Gonna Talk About Unprotected Sex With My Favorite Greenette Before I Go To Sleep.

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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big beefy number one pro hero deku is absolutely smitten with you, his chubby little girlfriend, and yeah you're a little bit of an airhead sometimes but that makes you all the more endearing to him.

prior to meeting you he used to feel embarrassed whenever he'd ramble too long about heroes or quirks. after some time people would drown him out after he started his disjointed babbling, not wanting to listen to him ramble. with you it's different, the first time it happened he went to apologise to you. jirou once told him he should try and apologise if he realised he did it to strangers afterwards- especially now that he's a pro hero.

so he goes to stammer out an apology after realising he spoke to you uninterrupted about all might's golden age for five minutes and you tilt your head and giggle at him. izuku draws in a breath. "why are you apologising deku? i really liked hearing you speak. what about his other ages?"

izuku felt like he was malfunctioning, "what?"

you bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling again. who knew pro hero deku is so cute? "like the silver age and the bronze age? are those all the ages or is there like a platinum age too?" izuku grins, you're so interested in what he has to say he can't help it. "wait was is all might's quirk again? he's like strong right? that's his quirk."

izuku pauses for a second before barking out a laugh. you pout and glare at him feigned annoyance. 'she's so adorable and ditzy. i need to speak to her again.'

you constantly praise him, not just for hero work either, and ever single time it makes his entire face red. it doesn't matter that you've been dating for four years now and izuku's brought an engagement ring, he still gets flustered with all the compliments.

people compliment him all the time, it comes with the job, but when you do it it means so much more. " 'zuku you're so brave!" "i don't understand this at all izuku, can you explain it too me? you're the smartest person i know." "you're so pretty." "your hair is so soft." "you're the best hero ever!"

a light sheen of sweat covers your forehead after being manhandled by your boyfriend into the cowgirl position, he loves holding onto your love handles and moving you up and down on his cock, with each bounce your body jiggles. you'll lay in bed with your face buried in his chest as you trace the scars on his arms with your fingertips lightly, "you're so strong izuku." you turn to face him and your chubby cheeks lift as you smile. "i'm so proud of you." his heart skips a beat. he's never loved anyone more than he loves you.

izuku gets possessive of you, he doesn't like people touching you. you're his. before you he never thought he would be jealous or possessive but then you came into his life and he nearly broke the glass of champagne he was holding when he saw todoroki talk to you. he knows todoroki doesn't like you like that, he's liked yaoyorozu since ua but he was too close to you and izuku hated it. his legs moved before he could think, walking up to you both with a forced smile on his face. he wraps his arm around your soft waist, tightly, and kisses your forehead. you smile sweetly at him and lean into his body. izuku brought you home earlier than you thought he would that night, holding onto your thick thigh with one hand while his other hand is on the steering wheel, driving you both home.

his jealous nature was cemented a week after when he saw kaminari talking to you. not just talking to you- flirting with you. if izuku was holding a glass like he was last time he most certainly would of smashed it in anger. you don't even realise what kaminari is doing and izuku knows you don't.

you listen to him talk intently and nod your head, you smile at him and laugh at his jokes. to some people they would think this would be you flirting back but you're not, you're just trying to be nice. kaminari has decided to talk to you and you want to be kind and listen to what he has to say and izuku has really admired that quality about you but right now he wishes you could pick up on the clear signs that kaminari is giving you.

izuku snaps when he sees kaminari look at your cleavage and glance at your body, his eyes lingering on your plush thighs. his voice is strained as he pulls you away from kaminari making some half-arsed, offhanded excuse as he takes you home immediately.

when he saves a small child and he gives them his award winning grin all he can think about afterwards is you. 'who are our kids going to look like? will they have my freckles? or maybe her hair? if they're half as cute as her they'll be the cutest kids ever.' he's already planning their bedrooms and his eyes drift to the baby clothes section at stores.

your boyfriend has the biggest breeding kink known to man and you get reminded of that as he folds your body into a mating press and groans deeply in your ear, "can't wait to see your soft body get softer puppy, promise i'll look after, you won't have to lift a finger." you loudly whine, grabbing hold of his large arms, every thrust causes a loud slapping sound with how wet you are. "you're gonna look so pretty puppy. i'm going to pump you full, make sure you don't spill any for me, just like the good girl you are."

izuku adores you and you feel exactly the same about him.

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hey @bakubunny ,, you said something about me writing for kiri??? idk i can’t remember

dilf! next door neighbor kirishima , who is constantly outside shirtless. whether it be washing his bright red truck, or mowing his lawn, or building a new bookshelf for his house. he’s complete and utter walking sin, long shaggy red hair, and so sweet to everyone that passes by.

he has all the other neighbors along the block drooling over his charisma, always greedily trying to hog his attention. but, he’s even sweeter on you, poking his head over the fence to greet you good morning before his daily jog. it should probably be illegal how short and tight those shorts are he’s wearing, but that’s none of your buisness.

he’s always using harmless pet names that always seem to make you squeeze your thighs just a bit tighter. he’s playful, and he’s all roughed up from years of hero work, so somehow all his words spilled like sweet honey off his tongue.

“that car of yours could use a tune up, sweetheart?”

he’s leaning against the fence, water hose in hand from where he was drenching his small bed of budding tomato plants.

“yeah well, i’ll get to it eventually.” you’d brush it off, shrinking under the gaze of the man.

“and end up on the side of the road? not happening, you bring it over here after work. i’ll take care of it for you.”

it didn’t really sound like he was asking you, so you nod, mouth drying up with words you can’t think to say.

“o-okay. yeah, alright.”

“atta girl.”

here you go lil fruit bats: @neon-gothicc @bookcluberror @kunigamisgirl @dizazter-dragoon @jazzafayesworld @cherriluvs35 @dreamcastgirl99 @pastelbakugou

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?

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?”