedroom. So to not embarrass yourself, you let Aizawa do all the heavy lifting.

But recently, you’ve been more comfortable around Aizawa enough to tell him what you want in the bedroom without fear of being embarrassed anymore. Heck, one time you even pounce onto him, begging him for sex!

Ever since then, you’ve craved to be in control and call all the shots during sex at least one time! And you picked now to be the perfect day.

Meanwhile Aizawa chuckled in amusement, seeing you so eager to try something new in the bedroom was a sight to see. He had to admit, he was a little curious to see what you were capable of in the dominanting department.....

He obliged with your request, cheekily. But before he could freshen up, you stopped his tracks.

“Wait! Can I use your scarf.....?”

"..."

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“Is this good~?” The sultry yet innocent tone coming from her was gonna be the death of him. All he did was play along and submit to her.

Before he could speak, his breath hitched from the tightness of scarf. She was using it for all it’s worth and had him right in her clutches. Speaking of clutches......

“Ah—!” He gritted his teeth from the sudden tightness to now a low groan from the small pleasure he was getting from it.

“Is this good, Mr. Aizawa~?” She spoke up again. Damn it! She was still milking this innocent-kinky persona she had going on to keep Aizawa in his place, and boy was it working!

He wanted to just escape from her wrath, push her down so that he was on top and ravage her on the spot! Who knew all this edging would get him off and crave to be inside her more than ever!

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An hour passed since the following. Now here you both were, huddled together embracing each other’s warm bodies despite a blanket covering you both from head to toe.

Only soft breathing and silence filled the room. Aizawa turned his head, only to see you had fallen asleep within minutes. Guess being on top can get a lot out of you...

You just had to be cute....

His mind always plagued with you. It started off as innocent, a small picnic, or perhaps sharing a hotel room together, you ordering room service annnnnnd cue the royalty free music—!

But things got WAY sinful, real fast.

Now his dream wandered about how cute you’d looks wearing all white lingerie. Or perhaps if you’d be bold enough to want to have sex in the classroom for some...extra credit.

“Mr. Aizawa...?”

“Hm?” He was caught off guard, he was so enthralled with his repressed imagination that he didn’t notice you in front of him. Your eyes full of innocence and worry, the way you bit the bottom of your lip afterwards—was it ever so cute!

“There’s something I should tell you...” He closely looked at how tensed you were, your body shifting back and forth out of a nervous habit. Something was on your mind...

“I feel like since it’s my last year, I might as well come clean before I regret it later on...” your tone was quivering and a string of nervous was felt in your stomach. You were obviously worried how he would take the news...

“I really...like you, Mr. Aizawa.”

Aizawa felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. You liked him??? He feel like he can easily breathe better now that you’d come out to say it first!

He just needed test her, to see if he can be sure.

“Really?” He hummed in response, getting a little closer to her.

“Yeah...” Her face felt so hot and flushed from being this close to him! She honestly didn’t expect it to go like this!

He pushed her hair back, away from her face. “What if I told you, I felt the same?” Hands trailed around her neck and arms.

“Then I guess I should’ve confessed a lot more earlier....” She felt all giddy inside, she didn’t want to wake from this amazing dream!

Aizawa just simply smirked at how cute and clever she was being. “Now that’s taken care of...” He trailed off, looking around the empty classroom. “Do you want this now, or later?”

Not completely understanding what he means, you asked for more clarification.

“Do you mean...sex?” You felt awkward asking him about this, it was so forward and sudden, yet at the same time was so hot and dirty!

“Yeah.” His voice was so deep and smooth so suddenly! It was like your teacher was a different person!

“Then, yes!” You beamed, a little too happy.

“I-I mean, I’ve never had sex so....I won’t be that good...” You stammered afterwards to let him know.

He gently grabbed your hand, caressing it ever so. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you the basics.” He said pulling you towards the desk....

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Your shirt was off, along with your panties. Meanwhile Aizawa was lowering his pants, seeing his noticeable tent poking out. You wonder if he can..fit.

You felt an immediate wet sensation on your clit. Not expecting Aizawa to go immediately down on you this quickly.

He stroked his tongue all around your wet cavern. You stiffened immediately, this was a totally new sensation for you! This was most definitely better than masterbating....

Besides tongue, you definitely felt a finger swerm in between your folds. And Aizawa really showed how experienced his fingers were, it was like he was playing you like he’s done this a million times.

This was your first time being eaten out, and he already knew all the right spots?!

You tried to hold back any moans, as you were worried of another teacher hearing you to see what’s going on. While at the same time you were being fingered and tongue fucked by Aizawa, making it hard for you to really concentrate on anything!

“Ah...A-Aizawa—!” Oh how cute you sounded saying his name. Especially moaning it out also made it much cuter...

His callous hands wandered around your thighs, caressing them softy.

You soon felt your body was spazzing out from ecstasy and pleasure all at once! You swear you might pass out from all the stimulation...

He continued lapping your juices, hungrily. The way his beard was scratching your thighs was also something pleasant to feel that made you even more likely to explode. Speaking of explode....

“Ah ~ I’m...c-cumming—!” You tried to warn Aizawa. Your body was soon numb, the last thing you could feel was your juices cascading down your pussy and inner thighs.

You were breathing heavily, your chest rising up and down. Aizawa soon popped his head up, and locked eyes with you. But something was off....

He looked at you shook as if he saw something. Did you something wrong...?

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, pushing his hair back. “You squirted...” He lightheartedly chuckled a bit.

“Is that a bad thing..?” You asked in a string of worry, lifting your head a little.

He kissed your cheek. “No, it just means I was doing something right.” He smiled cheekily.

Her eyes trailed every step he took, waiting for the right moment to engage him, somewhere where they won’t be disturbed...

Then, those all but cute and familiar red shoes he wore took a few steps towards the bathroom. And before class even started, it was perfect timing; there would be no other students to barge in.

You followed the green haired boy far behind, closing and locking the bathroom door after. Midoriya came out of the stall, about to wash his hands when.....

“Y/N, this is the boys bathroom!” He protested in fear. He was all but confused why exactly you were here. “I know.”

“Then, c-could you please leave? Someone might come in and you’ll get in trouble.” How sweet, he cares so much about you, even though you constantly berate him at every chance you get.

So cute.

Without a word, you walked closer to him. His breath hitched. Just what were you doing? “I have a video to show, and I just couldn’t wait!” You smirked, a little too proud of what you wanted to show him.

“Um, okay...?” Rubbing the back of his head, nervously looking around the bathroom to see if anyone was still here. Completely unaware that you locked the door before coming in.

Scrolling through your phone, you found it. You raised the phone at his face, his reaction made it all the more better, you couldn’t help but devilishly smile.

“W-where did you get that??! That was a private moment of me!!” The way he raised his voice was so cute. He was sweating bullets at what you had on your phone.

Your friends always loosely told you, how much of a sadist you probably are. You’d be lying if you didn’t say you were attracted to Deku. And tormenting Deku while he couldn’t do a damn a thing about it sort of fulfilled that inner sadist in a sense. But this was more than just lightly jabbing him in the ribs, you had the opportunity to make him squirm in more ways than one.

“Huh, I’d be a shame if the teachers knew what you were doing.” You played coy. “And those friends of yours.” A sadistic smirk was plastered on your lips. This was just too good.

“Please, it was just a moment of weakness!” He protested, tears wielding in his eyes.

But you stayed quiet as you saw him try to plead with you to not show anyone.

“You know what’s funny?”

“I have quite a lot of followers, some of which go to UA...” he was getting confused, just what were you getting at?

“What if instead of showing your friends and teachers, I’ll just post it on my Twitter for everyone to see!” His eyes widen, he couldn’t believe what you were proposing!

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud, amusing yourself. “I mean, could you imagine the headlines for that video? Upcoming Pro Hero, Deku, goes more than a little ‘Plus Ultra’!”

Midoriya put his head down in shame. “Please don’t share it! I’ll do anything!” There it was. Those three words you wanted to hear.

You bite your lip in anticipation, if only he knew..

“I have a couple of ideas...” You slurred your words out, Midoriya threw his head back up, knowing too well what you were going at.

You grabbed his wrist so suddenly and harsh, making his breath hitched in shock and in pain.

Your lips got closer to his ear and whispered your commands to him.

“N-No! I can’t!”

“Then I guess you want that video to be leaked.” You harshly said, tightly gripping his wrist a little by each second. “O-Ouch—!” He winced in pain, as your nails were scratching deeper into his skin, it was too much to take. “Ok, ok!” He cried out, to get you to relese your grasp from him, a slight tear coming out of his eye.

“I’ll......I’ll do it...” he couldn’t believe the situation he put himself in. He wanted to kick himself in the back for not fighting back.

But what could he do to you? He knew how manipulative you were and how one step ahead you were with him.

He has no choice but to be on your good graces, he supposed...

“Good, cause I need you to do something for me.” You released your hands from him as if it never happened.

Midoriya was on his knees, gently rubbing the part of his wrist that had your nails all over it in the hopes of nursing it a little.

“L-like what...?” As much as he was submitted to you, he still had a slight hate in his tone, in which you didn’t like one bit. But, you didn’t have time to point it out right now.

You hummed, thinking of something. “Well, we are alone in a bathroom...” your smirk widened a little, meanwhile Midoriya put two and two together immediately.

In shock, he stood up, in hopes of protesting when he can.

“No! S-someone might come in!” He cried out. Oh how little he knew....

“The door’s locked, Midoriya. I locked it before coming here. I’m not stupid.” You crossed your arms in annoyance, rolling your eyes in the process.

Midoriya was silent after that. No one was going to barge in the bathroom to help him, he was stuck with you....

He suddenly felt a hand crawl around his neck, softly. He immediately looked to see that it was you. He was so lost in his brain that he didn’t even notice you get so close to him.

He gulped, an empty pit in his stomach was crawling around. He knew the situation he was in and knew how trapped he was.

You however, couldn’t have been more excited. You managed to push your breasts against his chest, to see what kind of a reaction you’d get from him. He gulped in response, his eyes were looking anywhere but you. You had to change that.

So you moved your hands from his neck to chin, and forcefully pulled his lips towards yours. “Hmp—!” Was all that escaped from his lips, as you roughly kissed his soft lips.

You released, as Midoriya tried gain as much breathe as he could. But you still weren’t done with him...

“We only have ten minutes till class starts.” You said as you pulled him into one of the bathroom stalls, alluding to more than just a kissed…

“It appears your body is ready for another youngling, my dear.” His deep voice came from behind, almost making you jump in your seat, his tone masks it for love and care but you know it’s just him telling you what he wants. It’s not a suggestion, it’s an order.

This was just the married life with King Cold. Every alien race had a different way of conception and rituals to uphold, marrying into King Cold’s was an odd one for sure. According to his race: The male provides his seed to the female womb, and then moves on as usual. The females aren’t allowed to roam free and are told to stay away from the battlefield. When you were pregnant with Cooler, it only lasted a year for your eggs to solidify to be pushed out of your womb, the scientists within the Cold Force take your eggs and put it in a cold dark refrigerated state as low as -190 C. The eggs must be put in a cold environment so that way the strongest younglings can hatch, the rest die from the cold or never hatch at all.

You have to push out about ten eggs, and they are not medium sized in the slightest.

It pains you, seeing you push out nine out of your womb knowing only one will survive. King Cold just reassured you that the ones that died were probably weak and deadweight. If he wants to reproduce, his younglings must be the strongest to rule after him.

But who were you to question your mate’s wishes. You assumed Cooler was getting too rebellious for his father’s liking and now Cold wants to sire another youngling.

I ☆ Conception

Cold took you to his living quarters, and pinned you down using all his weight, his hands were heavy and large as he roamed your whole body, making you feel small and insignificant. He ripped your white cloak, exposing any modesty you had left. His large stature always towered over you as way to show you your place, and you always obeyed. You were just a female, you were small and not strong enough to have a battle form. King Cold could break you in half with his hands if he wanted to.

It was best to stay in line. Many females would love to bear King Cold’s younglings, I should be more grateful.

Cold always teased your wet folds using his long tail, the tip was sharp and uninviting. You remember crying during the first conception, not enjoying the way his ribbed tail tease your tight pussy, and Cold immediately pushed your head into the bed to muffle your cries.

Now you feel almost numb to it as he explored your inner walls, you winced a bit feeling the tip of his tail poke you and all your lover could do was chuckle darkly at your misery.

His tail was pulled back, and you were relieved for a few seconds until you felt to those familiar thick fingers invade your pussy, arching your back in shock. Cold continued his deep fingering, rubbing and exploring your wet and dripping folds. He was kind enough to prepare you for his seed later on, how nice.

This was going to be a long night for you…

His cock was finally hard and revealed itself. It was massive and thick. You question how it to fit inside you before when you conceived Cooler.

“Mm ready to be breed and filled, darling?” Cold chuckled darkly, the room was dark but you can see his devilish grin plain as day. You were soaked to your core and your body was aching after his tail teased your folds for hours.

“Yes, my king.” Your voice was horse and tired, but you were obedient as always. Cold smirked underneath you, he remembers why he made you his bride in the first place.

You were made into the perfect mate for breeding.

His deep purple cock slammed inside you, making you gasp immediately, it hurt but the wetness helped it smoothly through. Tears were already welling up from your eyes as your core got used to his size again.

You practice everyday to prepare for his cock but your pussy always remained tight when his was shoved inside you.

Cold always hitched his breath in, deeply groaning as he felt how tight your walls clenched and pulled him in further. As a result his massive hands grasped your thighs, lifting them into a mating press until your body was bent and pushed into the mattress.

And your cute moans and grunts as he thrusted in and out of you was music to his ears! You were so small underneath him, his large shoulders shadowed underneath you that your upper body was practically invisible if someone were to walk in right now. All they would see is King Cold fucking into the mattress with a small pair of legs dangling side by side his shoulders for dear life.

You were already close to your second orgasm and King Cold showed no signs of stopping until you were filled with his seed.

“A-ah—! Cold..am close…fuck-“ you whimpered underneath him but to no avail. He only darkly chuckled, his breath was hot and added more sweat beading on your forehead and naked body, you felt numb and your pussy felt raw and filled.

“In due time, dear…mmm…” he grunted, his thrusts were getting sporadic and rough. “You still have a lot of room to take my seed—!” He slammed pelvis deep in you, as you arched your back, taking it in and moaning so loud it’ll make the windows shake.

“Mmm ohhhh fuck, my king-!” You urged, gargling your moans in delight as your dear husband found the perfect spot to hit inside you. Your king cold only groaned afterwards, mutters various commands and yes’s as he shoved his thick rope of seed into your womb. You could feel it release into your walls, feeling your stomach already filled to the brim. Your husband was not holding back.

When the cold tyrant felt his seed was fully in, he pulled out, missing the warm tightness of your wet pussy already. But his job was finished.

Cheekily, he pushed any reminants of his seed that was seeping out of your pussy lips further in your used up walls with his fingers. “I want you to take all my seed, dear.” He cooed, pretending like he didn’t just fuck your body, mind and soul into mush. Your body only jolted, as you felt his sharp nails and finger invade your body one last time.

The last thing you saw before you closed your eyes that night was King Cold’s devilish grin looming over you. Faintly hearing his deep voice invade your mind once more:

“Rest well, my precious mate..”

ll ☆ Pregnancy and Aftermath

You couldn’t move anything below your waist for weeks. Not after your husband put another baby in you and fucked you like you were nothing more than a womb with legs.

You closed your legs, squirming in your seat as your mind flashed seeing what Cold did to your body.

A few months passed and your stomach was plump and full. Your husband loomed over you, possessively and his way of love was suffocating you. And not in a gentle or nurturing way. One to remind you that he owns you. His mate. All his.

Various members of the Cold Force would take shifts, watching over you and reporting back to your husband about any updates on his mates process.

It wasn’t out of concern for you. You knew it was to keep you in line. To show you have no to privacy. And that he was always keeping tabs on you. When he’s away, the Cold Force are his eyes and ears.

Doctors are just people who keep data about your pregnancy and show no sympathy in helping you through this difficult process.

You never have things like toys or anything that’ll make the baby of yours happy. Cold said his next heir was projected to be more cold hearted than him. Any entertainment for the youngling would make him weak and too dependent.

All you have is a cradle to put the youngling to sleep and your breasts would develop milk to feed the baby its nutrients. Your body was made for it, so it make sense. Cold told you your body was useful in that way. It’s all you needed to care for the next youngling.

“King Cold?” You meekly began, holding your plump stomach close, cradling it to feel something…

Your husband only hummed, waiting for your response. “H-have you decided on a name for the youngling…?” You spoke faint and hesitant, you were afraid of being looked at as too chatty.

The cold tyrant hummed in delight, taking a sip of his chalice, taking in the sweet bitter taste of it and he muttered to you that he actually had a few in mind. “Hm, I think a name that’ll put the fear in those below us would help. A name that’ll send my men stiff and immediately obey without question…” he thought out loud.

“Frieza.”

A cold breeze sent goosebumps through your body, knowing that you’re carrying the next heir to King Cold, the new cold hearted tyrant that will conquer planets and enslave various races over the next thousands and thousands of years and then some right as your husband is humming in delight thinking what great things his youngling will accomplish after he announces his retirement when he’s of age to rule over his forces.

The youngling you both conceived together…