HELLO??

HELLO??🤠

finally getting to ride cowboy! izuku’s cock for the first time, bouncing desperately in his lap while he sits back and watches. the shit-eating grin on his face, those boyish dimples, his sun-kissed skin scattered with freckles… god he’s a sight to see, a sinful one that might have you coming undone without much resistance. he’s filling you up so nicely, worn hands smoothing over your hips as you worked out your thighs for all they were worth. the burn was worth it, getting to hear him praise you with that honey-suckle sweet southern drawl, breathy and wrecked. even though he was smug, he was clearly feeling it too. his chest was heaving, an angelic blush warmed his cheeks.

his emerald eyes seemed to flicker between the bounce of your breasts and the wanton expression plastered on your face. damn, you were pretty. you were taking him like a champ, even when his hips started to buck up to meet yours. your ride felt more like you were trying to last on the back of a bronco, or maybe a bull, your palms slapping down on izu’s chest to steady yourself.

“that’s it sweetness, lookin’ like a pro up there,” he hummed through a clenched jaw, sending a slap to your ass that echoed through the empty hayloft.

“that feel good? you like ridin’ my cock?,” he cooed, and when you didn’t answer he continued, “yeah you do. my little buckle bunny, hm? you’re missin’ somethin’.”

he eased you to a slow grind, tipping his large cowboy hat from his head and placing it upon your own. Warmth settled in your gut, and you were far too debauched to think properly, but you still managed to tip it towards him as he would when he greeted someone.

“Atta’ girl. Go on, show me how you want it.”

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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?

i giggled

i feel like both kawata twins are tender headed but nahoya really be dragging it.

like hes sat down on the couch and you're standing up behind him, comb BARELY touching the ends of his hair and hes already complaining about you being too rough on his head, pushing your hands away and all. he barely stays still long enough for you to get an even part.

"y/n you're pulling too hard!!" "boy if you don't shutcho ass up-"

is deff getting popped with the comb. stfu and get yo hair done🤦🏾‍♀️

souya is on the verge of tears the entire time but he takes it like a champ. he probably takes way better care of his hairstyles compared to his brother as well. his durags tied on so tight he's waking up with headaches but the braids lasting soooo

nahoya definetly tries for like the first week of his hair getting done but after that he's lucky if he even knows the whereabouts of a single scarf in the house.

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ok droppin a lil brainrot crumb bc i can’t answer your ask quite yet:

big, strong, 6’5 kiri in his late 20s/early 30s who’s confident and knows how good he looks. he’s so hard to fluster. but the moment you run your pretty little hand up his bicep and squeeze, he’s turning super red and melting. “you’re so strong, daddy baby…. i love it,” with such a sweet smile, trying not to tease him bc you know how he gets when you tease. 😳

this is based on that hc i wrote a long time ago that kiri has a strength (& maybe size) kink.

im hiding behind my hands😵‍💫

its one of the few things that get him really flustered. he totally has a size/strength kink. something about you making it known drives him insane.

“oh god …daddy you’re so big..”

“mmmh i feel so full.”

yeah shit like that makes him dizzy, weak in the knees, almost feral. it brings primal kiri right to the forefront.

“that’s right baby, you just let me take care of you, i know what you need.”

i also think kiri has a bit of self consciousness when it comes to his strength. he knows he’s strong but he fears he’ll never be strong enough to save all of his loved ones. sometimes he uses the strength he does have to compensate for that scared little boy he used to be, so getting to hear you go on and on about how big and strong he is strums something deep within him.

yeah

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.

y’all won’t see the end of me tonight.

*cries in dad bf!pro deku who is both too precious and too depraved for words*