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May I request Franken Iida smut? Big dummy monster fucking a leetle human he finds and muttering something about breeding with no real thought

a/n: I may have taken this in a slightly more canon-adjacent and sex-polleny direction to wrap my head around it, but I hope that’s ok! I love Frankeniida so dearly, and also I love Halloween so thank you for enabling me. IS IT AUTUMN YET??

cw: breeding kink, sex pollen, alcohol

The troublemakers always come out on Halloween night, even in a world of heroes and villains. But it’s not usually the big baddies that are out and about on Hallow’s Eve, it’s the petty criminals and the mischief makers, just happy for an excuse to mess with people. When they happened upon a party of pro heroes, they knew exactly what they wanted to do.

The party was outdoors in someone’s back garden. Iida, the man behind the hero Ingenium, was easy to pick out from the crowd despite his Frankenstein disguise. It was the height, the posture, and the glasses that easily gave him away. The pranksters laughed as the ringleader activated his quirk, firing the effects right at Iida. It would be a real treat to see a hero with such a spotless reputation potentially make a mess of his record himself.

Iida felt the shift inside him immediately, though he had no idea what it was. He felt like he was losing control of his senses, becoming quickly unhinged and feral. He was turning into a monster--that was the only way to describe it. He had to get away from the party immediately, to keep everyone safe. He dropped his plastic cup of beer on the ground, letting it splash around his feet, and with the last shred of consciousness, he forced himself through the house and out the front door until he was ambling down the front walk in the dark. But he wasn't alone.

You sat on the curb, drink in hand, unaware of who or what was creeping up behind you. You needed some respite from the party, a few quiet moments to collect yourself, so you'd come out front to get away from the noise and chatter. Only when Iida's heavy footsteps dragged up directly behind you did you notice he was there.

"Oh, hey Iida," you greeted him. You knew each other from the hero circuit, and you'd even worked side by side with him in a few missions. But immediately, you noticed something was off about him. It was the crazed look in his eye, the way his mouth hung slightly ajar despite his angry expression. When he didn't answer your greeting, you assumed he must be drunk. "Are you ok? Do you need me to call you a cab?"

Iida, with no conscience or mind for what he was doing, grabbed you by the shoulders with his massive hands and pulled you up from the ground. He looked you over with blank but hungry eyes. Your own monster makeup was slightly smudged across your face. Your tits were pushed up on on display. The short little skirt of your costume was ruffled up, revealing the curve of your ass cheeks when you stood. Some instinct that was not entirely his own had taken over, and he had to have you.

"What-?" you began to ask, wondering why Iida had his hands on you in such a forward way, but his power was too much for you in your slightly impaired state. He began walking you backwards toward the brick garden wall that separated the front yard from the back, until you were flush against it. You'd never seen this side of him before, desperate and wanting for you, but you'd harbored a crush on him for far too long to turn this down. You were two monsters in the dark, veins coursing with liquid courage. You wanted him too.

Iida forced your legs apart with his knee, his hard erection pressing against the inside of your thigh as he rutted against you, dry humping you against the solid wall. Grunts and groans escaped from his mouth as you pawed at his chest and neck, feeling the heat and sweat pouring off of him. His mouth connected with your neck with a hard bite, his teeth sharper than you expected for how straight and linear they looked. A whimper of pleasure escaped you.

His hands squeezed your waist, digging into your soft flesh in a way sure to leave fingerprint bruises there. You arched your back off the wall. "Iida, I..." you breathed before he tore at your panties, causing you to gasp sharply.

He began muttering something you couldn't quite make out as he freed his cock from his ripped pants. "Breed you, now," you were finally able to decipher. It made you moan before he even entered you, but soon enough, he was plunging inside your heat with force. His thrusts hammed you back against the wall, the bricks scraping at your hips and backbone, but you didn't care. The urgency of his throbbing cock was enough to make you scream, something that would hardly be noticed on Halloween night anyway, but Iida clamped one hand over your mouth, dampening the sound.

There was nothing you could do, nowhere you could move as his massive, curving cock slammed into you, hitting that deep, sensitive spot with every rut of his hips. His grip on your mouth and your waist was a vice, holding you down as he thrusted at a breakneck pace, teeth gritted against his own desperate groans. "Cum inside you," he growled, barely moving his lips. You nodded your head 'yes.' With your legs shaking and all of Iida's muscles tensing, you came just before he did, feeling his release shooting into you with an intensity you'd never experienced before.

Panting hard, Iida's consciousness began to return as he came down from his high. He felt dizzy and confused, unsure of how he got where he was. But her remembered every sensation, every dark desire he felt, it was just the logistics that were lost on him. As he pulled out of you, he began to stammer. "I-I'm sorry, I'm not sure what came over me."

As he buttoned up his pants again, it was you that caught him by the tattered collar of his shirt. You pressed a sloppy kiss to his lips, and Iida would have been lying if he said he wasn't still turned on, seeing you in your sexy costume, a mess in front of him, despite what just happened. You ran a finger along his angled jaw. "Hey monster, I don't think I'm done with you yet."

WHY DONT YOU SIT RIGHT DOWN

AND STAY A WHILE

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It was unusual for him to find himself infatuated with a person, let alone a woman. But a southern one was.. simply unheard of. Especially from him, sun kissed skin with a golden hue to it. A brunette with sun bleached hair. Not in the hero course but a general studies. Short legs that have a burn to the back of them, but it doesn’t look like she minded that much anyways.

It’s strange to see a new face halfway through the year, but she’s butterflied her way into his friend group. Bright and beamy and smelling like a wild-poppy. Quickly enamoring his friends, Uraraka and her tightly holding her hand as they face the lunch line. All smiles and beams as they plop down, the girl from the sunshine state smooshed against him, “‘m so sorry-“ she apologizes, “I always end up against you, I really hope you don’t mind”

It’s hard to mind when the girl of sunshine and bbq is squeezed against him, and her bare thigh pressed against his clothed thigh, their elbows touching every now and again, “I find it no trouble at all” he smiles softly as she pulls out her chips, opening them and placing them in the middle. Having no mind when Uraraka takes a few, nor when Midoriya or Todoroki do.

She smiles and looks over at him, leaning against him just a fragment of an inch. A sign of trust, that the butterfly has made her own land, her own people, “geez I’m so tired after math, and I’m not even done with the day..” Uraraka looks worried, an eyebrow raised as Todoroki speaks

“Maybe you should stop staying up so late to watch those sad animes. I hear you crying” he speaks, slowly and refined. Accusatory but gentle. Iida can feel her shrug against him.

“I keep telling you to watch them, ‘Nana’ is my favorite. It makes me cry each time” He can feel her giggle next to him as she slouches more and more, “maybe, honestly I’m just homesick”

“Why would you be homesick? I mean I understand it but UA is pretty great?” Midoriya remarks. The girl simply shrugs again and brings her knees to her chest.

“I miss my bed, and my friends and.. I miss my mom. And my dog.. and my cats. Jesus I even miss my chickens” A teardrop falls, smudging the mascara, “I fucked hated those chickens”

Iida shifts his arm, using it to console the girl who’s about to cry, “I’m sorry y/l/n. If you’d like you can go back to the dorms?” He offers but she sits up-right and lifts the tears that have collected on her eyelashes.

“No. I’ll finish today” she shakes her head, not minding Iidas arm around her shoulders, “are you guys willing to do a movie night?”

“I can’t.. it’s uh my moms birthday” Midoriya looks apologetic, “if I finish early I’ll come”

“But it’s a weekend and you all have families you want to go home to” she adds.

“I’ll watch a movie with you”

“Really?”

Iida doesn’t expect to find himself here, against the girl of his dreams. The girl who’s fast asleep against him. Laid on her stuffed bed with too many pillows and weird figures decorating her window staring at him.

He’s not uncomfortable, he’s more than comfortable with her head pressed against his chest, her leg against his abdomen and the tips of her hair tickling his nose. But it’s suffocating. Watching the girl he loves regret coming home here. Witnessing her laptop full of flights back home, the cheapest.

She sleeps soundly, eyes flickering behind closed lids, little jerks from her arms. A side of her he’d never seen, a side of the butterfly that shows her weakness. The exhaustion that seeps through her drooping wings. A tiredness that exists but will never fade. A sickness that never fades until at its orgin.

“Don’t go. Don’t leave. I want you to stay.”