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

Let's throw a tatted up Dabi and the Todoroki family into a biker gang AU where quirks are only a few generations in. Angsty enemies, smut with a pinch of plot, brat taming. Warning: So much dub-con. So. Much. Preview: Your eyes raked up, giving him that little doe-eyed stare that sometimes made his cheeks tinge pink before making your tongue wide and flat, gliding it up and down from the base of his cock all the way to the very tip until it was glistening as much as the studs that practically gilded him. He drew in a choked breath but held your gaze, no hint of that curious flush, just pure need. "Be a good girl," he murmured wretchedly, knowing you *hated* the sentiment, his blue eyes flashing dangerously when your innocent look turned into a haughty glare. Dabi's fingers immediately knotted against your scalp so tight you winced, your lips parting further with a soundless cry. Cover credit: @cryopodsq

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.

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Naka has a unique quirk and so after their family betrayed them and they ended up on the street they found their way to the LOV. They vowed to take down the hero's because they hunt traumatized people for the sake of so called justice.

Thanks to your quirk you are one of the top book editors in America. This gives you many opportunities to travel and work with writers. You get an offer from a new writer in Japan to come and work with him for a month or two to see what can be done with his book. This is the first time you have been to Japan but thanks to taking a few languages to help your career the language barrier won't be a problem. After arriving and having your first meeting you stop at a bar on the way back to your hotel. While there you notice a handsome man with long black hair that is also working on some papers. When you go to leave you meet eyes with the man and feel something inside of you pulse. Walking out the door, back to the hotel, you think you feel someone's eyes on you. This is an Aizawa x reader fanfic. 18+ as it contains sexual content. Do not copy write. I do not own the character Aizawa. UPDATES happen every Saturday