#blurbito

[izukunii]

this isn’t a new concept but the idea of blurting out “daddy!” when izuku is fucking you in the middle of the night cause he's got you in such a sweet subspace

he’d woken you up by bucking into your ass, grinding down hard til you were whining in your sleep, and how he’d snap on a dime “daddy huh? Is that right? i'm your daddy? you gonna let your daddy fuck n fill his tight sweet cunt up with all his love?”

[izukunii]

yandere!rohan who watches you from a tree night after night. he takes lots of pictures, digital and polaroid, sometimes even disposables. they’re all hung up on strings from wall to wall in his studio. he spends hours studying them, committing them to memory so he can draw you even in sleep.

yandere!rohan using heaven’s door on you when you’re sleeping. he spends all night reading what makes you tick. your worst fears and what keeps you up at night. your deepest desires and what you dream of for your future. your darkest fantasies and what makes you cum.

he takes all this knowledge in so he can understand you better, so he can love you better, and so he can use it all against you when he finally takes what’s his.

sketching you when you sleep. when you bathe. when you change. when you touch yourself. he works himself up along with you, getting closer and closer, poised carefully along your roof and just out sight to capture the ethereal elements in your face when you make yourself cum. how your eyebrows knot together in a bow. the tight creases of your eyelids shutting to hide the whites of your eyes, rolled back into your skull. the circle of your lips with perfect geometrical measurements, which he has sketched to a t, his scale is flawless, just like you.

breaking down when you won’t give in to him after he reveals himself. using his stand to reshape you, but he has to do it slowly, for your sake. if he let his urges take over he’d have made you his mindless slave the instant he saw you. but that wouldn’t have been nice. it would’ve been a wound to his pride, a strike on his record and such a waste of inspiration for his material

[izukunii]

just,,,, dancing a sensual ballroom number to ‘passion’ while being passed between satan and lucifer

barely enough time to catch your breath between turns and swings and dips and lifts

so hard to tell where you end and your partner begins and-

whose lips brushed your neck? whose teeth tugged your ear? whose hands are pushing purple prints into your hips?

and does any of it matter?

[izukunii]

No thoughts just,,,, sports!au

football!deku who's the university's top scorer two years running. you promised him that if he makes it all four years, next time he scores with you, you'll give him a legacy.

hockey!kacchan who spends more time in the penalty box than out of it and checks every goon who even looks in your general direction just so he can pound you in the locker room for all to hear.

soccer!kaminari who gives you big wet smooches from over the boards after he scores a goal and promises to make you cum x many times before he even fucks you later

lacrosse!kiri who makes you cute little anklets to wear when he has excess strings from tying his basket, that way he can admire them when he's got your legs up over his shoulders whilst your tied to his headboard with the rest of the string

boxer!shinsou who's never lost a fight in the ring. he's absolutely positive it's because of his strict regimen: rest, rejuvination, and railing you before and after every single match.