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My Hero Academia

Midoriya Izuku

innocent darling — nsfw blurb

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bunny , pt2 — one shot

izuku’s always so sweet and caring on the outside, wiping your tears and shushing you gently. his touch is so soft despite the calloused and rough hands from years of hero work. izuku’s in charge of dressing you up like the prettiest princess — with frills and glitter and the softest shades of pink. he just thinks you look so cute like that.

katsuki’s meaner. his voice is loud and deep, his touch rough. he likes squeezing your flesh in his hands until you cry so prettily and plead with him to stop. he doesn’t, of course, he’ll just get the broccoli boy to calm you down. always says gross stuff, gropes you when he walks past. he kisses you with such feverish need you can barely breathe.

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— oh he absolutely loves it. gojo is one smooth talker and if there’s one thing he can do it’s manipulate people to act the way he wants them to.

— makes you question every single decision ; from the food you order at the restaurant, the clothes you wear, the friends you have, the words you speak. better yet, he’ll do all those decisions for you, you shouldn’t be worrying your little head about that.

— “are you sure you wanna wear that? i mean you look stunning, darling but i think the blue would fit so much better” and he’s right, of course the blue would fit so much better. without a second thought you’re wearing blue. because he’s gojo satoru, he knows best.

— he’ll slowly separate you from your friends and family. whispering nasty little lies and planting seeds of doubt in your mind until you’d rather not go out with them anymore and rarely ever see your family still. now you’re all cooped up in the compound just like he likes it and he doesn’t even need to lock you up.

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satoru was .. surprisingly clingy. he liked having you waiting for him at the door when he comes back from teaching — throwing your arms around his shoulders and peppering his face in kisses. he liked having you for himself.

it irks him whenever you ask to go out somewhere.

“why do you want to go out so badly?” his voice already tells you that he’s not entertaining the idea, the tips of his fingers gliding over your thighs that were splayed over his lap. the movie that had been playing on the tv long forgotten, faded into background noise.

“it’s lonely in here—”

you can see the way his brow quirks at your mumbled words, shrinking under his gaze and fiddling with your fingers nervously. you know he doesn’t like the topic, but even then you can’t help but ask. it’s not that he doesn’t give you attention when he’s there ; it’s more so the time he isn’t there that’s quite boring.

“lonely?” he scoffs, scowling at your words. “don’t say you’re lonely, you have me!” he almost whines, like a child that’s been denied their favorite candy. his hand halts, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs with a sigh.

he’s such an actor, you think. he’d always do this — place a hand on his chest and whine like you’ve hurt his feelings. you’d grown used to it but that didn’t make it any less manipulative. perhaps you just didn’t want to admit his influence on you.

“you don’t need anyone else.” he mutters after some time, shifting in his position to lean over you and push you back into the couch until he was hovering above you. he quirks his head to the side with a lazy grin, leaning down further to brush his lips over the side of your neck with a hum.

“i can entertain you more than enough..” he mumbles against your skin, hands finding solace around your hips while he toys with the material of your shorts.

katsuki’s the type to bully his crush because he can’t describe his feelings. he hates how you make him feel all mushy and weak. he’s not weak.

constantly torments you — he follows you around whenever he has the chance, like a looming presence everywhere you go. nobody gets close to you because they’re all scared of him. you’re his. but he gets bolder as time goes on. he flicks up your skirts, spills his drink over your blouse so he can ogle the way your bra cups your tits perfectly ; he says all kind of mean and degratory things no one can hear but you.

“aw, you gonna cry?” his voice rasps against your ear — he’s got you pinned against a wall of an empty classroom, knee pressed between your thighs while one of his hands stroke over your cheek mockingly. “who’s gonna believe you, hm? quirkless little nobody..” he murmurs, while his eyes flicker over the red marks he’s left on your porcelain skin. you bruise so easily and he loves it. your soft pleas and whimpers are like music to his ears, but they annoy him all the same.

“shut the fuck up, stupid crybaby!” he growls, slamming a hand down next to your head and watching you flinch with a grin. it’s so much fun playing with you. you’re like a little mouse in his trap, and you have no way of escaping. ever. his head tilts, lips spread into a grin and showing off sharp teeth.