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Dear Donator, Fuck Me <3? ── I. Midoriya

⊱PAIRING: Izuku Midoriya x camgirl!Reader (College AU) — wc: 3.4k

⊱SYNOPSIS: Being a camgirl was the one thing you could control in your life, away from all the stress and overwhelming factors. The light glow of the screen in your dark room always reminded you that you could show what you want, hide what you didn't, say anything, be anyone, and people would pay just for you. Izuku on the other hand, was always in control. Always organized, careful, never letting anything break his calm and collected manner. Well, anything but the camgirl he was obsessed with so much, that he just had to be her most loyal donator, and her project partner

⊱CW/TW: 18+ MDNI, virgin reader, masturbation, camgirl, pet-play, puppy-play, degredation, masochism, pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart, puppy, etc.), Izuku is annoyed at reader, posessive (Izuku), slight corruption, exhibition, dirty talk, not proofread

Ch. 1: The bright screen from your laptop atop your bed illuminated just enough of your figure you wanted to be shown. Your LED lights were dimmed low enough for you to see, but not to be picked perfectly by the camera. The main light source in your room currently was your stream that let out a small ping! for every new viewer that was joining. Every new viewer that was joining to see you and tonight’s show. A shy smile crept amongst your face beginning to read the teasing comments that were already starting to pour in.

Pvddingc4ke donated $3: yer lookin sexier than usual. Have any *fun* before the stream? ;)

You let out a small chuckle, fidgeting with your fingers in frame. Although, it was somewhat true since you were wearing a new pink and brown striped sweater that was arguably too big on you, considering how it was falling off your shoulder (intentionally of course) more than enough to reveal a new lacey burgundy bra as well. Not to mention the new frilly denim skirt you had thrifted for far less than what you previously expected. So while yes, you did look sexier to your audience, you still had nobody to have fun with.

“No~ Nothing like that you guys,” You said to them, keeping up your ‘casual’ conversation as you wait for more people to join. “Ironically, I haven’t done anything really…physical with someone yet,” A faint blush highlights your cheeks, not in frame to catch it however.

Pvddingc4ke: you've gotta be lying sweetheart

Blobblelob has joined!

Blobblelob: did I miss anything?

T4roKu3 has joined!

Catzud0n has joined!

P0ke_MAN has joined!

…

The chat started to pour in with your usual viewers, giving you a small signal that you should probably start soon. To be honest, you liked the consistency of viewers you already had that were willing to rejoin. You didn’t necessarily enjoy the idea of making it big in this industry, which you knew wasn’t going to happen anyway with how you refused to show beyond your soaked panties, and instead found this to be your way outside of the life where you weren't somebody worth noticing. The money you received was merely a bonus.

“I’m gonna be honest, I might have to end the stream early today, sorryy~” You give a nervous chuckle. The chat is filled with reassuring donations and comments, easing your guilt a bit.

“I’ll make it worth your while, though.” You say teasingly, tracing the hem of your skirt, riding up to your thighs slowly. It started.

You release your skirt, moving your fingertips slowly up to your breasts instead. Exhales of relaxation release as you caress yourself, physically feeling a weight lift off you.

“Sorry I…haven’t been active recently,” You breathe out “But I missed this,” which wasn’t a lie. Studying and working at the university had you occupied more than ever now, and you hadn’t had any time for yourself nowadays. And since you didn’t have a boyfriend, you couldn’t even get the stress fucked out of you. Your donors and chatters were the closest thing you had. All their praise: calling you a good girl, their good puppy, telling you what to do to make yourself feel good, or telling you how well you’re doing, was the reason you went into this in the first place. Release.

Catzud0n donated $20: missed you so much puppy. Missed those pretty panties all wet for me.

You felt yourself throb at the message alone, earning a whine out of you that doesn’t go unnoticed by your chat.

T4roKu3 donated $6: what a pretty sound from such an eslut

Your thighs began to spread open, your fingers travelling down to your panties, pressing through the material. You let out a shaky breath, making sure your aching covered core is in frame of the screen. The comments are the usual, people telling you they’re touching themselves with you, or praising you, or telling you what to do next.

“You guys…want me to use a vibe?” You read out one of the comments, whimpering back “O-Okay,” before reaching over to your nightstand drawer, pulling out the white and black spotted vibrator, and wasting no time in pressing it up against your needy clit.

Catzud0n donated $15: You're so cute pretty baby, keep going

Oh what a slut you were, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your release just by a few words on the screen. Your pussy getting wetter, and still clenching around nothing made your mind go crazy. Dildos were only getting you so far; you needed cock pounding and bruising you relentlessly, shamefully, vigorously.

"ngh, I-I'm close...I'm so close..!" You whimper out, feeling your legs already start to tremble at the built up feeling of your orgasm. "Can I cum..? Please?" You ask for your chat.

Blobblelob: fuck yes baby

P0ke_MAN: cum with me, pretty

Catzud0n: you can do it princess, c'mon

You increase the vibrator's intensity, giving yourself the orgasm your oh so merciful chat granted you. Back arching, tears stinging, mouth agape while you moaned out loud through it all. Yet, still, clenching around nothing.

You took a few seconds to calm down from your high, panting and whimpering as you attempted to stabilize and close your quivering legs.

"fuck...I needed that really badly..."

Catzud0n: What do you say after I let you cum?

"mh...thank you.." You whisper out.

Catzud0n: Good job puppy <3

You smile at the compliment, though unseen by the camera. Their praise and comments really did mean so much for someone who didn't get any sort of attention outside the internet. And sadly, you had to return to it in just a few seconds.

"Sorry guys, but I have to end the stream there. Lottaaa work to do," You say in a sad voice, fixing up your panties and skirt.

Pvddingc4ke: aw mannn :[

"I'm sorryyy," you giggle. "I promise next time will be something special, okay? Bye bye~"

You waited for them to finish saying their goodbyes before ending the stream. Your smile couldn't have faded any faster, forcing yourself to be pulled back into reality. You groan to yourself, stretching your back before closing your site tab and opening up your assignment.

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You often dreaded walking through the halls and into class everyday. The same people, the same lecture, the same grade staying immobile. The only thing that wasn't setting you out to be an absolute loner, was the fact that despite socially being one, your style at least made up for it. You sought to yourself that if no one was going to spare you a glance, the least you could do for yourself is doll up. Who knows, maybe someone would notice?

Your professor lectured as usual, talking away at psychology as you wrote down your notes, occasionally doodling. By the end of the lecture, you felt like today wasn't so bad. Nothing inherently difficult, much of the concepts you understood, now you just had to memorize, right? And you'd be okay, right?

"And class, your grades for your essays are up on my desk, come and get them after finishing today's assignment." Your professor spoke.

Essay. Your essay. Your essay you had forgotten to do for 2 weeks, and spend 2 days gathering information on your topic, praying you could bullshit this to the best of your abilities. Your essay that when you got, you didn't know why you expected to receive a grade higher than a D.

You sunk back in your seat, taking note of how the red ink markings seemed to gradually increase every page flip, practically slapping you in the face each time you turned it. Biting your lip, you go through each and every one, from the way you typed your own name wrong in the rush you were in, to your observations and findings supporting your thesis just enough to earn a D. But looking over it thoroughly, he was being too generous even.

Oh how you were praying class would end, just so you didn’t have to face this anymore, maybe be ridiculed in something else. But of course, the devil works overtime just for you.

"Miss L/N, can you see me before you head out?" You heard your professor project his voice towards you all the way in the front of the class.

Fuck.

You saw your classmates all leave, and you followed behind until the last of them walked out, shutting the door in the process. There you stood, in front of your professor that wore a severely disappointed look on his face.

"I think you know why you're up here."

"Yes, Professor Aizawa..." You mumbled looking at the floor.

"Listen, I'm going to give it to you straight," He says, pinching his nosebridge. "I try my best to help all my students pass, and I've been doing a pretty good job since everyone is passing, but you."

You gulp.

He continues, "So, at some point it's not my teaching. This is entirely up to you, Miss L/N."

"I-I know, and I'm trying--"

"I'm aware you're trying. But at some point, trying isn't enough, and you actually have to make progress." He says coldly, making you nauseous from the pit of anxiety building up inside of you. "I think you're aware of your grade."

You nod shamefully.

"I'm giving you one last chance," He sighs. "For our next assignment, I'm setting the class up into pairs, and you and your partner will have to make a presentation on the subject you're given. This is your final chance to prove yourself. If not, I'll have no other choice but to fail you."

Your stomach drops. You'd worked so hard, hadn't you? If you messed up even once more, you’re sure you’d be put on academic probation. This had to count, or it'd really be over for you and nothing would be able to fix it.

"I understand..."

"Good. Now, usually I'd let you guys choose your partner, but I've taken that into my own liberty as to who I think would best benefit you."

"Oh- Who is it?" You ask.

"Izuku Midoriya. He scored the highest on the essay, and I’d say is one of the brightest in the class." Aizawa says, writing off something on his clipboard and turning his head to your left.

You turn your head as well to be met with a green-haired guy who's slightly behind your step, with a yellow backpack slung over one shoulder, and the other hand in his pocket.

"Hey, I'm Midoriya." He smiles softly at you, holding a hand out for you to shake.

"Oh- Uh- Y-yea, I'm Y/N, nice to meet you," You smile back, shaking his hand. Has he always been there? You could have sworn everyone left, right? He just showed up out of nowhere!

"You guys can get situated with each other later," Aizawa interrupts. He hands the paper he was just checking on his clipboard to you. It's a rubric of his expectations, and the assigned subject you got. "I expect both of you to plan out your study sessions on your own accord. Use your time wisely, and this better be to my liking." He sits back down in his chair, paying no further attention to you two. “Dismissed.”

Midoriya starts making his way out the door, standing in the doorway, for you to catch up beside him.

"He's really tough, but trust me he has good intentions," Midoriya tries reassuring you once the two of you leave his class.

"Yeah, I'm aware. It's honestly just me," You toy with a strand of your hair, not making eye contact with him.

Noticing your uneasiness, he takes out his phone, and faces it towards you with his contacts open. "Take it easy, okay? I'll help you along the way with whatever you need, and we'll ace this project!"

You gulp, taking his phone and writing in your contact. How easy for him to say that. He was smart, organized, probably never had a D in his life. He had no idea what your life was like. Regardless, you sigh a small "I hope so" at his words, which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"Great! I'll text you my schedule, and you let me know what times work for you, kay'?" He chirps, taking his phone back once you put in your information.

"Yea, that works," You smile back at him. “Thank you, Midoriya.”

He waves it off with one hand, a bashful pink painting his cheeks. “Don’t even worry about it, really. If Professor Aizawa put me up to it, then he must honestly think I got what it takes, so I’ll do my best!”

You smile a little at his enthusiasm, starting to regain the once lost hope.

Ping! He scrolls through something on his phone, then turns his attention back to you. “Well, I gotta get going, but I’m looking forward to working with you soon, Y/N.” He smiles back at you one last time, before waving at you and walking off.

You stand there for a second, taking in everything just happened, then sigh to continue on with the rest of your horrid classes you had left.

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Izuku steps out of the bathroom and ruffles the towel in his hair, messing up his wet hair into its common fluffy mess it’s always in. He grabs a white T shirt from his basket of clean laundry, and puts on some boxers, not bothering with his pants. It’s one of the things he liked about having a dorm all to himself. He had his privacy to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

He took out a file of papers out of his bag, displaying them on his desk. It was all copies of your previous assignments, typically the ones you did terribly on. To know how you were going to get better, he first needed to know what your worst was at. And boy…even he was irritated to a degree. Calm and composed Izuku, who was always coming out on top of his classes, who had so many friends beyond just the smart students, who had his schedules all organized to keep his academic and social life stable, found himself rubbing his temples just looking at your work. He highlighted key points he wanted to go over with you when he got the chance. Beneath the pounds of red ink splotched onto your papers, he could tell you had potential. You understood the concepts well enough, just a bit more preparation and you’d be good to go.

Finally, at around midnight, he’d finished going through your work, writing down his own notes in his notebook. He stretched back into his chair, letting his back crack from the persistent hunched position he had, and started packing his bag hurriedly.

He sat up right in his bed, leaning against the pillow. Sure, Izuku was the top student, top of the social ladder, top of everything really. But getting to that level doesn’t come without burnout and frustration, like everyone expected him to keep being the top, like his world would crash if he ever fell down even one step. It was rough keeping an image so important, so who could blame him for wanting to unwind every so often? Maybe every night?

Phone in one hand, the other rubbing himself through the fabric of his boxers, he goes to search for a familiar name in his private tab: luvleaf. He can feel himself grow from the anticipation of what he knows is coming. His screen is filled with your page, your videos on display, all from the same angle: from your tits down, never showing your face. His cock is twitching just at the sight of your pretty tits on the screen. Your skirt pulled up enough to catch a glimpse of your wet panties. Your hands that seemed to always shyly fidget with the strand of hair you allowed in view, which he always found cute. He found you cute.

It’s not like Izuku was addicted to videos, not really. There was a point where it was only occasional, finding whatever video on the hub or twitter maybe once a month. You weren’t just some site to him, though. He stumbled on your page reposted on some twitter page when he was lazily trying to get himself. Gosh, your whimpers, your fingers, your teasing, your vulnerability, he was so attracted to it. He found himself going to your page– a camgirl's page. For the first time in his life. And he never turned back since. You’d somehow seeped into his routine like you always belonged there. After every long, hard day, there’s no way he could get himself to sleep without checking up on you. To see what you had in store for him that day. You were the one thing he wished he had, amongst all his success, he needed you. Needed that sweet cunt on his mouth someday, on his now throbbing cock if he was lucky enough. But he knew that wasn’t possible by a long shot, so he stuck with his comments on your livestreams, making sure you knew he was there– which wasn’t quite hard considering you weren’t that well known in the industry.

It’d be selfish of him to admit it, but he was glad you weren’t that known. He wanted to keep you to himself as much as he could, even if it was through a screen.

“Mph– fuck…” Izuku groaned, freeing his red blushed cock out of his boxers, rubbing it from the base as he opened one of your latest videos, noticing the fidgeting, the shyness, damn he loved it all.

“I’m gonna be honest, I might have to end the stream early today, sorryy~”

That sweet voice filled his ears and his cock as it twitched at the sound.

“I’ll make it worth your while, though.”

Izuku pumps his cock watching you trailing up your skirt. Short or not, you are never disappointed in your videos. Always having him humping into his cock by the end of the sessions, and today was no different. Squelches come from him fisting his cock so hard and fast, chasing his release after you. Your tits moving with every breath, the vibrator working against your clit making you tremble, how he wished he was there. How he wished he could be the one fingering that sweet pussy. Calling you his puppy, his princess, his pretty fucking girl. The positions he’d have you in in front of the camera for everyone to see, to see that he’d be your first. Maybe he’d switch it up, show you something you hadn’t experienced. Maybe he’d facefuck you in front of everyone, make you bark for him on camera like the good puppy you are. He’d slap, fuck, ruin you on camera. But oh how he wanted to take care of you the second the recording stopped. Praising you nonstop for taking it like his good girl. Eating out the mess between your legs before taking you to the shower. Fuck he wanted to be in you so bad, needed to taste you so bad.

He could feel himself getting closer at the thought of it all. Your moans serenaded his ears, making him move faster as he felt himself get closer. Whining and grinding into his cock, he felt himself cum on his stomach. He kept going, emptying himself dry at the sound and sight of you reaching your orgasm too. Even after, he kept lazily pumping his cock for the rest of the stream, fearing he’d miss anything from you even if it was a crumb. When you finally turned the stream off, he let out a money breath, tilting his head back with his eyes closed in absolute bliss. He could feel his cum slipping down the tip of his cock to the base before he continued lightly pumping it back up to get the last remaining drops out. Once he was satisfied, he grabbed the tissue body next to him, cleaning the mess on his stomach first, before getting up to clean up the mess of his swollen, red shaft. It wasn’t the first time he’d done this, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. He’d be there for you when you streamed again at night after he’s done with his classes and his homework, just like his schedule had always bee– ping!

Izuku snaps out of autopilot midway to the bathroom hearing his phone ping with a new message. He picks it up.

Y/N: hey! I know it’s late, sorry. I was busy but here’s my schedule. Y/N: (sent an image) Y/N: let me know when you’re free to work on the project ^^;

Oh. Right. Guess he’s going to have to adjust his schedule to fit you in there too now, huh? Great.

⊱A/N: this has been sitting in drafts for wayyyy too longgg i love you nerdy somewhat mean freakzuku ngh also woahh double posts in one day im spoiling ygs

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[nsfw] thinking of a yandere who asks to take you out to prom.

you can hardly recall ever seeing him in school. he'd always been the face in the corner of your classroom, his eyes scanning over people and yet he never spoke. he's always seemed interesting to say the least, on the days that he bothers to come in at least.

it's easy to see that he's not well. he's shaking with dying roses in his hands and there's blood from the thorns staining his fingers. and yet, with crowds of your classmate watching you, phones pointed in your face to catch your reaction, you feel unable to deny him.

it was his plan all along. he's a fucking freak, blushing at the thought of your eyes widened up, the little sputter you let out trying to respond to him. it was adorable. you looked so cute, so nervous and shy just for him.

you've spent barely five minutes before he's trying to drag you home. interlocking his sweaty fingers with yours, an expression that's wayyy too happy on his face. once you've reached his home it's a mess, clothes sprawled out all around. he ushers you into the bed, climbing on top of you and you can feel how aroused he is.

literally. he's passionately grinding his hard on against you as he buries his head into your neck, sucking at the skin.

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