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you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love

college au! izuku midoriya x f!reader

The neon sign of the campus diner buzzed, casting a harsh pink glow over the formica table. Across from you, Izuku was fast asleep, his face buried in his arms among a sea of highlighters and textbooks.

Your phone buzzed with a text from your roommate: You seem pretty sad for a girl so in love.

You locked the screen, a cold lump forming in your throat. Sad. Was that how it looked?

You looked back at him. Izuku was everything. Brilliant, kind, and devastatingly handsome in a messy, effortless way that made your chest physically ache. He was a sun, pulling everyone into his orbit, while you were just burning up in his atmosphere, completely invisible.

That was the tragedy of it. Being in love with him didn't feel like a romance; it felt like a beautiful, slow-motion car crash. You spent every day pretending that the way your heart shattered when he smiled was normal, knowing he was too busy saving the world to ever notice the girl standing right next to him.

You reached across the table, your fingers hovering just millimeters above his messy green curls. You wanted to wake him up and scream at him for having this absolute, agonizing hold over you.

Instead, you pulled your hand back into a fist.

"Izuku," you whispered.

He stirred, blinking his heavy green eyes open. The moment he saw you, that soft, impossibly sweet smile broke across his face. "Oh... sorry, Y/N. Did I pass out again?"

"It's fine," you lied, forcing a smile that felt completely hollow.

He immediately grabbed your backpack to carry it for you, giving you that protective, caring look that made you want to cry. You walked out into the cool night air half a step behind him, watching his broad shoulders block the streetlights. You were so deeply, hopelessly in love with him and it was the saddest thing you’ve ever felt.

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MHA CHARACTERS W/ A PORN ADDICTION

notes: trying to force myself to write smut but alol i can thing about is angst

Todoroki Shouto watches porn the way other people watch weather reports—mechanical, detached, cataloging the ways bodies can burn without ever touching. He has playlists organized by temperature. Ice play. Fire play. The ones where actors scream like they're being murdered and he turns the volume down because it sounds too much like home. He tells himself it's about control, about seeing something he can start and stop with a click, unlike the frost that lives in his bones or the anger his father planted there. But it's 3 AM and he's watching the same clip for the seventh time, not touching himself, just staring at the way the actress's eyes go blank in the middle of the frame, and he thinks: there. That's the place I want to be. Nowhere.

Bakugou Katsuki doesn't watch porn—he consumes it. Aggressively. Competitively. His search history is a battlefield of tags he won't admit to in daylight: rough, forced, crying, ruined. He jerks off like it's training, like if he doesn't come hard enough or fast enough or right he's failing some invisible metric. The only time his brain shuts up is when he's watching someone else get taken apart, piece by piece, until they're nothing but need and saliva and the wet sounds of being used. He hates how much he needs it. Hates that he bookmarks the ones where the bottom looks broken afterward, stares at the screen with his hand still around himself, thinking about Deku's face when they were kids—I'm sorry, Kacchan—and comes so hard his vision whites out. Then he deletes his history and screams at his reflection until his throat bleeds.

Shinsou Hitoshi found porn at twelve because he was tired of being invisible and the people in the videos looked at the camera like they saw him. Now his laptop is full of POV shots, first-person perspectives, you and your and look at me while I— He doesn't want to touch anyone. He wants to be witnessed. His favorites are the amateur ones, the ones that feel accidental, where someone forgot to turn off the camera and you can see the real thing underneath the performance. He collects them like evidence. See? People are like this when no one's watching. Desperate. Animal. Just like me. He tells himself he's studying human behavior for his quirk, for the day he'll make villains kneel with a word, but really he's just lonely in a way that porn can't fix but can numb for twenty-three minutes at a time.

Dabi Touya, whatever, names don't matter when you're ash—uses porn to feel something, anything, the way other people use pain. His skin is scar tissue and regret so he seeks out the roughest stuff, the kind that would make most people flinch. Blood. Choking. The moment where someone realizes they can't breathe and the panic sets in. He watches it with the sound off, blue flames flickering across his palms, thinking about how his own lungs used to burn, how his father used to look at him like he was already dead. The girls in the videos never look dead enough. He keeps searching. Keeps clicking. Keeps his hand steady even when the rest of him is shaking apart.

Hawks Keigo, only Keigo when he's alone—has a subscription to seventeen different sites and he doesn't pay for any of them with his own money. Burner accounts. Shell companies. The Commission taught him how to hide everything, so he hides this: the hours he spends watching things he shouldn't want, the way his wings tremble when he sees someone held down by wrists or feathers or both. He's supposed to be the symbol of hope, the pretty bird, and here he is at 4 AM with his wings spread wide, watching degradation like it's a mirror, thinking about Endeavor's hand on his shoulder and how easy it would be to just—stop. To fall. To let someone else hold the weight. He comes with his teeth gritted, wings snapping shut, and he's already searching for the next video before the afterglow fades.

grenadehearts

perv izuku is addicted to porn.. and you?

izuku is addicted to porn—now, before you turn your head, hear the man out. he’s not hooked like most men are, chasing a quick goon session, getting off purely for the sake of getting off, fapping their dick to any pussy scattered across the internet.

see, izuku has collections of porn.

starting with his hentai collection first—meticulously organized, color-coded, even ranked from worst to best by an absurdly intricate ratio of how much they made him cum. how many orgasms. how quickly the orgasm hit. whether he had to work for it or if release came embarrassingly fast. if his hand grew tired halfway through. details like that.

he has twitter on his phone too, entirely full of grainy pictures and low-quality videos—various girls getting fucked into couches, women gagging around cock, glossy leather leashes and collars cinched tight. izuku was almost certain he could get off to anything.

the way izuku watches porn is different from those guys.

izuku observes it.

first, he has to watch it. listen to it.

he listens to the sounds spilling from breathless girls’ lips, every strained gasp and broken moan, trying to see if maybe—just maybe—her voice sounds anything like yours.

he’ll even pause the video sometimes.

freezing the frame, right where the guy is rutting his fat cock into her pretty hole, the way her greedy pussy clings and swallows him whole, her body yielding around him while he watches with an almost unsettling focus, gaze flickering between every detail, studying the way she reacts, the way she trembles, the way she takes him.

his hand is already on his own cock, palming the hardened length, slow at first, then tighter, stroking as he watches the way she’s stretched open around him, slick and messy, imagining it’s your hole instead, your cunt taking him, sucking him in just like that.

he can’t help the way his hips twitch into his hand, grip tightening, breath going uneven, eyes locked on the screen while his mind replaces her with you, your face, your sounds, the way you’d look getting fucked like that.

it doesn’t take much after that—he’s jerking himself off faster, sloppy, hand slick, until he’s coming hard, painting his fingers and palm in thick milky streaks, chest heaving, face flushed, verdant colored curls sticking to his damp heated skin.

and it doesn’t help that the girl looks like you—just like you—taunting him and his thin hold on restraint, practically forcing him to cum :(

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note: this came to me while half asleep also ik twitter is x now but idc divider creds @/ cursed-carmine

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A quick sketch with Valentine from the beginning of May ~

frat boy!Sukuna with his shy girlfriend

He’s the life of the Theta Chi party until he isn't. The second he sees you hiding a yawn behind your hand, he’s grabbing his keys. In the quiet of his truck, he’ll reach over to squeeze your knee. "Too loud for you, sweet girl?" he’ll murmur, his voice dropping the harsh edge it uses for everyone else.

Your closet is slowly being overtaken by heavy cotton and the scent of mahogany cologne. He pretends to roll his eyes when he catches you wearing his varsity sweatshirt, the sleeves bunched past your wrists. "You're a little thief," he’ll tease, pulling you in by the drawstring. But seeing his last name on your small frame is his favorite thing.

He likes to know exactly where you are, and he gets possessive if you take too long to text back. If you ignore him while you're studying, he’ll show up at your apartment unannounced, leaning against your doorframe with a dark, intense look in his eyes. "You're ignoring me now?" he’ll murmur, his voice low and dangerous, before crowding you against the wall just to make sure he has your undivided attention.

He loves the contrast of how shy you are compared to how loud and aggressive he is. At frat parties, he’ll purposefully whisper something incredibly shameless in your ear just to watch you blush and look down. He thrives on knowing that he’s the only one who can make you lose your composure like that, and he likes to show you off like a prize he won.

He likes to test your loyalty. He’ll casually mention a sorority girl who was flirting with him at the bar just to see the flash of jealousy in your eyes. The second your quiet demeanor cracks and you snap at him, a dark, satisfied smirk will spread across his face. He wants to know he has that much control over your emotions; to him, your jealousy is proof that you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you.

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