The Royal Library ♡

**—♡ Hail to the Queen ♡—**

We present to thee her royal majesty’s personal collection. May you find merriment in her dark desires. Due to the forbidden nature of this content, the queen requests that all guests be of age. | formerly known as @pervysenpaix

The Forbidden Zone (masterlists)

Declarations of the Queen (rules)

Her Royal Highness (author)

In the abyssal darkness, you can only make out the faintest hint of the crimson rings outlining his darkened pupils. His tail constricts further, forcing your mouth open to gasp for breath but being denied as calloused fingers glide over your tongue back and forth.

“You are either very brave, little one … or very foolish”.

Fear clouds your mind but with his venom coursing through your veins you can only gaze into his serpentine visionaries slack jawed as he plays in your throat.

The naga leers at your debauched state; the sight of you drooling on his fingers and completely at his mercy is tantalizing.

18+ MDNI

shoto is a fan favorite. most girls love to fuck him because he makes each scene a true ✨experience ✨. with shoto it’s like the cameras aren’t even there because he makes you feel like you’re the only girl in the world.

he pulls you against his bare chest as he leans against the headboard, kissing your shoulders softly and kneading your breast. one hand trails from the column of your throat down the front of your body to rest above your womb.

“how would you like it if i put something right here ?” his whispers are soft against your ear, not even the microphones could pick it up. it makes you believe him . it makes you want it.

he pulls your ear between his teeth, sucking at the lobe while his blunt nails scratch the sensitive skin above your pantyline. his thumb skims underneath and he snaps the material making you mewl. he smiles against your skin, closing his eyes to sniff your hair while twisting your nipples.

“your hair smells nice” it’s an off handed compliment but the small praise has you rubbing against his thickness.

“please touch me, sho” you whine, all needy and small. it makes his cock twitch in his sweats.

“i am touching you, baby. don’t you feel me ?” his hips roll upwards, rewarding you with brief friction on your buzzing mound. he continues to kiss your neck and shoulders while his hands twist your nipples and rub along your pantyline.

frustration bubbles beneath your skin. the sensations are simultaneously under and overwhelming.

“more, sho.” you turn to kiss him, running your tongue against his soft lips before delving into his mouth. your hand tugs at his hair, earning a soft grunt from the man but his ministrations never stop. he continues to pinch and pull your nipples at a languid pace and delicately caress your stomach. “please , i want it” you whisper, resting your forehead against his.

“you have no idea how beautiful you sound” his spit soaked lips move against yours, the hand teasing your breast moves to cradle your cheek. “but I can’t read your mind, you have to tell me what you want. can you do that for me ?”

his hand slowly moves from your cheek to wrap around your throat but he doesn’t squeeze. he rests it there, like a collar. your lips meet again but this time he leads the kiss.

“please tell me, sweetheart. i just want to help” his tone is soft but commanding. his dominant aura constricts you, it makes it so easy to slip away into that fuzzy headspace.

“i want to cum. please help me cum shoto” you whine, spreading your legs lewdly and pulling his hand inside your panties.

shoto is happy. his long fingers delve into your wetness then circle your pulsating center.

AllMight X Reader

18+ MDNI| tw! Yandere!Allmight, Stalking, Obsessive Behavior, Implied Violence, Noncon, Somnophillia, Oral (f)

True love is a unique and passionate bond that tethers the souls of the connected, forming a genuine and authentic union where in which a person truly wants the best for their beloved, regardless of what that means. It is a feeling of utmost infatuation and desire. It burns brighter and hotter than the righteous rays of an angel's blade and as everlasting and unconditional as the beauty of the sun rising and falling every day.

From the very beginning, he knew that he loved you. It was the only explanation for the sheer joy that erupted in his spirt the moment he'd lain eyes on you.

You.

You.

You.

It was you.

If there were ever a being crafted with God's direct depiction of perfection then it would be you. There weren't enough words in all the languages of the world to describe your beauty. A mere glance upon your features was more emotive than da Vinci's redenering of St. Jerome on the walls of the vatican.

From the vantage point of his living room window he could see directly into your bedroom. The decor was so you. Completly encapsulating your aesthtic and incorporating all the little things that made you unique. He could stare through that window all day with bated breath in hopes to catch a glimpse of you. To call it obsession would be distastful.

Toshinori wasn't obsessed with you, he was in love.

As a man in love, it was his duty to watch over you, both figuratively and literally. True, he was no longer a licensed pro hero but that didn't mean that he couldn't offer his protection. You needed a hero. The world was too cold for a gentle spirt such as yourself. Too trusting. Too innocent. Did you not understand the risks of this world? Why would you stand bare in your bedroom for all to see? Some sick pervert could be watching you for their own pleasure. One might think that you wanted to be seen. How else could you explain your need to bask in the early morning sun, letting the honeyed rays reflect off of your dewy skin, still glistening from your morning shower. Did you want someone to see? Did you want him to see? You're lucky he's here to watch over you, to make sure that no one would dare encroach on your space.

If he ever suspected trouble, he'd be at your side in an instant. Quirk or not he's determined to be your hero. He's adamant about making this world a safer place for you. That's the only reason he watches you. It's the only reason he follows you. The only reason he got rid of that ex boyfriend that was no good for you. None of this is about him, its about you. He only wants whats best for you. He can't expect you to understand that right now, you're far too young. All alone in this world with no one to provide for you. It breaks his heart really.

You need him, whether you know it or not, and he's desperate to show you. Sometimes it makes him sloppy. You'd almost woken up a few times when he snuck into your house at night to check for intruders. He'd tell himself that it would just be a routine inspection but when he entered your room his mind would go fuzzy at the sight of your nude body draped over mountains of pillows. Years of hero work had honed his senses, allowing him to make out the outline of your puffy cunt glistening in the illumination of the moonlight. With one leg raised, he could see the slick seeping from your neglected hole. Sometimes he could satiate himself with the mental image but there were also times when he was less restrained.

Toshinori would try to be quiet as he eased himself on your bed. Moving slowly to distribute his weight in a way that wouldn't disturb your slumber. With bated breath he'd rest his rough hands on the rich flesh of your plush thighs, reveling in the way fat spilled between his digits when he pushed down. He marveled at the contrast. All he wanted to do was feel you but after a few seconds of massaging you started to grow restless. You were whimpering and moaning from whatever lascivious acts you were experiencing in your dream state.

His palms traveled from your thighs to rest on the globes on your ass. He kneaded and separated the plush mounds, providing him with the perfect view of your puckered rim and fluttering hole. Toshinori inhaled deeply. Your scent was tantalizing. Electricity traveled down his spine, ending right at the tip of his painfully hard cock. He knew he didn't have time but couldn't help but nudge his nose between your folds. Wanting the lewd aroma to be ingrained into his mind. Your small whimpers grew into desperate cries. You unknowingly ground against his face willing him to go where you needed it most.

"Don't worry, darling. I am here" he whispered against your folds. Using two fingers to separate your labia, he granted himself what should've been a single taste of your essence, but it was addicting. His tongue swirled down your slit, collecting slick to drink down greedily. Toshinori ground against the bed, hard cock weeping inside his slacks. Open mouthed kissed were placed all over pussy. He sloppily made out with your lower lips, sucking and nipping and licking wherever he could.

Your breathing grew shallow, but you were still deep within your slumber. You begged for him. Pleaded for him to make you "feel good". To make you cum. Mumbling in the pillows that you needed his cock. You sounded desperate and it made him painfully hard. Toshinori would've loved to fuck you into oblivion but now wasn't the time.

A finger was all he could grant you, but you clenched happily around it. Blood trickled down his chin from how hard he bit his lip, and he quickly wiped it on his sleeve. Your pussy pulsed around him. You swallowed him down greedily like you were desperate to keep him there. Toshinori could tell that you were close. His only goal for that night was to bring you to climax before your eyes opened and shattered the illusion that the two of you had created. His index finger pumped into your core while the pad of his thumb circled your clit. He flicked over the bud in time with his thrusts and added the extra sensation of his tongue to lap against your hole.

Your body tensed. Then a low moan bellowed from deep within. He allowed a few moments for your body to settling before removing his finger from your death grip. No, he didn't get to cum but the soft smile on your face was satisfaction enough. After all your happiness was his main priority.

izuku doesn't do this.

he doesn't like nightclubs, finding them too loud and crowded. with his line of work he's constantly on edge, so it's seeming impossible for him to "let go" in an environment like this.

he doesnt like hard liquor, preferring to sip a beer, or two, throughout the night because he'd always been a lightweight and he'd hate to ruin someone else's night by having them babysit him. kacchan's complained about it more than once.

he doesn't like small talk, it's not one of his strong suits. he can be a bit oblivious to social cues and tends to ramble incessantly about quirks, and all might and topics much too personal for polite conversations with strangers. he always ends up stammering out apologies and turning beet red when he gets "the look".

izuku doesn't do this.

he really did not want to go out tonight.

he really did not want to put on this dress shirt.

he really did not want to wait at the bar.

he turns around to look at his friend group. they're all laughing and carrying on with models and bottle girls that are desperate for their attention. even kacchan seems to be having a good time, probably recounting his victories and relishing in the way the girls linger to his every word. it's just not like that for izuku, he's always felt so awkward.

izuku doesn't do this.

he isn't some cassonova, like shinsou or sero, that can have a girl leaving with them before they'd even exchanged pleasantries.

he isn't cool or funny, like kaminari or kirishima, that can laugh a girl right out of her panties.

he isn't mysterious like shoto or confident like kachaan, whose mere existence is enough to attract a harem.

izuku doesn't do this.

he isn't his friends.

he's just--

"deku!?"

you're pretty, so so pretty; beautiful even. your smile is radiant; it leaves him breathless. your voice is angelic; like his own personal symphony. your eyes are kind; he could stare into them for hours. your body is amazing; you look so soft-- he wants to touch you in all the best, and worst, ways. your scent is hypnotic, it compliments you perfectly; he can't stop himself from leaning in-- it's like he's in a trance.

"wow, i can't believe i'm meeting my favorite hero! what can i get for you?"

he's your favorite hero? praise all might, he's blessed. to think that an angel like you had even considered his presence was astounding. if this was a different time, he'd worship at your feet with offerings of sacrifice and allegiance. you are the embodiment of all the beautiful things in the world that he'd sworn to protect. he doesn't even know your name but he's already named your three children and decided where you all would vacation in the summers.

izuku doesn't do this, because if he did he wouldn't have said that out loud and you wouldn't be giving him "the look". and fuck if he isn't mortified. can he not be a fucking nerd for once in his miserable existence ? maybe shinsou can brainwash him into forgetting how you flipped him off and called him a creep. his self deprecating mind can't handle that kind of torment on repeat.

izuku doesn't do this… and it seems like you can tell because why haven't belittled him ? why haven't you ran in the other direction? why aren't you giving him 'the look' anymore ? why are you smiling at him ?

"do i at least get to help plan the wedding? or was marriage not on the agenda?"

a joke.

that was a joke.

you were laughing with him, and not at him.

"of c-course you could help p-plan it but i think you should give me your number first".

he can thank the vestiges of OFA for that confident delivery because he was on the verge of passing out.

you whistled lowly, then bent down to grab two beers from under the bar.

"how about we start with names and see where the night takes us, huh? cheers".

izuku doesn't do this, but with the feeling of your fingers brushing his own as you hand him the drink lets him know that you're well worth it. he doesn't like his shirt, or this club but he likes you.

18+ MDNI | masturbation, praise , video chats, crack-humor

most would consider it unwise for a girl like you to be in these chat rooms due to the questionable discourse and rather infamous patrons, but girls just wanna have fun right ?

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: saw an old couple today, could be me and shig but he’s playing ☹️

user2345: i think you mean planning* as in planning world domination and torment of quirkless losers like you.

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: oh sweetheart you’ll never get any pussy if you keep acting like one

user3333: damn bro, you gonna take that ?

user2345: who gives a shit about some villain groupie ?

user2345: she keeps her mouth so full of cum that it’s starting to affect her whore brain.

user2345: do you really think the true leader of the new world would make time for some dumb cunt like you ?

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: there’s probably a higher chance of tomura shigaraki and i living happily ever after than there is of ANY woman even looking in your direction.

this was a normal friday night, you simping over shigaraki in the forums and clapping back at the misogynistic incels that hid behind their keyboards in their mothers’ basements. but there was one guy that always stood up for you whenever the idiots got too out of hand. he was also a moderator so he had no problems blocking them.

the two of you would dm off and on about life , thoughts on hero society, hobbies , etc. from your chats you gathered that he didn’t walk that straight and narrow but that didn’t mean much to you. he would sometimes tease your about your crush on shigaraki and your general taste in men.

finalboss: honestly, what kind of girl likes a criminal?; who knows what kind of twisted shit the guys into— you’re not even a villain.

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: you know nothing jon snow

finalboss: that reference just confirmed btw

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: i’ll have you know that my beloved is a certified otaku fantasy nerd.

finalboss: oh yeah ? and how’d you obtain such info ?

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: i run 3 stan accounts on twitter and i belong to a shiggy fan club 🥹

finalboss: 😃

finalboss: seek help

finalboss: 😃

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: you wound me ☹️

finalboss: i’ll just leave that too your Prince Charming lol

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: oh lord , did you see the footage of his latest attack ?

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: he was dressed like a whoreee 😩😩

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: tits just out for my viewing pleasure

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: shigaraki is my shepherd, he know what i want.

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: wanna suck on those sugar nips and call him mommy

finalboss: you get weirder and weirder every time we chat

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: that means we’re becoming besties ㅤ♡ ︎

finalboss: ♡ ︎

it was nice having someone to talk to about your secret obsession, it’s not like your “real life” friends would understand. the two of you had carved out your own little piece of the internet to goof around in. he never disclosed much information about himself and typically kept the conversations focused on you, but you still felt an undeniable bond to this faceless stranger.

then he ghosted you.

weeks went by without a word from your friend. he no longer defended you in the forums and he didn’t respond to any of your dms. you’d started to get worried that he may have been arrested or worse. and at the three month mark you’d finally given up hope that you’d ever hear from your friend again. but then the unexpected happened.

finalboss is requesting to video chat.

this was completely out of character but after months with no word, you were desperate to hear from your friend.

you were prepared to chew him him out for abandoning you. thinking of all the ways you could insult him while simultaneously expressing your need for his comfort and company. but your mind went blank when the grainy screen loaded into the pixelated image of your companion.

whispy tendrils fell from his bun, framing the sculpted planes of his handsome face. his lips were dry, slightly chapped, with the only lubrication being the sheen of saliva left by the slow drag of his tongue. bloodied eyes bore into your own leaving you breathless and dazed.

“hey bestie”

his voice was low and raspy, almost like a whisper. a deep rumbling that echoed in your ear drums. it was oddly hypnotic. he was absolutely mesmerizing.

tomura chuckled into the camera, showing flashes of perfectly white teeth. he leans back into the chair, a hand on the back of his neck showcasing a broad chest and toned abs.

“didn’t expect you to be this quiet, bestie. is my outfit not slutty enough for you ? i could always take these off…” his hand fell from his neck to rest and the waistband of his black jeans.

you remained speechless, eyes glued to the light dusting of hair below his belly button.

more laughter and shifting. now you were met with the glorious girth of shigaraki’s cock clenched tightly in his fist. the darkened tip oozed a sparkling trail of pre that spilled down his length. his thumb swiped the fluid to spread over his veiny member.

“c’mon , doll. don’t leave me hanging” he teased, squeezing his fist upwards to produce more pre. “i thought you wanted to be my ‘mc’ ? seems more like an npc if you ask me”.

“y-you’re him” you stammered, eyes following the slow drag of his fist. “you’re tomura shigaraki”.

“in the flesh” he teased, shooting a wink that went directly between your legs. “well kinda, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. sorry i’ve been away so long, but you’d wait forever for me won’t you , perfect girl ?”

your nod was automatic. robotic even. you’d moved closer to the screen, completely engrossed by his ministrations.

“anything for you beyon—shiggy”

you both laughed at that. he appreciated your humor, especially with all the drama in his day to day. even in def con simp mode and being ghosted didn’t stop you from being undeniably you. that’s probably why he was as obsessed with you as you were with him.

“i know we probably have alot to discuss but todays been kind of shitty and i’d really like to explore our final fantasies”.

you snorted, “that was really bad , shig”.

a/n : this is an unedited poorly written thot that i had for christmastime, neglected it then thought to release it for icythots birthday. i'm sorry my love you deserve better but maybe someone will like it !

midoriya is awful at hiding things.

snacks, secrets, feelings and especially presents. so, naturally birthdays are very stressful for him.

he tries his best each year but no matter how creative he thinks he is, his boyfriend always stumbles upon his hiding spots. it can get really frustrsting at times, and even though shoto says that it's okay and still pretends to be surprised with whatever allmight related collectable he gets him-- deku still wants to get this right!

so this year he had the bright idea of leaving the wrapped gift in his office drawer until the big day. midoriya is often up and out of the house by 5am for his morning jog and workout, with his bestfriend kacchan, while shoto sleeps in. however, since it's a "holiday" deku would forgo the gym sesh and drive over to their joined agency like a sneaky little elf.

it's honestly the perfect plan and he doesn't know why he didn't think of it sooner.

izuku was proudly mumbling to himself as he stepped off the elevator and into the office space when he noticed you sitting at your desk in the lobby. you'd been his and shoto's assistant for about a year now; a quirkless college grad with great references and eager to please. both men would describe you as a literal godsend-- single handedly organizing and restructuring the business aspects of their very chaotic agency.

don't judge the man, it's tough being the "on again off again" number one and japan's new "symbol of hope".

between keeping civilians safe and battling it out on the charts with kacchan every other week, he doesn't have time for paperwork and protocol. shoto, who sits comfortably at number 3, simply ignores paperwork and waits for somebody else to do it.

all of that to say that you were a super hardworking and valued employee but it still doesn't explain why you'd be at the office this early on the weekend.

"goodmorning, y/n".

you must not've heard the ding of the elevator because the sound of his voice startled you into spilling the contents of your mug all all over your keyboard.

"shit. shit. shit." you scrambled to blot the mess with your cardigan sleeves, shaking your head and worrying at your lips. deku was slightly amused. not because you'd spilled something but because he'd never heard you use profanities before. you were normally very reserved and meek. your submissiveness was something that he'd spoken about to you in the past because he felt like some of the sidekicks were taking advantage of your kindness. if deku had to list one toxic trait about you, it'd probably be that you were an extreme people pleaser. even moreso than him, and that's saying something.

"are you okay? i hope you didn't burn yourself".

you sighed, defeated, allowing yourself to glance at the annoying intruder only to be met with sparkling gemstone eyes and a soft smile. time has been well on midoriya. even with the slight crinkles by his eye and streaks of gray peppering his emerald green mop, he still looked as youthful as ever. the same deku that stole the hearts of many all those years ago- just a few more scars on his warlorn body and a softer layer to his midsection. but he looked great! if anything that extra thickness on his tummy only emphasized his mouthwatering biceps and juicy juicy thighs. he could probably crack your head open with those things.

"hey, sweetheart. are you okay?" he was closer now, the minty aroma of his cologne flowing into your space. your cheeks burned. here you were lusting over one of your very taken bosses, yet again.

"mr.deku! im fine, im fine. you just startled me is all" you breathed, brushing a stray loc away from your face. deku hummed, seemingly evaluating your strange reaction but choosing not to comment.

"why aren't you at home with your family? i could've sworn we gave all the administrative staff the day off".

"well i don't really have a family or anybody waiting for me, so i figured that i could get some work done. crime doesn't stop on the weekends" you shrugged. that didn't sit well with deku. he couldn't imagine you spending the day holed up in his agency.

"why don't you come home with me"?

it was hard not to laugh at the way your eyes widened. your mouth opening and closing in shock. it was so easy to fluster you. deku didn't know if it was due to your age or if you were just that innocent. he liked that. its perverted, he knows, but the thought of you on your knees staring up at him all doe eyed lived rent free in his mind.

"ouch, i didnt know that i was such bad company" he teased, just to get a rise out of you. and of course you took the bait. rushing to apologize. clarifying that you didn't want to be a bother. insisting that he haad much better things to do than babysit you. but deku wouldn't be deku if he took "no" for an answer, and that's how you wound up in your employer's kitchen watching him struggle to decide what he'd be preparing for his lover's birthday brunch. it was something that his friends did every year for eachother and he offered to host this time but there was one small problem…

deku can't cook.

sure he has the funds to hire a catering service but that seemed so impersonal. he wanted something that came from the heart! but after a couple tik tok videos and several pancakes on the floor- he started to rethink that decision. he then heard the little giggles coming from your direction. he turned towards you with a raised brow and you quickly put both hands on your mouth in response.

"what's so funny, little girl ?" he pointed his batter covered spatula towards you, only to get some on his freckled cheek. you laughed even harder this time, grabbing for your phone to take a picture. he liked seeing you like this, all free and relaxed.

"y'know i didn't see "bully" listed on your resume" he joked, pouting while dramatically turning his back to you. "don't expect a good reference letter from me when you go seek out greener pastures".

"oh please" you snorted, rising from your stool to join him at the stove. "where would i find something greener than your hair, mr. deku?" you teased, bumping him aside with your hip to grab the bowl of batter, "besides i'd never leave the two of you". it grew silent; the only sound being the sizzle of the batter hitting the pan. for a moment you thought you'd overstepped and began raking through your mind for save but the hero mimicked your earlier action-- softly bumping your hip to catch your attention. with flushed cheeks he smiled down at you making heat bloom witin your own cheeks.

"the feelings mutual, sweetheart".

after about two hours of cooking, with deku insisting on "mandatory snack breaks", the two of you had accomplished decenrt brunch spread with a fusion of japanese and american cuisine.

the two of were giggling over a pot of kenchinjiru when shoto sleepily shuffled into the kitchen. it was a welcomed sight to wake up to you and izuku being so cozy. he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, just admiring how well you fit with his partner, how comfortable you both seemed. he could've watched you all morning, had izuku not looked over his shoulder.

"oh! hey, sho. look at what i found" izuku chirped, happily petting you on top of the head. "izuku--" you whined shyly, glancing at the heterochromatic hero.

even fresh out of bed, shoto looked absolutely stunning. his silky strands were parted down the middle, falling loosely against his tailbone. his beautifull sculpted face held no imperfections, save for his iconic scar. however, his body told a different story. standing bare, in only his boxers, you could see battle scars littered against his pale flesh-- weaving against one another like the intricate lines of a tattoo. he'd always maintained a slimmer physique than deku, showcasing a smaller waist and chiseled abs lightly dusted with a bicolored happy trail that led to his scantily clad lower regions. the sight of shoto todoroki in nothing but his skin tight boxer briefs was mouth-watered. you eyes wandered a bit longer and lower than thet should've and the icy hot hero definitely took notice.

eyes locked on your own, sauntered towards the two of you and pulled izuku into a steamy kiss. the greenette was shocked, especially when his partner's hands dropped to grip his ass. he leaned into the other man's touch, moaning softly with each swipe of his tongue. you were as still as a statue, drinking in this erotic display of passion. yes, you'd seen them kiss around the agenc before but it was never more than a light peck. this was soft porn.

"goodmorning, baby" shoto whispered against izuku's lips. kissing him softly once more before pulling away and turning towards you. you didnt know what to expect but it surely wasn't him pulling you flush against his body, big hands resting on your hips while nuzzling his cheek against your own.

"what a nice surprise".

his voice was still husky with sleep and it tickled your skin. he pulled back slightly to get a better look at you. big bright eyes, rich skin and soft curves. the last thing he epected to wake up to was you in his arms, but its not like he's complaining. it's no secret that shoto fancies you. the only person unaware of his crush was you.

for the sake of decorum and professionality, in addition to his long-term relationship, he'd refrained asking you out directly. you were the best assistant they'd had and both men could tell that you were shy, so he would've hated to scare you off. he kept his efforts subtle. one time you mentioned how sweet you thought it was that him and izuku left eachother cute encouraging messages on their desks throughout the day, so he started leaving you cute little notes as well.

"you're doing great".

"i'm so happy you're here".

"you're the perfect little helper".

"you smell nice"

you didn't get the last one, it was intercepted by izuku who felt like it was borderline creepy. he didn't have any problems with shoto's crush/obsession with you; he actually encouraged ti, especially in the bedroom. but there was a time and a place for everything.

the two of you had been staring at eachother for a while when deku's voice brough you back to reality.

"do you mind excusing us for a second, love ? i'm sure you dont want to see this old man in his undies" Izuku giggled, while nudging his partner.

"she doesn't seem to min-

"shoto! bedroom, now."

the two men left you to your simmering soup, and thoughts while they trekked to their upstairs bedroom.

"you've really outdone yourself , izu" shoto began, "i was expecing another allmight figurine, not a threesome".

"shoto, baby, you gotta relax sometimes" izuku sighed. he searched through the drawers looking for a pair of shoto's sweat then threw them at the other man's head. "i saw her at the office this morning and invited her over because aparrently she's all alone. she just thinks she's here for your birthday brunch and has no idea about your little obession with her".

"MY 'little obession' ? wasn't it just last night that you begged me to fuck you like i'd fuck her ?"

Izuku ran his figners through his hair trying to ignore the emerging stiffness between his thighs from the memory.

"i- i will admit that i am attracted to her and after spending time with her this morning i can admit that i do like her BUT i am not the one that purposely gets hurt on patrol so that she'll fuss over me, and i'm definitely not the one that calls her for literally everything just so i can jerk off to her voice over the phone, am i ?"

"i will neither confirm nor deny those statements".

"exactly" izuku rolled his eyes, "m'gonna go check on her, k?"

"don't eat without me" shoto smirked.

"perv" izuku muttered, but winked back at his handsome boyfriend. he opened the door and there you stood wide-eyed with your hand over your mouth.

his eye twitched. they'd just been busted discussing you in a very lewd manner. he was just about to apologize but you did it first

"i'm so so sorry, mr deku. i didnt mean to listen, i just wanted to tell mr shoto 'happy birthday' but then i heard you talking and i didnt know what to do because i have been in love with the two of you since i started working and i never imagined--

izuku interrupted your ramblings with a soft kiss and gestured to shoto who was already sitting on the bed, cock in hand.

18+ MDNI| tw! prohero!bkg , erotic massage, anal fingering , rimming , dubcon if you squint i suppose

bakugo didn’t really know what to expect when he booked your services.

he’d been having a rough few weeks with villain attacks and pr issues leaving him extremely stressed and irritable. deku suggested that he give you a call, stating that he’s a regular customer and you often help him unwind. he also emphasized how discreet you were; which was a plus for katsuki cause he valued his privacy.

you did in house visits, which was convenient because he didn’t have to worry about extras recognizing him and asking for autographs.

a makeshift massage parlor, fully stocked with various oils, scented candles and ambient music, was set up in his living room thanks to your compartmentalization quirk. it all looked very professional, you even wore white scrubs to top it all off.

he was a bit skeptical when you asked him to undress and lie facedown, hating to be in such a vulnerable position, but you endured that it was all apart of the “process”.

doubt started to creep from his mind when he first felt your fingers graze his back. his muscles tensed and flexed at your touch. he sighed softly as you worked the corded muscle of his upper back with your palm.

you massaged down to his tailbone, being sure to pay extra attention to his previously identified problem areas. then you went down to his feet, working your fingers through his toes and up his calves then thighs before your were palming the globes of his ass.

it was unexpected but he allowed you to call continue your ministrations without interrupting until he felt his cheeks part and your finger slide up the crack of his ass.

“oi! whaddya’—

“just relax, mr. dynamight. it’s all apart of the process”.

he wanted to object but then he felt something cool and wet teasing his hole.

bakugo blushed a fearsome red as your tongue slithered against his asshole. it felt weird but oddly satisfying. you glided over the puckered rim, dipping in ever so often. a full shiver ran down his spine when you spit on his asshole and sucked it back up.

“how are you feeling, mr. dynamight”?

“s’good. so fuckin’ good”.

you hummed in satisfaction, bobbing your head up and down to thrust in his cute pink hole. he was dangerously close to cumming when you pulled away. he whined at the loss of contact but it was short lived. soon he felt something firmer prodding at his rear entrance.

it was a tight fit but with the help of the massage oil your finger glided effortlessly in and out of his puckered rim. you swirled the digit around his walls, paying attention to all the spots that had him bucking into the massage.

katsuki back arched lewdly when you added another finger. you smacked the supple fat of his pale cheeks while your fingers fucked into him. you continuously spanked him, enjoying the way the skin darkened under your palm.

the wet schlick of katsuki’s sloppy hole filled the room. your fingers slammed into his prostate over and over. when you curled your fingers just right he finally blew his load all over the table.

18+ MDNI| himbo!kaminari , cherrychaser!shinsou, nerdy!reader

this was an absolute disaster.

out of all the students in your soc theory class, the professor had paired you with none other than denki fucking kaminari.

why is this such a big deal ?

for starters, he’s an idiot. there isn’t an intelligent thought going on in that pretty blonde head. the only reason he was even enrolled at Yuuei University was athletics. he was set to go pro but the league required at least three years of college before an athlete could be drafted. school was literally a placeholder for him until he was able to do what he really wanted.

secondly, it would be extremely difficult to be partnered with this beautiful idiot because you had the hugest crush on him.

what’s not to like about kaminari ? he’s handsome, funny and charismatic—undeniably one of the most popular guys in school. a super bubbly, “life of the party, attitude that was the complete opposite of your shy, reserved nature.

he was also taken, so that ruined your chances of anything happening if you were even his type to begin with. as far as you knew, he’d never spared you a second glance. so, why was he walking over to your lunch table with his boyfriend in tow.

you knew shinsou a little better than kaminari—he was the son of your favorite professor and you had a couple classes together. on a few occasions he’d lean over to ask for the date or a spare pencil. and it definitely made your heart race when he’d whisper “thanks, kitty” , referring to your favorite headband, and wink before turning around.

okay, so maybe you had a crush on both of them but that made things even more difficult!

“hey, yn!” kaminari shouted as he approached.

god, he was so loud. half the cafe turned to look in your direction. you sunk in your seat silently praying that the ground would swallow you hole.

“helloooo— earth to yn. anybody home?”

he was getting closer and there was absolutely no way out of this, so you gave a small wave as he slid into the booth across from you. shinsou opted to sit next to you, throwing his long arm behind your head.

“hey, kitty. funny meeting you here” he smirked lazily, reaching into your lunch tray to pop one of the fries in his mouth.

“h-hi shinsou. hi k-kaminari” you replied, looking down at your fingernails. eye contact wasn’t your strong suit and it was especially intimidating with the two of them.

kaminari didn’t seem to notice. “no need to be so formal—all my friends call me kami or denki!”

“we’re not friends…” you mutter, sparing a glance at the blonde while chewing at your fingertips. seeing his pout made you immediately regret your words.

“ouch, sparky. sucks to be you” shinsou teases, taking another fry to throw at his boyfriend.

“dick” kaminari scoffs, before glancing back at you. there was the briefest moment that his honey brown eyes met your own before snapping back down. interesting, he thought to himself. “well, we may not be friends yet but i promise to win you over if you give me a chance ! whaddya say partner?”

he extends his hand for you to shake. they’re pale and pretty. with long veins popping out of the flesh and black painted fingernails. your mind flashes to thoughts of them caressing your body—would they be soft and smooth or rough and calloused ?

you knawed at your lip in contemplation. it wouldn’t hurt to try and be friends— you did have to work together anyway. and it would be nice to have someone to talk to outside of schoolwork. if you could manage to string together more than two sentences.

you dare glance up at his honey brown orbs for the briefest of moments before settling on his pouty lips.

“ohkay, k-kami” his lips curl into a smile as you extend your hand to meet his. static electricity courses through your fingertips causing you to yelp and pull back.

“looks like you two have chemistry” shinsou purrs, lazily fingering the tip of your cat eared headband.

kaminari looks at his boyfriend incredulously.

“no bro, i told you we have sociology!”

you and shinsou groan in unison. “whaaaat?” kaminari whines making you giggle. shinsou squeezes your shoulder and smirks down at you and heat immediately floods your face.

the veil between worlds is thinnest at years end, permitting traveling between realms. when you wished for adventure and excitement in the new year, you never expected to stumble into a new world. a beautiful grove with exotic wildlife and gorgeous vegetation. and you most certainly didn’t expect to have a spear pointed directly in your face.

“oh! you’re a human?”

Viridescent wings protruding from his back and pointed ears confirmed that he wasn’t.

The freakishly tall stranger drove his weapon into the ground before extending his scarred hand to help you up. Now, standing toe to toe, you got a better look at him.

He was beautiful. Lush leafy locs curled around his tanned face that was lined with emerald markings along his jawline. His verdant eyes resembled the groves budding flowers. The man had plump pink lips that curled into a breathtaking smile, revealing silver tipped fangs, and pretty freckles decorated his cheeks and bare torso.

He wore golden cuffs around his large biceps and a leather holster across his body that held multiple daggers, all varying in size. His lower half was covered with airy trousers that couldn’t have provided much protection from the breezy night air and his feet were bare.

“i— yes?”

“is that a question?”

He smirked a little. Then crossed his palms over the base of his spear to rest his cheek as he watched you.

You looked good— soft and pretty, but you smelled even better. It was an intoxicating scent that teased his budding frenzy.

“Are you not human ?” You ask, more confidently this time. He shakes his head “no” continuing to smirk at you. It was unnerving, especially with his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Well..” you pause, not wanting to offend but still rather curious. “What are you?”

“I’m Izuku” he giggled, eyes glinting with mischief. “But you can call me whatever you’d like, pet”.

18+ mdni | pro hero au , fluff, free form, new relationship

midoriya is gorgeous, and that’s a fact.

there’s never been a shortage of interested women, and men for that matter.

he’s had a few high school relationships, and the occasional drunken fling but he’s never spent much time on the dating scene.

now at the tender age of 27 and sitting comfortably in the top 5, he’s decided to place more importance on his social life.

his mom had been pestering him about grandchildren and insisting that he meets her new neighbor. he’s never been one for blind dates but for the sake of his mother he obliges and agrees to come over for a late lunch one afternoon.

what midoriya didn’t expect was someone like you. you were beautiful. inside and out. smart. funny. kind. maybe a little sassy but who doesn’t like a little sass every now and then ?

the two of you exchanged numbers and spent the next few weeks texting each good morning/night , sending memes and you falling asleep on FaceTime while he got ready for his late night shifts.

izuku was actually leaving his agency when you replied to his goodmorning text with “☹️”. he was quick to call you.

“hello”

“everything okay, sweetheart?”

“my car is messing up again, it won’t start”.

“that’s the second time this week, dove”.

“i know, i know. m’gonna be late again and my boss is gonna ye—

“i’m on my way”

“Izuku— you literally just got off and your agency is on the other side of town”.

“doesn’t matter”.

“izu, I’ll be fine—

“see you soon”.

did he use OFA to get to you in less than five minutes? yes. was he ashamed? no.

he ordered an Uber and was sure to walk you in the office himself, even going so far as to explaining the situation to your boss and claiming that it was his fault.

“i hope i didn’t get her into too much trouble?” he drawled, a lazy smile gracing his tired features with his arm around your shoulders. of course your boss fawned over him and said that it was no problem. who could be upset with the symbol of hope ?

he bid you farewell but promised that he’d pick you up at the end of your shift. you insisted that you’d just call an uber but like clockwork izuku arrived at your office on the hour. looking gorgeous in his simple sweats and all might shirt while he chatting at the water cooler with “adoring fans”.

they definitely glared daggers when you finished your work and the greenette walked you out of the building hand in hand towards his sleek black car.

being the gentleman that he is, deku even offered to walk you to your door.

“thank you for today, izu. you really saved me”, you smiled softly, standing on your tip toes to kiss his cheek. he blushed a soft pink but caught your chin to being your lips to his. a sweet chaste kiss. followed by a peck on your nose.