MHA x Reader Lemons and One Shots [Requests Open]

🧡Villain!Deku x Reader

This is from my other one shots book. I'm moving the MHA ones here. I'm redoing my entire Wattpad profile rn.

Big thanks to @_Weird_Foox_ for this idea!

"...there should be a separate chapter of him just torturing us until we say we love him, and if we don't the punishments get more brutal..." -_Weird_Foox_

I hope this oneshot makes you drool with excitement some more😜 *edit note: Holy crap this turned out really flipping long! I guess my muse was working over time Lolol. Longest one shot to date, I think! Over 2100 words!*

Y/N's POV

The bright lights overhead blinded me, as a headache pounded my temples. My vision adjusted to the lights, and I saw a figure standing in front of me.
The figure was obviously a lean male with curly green hair. He held something in his hand, but I couldn't make it out.
"Y/N! I'm so glad you're awake!" The figure cheered. I focused in on the silhouette.
"Izuku...? Where am I...?" I asked, drearily. I tried to reach out to him, but my arms wouldn't move from behind the chair that I realized I rested on. I tried to move my feet as well, but when it didn't happened, my heart went into overdrive mode. My vision cleared, as though someone had pulled off a thin white veil, which had been covering my eyes.
"Izuku, w-where am I??" I asked again, forgetting that I had just asked him the same thing.
"That doesn't really matter now. All that matters is now, we can together forever, Y/N."
"It does m-matter!" I ignored the rest of his statement.
"You're in my basement, Sweetie. You're safe. There's no need to get worked up."
"How could you s-say that?! I'm tied up in your b-basement? Does that m-mean you did this to me??" I pulled and struggled against my ropes, giving myself a burn.
"Yes, my love. I did. But it's only to protect you, the one I love. All I've ever done has all been for you. I love you, so much, Y/N. So much more than myself. I'll sacrifice anything to be with you." My mouth gaped.
"Izuku..." Tears dribbled over my pale cheeks. "Izuku, I don't w-want to be d-down here... P-Please let me g-go..." My throat closed, and I couldn't choke out the words to my best friend. Well, I suppose I should say former best friend. "Izuku, p-please don't hold m-me here..."I slumped over, tears flowing
continually over my lids.
"Y/N, no, please don't cry!" He tried to wrap his arms around me, but I turned my head.
"Don't touch m-me, unless y-you're going to u-untie me." I tried to say with some force, glaring at the short boy.
His eyes changed. His beautiful soft pools of green became hard and angry. He grabbed my chin and forced my teary red eyes to look into his uncaring ones.
"Tell me you love me. Like you did when we were kids." I shook my head, despite in his iron grip.
"No, I w-won't!" He gripped my chin harder, leaving a bruise on my jawline.
"Tell me. I want to hear those words leave your mouth."
"N-No!" He growled before forcefully letting go of my face. He went over to a table I hadn't noticed, that sat behind him. He picked up a medium-sized object and walked back over to me.
"You need to understand who is is in charge here right now, Y/N." He smiled and chuckled, tucking his chin into his shoulder, in his trademarked ways. But I knew better. Those words do not match with his actions. "If you won't tell me that you love me, you might need to be taught your lesson." I looked at him with unbridled fear lacing my eyes.
"No... Izuku..." He raised his arm to show me a red candle. It looked as though it had been light many times before, and a puddle of melted wax created a smaller bubble, held together only by surface tension. Suddenly, the room was super cold, as if the fire drew in all of the warmth from the room.
"Please..." An evil smirk spread across his young face. He tipped the bright red candle and watched, entranced, as the drop of molten wax hit my bare thigh. I yelped at the contact. The tears continued to fall, as well as the wax. "Midoriya, please stop!" I called out, seeming to stir him from his trance.
"Awww, come on. We're better friends than that, Y/N. Continue to call me Izuku." I bit my lip so hard that a single drop of blood began its journey down my chin. Izuku noticed and met it at my chin. He used his tongue to lick from my chin to the corner of my mouth, before planting a tender kiss upon my dry lips. This kiss held none of my former best friend's anger and anguish, that he seemed to previously possess. It reminded me exactly who I was dealing with, and that he had left that tender person behind.
"Please, Izuku... Please don't hurt me anymore... I miss the old you... I m-miss the tender and loving Midoriya..." He got a centimeter away from my face and growled at me.
"Well, I'm not that stupid Deku anymore. I followed Kaa-Chan's advice and killed myself. Now, I'm better. I'm Izuku." He whispered, chewing on my busted lip. He pulled back a tad and looked into my heartbroken eyes. "If you don't want anymore punishment, you have to follow through with what I told you." He smiled and tapped my nose, like he used to when he was the loveable Deku.
"Izuku..." He looked at me expectingly. "I LOVED you." He scoffed.
"No you didn't. And that's not what I asked you to say." I bit my lip again as I watched him walk over his to table and pick up an object that was bigger than the candle. I took in half a breath when I realized that he had picked up a whip. I gasped softly at the intimidating sight. Izuku chuckled at me.
"You're so cute, Y/N. I want to see how cute you look when you're screaming for me to stop." Color drained from my already pale face.
My words failed me and I couldn't seem to produce any at all. Izuku stifled a laugh at my pathetic and weakened state. He took a step back.
"Are you ready for this, Y/N?" My eyes never left his hand, in which he grasped the hilt of the whip. He let the end of it hit the floor, producing a small sound. My body was violently trembling, so he decided to slap the whip against the cement floor. I yelped at the jarring sound.
Izuku licked his lips before slamming a searing pain into my stomach. I screamed as it all hit me at once. He did it once more, twice more, thrice more.
I sobbed uncontrollably, from the amount of pain that scarred my flesh. His hands rested on my chest for a few seconds before I screamed at him not to touch me. He was taken aback.
"I believe I can touch my property any time I damn well please. And that's exactly what you are, baby. My property." I was too busy sobbing to try to tell him other wise. "Are you ready to admit now? Or do you need another lesson?" Even if I wanted to comply, I couldn't. Sobs racked my body too hard to get any words out. "Come on, N/N. It's not going to stop, unless you make it." He knelt in front of me, placing a calloused hand on my stomach, under my shirt, running it from underneath my breasts to my lower stomach, smearing the little droplets of blood. "All you have to do is say the magic words..."
"Please..." I said, breathlessly. He chuckled. He used his bloodied hand to push my knee away from my other, and kiss my thigh.
"Not that word. It's 'I love you.' You can say that, can't you?" He murmured against my thigh. I immediately tensed, and I know he felt it. "You could be laying on my bed right now, snuggling with me, with bandages on your wounds, but instead you'd rather sit there in that chair, creating more? You're bound to give yourself rope burn pulling on those restraints, if you haven't already. Come on, Y/N. I don't want to hurt you, but if I give in to you every time, I'll never get what I want." I took a few shaky breathes as blackness threatened to crawl over my vision. I let my head hang on my chest.
Izuku cursed.
"Don't tell me you're passing out... after only a little bit of punishment." He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up by it. I clung to my consciousness for dear life. He pouted. "Please, Y/N. Just give into me." I looked into his eyes, my own glossing over.
"Izuku..." I managed. Anger clouded his face when I let my eyes drop to my knees again. He let out another low growl, before he stood up in front of me, keeping my hair in his fist.
He flattened his hand and pulled it across my face, undoubtedly leaving a bright red mark in its wake. I let out a gasp of pain. He slapped my face, alternating between sides. All I could do was sob. Nothing I could say in this moment would sway him, other than the words he so desperately asked me for.
"You stupid bitch! Just fucking say what I want you to say!" I'd never heard Izuku curse before, in any fashion. It only made me cry harder.
He let go of my hair in a huff. He reached into the pocket of his dark pants, to pull out a pocket knife. He opened it, allowing the blade to pop out, like an indent thought in any type of situation that didn't call for it. He touched it to his finger, than turned his hand to show me the small cut on it.
"It's very, VERY sharp." He giggled like a schoolgirl. He took my right foot in his hand, and pushed his knife against my shin. He dragged it downward, effortlessly, as one would when painting a beautiful sun set. But this scene was anything but beautiful. A scream ricocheted from deep in my chest. He glanced over at my left leg before an evil smirk spread across his face. He picked it up and carved Izuku into my inner thigh. My endless screams poured from my throat. He licked away the heavy streams of blood that poured from me. My head swayed.
"Now, anyone who tries to touch you will know who you belong to." He continued to lick at my blood. "I didn't know you were so sweet on the inside too, N/N!" He exclaimed. At one point, I might have thought the exclamation cute, if not for the context of what was spoken.
"Izuku... Izuku..." My throat was parched from screaming, but I called his attention.
"Are you ready to submit to me?" His words were a slapping reminder of what he wanted me to do, not that he hadn't slapped me already.
"Izuku..." I swapped air. "I..."
"You're a third of the way there!" He clapped his hands together. I couldn't look him the eyes.
"I love..." He got a centimeter from my face again, forcing my eyes to look at his lifeless ones.
"Mhmmmmmm??"
"I love you..." Izuku's dead eyes beamed.
"You did it! I'm so proud of you!" He kissed my cheek. He slid his pocket knife along the ropes that bound me and they fell to the floor. I considered standing and running out the door, but I knew I wouldn't get far. He went to pick me up.
"You'll get..." I coughed, and Izuku looked at me, mystified. "...blood on your clothes... if you pick me up..." He tsked away the notion and picked me up anyway. I gripped onto his shirt in pain, and he whispered sweet nothings into my ear as we ascended the stairs to his room. The pain was almost unbearable.
He sat me on the toilet of his bathroom, as he proceeded to patch all of the wounds he inflicted. I winced and cried out a lot, but he comforted me with his soft voice.
"I love you more than life its self, Y/N." He said. "I'll always be beside you. Until the end of time." He nuzzled his head against my hand, that he had placed on his cheek. He then picked me up, like I was weightless, and placed me on his bed.
Izuku kissed down my neck, being careful not to press on any bandages.
"I love you so much, Y/N. You're mine. And I'll never let you go."

Authors note: should I make a part 2 where Bakugo comes and saves you? It definitely won't be as long as this one tho.