Bound/Rebound - Aizawa x 3rd person reader smutty fic. No name, no hair/eye/skin color for easy self-insert. Artist credit: @Nakamu_405. "Do you want to forget for a little bit?" He stilled when he asked the question as if the words were heavy with meaning for him, an offer to help ease the hurt. Just a temporary relief, no? And it had been so long since he was with someone aroused by his inclination to dominate. The tip of his nose dragged across her cheek as he stopped to look up at her, but his face read as impassive, bored. He didn't want to appear too eager. "You won't remember his name when I'm done," He murmured against her skin, his eyes hooded with lazy arrogance, a smirk creeping across his lips.

Endeavor x 3rd person F reader smut. She has no first name, no hair/eye/skin color, all so the reader can easily self-insert. Non-abusive Endeavor, just a divorced asshole with dom and daddy kinks. Dubious consent, praise kink, arranged/quirk marriage, age gap, size difference, breeding kink without the vibe-kill of pregnancy. ART CREDIT: Stormcallart. -- -- -- "If this comes down to a fight, I won't go easy on you, girl." He tugged at the drawstring of his robe so the front fell open as he prowled forward, revealing his long and stiff length standing at attention, pearly beads of anticipation dribbling down the tip. She gasped and froze, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight before realizing it was a distraction. He used it as an opportunity to rush forward, moving faster than she thought possible, his fingers curling around her throat when she was within reach. The flames on his face had flared to life, a manic grin on his lips

Villain All Might/Yagi Toshinori is missing pieces -- a shell of his former self since killing All for One -- but after weeks of stalking he's found the only healer capable of putting him back together. [dub-con, stalker kink, praise kink, 3rd person reader (no name no hair/eye/skin color for easy self-insert). I'm LilithTheReader on Tiktok if you need to reach me! Art credit: Stormcallart] -- -- -- At first her lips felt tight, her fists banging into his chest, his mouth muffling any cries for help, the tip of her nose brushing the still-intact portion of his mask. But as soon as he slanted his face to a better angle, her lips yielded just a little...it was all he needed for his tongue to find its way in, invading and slipping over hers. The tension in her body eased slightly as her eyes fluttered closed, not expecting the way his tongue roamed across hers. It made her whimper into the kiss, the sound driving him further, pressing his lips into hers with renewed fervor and tasting a moan on her lips that she could not manage to hold back. The moment her tongue brushed willingly back against his, he freed his hand from her hair and sat himself on the edge of her bed. The mattress sagged significantly under his weight and the bed frame groaned but he ignored it, positioning her so that she straddled his lap.