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nanami taking care of his sick wife ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⟡ ˖ ࣪. tags ; fluff, domesticity, very light smut lol

nanami, who actually went out of his way to leave work early just to buy groceries to make you soup for lunch and buy some medicine from the pharmacy. he couldn’t bare seeing you groggy and disoriented from your fever. you couldn’t even make it out of bed this morning. when he got home, he saw you laying on the couch this time draped in all of the warm blankets and a wash cloth over your forehead, napping peacefully with your water bottle beside you. it was a good thing that he reminded you to stay hydrated.

nanami, who makes his way to the kitchen to start on making the soup for you to wake up to. he prioritizes your health so much that he would never want to stress you out. he’s devoted to be by your side, including in sickness and in health, just as you are for him. this gentle, passionate love reciprocated between you two is the type of love that leaves you numb in reverie. he would check in on you while waiting for the water to boil, changing the dampened wash cloth from room temperature to cool, and caressing your face ever so gently just to not wake you.

nanami, who is the first man you see when your eyes flutter open. his smile was stronger than any antidote or medicine, strong enough to make your fatigue temporarily subside. you instantly melt from the way he can mutter sweet such things, all while the lovely smell of warm homemade chicken noodle soup fills your nose. he would even hold your frail hand, ever so gently kissing it.

“how are you feeling, love?”

his delicate touch and the warmth of his hand sent a blossoming sensation within your body. you couldn’t help but smile, the glimmer in your eyes rapturing your husband. “a little better,” you mutter weakly, sighing deeply. “i never thought you’d see me like this…”

“in sickness and in health, remember?” he reassures, his thumb caressing your hand. “now, are you feeling hungry? i came home early to make you soup. just wanted to make sure my pretty wife gets taken care of.”

“i love you,” you murmured fondly. “thank you so much.”

“i love you, too... god, i want to kiss you right now. i couldn’t go on my day not kissing you at all this morning.”

as much as you tried to protest because you didn’t want to get him sick, your loving husband did not care. contagious or not, if he gets to spend more time with you and not have to go to work for being sick, he’d allow it. your husband would wrap the blankets around you as you stood up to walk to the dining table for the soup he prepared. he’d make sure you were still staying hydrated with water and your favorite energy drinks. and after you took the medicine he bought, you were feeling slightly better. your skin wasn’t as hot and your body temperature had decreased, but you were still groggy. you wanted to stay on the couch, but nanami insisted on cuddling with you. he still wanted to hold his endearing wife in his arms; it was a routine every time he comes home. he’d still feel devoted to hold you and feel your body on his, sick or not.

his excuse was that if you had just gotten sick in the morning, eventually he’d have to be as well since you two live together— and if you were both sick, he’d have to cuddle with you. you tried to protest once again because you genuinely didn’t want him to suffer any symptoms, but he kept insisting that he didn’t care. he’d let you sit on his lap and lay on his chest, his slick hands roaming about your warm body as he kisses you softly. he wouldn’t be so aggressive because of your fatigue, but with his burning rapacity and his desire to please you, it was difficult to take his hands off of you.

nanami, who had your body writhing in heat and your hips gyrating from the way he toys with your cunt and fingers you so good. you both sat by the fireplace in the living room, the passion between you two mystified into the air. you loved the way his fingers felt inside you; throwing your head back on his shoulder in pleasure and your moans becoming more urgent with each thrust, that such intense orgasms were enough to make the blood rush in your veins and release endorphins, improving your mood and soothing the fatigue from your fever. oh how you both loved each other so deeply, that for every moment he spends with you, it was pure bliss to him.

the breakfast afterwards was such a ‘mwah, no bars.’ moment like😫

thinkin about how izuku gets home from work sooo late sometimes and he’s just too tired to tend to your needs, he promises he will the next day but at the moment he just needs to rest.

also thinkin about how izuku sleeps completely naked, a thin sheet covering his lower body because he knows you like to use him in his sleep, and he allows this. the first time he wasn’t able to pleasure you after work due to his body being too tired, he gave you permission to ride him if you felt like you needed to.

so now every night that izuku comes home late and unable to keep himself awake to fuck you, you take matters into your own hands and sit yourself down on his cock. every now and then he’ll thrust himself upwards, probably dreamin that he’s fucking you too. but it does get tiring for you too, you’re used to taking it from him !! he’s supposed to fuck you !! he’s supposed to hold you down and fuck his cum into you !!

izuku does make up for it in the mornings though, when he finds his cute little wife laying on his chest with his cock still buried inside you. you’d been so tired from having to do all the work yourself, you couldn’t even gather up the strength to roll off of him !! but he would take care of you, give you all the lovin n fuckin you need that he couldn’t provide for the night before. and he’ll still make you breakfast afterwards <333

RAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i’m GENUINELY TWEAKING

💳💥💳

🍬 candy drip !!

syn. izuku can’t believe he finally has you. it’s only fair he spoils you to say thank you.

cw. we fuckin fuckin! reader has a lil happy weight on her. loads of pet names. daddy kink. sir kink. yeah there’s both 🥴. size kink if you REALLY squint. not really mean deku but he’s moreso a little strict. very much dom deku content. fem reader.

note. back to my roots with this one! iykyk! also this was written ambiguously but with black reader in mind.

inspo. candy drip - lucky daye // too deep - dvsn

all those years spent pining after you were worth it.

he remembers them fondly. the nights spent having to watch you deal with your boyfriend who barely even deserved you. that one time you two broke up and he descended on you as fast as acceptably possible. how mad he was when he inevitably fucked things up, chased you right back into your boyfriend’s arms. how lost he felt after you lost contact for years. the joy he felt when you randomly popped up on twitter again and followed him.

and now look at you. look at what izuku’s made of you.

in the few short months that you two were together izuku’s impact was obvious. from the way your body filled out, the way your skin shone and smile beamed brighter every day. he’d do nothing to hide his smiles when you told him you couldn’t fit in your jeans anymore, how dresses would tear at your hips, how skirts couldn’t get over your ass. that’s happy weight, your friends would say, and he’d watch as you roll your eyes and mock them, but he didn’t need to see color on your cheeks to know you were blushing everytime they said it.

izuku thinks he’s obsessed with you. surely love isn’t powerful enough a word. you mention you want something and he’s pushing his wallet in your pockets in seconds. you say you’re having a bad day and suddenly he’s called out of work, his baby’s far too important and there are other heroes around to keep the city safe. you’re hungry and he’s ordering your favorites while you tell him you don’t know what you want to eat. you’re whiny, flustered and frustrated and well, he knows how to deal with that too.

“there she is. there’s my honey girl.” he kisses the nape beneath your ear with a content smile. his large, calloused hand thumbs circles into your pudgy tummy, occasionally massaging the doughy flesh appreciatively. “you can be so needy for daddy’s touch sometimes but never know how to just ask for it.”

it’s not like he could say no. you ask him all the time, zuzu, be a little mean with me. rough me up a little. and he tries, he wants to, but that sweet little voice you call his name in, the way your angel pussy opens and welcomes him, it softens him every time.

how can he be mean to the sweetest girl ever?

“sh-shouldn’t have to.” you mutter, head lolling back to his shoulder. your back arches outwards and he watches your pretty tits shudder with the force of your beating heart. by nature, a curse slips from his rosy lips, saliva accumulating in his mouth.

“yeah?”

how can he be mean? shit. you make it so easy sometimes.

the fingers circling your clit stiffen to tap it. gentle this time, hard enough to just sting and make you gasp, make those pretty eyes pop open. it’s good, means you can watch him grab your face and guide your mouth open. on instinct you even stick your tongue out for him. there’s his good girl.

“shouldn’t have to? sure that’s what you wanna go with?” izuku loves watching your face. his tone switches a little and suddenly your eyes are wide and rounded off. there’s not a thought in your head and he feels your pussy throb beneath his fingers. look at his girl go.

“hm?” he asks, tapping your cheek when you don’t respond. “that’s what you’re going with pretty girl? you know better than that with me.”

he spits directly onto your tongue, smiling when you swallow without instruction. your eyes are glossy, lips swollen and rosy from kissing minutes prior. he raises an eyebrow, chuckling a bit when you still don’t respond. “because you know me, right? daddy doesn’t like when you don’t tell him what you want.”

izuku’s fingers feel good between your folds. they must, from the way your breathing catches as he swipes his index up and down from your clit through your seam. the sound is soft and ever welcomed, gentle, sloppy noises from your pretty cunt sounding sweet in his ear. his cock throbs beneath you, tucked up hard and leaking in his briefs.

“mhm.” you say absentmindedly. he tuts, tapping your pussy a little harsher this time before rubbing four fingered circles into your messy little bud.

“you know better than that.” his voice is firmer. “answer me again. properly this time.”

“yes sir.” your response is immediate. izuku’s heart flutters.

sir. she’s calling him sir today.

“what do you want pretty girl?”

he watches as you struggle, fighting through the clouds of your mind. “to cum.”

“hm.” izuku switches to his index, flicking your clit around, smirking when your legs twitch and kick outwards. “want me to make you cum.”

you nod first, finding your tongue when his pace slows. “yes sir. please sir.”

“with what?” your hips jut forward and you whine in discontent. izuku’s sticky hand slaps firm, fast and hard on your inner thigh. “with what, princess.”

you find your words again. “your cock. please. i need to cum on your cock.”

sinking into your pussy makes izuku delirious. your walls greet him excitedly every time, plush and warm and alive as it opens and tightens and hugs his veiny cock in earnest. he loves it, can’t help but press a kiss on your shoulder blades, big hands holding your hips steady. your shoulders sink into the duvet, arching up that ass nice and high for him until he smacks it in appreciation. to show gratitude, your pussy clamps down around his tip, and you both moan in unison.

“my girl’s got such a good pussy.” izuku’s never able to hold his tongue inside you. he babbles too much, driven near insane, and the less coherent the thought, the harder he’s plowing into you. his balls slap against your clit in mere seconds, your choppy squeals and mewls gassing him to go further. he catches sight of your pretty pink nails digging into the duvet covers and adjusts his stance, rooting one foot onto the bed and driving your hips back to meet his strokes. his cock fits in deeper, his eyes rolling around, tongue lolling and panting out like a dog until he’s whining like one too.

“good girl, good girl, taking all ‘a my cock.” he pants. “pussy’s so fuckin— shit, ‘s so good mama. so fucking good.”

you’re babbling nonsense into the sheets, and the giggle from your boyfriend that reaches your ears makes your eyes cross and cunt clench up so tight it nearly pushes him out. izuku moves his hands to your back and arches you further, raising on his toes to angle down into you and fuck you right in that spot you both like.

he succeeds.

“oh!” you cry out. you gasp and shudder and claw, kicking your feet in vain while his big cock bullies hard into you. “oh, oh izu! there, there! ‘s- so good right there, please!”

“yeah?” the smirk on his face is evident in his voice. he keeps his stance fierce and rigid, sweat dripping from his brow as sounds of your sloppy pussy ring loud in the room. “i know pretty girl, i know. know this pussy well, honey. you’re gonna cum for me?”

“mhm!” you whine through bitten lips, too lost in that quickly building feeling churning deep in the bellows of your tummy. you’re so caught up, too caught up, that when izuku pulls out of you and abruptly gives you a harsh slap on your pussy hard enough to bring tears to your eyes, you gasp and keen in the same breath.

his big hand curls around your neck and pulls you up in moments. you’re blinking rapidly, chest racing, and his hand finds your pussy to slap it again rapidly while his lips find your ear.

“pretty girl, how do you address me?” his voice is low and stern. you clench up, pitifully around nothing, though the feeling of his hot, hard cock against your ass does nothing to sedate you. instinctively you push back into it, but a harsh slap to your inner thigh stills you again as tears build in your waterline. “don’t make me ask you again.”

“yes sir!” you gasp out. he hums appreciatively.

“you wanna cum on my cock right?” another yes sir. “then you’ll behave. good girls get to cum on my cock, princess.”

“yes sir.” your lips are wobbling now. “please, sir, m so close, i just- i just need—“

“this?”

izuku pushes into you steady and mindbreakingly slow. he holds you in place, thumbing around your clit in slow, calculated circles, matching the pace of well aimed strokes knocking deep within your center. he borders on too deep every time but fuck it feels so good.

“yeah, yeah!” you fall slack in his hold but he keeps you upright and steady. “this, sir, yes! thank you, fuck, thank you, thank you—“

“cum on my dick princess. be my good girl and cum for me.”

it’s beautiful. you’re beautiful. the way you give yourself to his demands, listen at the drop of a dime like he’s pavloved you. he tells you to cum and you do it. your body runs slack and your walls tighten, then suddenly they fall slack too. his strokes sound squishy and sloppy, creamy cum leaking thick around his dick, coating warm over it in earnest. you cum so much and for so long, until he’s laying you gently on your tummy and angling deep, causing you to tremble and cum again. best of all, the name that falls from your lips as you do so.

“oh, oh! daddy! daddy! thank you, thank you— oh my-“

“that’s it.” he chuckles. “there’s my girl.”

it takes one, two, three strokes before izuku’s groaning deep in his chest. you clench up weakly around him at the sound, and it’s cute. watching your pussy fill until his cum oozes out around him. he strokes as his cock throbs and you tense up, then release again. he’s not surprised he made you squirt. he’s surprised he did it without trying. so much so that it pulls a genuine laugh out of him.

“good girl, good girl.” he kisses on you soothingly. you hiccup, still shaking in aftershock, gasping and whining. “my good girl, always. daddy’s so proud of you princess. did so fucking good for me—“

“fuck me again daddy.” you cut him off, and it catches him so off guard he smiles. your eyes are open and glassy, but the way your pussy tightens around him isn’t to be ignored.

“please.”

he chuckles. such a spoiled little thing he’s got you.

“okay pretty girl. how do you want it?”

exactly bro

i can understand disliking most anime protags- most of them have some serious issues, but i cannot fuckin fathom disliking Izuku Midoriya

all that mf wanted was to be a hero to marginalized people and to save people with a smile and yall HATED that MF

wtf did he do? look fruity? cry since he was traumatized?

whatd the lil green rabbit to do yall?

gonna talk about unprotected sex with my favorite greenette before i go to sleep.

izuku thinks you’re so adorable when you beg him to take the condom off, when he’s fucking you so deep you have to stand on your tiptoes. and even though his cockhead is kissing your cervix, you’re teary eyed and begging him to wait, to let up just a second.

he’s kissing your shoulder, batting away the wetness from your eyes with his thumb.

“what’s the matter, honey?”

“izu take it off- i wanna feel you, please.”

he’s chuckling at your desperation, pulling one of your arms backwards, “take it off for me,” is all he says as he slips out of your cunt, and you’re quick to grab at his shaft, running your hand downward to pull at the tip of the rubbery condom. you pull until the stretchy material is pulled too far outward, nice and taut before it starts to roll down izuku’s slicked cock. when he was free from the extra layer, he makes sure to slam right back into you, arching your back the way he likes as you drop the useless rubber to the floor.

you cry out his name over and over, eyes glazing at the feel of the ridges of his cock, bare and hot in your insides. this was what you needed, to feel all of him completely.

“awe, sweet girl, you want me to fill up this little pussy don’t you?”

the ripple going down your spine was enough confirmation.

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