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Yknow, "I'll never be like you" resonated so deeply and it honestly felt like the story was written about me.

Im 6'6" (200cm or 2m) and I can bench press over 150kg (330lbs) and eat enough to feed 30 people and I too, prefer to be "dominant" in all aspects of the relationship.

And to deal with that, especially when I was in highschool was hella tough.

So I really really appreciate that story and giving me (well not me specifically but yknow what I mean, hopefully) that recognition😇🦋

And in pt 2. Sort of telling me that, Hey, you're still valid! And all that jazz.

Thank you.

-Temporary Anonymity

Ilysm❤️❤️❤️❤️

Is there a part two for I’ll never be like you?

I'll Never Be Like You

Part Two Part One

I think the way you said it was kind of stupid. The wording, I mean. Somehow, the way you used the term "submissive" in another context aside from sexual probably threw people off. Your point wasn't likely construed properly. In terms of a relationship, all you wanted was to be "the man", for lack of better phrasing. You had the strange desire for a boyfriend who would not only be ok with, but want you to propose. To buy him flowers and chocolate for Valentine's. You wanted to be the one to save him when he was in trouble, it's why you'd gotten so strong, after all. It was difficult to put that into words without sounding stupid, and your outburst certainly didn't help, as it was unplanned. Everyone in class thought you a nuisance now, you'd bet. Which is why you hadn't been to class in a while.

Your dorm room was locked. Three days, I think. Your eyes had been closed for just as long. Sleep was the only thing you could do. There was no way you'd be able to walk into class after what happened. Maybe if you'd come in the next day and pretended nothing was wrong it could have been played off. But you'd been in your room for too long. If you went back now they'd surely notice. They'd surely laugh.

Maybe you'll drop out instead

You'd slept for so long you'd caught a headache. At first you thought of sleeping it off. But you couldn't sleep with that much pain. You needed medicine, but students weren't allowed to keep pills in their rooms. Medicine was kept with Recovery Girl. Which means you'd have to leave your room. Which means someone may see you. Maybe you could just sleep it off. You closed your eyes and felt an immediate shock of pain.

You wouldn't be able to sleep it off.

Slowly, you crept toward the door. Pressing your ear against the wood, you attempted to listen for any footsteps. Kirishima walked by. Along with Kaminari. You'd memorized the footsteps of your classmates. Although Jirou and Momo were hard to tell apart. It was quiet for two minutes. You were checking your phone. The time had to be perfect. If you waited until five minutes someone would most likely be coming out of their room again. Three minutes was perfect. It had to be. Thirty seconds till. You began planning. Visualizing how you'd avoid the creaking wood beneath you. Ten seconds. You stood up, stretching a bit. Five seconds. The door knob, grab it. Slowly twist. You swung the door open quickly in order to keep it from screeching too loudly. Taking one step out and then..you felt something beneath you. It was squishy.

You looked down, met with a pair of sleepy brown eyes.

It was Uraraka.

Your entire body tensed, a horrified look on your face. Uraraka shot up just before you slammed the door in her face. Locked. And back to bed you went. The medicine surely wasn't worth it. Go back to your room. You pleaded, although you were sure she wouldn't. It was silent. Until, of course, she knocked.

"L/N?"

No. Go away. This is humiliating. She most certainly thought you were strange. You knew(thought) she could never actually like you. Especially not after all that's happened.

"I just...wanted to talk. I've been- we've all been worried about you. You haven't been to class in awhile." Well of course you hadn't. What kind of idiot would go back to class after saying something as stupid as 'submissive girlfriend'? What kind of backwards world would you be living in if you believed it was fine to do that? It was a spur of the moment thing. Brought on by harsh emotions. Uraraka must have been an idiot if she expected you to return after that. No, that's likely the mental illness talking. You don't believe those things about her. It's not fair to think something like that about her when you don't truly believe it.

"I think it's not good for you to stay in your room for so long. I must have startled you, lying out here. I'm sorry. Can I come in?"

You thought it best not to answer. You were sure she would leave eventually. This was a problem you would not face. Perhaps jumping out of the window would do well. You would grab onto each ledge on the way down. So you wouldn't be harmed. Would that work? Run away, go missing for....ever(?). Yes, you're sure that would be the best solution. You peeked out from under the covers, staring at the window.

You jolted up, however, when there was a sudden pounding on the door. It shook you as multiple hands began beating on the wood from different angles. It couldn't have been just Uraraka.

"We love you, L/N!!"

It was gradual. One by one you heard positive affirmation after positive affirmation. It grew louder and louder.

"Please come out so we can give you a hug!!"

"You better have been brushing your teeth in there!!"

"I'll never forgive you if you have a cavity!"

"Shut it! L/N's too pretty to get a cavity!"

That's not how that works.

Pieces of paper began to be shoved beneath the door. Shaped like hearts, stars, and rainbows. Hesitantly, you crept toward the door and picked them up.

"please don't change. I'd never forgive myself if I made you feel like you had to."

"I LOVE YOU"

"YOURE TOTALLY HOT"

"PLS PEG ME"

You've gotta be joking. This is so corny. More and more letters came in, crowding under the door. How could you keep them all? How could they all be true? Surely they were ly-

There was another one. And another. You couldn't think. They couldn't love you the way they claimed to. You couldn't have been as great as they claimed. The beating on the door stopped, but the verbal assaults(positive) continued.

"Please come out!"

"We miss hanging out with you!!"

"You still owe me a piggy back ride!"

This was too much.

"Let's be friends like we were before!!"

They couldn't mean all this

"Have you been training? Can I train with you?!"

How could they ever want to-

"We're still besties, right?!"

They must have been lyi-

"There's a new boba shop opening up! Let's all go together!!"

At one point it was incoherent. But suddenly, altogether

"We miss you, L/N!! Let's be friends again!!"

. . .

When did you start crying? You think it must not matter. What a headache you'd have after this.

You pressed your forehead against the door, sobbing against the wood. Sliding to your knees, your friends went quiet. Surely they must have hated you. They cared for you so much. How could you ask for anymore?

The best feeling in the world. You're sure it must be acceptance.

"I'm sorry." You wept

"I'm so sorry. I never meant to worry you. I never meant to-"

"L/N?"

. . .

You'd come to know him as the most accepting person there would ever be. Somehow, you found him trying to save even the villains. It could never be said that he'd given up on anyone.

That is the kind of person Izuku Midoriya is.

"It's been awhile. You've been in there for three days. I hope you've been taking care of yourself." His voice was calm and gentle. You soon realized you hadn't heard him speak from the very beginning. His voice was at your level. He must have been on his knees as well. "You made quite the mess back in class. Who do you think had to clean that up?" He laughed a little. "Still, I'm glad it happened. Maybe that's selfish, but I'm happy I was able to know you a little more. I know it must have been scary. I know it must still be. But I want you to know I like those things about you. Your confidence, how bold and strong you are. I've never known you to let those attributes get to your head. You've always been kind, since the day I met you." There was a pause. He smiled "Do you remember when we went on that mission together? It was tough, and at the end you picked me up and spun me around like we were getting married. It was so embarrassing, but I never said I didn't like it.....I'm sorry if I made you feel that way."

You recalled said mission. Along with picking him up. You noticed his red and uncertain features and put him down with a swift apology. He assured you it was fine, but he couldn't look at you without going red for awhile. You had taken it to mean something negative.

"Despite all that, I still want to be friends. Even if that's all we'll ever be. I'd never want to lose you, that would hurt too much." He went silent.

Uraraka had of course noticed the hints Izuku laid out. But she knew he still wasn't sure if this whole situation was about him. In fact he was sure it wasn't. That's why he refused to confess. He could never say such a thing while you were in this state. It was fairly obvious the two of you liked each other. Far more clear to Ochaco now that you told the truth.

She lost. This was it.

"So please. Please come out. I miss you. We all miss you. Let's be heroes. Ok?"

It took strength. Quite a bit, in fact, to stand up. But you did, and they all heard it. Izuku leaned back in anticipation, not sure if it was true. Slowly but surely, you unlocked the door. It slowly creaked open and there you stood. Wrapped in a blanket, looking at the floor, and still six feet tall.

You said nothing, but there was nothing to be said.

A blunt force slammed into you almost immediately. You stumbled back as the sheer force of your friends pulling you into a hug threw you to the ground. You were there for only a moment before they hoisted you back up and dragged you out into the common area. A large feast was almost finished being set up. Aizawa had evenly distributed food onto everyone's plate. Though the biggest plate was yours. Apparently, allegedly, and supposedly, Sero texted Mr. Aizawa to let him know they'd gotten through to you and the feast was on.

You were placed in between all of your friends as they welcomed you to take as much food as you wanted. They were quite close.

Izuku sat right next to you, encouraging you to eat. He clarified, though, that it was alright if you could only handle a little. He smiled that smile you loved so much. You were sure it would be ok. You were sure 'How Much Do I Hate Myself Today?' the gameshow you'd always found yourself the winner of, would be off the air for awhile.

(luckily, ive done you the favor of removing body odor from this universe. we all know you'd stink if I hadn't)

Slowly, you picked up your chopsticks and reached out for the first bite of food you'd had in days. Everyone noticed. They watched in silence. You took a bite.

"It's really good."

Happy late birthday!

Thank you my love😌

Omg “I’ll Never Be Like You” had me crying it was written so well! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a second part to it? Maybe one where Izuku does love the reader back and convinces Mommy that no one else could be the one for him.

Don't worry. I'm doing so right now. I'm a few paragraphs in. I would tag you but...you're an anon😭

🔫 give me ya art skills

Only if I can have a slice of one of your many....many...oranges

Happy Birthday ~ ^^

Thank you🩷🩷🩷 (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

MA'AM I AM SUCH A HOE FOR THIS BLOG TYSM FOR EXISTING (sincerely a dumbass dom)

Ilysm🩷🩷🩷

Deku x tall girls for life!!!

You're so real for this

I have possibly never related more to the "I'll never be like you" post. I was just wondering if you were going to make a part 2 of it? The way you written it is so amazingly accurate to what I feel like and I wish to read more, unless you are uncomfortable with it! :D

Yes, I am! I'm working on it right now. I'll try to finish soon. It made me so happy that people related to it.

Ok, I know I went quiet for a long while but I'm back now lol I'm currently working on I'll Never Be Like You part 2. Since it was highly requested

Hold on I changed my mind. Yes, I'll draw porn for you if you pay me :)

Ayo. Did you know there's an anti bakugou discord server? Dm me if you need the goods

That's all imma say👩🏾‍🦯

Yall I turned 20 on Sunday 👁👄👁🙄

Going on 50🕺🏾

Ok so, here's the thing. I don't actually think I can write for Bakugou. I know he was on my writing list, but I just don't think I can do it. Writing someone who I perceive as a dom...being dommed...makes me uncomfortable. And I know, I know, "he's a fictional character" "we can perceive him however we want" alternate universe and such. But I have an aversion to that sort of thing, as weird as it sounds. I legitimately can't do it without wanting to cry. It sends me spiraling, so I'm sorry I can't.

If you sent me an ask for Bakugou, I'm sorry but please send it to someone else, as I can no longer fulfill your request.

I promise I'll write something soon but I gotta know, if the characters in mha, or really any anime, were real....

Like.

Ok hear me out

So first we think they're just drawings and fake people and then after awhile somehow someway we find out that

No,

Theyre real people👁👁

Real, living, breathing people(however you wanna work it out in your head is fine idc that's not the point)

But, if we were to figure out that the things we used to think were drawings are actual people, and it was recognized and completely proven and everyone accepted it as fact...

how do you think shippers and stuff would react?🤔

Especially if the characters in this anime directly asked people to stop👁

Do you think there would be discourse about shipping real people? Would people be upset?(yknow because people might not like them being shipped since they're real people) Would the shipping just get worse?

Just some thoughts. I'm gonna go write about Bakugous apology now🚪🚶🏾‍♀️

Bakugou Apologized and I Have Some Constructive Criticism

So, I read the fan translation for Bakugou's apology, and I figured I'd analyze it to the best of my ability. Well, not analyze, more like give my opinion on it.

I want to start off by saying that I'm not an anti. I'm I'm a stan either. I'm tagging this as both, though because I want to hear every side, and think about everyone's opinions so that I can make sure mine is the best it can be.

Also yes, I know it's fan translated and that the official will probably be different, but I wanted to have fun and do it anyway🥰

Please note that this is my opinion. You are more than welcome(in fact encouraged) to tell about your own opinion in the replies, but please be respectful.

Everything I write here is to be read in the most respectful and kind tone. It's how I was meaning for it to be read. I'm sorry if it doesn't come off that way, but please know I am in no way trying to be rude with anything I say.

Now then, let's get started.

First of all, he starts out with a bit of an insult "you were always far behind me" thats not true, but it's Bakugou's opinion. I'm not sure I like how he states it as fact. "You were always so far behind me." Rather than "I used to think you were always so far behind me." or "I thought you were so far behind me."

Bakugou does, however, imply that him looking down on Izuku because of him being quirkless is wrong, and I think that's awesome.

After this, he starts giving a reason(a pretty illogical one, in my opinion) as to why he bullied Deku. Bakugou felt that Izuku was somehow miles ahead of him. Next he goes into what he felt, why he felt the need to hurt Izuku. It's because of something he was feeling. And of course, how could you talk about that with someone? Especially being immature and at that age(around five or so). He didn't have to talk about it, but hurting someone is never the option(we knew this already).

Next he talks about how he was distant. And OK, that's good. He should have been distant.

Except he wasnt distant.

I can admit that on normal circumstances Bakugou didn't go out of his way to speak to Midoriya, but when Deku would speak to/compliment him, insults were thrown. Bakugou should have been distant then. Also, "I grew up distant and always tried to beat you down" are contradictions to eachother, imo. Bakugou, back in middle school, went out of his way to bully deku. That's not distant. Now back when they were small, yes. I'd say Bakugou was kind of distant. He still made fun of Izuku though, so he probably wasn't as distant as he thinks he was.

Next he talks about he could never truly be superior to Deku, how he always lost. But this is(in my opinion), unnecessary. He's giving all these reasons as to how things didn't work out for him, and that last part being placed well....last kinda makes it seem like because everything didn't work out right, he's sorry. I know this isn't how its meant, but I feel it could have been worded differently. I can't help but wonder, though, if Izuku had submitted, if Bakugou had been superior in his own eyes, if he'd succeeded, would he still be sorry?

In alot of cases, though, Bakugou succeeded in beating Midoriya down(temporarily). Physically anyway(the final exam, and when he impaled Izuku with his headpiece).

(Note: A differing opinion has lead me to think differently about this. Bakugou had become distant in an emotional sense, he and Deku weren't as close as they were before. No longer besties, if you understand me.)

At least, after this, Bakugou explains that he realizes nothing he said really matters. I like that he can understand this, and I appreciate that he feels Izuku is owed an explanation at least. The one thing I hate about this is that his reasoning for doing what he did is longer than his apology. His apology is one line.

It's just one. If someone told me that they put me through hell because of an idea they'd placed in their own head that was so incredibly far from the truth(like Bakugou saying that he thought Izuku was looking down on him during their first battle at Ground Beta), I wouldn't feel any better. As a matter of fact, I'd feel worse about it. There is literally nothing Izuku could have done to prevent the bullying. Even if he wasn't quirkless, Bakugou back then, might not have been able to fathom the idea of someone being even a little better than him. So he probably still would have bullied Deku. Only this time Izuku might have been able to fight back depending on the quirk he would have been born with.

If someone murdered my mother, and stood in court explaining why, far more than being sorry, I wouldn't be any happier. Yes, the reason matters, but the amount of time you spend explaining the reason should be virtually nonexistent compared to the time you spend showing remorse and sorrow.

I very much enjoy how he understands that Izuku wanting to leave UA and go it alone wasn't necessarily wrong. I think Bakugou is correct here. Nice Bakugou, very cool.

I'm also very happy that Izuku apologizes for saying that everyone couldn't keep up. Very cool, Izuku.

Please don't get me wrong, though. I'm proud of Bakugou for even bringing this up regardless of how he did it. I think that Bakugou apologizing is a huge step in the proper direction. I cant help but be concerned over how he'll be different in the future though.

Well, why would I be worried about this? Because he's shown promise before, but soon after goes back to being pretty rude. Bakugou explained to that child that looking down on others would prevent him from realizing his own weakness "If you keep looking down on everyone, then you won't notice your own weakness."(My Hero Academia Episode 80(sub): Relief For License Trainees -16:00). Yet, he continued to look down on others in a sense, even as recently as the Endeavor Training Arc. Bakugou's arrogance continues, even when he realizes that looking down on others is wrong. He claims that Todoroki could never notice something he didn't already notice(My Hero Academia Episode 103(sub): One Thing at a Time -7:18). And when he claims that Endeavor, the Number 1 Hero, is ripping off of his style "He's copying my Explosion" (My Hero Academia Episode 103(sub): One Thing at a Time -6:50).

Truly, I hope Bakugou's arrogance and negative confidence will subside, and we'll be able to witness him being blatantly and openly kind to others. I'm not asking Bakugou to change his character, he could become an Inosuke(Demon Slayer) of sorts. He could even become a more obvious Tsundere, with the narrative showing his thoughts and agreeing with him actually caring in a more obvious fashion.

But, that's just what I think

Once again, feel free to comment your opinion on my criticisms of Bakugou's apology, or even tell me what you think about it! I love hearing differing opinions.

This is so unbearably adorable😭😭😭 \(^0^)/

I can't wait to shift and get this experience for real.

QUIT MAKING MY HEART SQUEEZE LIKE THAT I CANTJXSKSJFIJDNFCIXZIX THIS ISNT FAIRRRRR😭😭😭🥰🥰☺☺

starring: izuku midoriya- beautiful birthday boy

summary: waking up in the early morning before izuku you decide to make him breakfast in bed for his birthday, along with a written birthday day which causes him to cry about his insecurities.

⚠️ warning ⚠️: insecure!izuku || bday boy!izuku || izuku crying || angst??? just a teeny bit of sad stuff || other than LOVELY FLUFF ||

happy bday izuku luv u <333

the sun leaked through the thin silky curtains as you woke up, your charming lover, izuku, was still fast asleep. you wonder on how you should wake him up and you decide to make breakfast-in-bed, specially for him. making your way downstairs, your brain rummages through your history of dating izuku, you were specifically

remembering what he loved for breakfast most. pancakes. with a wide grin printed on your face, you open the fridge and sigh in relief to see the correct ingredients.

if you remembered correctly, you mix all the ingredients together. oh whatever you might as well wing it am i right? swinging a cupboard open, you bend down, extending your arm to grab a bowl. once you finally found one you add flour, sugar, a pinch of salt and baking powder, then you make sure to whisk it throughly.

although you went quite overboard, air bubbles started to form at the force you put in. soon after, you pour milk, melted butter and eggs into your batter and give it yet another mix.

now that your batter is complete, you set your pan on the stove and run up to check on izuku, praying to god that he was still sleeping. peeping through the door, you saw izuku completely knocked out, sleeping so well that you almost felt bad you were going to wake him up soon as he shifts around some, you sprint back to the pan that’s slowly heating.

not long after you pour batter into the pan and flip it to reveal your beautiful golden brown pancakes, the smell travelling to every corner of the kitchen, you wanted to eat it right there and then but you just couldn’t! it’s for izuku remember Y/N!

finally youve finished. you throw the bowl which was once filled with the delicious pancake mix into the sink along with the pan. setting up the pancakes on a plate, drizzled in maple syrup with a few strawberries and blueberries on top. you grab a pen and birthday card to write your message in. you smile with each word written- of course you could’ve wrote more but it wouldn’t fit :(. placing the plate of pancakes on a large tray along with a cup of orange juice, you put card right next to the beverage and make your way to the shared room.

putting the tray on your counter, you grab a pillow and lightly hit izuku with it, giggling as he slowly wakes up and grabs his own one, play fighting along with you. you decide to bring your match to a stop and push his back to the headboard, “izuku i wanted to give something special to start off your day and what better to do that than with…”, his eyes follow your every movement which leads to the tray of his scrumptious breakfast. “your own meal in bed”. his pupils take the shape of hearts and his jaw drops, heart swelling so much you’re afraid it might combust. he doesn’t know what to feel other than loved. you pass him his birthday card which shakes him out of his frozen trance…he read it with every ounce of concentration he has.

his eyes tear up, getting glossier by the moment, the words were so simple but they meant so much only because they were coming from someone he loves so much, with all his heart.

dear izuku,

i cant begin to explain how much i love you, your lovely personality and your attractive traits is what intrigued me to get closer to you. you are so unbelievably you and no one else can be remotely like that. your irresistible wide eyes, ravishing freckles and engaging locks of deep forest green hair caused me to feel something i’ve never felt before, my chest feels heavy and my tummy gets butterflies each time my eyes lay on. you’re beautiful. you’re heavenly. every moment with you is one i cherish and i’ll never forget it. i don’t think i can forget it. happy birthday bby<3

Yours Truly,

Y/N

izukus sniffles cause you to melt, “aww izuku don’t cry baby don’t cry”, he abruptly pulls you into a hug and whimpers into your shoulder, “aww i love you izuku!”, and with those words, he starting crying, feeling like the centre of attention made him feel completely different but he knows why he’s sobbing, it was the card. something he’ll read almost everyday. izuku has been insecure about his features and for you to mention his features and your love for them was something he had to cry at. he’ll never think he’s unattractive ever again. he should’ve done that from the very beginning. :) however you didn’t know his words would have this much of an affect on him!

a/n: i am quite late but i’ve had izuku on my mind all day, ive been busy but i still had to do smth for his birthday and so i personally loved this fic and i’ll be sharing it with my fellow izu simps!

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I have something coming up for you guys that's really special, so please stay tuned!

NSFW Sneak Peak pt. 2

NSFW Under the cut-

Just finished drawing Deku’s cck for the comic I’m working on....

It’s kinda hot.....

I’ll show you the full picture once it’s all finished ^^

Lmao make sure you keep those screenshots....something tells me this won't be the only time this situation happens.....🤔

Reader lays on end of the bed and deku face fucks her mouth while lying down and gripping the pillows (Deku laying on stomach while face fucking her mouth) and using our mouth as a fleshlight, since he had a stressful day at work and deserves

HDJSKSLXNCK WHY HAVE I NOT SEEN MORE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT THIIIIISSSSSSS

KSKSKSKDJFKDKFN WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA-

NOT MR. AIZAWA GIVING URARAKA THE STARE

PLEASE THE NIGHTMARES IM GOING TO HAVE

🖐🏾😭

NSFW Sneak Peak

So I’ve spiraled down the path of Bunny Butt Plug Deku.

And so I wanted to draw something else. 

That’s also porn. (who would have guessed??)

And I came up with this.

It’s not done yet and this is just the first panel type thing

All Characters are aged up

Warning: NSFW(ish), Mommy Kink, GFD(Gentle Femdom)

Lmao Deku in a skirt  

Good boy

I wanted to draw Deku but didn’t know how I wanted to do it. And then, it hit me.

Porn.

All characters are aged up, minors dni.

Warnings: Cockring, NSFW, Bunny Buttplug, Coochie slurp-

heh. deku with a bunny buttplug is my life now

Hero

Deku x Reader NSFW

A/N + Summary: Once again, my daydreams are getting the better of my day. So I figured I’d share one of the dirtier ones that’s been on my mind lately. 

Just imagine if One for All caused Deku to experience heat cycles. Then one day, the two of you were out(you’d tried to keep Deku at home, but his desire to save others often trumps out anything else, despite his never ending discomfort), and after a long day of hero work, the two of you had gotten on the train to head home. You knew Deku had been having trouble that day, and the way he clung to you definitely showed it.

Not proofread, sorry

Warnings: Mommy kink(alot of it, srry), sub deku, public sex, ahegao, handjobs on a train, t h i g h

ATR(About the Reader)

Reader is taller than Deku

Reader is a very high ranked hero

Reader is wearing a huge jacket(there’s a reason I promise)

Reader can’t make up her fucking mind

Reader is AFAB

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As bluntly as it could be said, the train was awfully slow. It seemed that way, at least. The crowd of people surrounding you and your boyfriend seemed to cause it to go even slower. An awful day for it to slow down, you thought, just as you began to feel Deku grow restless. You could feel his breath against you as he clung to you, face buried in your chest. His breathing was heavy. It was hard for him to distract himself when he was so close to you. Your scent enveloped him, the same scent he’d found himself addicted to, so it was no wonder he couldn’t stop himself from clinging to you. 

“Deku...” you whispered, though he could barely hear you “Deku...! You have to hold it together. I know it’s difficult, but please try and wait until we get home.” After awhile, just when you’d started to give up hope on him even hearing, he answered.

“I-I....I c-can’t...wa-want you...wanna...wanna cum for mommy...” he began to plead, starting to grind himself against your thigh “F-forgive me...I’ve been such a bad...boy today...” your heart squeezed, he must’ve been struggling so much “p-plea-please...forgive me...p-please...” his tongue fell out as he openly panted, growing needy for more friction against his strained cock. “Baby...you know we can’t, we’re heroes! Imagine if someone caught us...!” 

It was illegal...as far as you could tell(even for heroes of your status).

Still, you couldn’t help but want to assist him in some way. You looked around, then sighed. Your baby needed help, and you were a hero after all.

His hero.

And just like that, your thigh lifted up and pressed against his manhood, eliciting an immediate response. Izuku’s mouth opened wide, tongue sticking out as you began gently please him. His lewd expression amplified when he began to desperately rut into your soft flesh, taking your action as a go ahead. His eyes rolled back, and you pressed him against your body in an attempt to hide him.

You just had to go and choose a lover who couldn’t keep his vocals(or facial expressions) in check. Weirdo.

Almost immediately, he began to aggressively rut his crotch against your thigh. His mindless babbling continues of course

“F-fuck, s-s-so good mommy...please...please don’t st-ahHh-!” his face was pressed into your chest once again and(as if on instinct) he began to suck on the flesh that resided there. “S-so good...l-love you mo-mommy....wanna..wanna b-be a good boy for...for you..! Wanna cum...mommy...wanna cum for you...p-please..!”

“Shhh, it’s ok baby, mommy’ll let you cum, but you gotta be good and stay as quiet as possible, kay?” his cock throbbed at the chance of being good for you “Y-yes...I’ll be good..I’ll d-d-do my...mmMmy be-est...!” the boy had reached his high, burying his face in your clothing as his face morphed into the most lewd expression he’d ever made before. Izuku’s cock spurted into his boxers as his hips twitched and rolled against you, riding out his orgasm while he creamed all over himself.

The green haired boy wheezed against your frame, now coming down from an intense high. Possibly, the excitement of getting it on whilst on the train added to the excitement(it definitely did).

You figured you’d helped him calm down, and now he’d be able to wait until the two of you were home. That was, until he began to rut himself against you once more. “D-Deku...!” you whisper cried, this time a little more frantic “Listen, I gave you some leeway before but I’m serious this time! Please, try your best to hold out...!” his rutting continued, followed by many apologies “I’m so-sorry mommy...it won’t- it won’t stop...I-I..I can’t...!” 

At that point, you were far too nervous to let this happen. So you grabbed Izuku’s soft cheeks(the ones on his face, anyway), and gave him a look so serious it almost scared the heat right out of him.

“Listen, Deku,” you said, softening your gaze almost immediately, as if looking into those eyes of his was enough to crack your attempt at a solid exterior “I know this is tough..but we can’t do this here,” even though you just did “you hear me? We can’t. So please...please...try and hold on till we get home..” 

And then he stopped. He tried to at least.

He clutched onto you tighter than ever, holding himself still with a will he never knew he had. He couldn’t disappoint you. He couldn’t upset you. So he stopped.

Until he couldn’t. 

Until it hurt.

Small groans began to escape from him after about five long minutes, and you began to worry. “B-baby...? It’s ok, baby...we’re almost there.”

“I-It hurts...” he whispered. Your heart broke. He was hurting himself to hold out for you. Oh, Izuku. What a lousy hero you were, putting your public image above his needs. Above something about him that he had no control over. No, that was enough of that. Fuck that. Fuck the law.

You loved Deku. You’d do anything for him. You were his hero, after all.

You felt you owed him this much, so with haste, you unzipped your jacket and wrapped it around him. It was huge, so it’d work nicely. “Y-Y/N...? W-what’s...” he inquired, just as you pulled him flush against your thigh once again. “Don’t worry, baby. Just hold on and mommy’ll fix everything.” Izuku gasped, clasping a hand over his mouth as he subconsciously attempted to follow your order to stay quiet. 

It was hot. He was hot. Even moreso when you pulled out his cock and began to stroke it for all it’s worth. The bus was crowded, no one would know. You even considered getting down and sucking him off, but then, how would he stay quiet? As much as he could, anyway. 

You’re hands always felt like heaven to him, so he couldn’t help but cry out for you as you began to pleasure his needy cock.

“M-mommy...th-that’s...n-no..I ca-can’t- I’ll cum- I’ll cum a-again...!” despite his weak protests, the way he mindlessly fucked himself into your hand gave him away. “S-so...so good...Mommy’s so...a-ahHah..g-gonna...go-gonna lose my- m-my mind...so gooood~” He kept his head down so the chatter of the train, mixed with your jacket kept him somewhat quiet. When he gripped onto you, beginning to moan at staccato, you knew he was close. He was gonna cum again, and you knew, but you didn’t care. 

“M-mommy...! I-I can’t t-take it...! I’m gonna cum..! Gonna cum for mommy...gonna be a...a good boy...! Gotta cum...wanna cum...p-please! S-so good! Love you..love you..love m-mommy..!” You felt your heart swell at the honest confession, as well as him bucking into your hand. You watched as Izuku lost himself to you, forgetting about everything but you. 

“I love you, too. Go ahead baby, you’re such a good boy. Cum for mommy, ok?”

And so he did. Pushing his cock back into his hero suit, you used your thigh the rest of the way, assuming he didn’t mind the mess it would cause. You tilted his head up, crashing your lips into his as those beautiful green eyes rolled back once again, eventually closing. Izuku squealed against your lips, drowning in ecstasy until finally, he began to come back down

Until

It moved again. Your thigh. His whimpers began again as well, overstimulated. You wanted to relieve him to the best of your ability. 

You weren’t done.

One more time.

You know,

FINISH HIIIIMM

Like they say in those fighting games. 

Your thigh pushed against him once again, making it much harder for him to control himself. Poor baby hadn’t been able to calm himself down. His hips bucked against you, moans stopping and starting with each thrust. “O-ohHh, f-fuck...mommy...can-can’t..! M-my hips won’t st-stop..! So g-good...a-amaz-zing...” Tongue out, eyes back, full ahegao. At this point, he’d gotten on his tip toes to keep the friction going. And you were right there with him, egging him on.

“Good boy. That’s right. Such a good boy for me, cum lots okay?” 

and he did. 

“M-mommy...can-can’t! I-I...ahHhAh- I-It’s gonna- Oh, fuck. I’m...I’m cumming...I-I’m cumming...cummingcummingcummingcumming...I-I...!” 

And then he was quiet.

And then he broke.

You zipped your jacket up higher, as to cover his head, pressing him against you as hard as possible. He screeched. Screamed. He couldn’t take it. His tongue hung out, and he practically vibrated against you.

It was enough to cause the passengers to look around. Luckily, the only opening on your jacket was the one that allowed for your legs, so most of his sound was directed downwards. And when you looked around all confused as well, the passengers were none the wiser.

despite the obvious buldge in your jacket and probably the light smell of cum but like who cares this is fanfiction and logic doesn’t exist

And then, finally, it was your stop. But Deku wouldn’t move. Then you realized.

He’d passed out!

Luckily you were strong, so you hoisted him up and hurried out, making sure to unzip the top of your jacket so he could breath. You sped home, ignoring fans and trying to lay low.

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Izuku’s hair fluffed up when you removed him makeshift bed you’d unknowingly created for him. You laid him gently against the bed, unzipping his hero suit to deal with the first issue. It was revealed to you then. And it was nothing short of...

Disgusting.

But alas, not all heroes wear capes. Some wash clothes. So as easily as possible(and without gagging) you peeled the suit off of him. Hurriedly, you took it off and got to wiping your lover down, careful not to wake him. Once that was finished, you went to take care of the suit you ruined. And once that was done, you were done. Except you weren’t.

When you finally got back to your room you realized you also had to clothe Deku. Of course, this would only be the case had you not found him awake and on his stomach, flashing that plump ass toward you. 

“Mommy...?” he called “I love you~” the green hero shook his ass teasingly, peering back at you with those eyes you’d fallen in love with so long ago. 

Whew, boy. Who knew being with the number one hero would be so much work?

Well you were his hero, after all.

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🎕┈┈┈┈🎕❂⋯❋ ------✰------ ❋⋯❂🎕┈┈┈┈🎕

☆| Izuku Midoriya Masterlist |☆

☆| Eijirou Kirishima Masterlist |☆

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𝕀𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕦 𝕄𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕪𝕒(𝔻𝕖𝕜𝕦) 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

                          Angst (🗲)

                          Smut ( ❦ )

                          Fluff ( ☁ )

                          Art ( ✎ )

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☆|Tail|☆ .................. Bunny! Midoriya x Reader ( ❦ )

☆|Mommy|☆ .................. Midoriya x Tall! Reader ( ❦ )

☆|I’ll Never Be Like You|☆ .................. Midoriya x Dom! Reader (🗲)

☆|Deku Likes Your Uniform|☆ .................. POV Deku x Reader ( ✎ ) ( ☁ )

☆|Hero|☆ .................. Heat! Deku x reader ( ❦ )

☆|Good Boy|☆ .................. Deku Porn  ( ✎ ) ( ❦ )

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                         Angst (🗲)

                         Smut ( ❦ )

                         Fluff ( ☁ )

                         Art ( ✎ )

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☆| And you did too |☆ .................. Horny! Kirishima x Reader  ( ❦ )

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I’ll Never Be Like You

Deku x Reader Part Two

A/N + Summary: This might be long, and it might be two parts. Most notably, this is simply a vent. My Maladaptive Daydreaming keeps bringing this thought back to me. I hate it, it keeps reminding me of truths I wish weren’t truths. But, you didn’t really come here to hear about that. 

This fiction encompasses my own hatred of my failure to fit into societal norms. 

I am(if not already apparent) fully and completely aware of the fact that only a driblet of people experience this sort of insecurity, and despite me calling the reader one, I myself am a weirdo. I understand that this is quite possibly the least relatable thing I will ever write. But, since adding this small portion to this blog, I’ve stopped thinking about this as much, which is a win win for me. 

A proper summary would go something like this: 

Uraraka had always been the type of girl who didn’t realize how amazing she was. How beautiful she was. How normal she was. Normal, compared to society’s standards. Somehow though, she’d found herself threatened by you. In the least aggressive way you can take that word, anyway. You, despite knowing your shortcomings(meaning, your likelihood of ending up with him), flirted with Deku on the regular. She didn’t know your feelings for him, and assumed you didn’t have any (seeing as you hadn’t made any moves, despite your obvious flirting), so she found herself frustrated by you leading the poor boy on. After the feelings welled up, she decided she’d confront you, though it didn’t go well at all.

Inspiration: https://youtu.be/fC3Pif6iTlk  

ATR (About the Reader)

Reader is AFAB

Reader is taller than average(about 6ft+)

Reader has a muscular build(Like Mirko, ya know?)

Reader’s physical strength rival’s that of Bakugo

Reader prefers to be dominant in all aspects of a relationship

Reader might have depression

Reader wishes they were normal

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The evening had been calm.

Currently, you were in the kitchen, preparing your meal for the next day. Excitedly you had done so, as Midoriya and Todoroki had come back with fresh groceries and some of the best snacks you could have asked for. Most if not everyone was getting ready for bed. Of course, there were exceptions like the night owls, Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, Jirou, and Ashido. You hadn’t expected Uraraka to be awake, though. Even more so you hadn’t expected her to approach you at such a time. It was late, the two of you weren’t exactly the best of friends, and you knew very well that the two of you shared a crush(whether or not she was aware of this fact was something you hadn’t known), to put it bluntly, it didn’t make for the best combo.

“L/N?” She began. Her voice was small, as if it had been caught in her own throat whilst trying to escape “Can I ask you something?” Subconsciously your hand sped up, packing your lunch slightly faster than before. 

“Yeah, what’s up?” followed by silence. Had she forgotten what she wanted to ask you? How awkward, though you can admit most guys would have found her shyness adorable. Had you already added that to the list? Metaphorical list, you hadn’t actually made a list of the things she had that you only wished you did. 

“Um, I just wanted to ask you,” she’d shaken you from your thoughts, thank goodness, you were seconds away from spiraling “Do you...have feelings for Deku? It’s- It’s alright if you don’t want to...answer. I-I was just wondering! B-because...”

“Why do you ask?” Seemingly annoyed, you cut her off. Instead of sending you spiraling, Uraraka had managed to fire right into the one topic you hated thinking about. Not that it was her fault in any way. Your triggers aren’t her problem. “I’m not sure that’s much of your concern..” somehow, you’d managed to bring yourself back down, cooling off just as fast as you’d managed to heat up. 

“You flirt with him quite a bit. I was just wondering since you never actually asked him out...to my knowledge, anyway...” Up till now, Uraraka had fixated her gaze to the floor, holding her hand to her chest. She‘d willed herself not to look at you “So I assumed you had feelings for him.”

“And if you’re wrong?” It was a bad response, what you should have said was ‘What if you’re right?’ 

No idea what willed you to say that shit. Weirdo. 

“Then...” her hand fell, now finding refuge at her side. It had now been clenched tighter than before, her frustration building “..you’re just cruel. You shouldn’t lead him on like that, and you know it.” 

You’re lunch was done by now, perfectly packed and neat despite your inner turmoil. With a sigh, you closed up your lunch box and turned to leave. Uraraka wasn’t having any of that “That’s not fair to him, L/N! You know what you’re doing is wrong!” And she was right. At least from her own list of assumptions. If they had been correct, she’d be completely in her right to tell you off. But the things she clung to as facts, they weren’t. They were nothing more than assumptions that didn’t have enough backing to be taken to court. And for her to treat them as if they could have been, when she knew next to nothing about you..

It was somewhat annoying.

You, however, didn’t really want to dwell on this much longer. 

“You don’t know anything about it. So you shouldn’t speak on it.” 

An attempt to cut things short. 

Futile.

“I don’t mean any disrespect, L/N, but if you keep treating his feelings like they don’t matter...”

You stopped walking, mildly intrigued. And she continued.

“I’ll have to stop you by force.”

It was interesting, given the circumstances. Uraraka had to know her chances were low. She stood just over 5′1 as compared to your 6+ feet, and her build wasn’t much to write home about strength wise. If you were making a doujin, however, she’d probably beat you out. This wasn’t a hentai, though, and your physical strength alone could have easily put her down for the count. A bit of Gunhead Martial Arts wasn’t going to change that fact so easily.

“Sure. Whatever you say.”

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To make a long story short, you’d paid her warning no mind. Despite knowing it was futile, you couldn’t help but indulge yourself in praising Izuku Midoriya as always. He’d walked into class and you once again followed a routine you had begun a few days prior.

“Hey, Deku! You look so beautiful today.” 

You called it out from your seat, and watched in amusement and adoration as he burst into flames, despite you having complimented him in a similar way before. He sputtered in that cute way he always did, mumbling and falling over his words. Poor thing still wasn’t used to being told that he was gorgeous. 

Eventually, he’d managed a frail ”T-t-thank you...y-yo-you t-too!” before rushing to his seat. He’d covered his head with his arms, blushing furiously as he greedily allowed himself to drown in the compliment.

You really had fallen for the boy. He was far too cute. But not just that, he had the kindest soul you’d ever had the pleasure of being friends with. You knew, however, that he’d never feel the same. Not with the way you were. Not with the way you’d chosen to be.

Uraraka, who had walked in with Deku along with Iida, was none too pleased with this statement. Maybe, if she’d known that it was genuine she wouldn’t have minded. She would have simply watched with that soft gaze of hers. Staring on, allowing Deku to find happiness with whomever he’d chosen. She would have buried her feelings, held her tongue, closed her mouth, had she known that you truly loved Midoriya.

But she didn’t.

Instead she believed that you had no feelings at all. Found some sick pleasure in toying with his emotions. She very well could have left it alone. Closed her mouth while the one she loved was pulled by a string that would surely lead him off a cliff. Cut so easily and without a care. She couldn’t allow it. She wouldn’t let you play with him like that.

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As it had happened many days before, All Might found his way to Midoriya during lunch. The two had left right as lunch began, the first two to leave. The first two to miss it. 

Aoyama, who sat back in class to eat(the food hurt his tummy) had no intention of getting up, though many of the students began to make their way out of the class. The majority of them stopped, though, when Uraraka spoke up. Her annoyance had built up far too much. 

“Do you really think any of this is funny, L/N?”

As opposed to the day before, her voice was clear. It rang throughout the room with confidence. It reached the ears of classmates who had already made it outside of the classroom. They’d made it a point to look back, rerouting in order to witness the commotion about to ensue(though, they had no idea this was the case, of course).

You had been on your way out of the room, and turned around to face her. You’d almost forgotten the conversation you had the night before. Forced it out of your mind so as to not send yourself into another episode of “How Much Do I Hate Myself Today?”. A game show you’d always found yourself the winner of. 

You were the only player, though..

“You really are treating this like a joke. It’s just some game to you, isn’t it?” A scoff found its way to the brunette’s eardrum. “You know nothing about it.” a repetition of the phrases spoken the night before “So you can’t speak on-” 

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” As if a new found fire had been lit under her, she picked her head up, staring into your eyes with determination that rivaled that of the Sports Festival. “I won’t... I won’t stand by and let you keep this awful act up, L/N! If you really care about him at all, you’ll stop!” 

A single foot was propped up on her desk, like she was readying herself to jump, to leap over the desks separating her from you. To sock you in your face. To knock you out, to do something. Uraraka couldn’t help but wonder though, was this the right choice? Was she doing the right thing? She couldn’t have known. All she did know was that she couldn’t stop herself. Not anymore. And especially not with you egging her on like you were.

“Stop me, then.” 

That was as much as it took. She was fast, leaping from desk to desk. She’d only used one foot to change direction each time, which allowed for almost no time to think. Quickly you’d pushed Jirou out of the way, kicking up a chair to use as defense. Ochako gripped onto the legs of the chair, protecting herself as she shoved you with her foot, pulled the chair away and threw it to the opposite side of the room.

Wait, who was in the right again?

It didn’t take long for Kirishima and Ashido to run out of the classroom. 

All Might, he’d fix everything. He’d stop this. He had to. He was All Might, after all. They’d found him in his lounge with Deku as normal. He seemed all too calm before he’d seen the panicked looks on his students’ faces “All Might, Deku! Come quick!” the two cried.

Tch, snitches.

By now, the room was a mess, desks thrown on their side and not a single student stopping the two brawling in the middle. A few phones came out. For evidence, of course. 

You’d barely taken a scratch as opposed to Uraraka who’d been covered in bruises. Her fire failed to subside, and she took her opportunity to grasp the upper hand when you stepped back, tripping over a pencil so carelessly left on the ground(it was likely, however, that you’d knocked it down when the two of you were throwing desks). 

A simple stumble was all it took for her to be on you. Uraraka leaped forward, hands placed firmly on your shoulders as you toppled over.

You hit the ground.

It was now you could clearly see the rage on her features. Her hair was disheveled, her lip was bleeding and tears formed at the corner of her eyelids. 

“You’re nothing more than a coward! A spineless, coward!” 

She was wrong.

“How dare you even for a moment pretend like his feelings don’t matter! How dare you treat him like he’s everything, yet feel nothing?!”

It wasn’t true.

“You…! Why you..!” she’d raised her fist, and for a moment you considered letting her beat you senseless. Wasn’t it what you deserved? You’d let her believe you didn’t care about Deku at all. If you’d just been honest, this could have been avoided.

But you’re not nice enough to let her pummel you just to blow off some steam. If she didn’t understand, you’d just have to explain. 

Uraraka slammed her fist forward. You even gritted your teeth, ready to counter. This blow never came though, as a familiar hand gripped onto the wrist of the girl above you, pulling her back. 

Speak of the Deku.

“Uraraka, stop it! Calm down!!” A familiar voice, along with a face to match emerged. Not that you really cared though. Swiftly, you jetted upwards, rage pumping through your veins. Your intention had been to fire back. To hit her in some way though, your attack had been intercepted as well. Two large hands(likely larger than your face) wrapped around your own forearms. You made an attempt to fight against them, but it was futile. “Calm down, Young Lass, there’s no need for violence.” But you didn’t hear him. Uraraka didn’t either, her assault continued

“Spineless!!”

“Coward!!”

“Wicked wench! You can’t do anything but toy with the emotions of those around-”

It was your foot. Luckily, she’d been in range so the toe of your sneaker could properly clobber her from below. The sound had rang out clearly, along with her own grunt at the impact.

“Keep your mouth shut!!”

Suddenly it was your turn to speak.

“You know nothing about it!! Who are you to tell me how I feel?! You have no idea how lucky you are! You have no idea how beautiful you are! You have no idea...how normal you are!!” 

It was silent for a bit. 

“I would give anything to be like you! To be shy, easily flustered. To be short and cute. To be so...wanted.” They started to flow. The oceans pent up by the dam of your own pride. They’d spilled over at that one word. It was all you’d ever wanted. For someone to want you. “I can’t believe you ever felt even the slightest bit threatened by me. It’s comical you ever believed that I even so much as stood a chance with him! Nothing I say to him matters and it never will because he’ll never look at me the way he looks at you. I’ll never be the perfect girl the guy can save when she’s in trouble. I’ll never be the girl who fits so well into society’s standards! I’ll never be the submissive girlfriend that every guy wants!! You shouldn’t even so much as glance at me because I’ll never be as perfect as you are!!” 

All Might’s grip on your wrists loosened as his face softened. Deku stared at you with those round pools of green you’d fallen in love with so long ago. A concerned look that would have stabbed you straight through the heart had you been paying him any attention.

You weren’t though, instead you locked eyes with Ochako, who’s eyes had been wide with shock and a hint of sadness.

“I do love him, Uraraka. But none of that will ever matter,”

With that your arms were set free, along with the waterfalls now streaming down your cheeks.

“Because no matter how hard I try, I’ll only ever be me. I’ll never be like you.”

You kept your head down, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. 

You trudged out of the classroom, silently.

 No, you’d never be like her.

sub shoto! pls pegging him and fking him dumb- overstimming him just to see his fked out face

To be honest, seeing Shoto's normally calm expression morph into Ahegao would be far too good, don't you think?

Shoto never really had time to touch himself, even when he was back in highschool. He found himself far too fixated on his heroic goals to even think about it. So when he became a pro it was no different, worse even. Poor guy had worked himself to the bone, so you'd decided to...help him out.

After about an hour of searching with Adam & Eve, you'd found the prettiest strap on(conveniently Shoto themed), and rushed to throw it into your cart.

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"H-haAh~ Y/N, b-baby...so- AhHh~ s-so good~"

You found yourself indulging in the wonderful strap you’d made note of awhile back. 

Shoto had been face down, drooling onto the pillow beneath him as he greedily indulged in the pool of pleasure he’d been drowning in. His mind had become a puddle. You’d found it hard to believe but endless moans fell from Shoto’s lips, hiccups occuring each time your hips smacked against his. Shoto’s tongue fell out as he mindlessly fucked himself back onto you. Such a state was unfamiliar to you, such a contrast to his usual stoic demeanor.

“A-ah! Plea-ease, Wanna..wanna cum...g-gonna-” Poor thing curled his toes, one hand gripping the sheets as the other reached back to jerk himself off. His eye rolled back farther than he’d believed to be possible. Shoto’s wrist began to spasm as his lover’s delicious cock abused his prostate, jamming into it with seemingly no end in sight. “Oh, baby~ you shouldn’t do that..” you cooed after realizing the dilemma between his legs. Your cool fingertips tiptoed down his back, bringing a new sensation of pleasure to him. His back arched slightly as a response. “Don’t worry, I have just the thing to help. So be a good boy and move that pretty hand of yours~” 

Shoto, being the good boy he was, willed himself to let go of his desperate cock(of course, followed by gripping onto the sheets for dear life. “Please..p-please..! S-so close...! Wanna..o-oh gods- s-so good.” 

“It’s ok baby, just hold out a lil longer. I promise I’ll let you cum.” And just as promised, you pulled out another toy, one that’d caught your attention while searching on other websites. 

An onahole. 

It was clear, and due to the seemingly endless flow of precum coming from your precious boy’s cock, you didn’t need lube. Constant begging fell from his lips as you tapped his side gently, a familiar gesture which signaled him to roll onto his back(which he did very well, despite the trembling of his own body). 

With this action, you were granted the masterpiece you’d created. Tears streamed down his cheeks, along with a waterfall of drool sliding down the corner of his lip. Along with this waterfall of liquid, came mindless babbling. “So good, w-want more..p-plea...” his sentences became incoherent, his eyes dizzy and unfocused. He didn’t seem to be focused on you, despite his mind allowing  him to think only of you.

Fulfilling his wish, you slipped the onahole onto his twitching shaft, watching as he reacted immediately. Shoto’s back arched forward, eyes rolling back once again as you jerked him off yourself(which felt much better to him, anyway). “Go ahead, baby.” You spoke, though you weren’t sure he heard you through his own broken sobs. As soon as you said the word though “It’s alright, cum for me~” Shoto’s head shot back, crying to the heavens as he released thick ropes of his seed into the artificial pussy(that in no way compared to yours). 

It seemed Shoto may have tricked himself into believing that it was over, so when you continued to jerk him off after only about thirty seconds to recover, he was more than surprised. If his delirious cries had anything to say about it. He would make an attempt to stop you, though. “N-no more, c-can’t take..can’t-” Before he’d spurt out more thick rope into his new favorite toy. The giddy smile on his face said otherwise, though. And the tip of your fake cock ramming into his sensitive spots definitely didn’t help his case. He’d contradict himself 

”More, p-p-please! I-I can’t- d-don’t- f-fuck- yes!!”

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After about four different orgasms in different positions, you’d let him rest. He heaved into your chest, enjoying the praises you began to give him, telling him how he’d done so well for you, how perfect he was. It continued of course, until you’d soothed him into dreamland.