Time To Create A Tag For Him Now

time to create a tag for him now😃

i’ve never sent a request i hope this makes sense 😭

reader doesnt feel very pretty so suguru fucks reader in front of a mirror + lots of praise

i love love love your work🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

❤︎ ໋𓈒 geto showing you how pretty you are.

warnings. fem! reader, mirror sēx, reverse cowgirl, praise, body worship, overstim, talking you through it, mdni. tysm <3

“. . . ah ah, something’s wrong, isn’t it?” geto hums softly, two soft hands attached to your waist. his touch was always so gentle—you lean back, feeling him bury inside of you before you pause your pace. he brings a kiss towards the crevice of your neck before speaking in a hushed tone. “my baby’s upset.”

“i’m not,” you inhale a sharp breath, and he doesn’t exactly buy it. although, he doesn’t interrupt your saddened words—he allows for you to finish, giving you nothing but his uninvited attention. it’s a long pause before you sigh. “suguru. can i—can i ask you something? be honest.”

he nips another kiss near your neck, moving a hand towards the inner corners of your physique. “why, of course. i’m listening, sweetheart.”

the words that slowly drag out your throat felt so hard to get out. a lump builds up against your esophagus before you swallow, muttering a soft, “do you . . do you think i’m pretty?”

a smile goes against his lips. “honestly, i think you’re more than pretty,” and you let off a moan once you feel his touch skim down your spine. “every chance i stare at your body, my breath gets stolen,” and then he turns your face to stare right into the mirror. “i want you to see what i see, a gorgeous girl on my lap. stunning, is she not?”

albeit, the moment your eyes reach the mirror, you see nothing but the exact opposite of your reflection.

“. . no,” you mumble, leaning against his bare chest. you hear the faint breaths of geto as he’s still stuffing you full with his shaft. your skin against his felt warm, sweltering hot. for whatever reason, your throat started to become dry like the sahara as you resume to speak. “are you just saying that, sugu?”

“oh, i’d never lie to my pretty girl,” and your heart swoons a bit. his words, so tender—easily warming its way into your heart. as you stare into the mirror with him, he leans in to press gentle kisses all against your skin. the hairs beneath your neck stand up and you inhale another sharp breath. “i love you, and if i have to smother you with millions of compliments for you to see the gorgeous girl that i see, then so be it.”

“s—suguru,” you choke out, leaning into his touch. you were so sensitive, and he feels you start to gradually move again. you were so trapped up into your intrusive thoughts that you forgot how you were just about to release. he was right, you knew that. but something within you was telling you that it simply wasn’t the case. “promise?”

he sneaks a final kiss against the shell of your ear. “my love,” he whispers, a hand softly wrapping around your neck. it’s gentle, the tip of his middle finger strums down your throat before he feels the vibrations collide against his single digit. “you are perfect. even if you think otherwise, you’re perfect for me, i promise,” he murmurs, and you could almost cry. words that you always needed to hear, your heart eases a bit before your knees buckle. “i wish i could make you see how pretty you are for me,” and his free arm slides down between your thighs, feeling against your slick entrance. you whimper, slumping way back against his chest. “and i thought it was your eyes that i get lost in,” he simpers once you meet his gaze in the mirror. “the most precious body i’ve laid my eyes upon, just look at you for a second.”

your hips start to make haste again, and he’s quite thick inside you—you gnaw on your lip, staring at geto from the mirror and he smiles.

“. . . from your curves to your skin to every inch of your body,” he rants, a hand slowly making its way to touch and feel against every part of your skin. such soft pads of his fingertips roam everywhere and you can feel yourself staring to drift into a euphoric state. it was approaching, your inescapable orgasm that left such a warm pool to stir into your abdomen. “mwah,” he kisses near the outline of your jaw. “if i could fall in love with you for the first time again, i would.”

“don’t s-say things like that,” you tremble, feeling him gradually split the inside of your cunt open with his cockhead. it felt so good, like it always does—you were quite tense, your shoulders were at least. but with each kiss that geto gives your body it eases you, sending you into a sweet lewd trance. “s-suguru.”

he chuckles. “but baby,” and he’s teasing now, hearing that familiar kittenish tone residing underneath his low voice. “it’s true. i love you, not just for your body—i love your voice, your scent, your touch, the way you play with my hair,” and he pauses, a mere rough groan escaping his lips. he was right up against your ear before he sighs softly. “i love the way you look every time i praise you, especially. the way your pupils dilate and your lips curve into a subtle smile, it’s so adorable.”

“ . . . ”

“aw, too much?” he snickers.

you lie back, rotating your hips a bit as you grind against him in reverse—slow but steady, your hands grip against his thighs before you whine. so close, your release was at the tip of your tongue. you could almost taste it, the taste of your sweetly bitter climax steadily approaching itself.

“i- i love you too,” you mumble with quivering lips, breathy pants shortly following your dialogue. “t-thank you, sugu.”

“don’t thank me,” he whispers, bringing both hands towards your waist for about the nth time now. he runs his fingers up before its at your hips, guiding your movements before he grunts himself. “stare at yourself with me. i want you to see what a pretty girl looks like when she’s about to cum.”

you almost moan from his words alone, you felt so hot — not just from his touch, but the way he spoke to you too. if it was anything suguru geto was good at, it was praising you to your heart’s content.

the more you rode him, staring at your reflection through the mirror with him propped up right behind you—you started to see what he was seeing. perhaps his words were getting through to you, a soft satisfied noise departs from your lips and he pulls you closer. “easy, that’s it. stare at me in the mirror the whole time,” and he kisses your neck again—leaving a trail of his invisible smooches. “i got you, i got you,” and your whines grow a bit more louder. he’s hitting you deep, your head slightly spins before the grip on his thigh tightens. “just make a mess on me ‘n i’ll clean it all up. i’ll do anything for you, sweetheart. even if it’s a little messy, heh.”

a tiny smile tugs against your lips at his comment before you feel the sudden ache underneath your thighs. him talking you through it all in that sly soothing voice, you felt as if you were on cloud nine—the tenderness of geto’s words had your heart feening for more, for more of his love and affection.

“she’s so breathtaking,” he gently cups your chin, staring you right in the eyes—you glance at geto, beads of sweat racing down both sides of his forehead. he was pretty too, his hair was pinned up but a few strands poked out and merely shielded his eyes. every time he looked at you, it was like he was falling more and more in love. a thumb of his plays against your lip before he hums, “my woman. my gorgeous woman.”

the moment you reach your climax, it comes at full speed—you moan loudly, feeling your pussy transmit into a full crazed spasm. your thighs quaver and tremor, and you briefly bite down on your tongue. “. . . s-suguruu,” you whimper out, such sweet candied moans ripping out your throat. he intertwined his fingers with yours his as you rode it out. your hips, sliding back and forth against him still before eventually it comes to a halt. your eyelids became heavy as you lie back, a few strands of geto’s hair tickling against your skin. “f-fuckkk.”

“shhh. breathe for me, baby,” he soft mutters, watching as your twitching body slowly calms itself down after a while. everything felt hot. with your mouth was open, spit-glossed lips parted, you listen. breath after breath gets slower, focusing on your patterns before he kisses the top of your forehead. “good girl, the best girl.”

after a while— it goes silent, you sit there— still siting on his lap with his cock all inside of you before you exhale lowly. “how do we feel now? better?”

you puff out a soft sigh. “a- a little.”

“hey, that’s progress, sweetheart,” he gently coos against your ear. geto smiles once he notices you’re still holding onto his hand. your fingers lock against his before he gives you a little head pat. “sleepy?”

“no.”

it’s a long silence and he tilts his head with an eyebrow raise through the mirror and you pout.

“okay, just a little sleepy,” and you turn around, making him pull out before facing him directly. geto gazes into your eyes before a sheepish grin forms on his face once you kiss the corner of his mouth. “i know i already said it but i love you, sugu.”

“i love you,” he replies, leaning to kiss the top of your forehead for the umpteenth time. “so much more. now let’s get the pretty girl some rest. i’ll even sing you a song to help those eyes close..”

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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real

farmer boys are the best boys because they’re usually big and beefy and strong and their hearts are fat just like their cocks are

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

HELPPP he’s SO MAD

I love the headcanon that Izuku doesn't remember the river scene.

My mom and i came up with the dialog.

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?”