Coming Back To This

coming back to this

— “FIX UP, TAKE CARE.” + IZUKU MIDORIYA.

author’s note(s): hey besties, ive had this on the brain for a little bit and since we awn midoriya brain rot i thought why not? please enjoy ily

warning(s): smut, MDNI 18+, car sex, tummy bulges, breeding!kink, slight pregnancy!kink, milf fucking and mechanic!izuku, fem!reader.

mechanic!izuku fixes up your car real nice when you break down on the freeway— it’s the least he could do for a pretty thing such as yourself. he asks you a few things, a lot of things, as he works on whats under the hood— tinkering away while you scrape together the last of your cash to pay him.

you’re a teacher, you’ve got kids, newly divorced and were on the way home from grocery shopping so late at night— oh you poor pretty thing.

“‘m sorry,” you say defeated, tears written across galaxy eyes as you hold such a little amount of cash out to him and fuck if your pouty little face doesn’t make deku’s heart ache and his cock twitch between baggy, greasy denim. “this is all i have on me at the moment, i wish there was a better way to repay you.” emerald eyes can’t help but fall to the way you bite your lower lip, twitching with nervousness and rubbing your thighs together to seek warmth in the cold night air.

when deku looks up, only a few crystalline tears have landed on your baby fat cheeks and only then does he realise he’s fucked. that he’s realised how much he wants to make you cry. “don’t worry about it babydoll, i can think of a few ways we can cover it, whaddya say?” he hums, closing in on you like a fox on a lamb, his large hand brushing over your cheek with oil slicked hands, sweetly. and then you give him that gorgeous fucking smile and that’s how he knows he’s got to ruin you for everyone else.

so now you’re pressed up against back seat of your own car, dress flipped up over fleshy thighs thats spread as wide as they can go while izuku pounds into your cunt like nobody’s business. you’re so fucking tight, squeezing the dear life out of his sticky cock, so much so that it makes a lewd, dirty squelching sound every time his hips pull back from between your legs. “gee baby, the way you’re suckin me in, how long’s it been since you got fucked open like this?” midoriya coos, the hand he uses to steady himself on your (now steamy) car window coming down to brush the tears from your lashes, “has nobody been takin’ care of you baby? you’re such a good mommy, must be lookin’ our for so many people...someone outta look after you too right?”

your eyes gloss over at the pattern of his thrusts, in and out, in and out— prodding at your g-spot and cockhead dragging along your silky gummy walls. and then you’re gasping out for air when he pushes your legs up over your shoulders in the cramped space of your car, dick hitting deeper and jus brushing your cervix— so good, just like that.

“y-yes,” babbling lazily, you look to izuku with needy crossed eyes and a tongue that flops out against your puffy strawberry lips. “need s’mone to take care of me— wanna be looked af’ta,”

fuck, aren’t you the cutest little thing ever. his brain is fuzzy, not a thought in his head except for breeding you like you deserve, brain becoming murky as you moan and whimper and cry out for the mechanic like a prayer. izuku’s weighty cock aches inside of you, pressing up against all your sensitive spots while he eases it further into you— if you weren’t so tight he wouldn’t have to pull out so much , but your pretty little cunt is just crying to be stretched open, juices making a sloppy mess of his balls heavy with cum.

your back arches prettily for him, hips lifting off the seats and leaving a dark patch from where your syrupy pussy has stained the leather. the sight makes izuku’s breath hitch, fingers dropping between your bodies to draw smooth circles over your clit— getting you to leak more for him. “you want me to take care of you babydoll?” deku pants, eyes rolling from the feeling of your gooey slit beneath the pass of his fingers. you clamp down as he explores you, sensitive from the new touch and if his self control weren’t any better, he would have emptied inside you right then and there. “how ‘bout i breed this sweet hole of yours, make you a mommy— oh fuck, get you all pregnant ‘n look after you... fix your car, buy your groceries, you’d never have to worry about an’otha thing ever again baby,”

his words are broken up by harsh thrusts into your fluttering heat— he’s so close, you are too, dumbly drinking up everything he says. you plead for the life izuku conjured up in the middle of his sex haze and dig your nails deep into his freckled shoulders. who was he to ruin that dream for you? you were so touch starved and needy, you’d have to call him a villain for not pumping you full of his seed.

“i want it,” you simper, eyes screwing shut as tears sting down your cheeks and ruin your simple makeup. you’re so gorgeous when you’re ruined, a sweet little mommy begging for the basics. “give it to me,”

“yeah, don’chu worry little thing, ‘m gonna give it to you, all of it,” izuku thumbs over your stretch marks, the faded scars on your lower tummy while his cock bulges inside of you— evidence of your labour to bring children into the world. it’s the thought of you being swollen with his own kids that tips him over, warmth spilling into your welcoming walls as his cock pulses with release. you follow with a shout, creaming so much that you force his dick out of your wetness— twitching and drooling so bad you don’t even realise.

a mop of green hair falls lip at your neck, deku pushing his length through your slick folds, head prodding at your clit to draw out your high as you black at out— sticky sounds mingling with your pants and heaves. “that’s it sweet girl, look so good cummin’ on this cock, did so good for me,” he praises you, pressing kisses to your tear stained cheeks and neck.

you whisper little thank you’s as deku pulls out and cleans you up nice enough to send you back to your kids, his heart aches at your pained whimper when your bodies part but it gives him time to admire your raw, leaky cunt as he does. you thank him again when he tells you how to keep your car running properly. you’re so precious, hiding your face from him when you’re standing outside the vehicle again, as if you weren’t begging to be bred inside of it while it shook from the sex.

“come down to my shop, whenever you need this thing fixed, kay?” deku hums, using a forefinger to tilt your head up to his. “or whenever you need someone to take care of you, i’d love to take you on a date sometime.”

your body flushes with heat and you nod eagerly, scribbling your number down fast and telling the mechanic to call you after eight pm, the kids will be asleep by then. izuku parts from you with a sloppy slot of his mouth against yours, he promises to call— he wouldn’t mind fixing up ‘n taking care of a sweet thing like you.

you get it

saw it on twt and I just wanna do it here too!

Reblog with ur taste in men!

doesn’t have to be anime

I like my men depressed (I like them better when they have something to live for too 🥰)

I like when they show their forehead (for yuuji maybe sukuna mode lol), is a sunshine, baby, deserve rest and love, cutest smiles, foreheads, is sweet and gentle, have feral side idk and omfg I wanna suck all of them-

tag (everyone who wants to join can join too!) @downforsanji @stephisokay @anemptypuddingcup @gojo-mochi @acesgf @hauntedhearthowl @milkzoro

just watched this anime, will be purchasing all the mangas.

thinking about itsuomi….

ʚ cont: fem reader, dry humping, praise, he talks you thought it, itsuomi is the greenest flsg, soft soft soft soft

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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you wrapped your legs tighter around Itsuomi’s waist, trying to resist the urge to roll your hips against his crotch as he kissed you, his hands grabbing the sides of your waist, squeezing your skin tighter every so often.

his body felt so hot against yours, making your skin burn even hotter with desire. he kissed you slowly, passionately, making you really feel every inch of his lips against yours. your chest touched his every time you inhaled, trying to keep your breaths quiet and devoid of whimpers that so desperately wanted to escape.

you hadn’t noticed, too consumed in focusing on the silver haired man’s lips, but you had been squirming against him for a while now, too aroused and overwhelmed with how good this all felt. itsuomi pulled back from your lips, his lidded eyes taking over your face, your lips parted and swollen from the kiss, eyes cloudy, as you looked at him patiently, waiting for his next move.

“do you want to stop?” he asked, his voice coming out soft as he tipped his head at you. you felt your face heat up, never having had someone be so gentle with you before. you shook your head, squeezing your legs around his to emphasize your words.

“okay,” he responded, a barely there smile cracking the corner of his lips before he leaned his face back down. you expected to feel his lips on yours again, but you were instead met with the plushness of his lips on your neck, softly kissing right over your pulse point.

you were unable to hold back the gasp that left your lips, your hand immediately coming up to press against your mouth, a preventative measure to make sure no more embarrassing sounds left your lips. itsuomi pulled back for a moment, his lips just grazing your skin before he spoke, “You don’t have to hold back your voice, same goes for your hips.” he said, exposing you.

you felt a rush of heat burn your face, making you tip your head in the direction opposite from him. “I want to make you feel good, if you need to move, move. I’ll do it with you if you’re too shy, okay?” he said sweetly, pressing another kiss to your pulse point.

Itsuomi watched from the crook of your neck as your eyebrows pinched together before you nodded shyly, your hand pulling back from your mouth, slowly dropping back down onto his shoulder.

you allowed yourself to relax against him when you felt his kisses on your neck turn to sucks, his warm, wet tongue caressing your skin between his lips. you were met with the shallow, slow thrust of his hips against yours, making you gasp again, a sound you tried not to feel too embarrassed about since Itsuomi had told you to let go.

he experimentally thrust against you again, a bit harder this time, making you suck a breath in between your teeth. “feels good?” he whispered between sucks against your neck. “mhm..” you responded quietly, feeling that same familiar throbbing intensify between your thighs.

itsuomi picked up his pace a bit, finding a rhythm as he rutted his hips against yours. you could feel something prominent and hard pressing right against your cunt, making you feel dizzy. you knew what that feeling was. just knowing Itsuomi was as aroused as you were was driving you crazy.

“move your hips back against me, you can do it.” he encouraged, one of his hands sliding down your waist and landing on your hip. his fingers curled behind your lower back as he pulled your hips against him, helping you out.

he released a breathy moan against your neck when you gave in and let yourself move against him, humping your cunt on his crotch when he rubbed himself into you. “just like that.” he praised, picking his head up from the crook of your neck.

you looked like you were being fucked for real, your jaw open as whimpers steadily fell out as his hard boner rubbed against your clothed clit, eyes fluttering in your head, eyebrows scrunched together.

you hummed against his lips when he connected them once more, the kiss a little needier now as he pulled your leg over his hip, making you wrap your legs around his back. you felt yourself gush when his tongue poked against your lips, asking for permission. you opened them more against him, letting his warm tongue enter your mouth and tangle with yours.

breathy moans were being pushed out of your mouth and into his by his hips rutting against you, his cock straining in his pants against you making you feel hotter and hotter with each thrust. you did your best to move your tongue with his, but his quickly overpowered yours as he explored every inch of your mouth.

you cracked your eyes open and noticed how red his face looked, even being so close to yours. his eyebrows were pinched together slightly, twitching every so often when he thrust against you, making his cock rub against the inside of his boxers just right.

Itsuomi swore he could feel how hot you were between your thighs through all the layers of fabric. he wanted so badly to just pull down your panties and stretch you open on his fingers while he sucked your clit into his mouth, but he knew he had to be patient.

Itsuomi was shocked out of his little daydream when your body tightened around him, your hips wiggling more and more, begging for friction against your clit. were you close? just from a little dry humping? Itsuomi pressed himself against you and rolled his hips in circles, making his bulge rub your clit around through your clothes, just like he would do with his fingers.

your lips started to slow against his as kissing him back proved to be harder and harder the closer you got to finishing. you tapped repeatedly on his shoulder, trying to get him to let up a bit so you didn’t cum in your pants.

“it’s okay, you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he asked between kisses, not slowing his hips once even as he spoke. “you can cum, i got you.” he whispered, making you head feel fuzzy and warm. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders tighter, bracing yourself.

itsuomi wasn’t quite there yet, but he was alright with edging himself if it meant he got to watch you cum. there would be plenty of times in the future he would be able to cum, he wasn’t greedy.

he watched in awe with a slightly opened mouth as your lips detached from his, your eyes fully falling shut, squeezing together tightly. “there you go, good girl.” he whispered as your body shook against his, your abdomen curling into him as your orgasm hit you.

it felt so fucking good as he worked you through it with his hips, rubbing you just the way you needed with his boner. your gasps and cries as you came were like music to his ears, he could feel himself drip pre cum into his boxers just from listening to you.

when you came down he immediately started pressing kisses to your hot cheeks, his hands brushing the stray hairs from your face. “good job, felt good right?” he asked, smiling at you with that usual smirk of his. you nodded, still a little out of it as you looked away, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

“heh, i know. promise i’ll make you feel that again. over and over, as many times as you want.” he said, his words making your face burn furiously. you nodded and pushed his shoulders away, trying to hide. itsuomi giggled and separated his body from yours, sitting on the side of the bed as he played with your inner thigh.

“cmon, gotta get you cleaned up. i’ll run you a bath.” he said, his head tipping in the direction of the bathroom. you furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at the very obvious boner in his pants. itsuomi caught your gaze and pulled his t-shirt down over his cock, doing little to conceal it. “don’t worry about me, it’ll go down on its own.”

you felt bad he didn’t get to cum, but he seemed adamant in his words. next time, you would be sure to make him cum too. you nodded and let him scoop you into his arms as he walked you to the bathroom.

itsuomi wasn’t worried in the slightest about his little problem. he already planned to take care of it in his room while you soaked in the bath anyways, using the image of you orgasming on him as material to jerk off. the scene replaying over and over in his head on repeat.

i’m soooo sat🧎‍♀️

Praising with daddy Jake like worshipping the ground u walk on💞😩

He kisses down the dip of your back, hand soothing over the sole of your foot.

He loves to do this to you, something you both find so intimately vulnerable and soft. He loves to unravel you by his hand and sew you back together, all in the same touch.

You've come to love and strokes and light trickling traces of his fingers as they dance along your skin. Jake would press a kiss to every inch of your being if possible.

On your hands and knees, you peer over your shoulder to see him bent behind you, pulling the flesh of your ass between his teeth in a guttural moan.

In a moment, he meets your eyes in a flash of amber.

"God, you're so beautiful." He sticks his tongue to the inside of his cheek, pulling away to look at you in full. "Want you to be mine forever."

You hum at the softness of it, sliding your hand back to grab at his. He takes your hand with a rub to your knuckles before dipping down again, kissing up the back of both your thighs and thumbing the skin of your ankle.

You squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back.

"Daddy wants you to know how pretty you are," he rests his cheek to the dip of your lower back, "wants you to know how much he loves you."

You nod, "I love you too, daddy."

Jake leans over your shoulder, dropping your hand to cup your jaw, leading you into a sloppy kiss.

"You're priceless," Jake hums, squeezing your cheeks together, "I love you, sweetheart."

He doesn't let you reply as he pulls back to sit behind you again, moving downwards to press his mouth flush to your cunt. Licking a stripe up the center of your folds, he uses his hands to spread you open slightly.

"What does daddy like about you, baby?" His voice is muffled.

Your head drops between your shoulders, and you sigh through a moan, "everything," you cry.

You can feel him nod into your pussy before you hear him speak, "that's right, sugar." Jake pulls back to hook a finger into your cunt, stroking your inner walls with a delicious stretch. "Now, be a good girl and let daddy take care of you."

kirishima shoots up like a weed during his years at UA and in the years after.

by the time he’s well into his career as a pro hero, he’s taller than all of his friends, taller than most people he knows. (not as tall as fatgum, who’s still a good 45 centimeters above him—but maybe he’s okay with it after seeing how many times fat’s bumped his head on doorframes.)

kirishima’s taller than you. he knows you like the height difference, knows because you like it when he bends down to kiss you, when he puts his arms around you so you’re wrapped up in him. but there’s one downside about your height difference that he doesn’t have the heart to tell you about.

for dates, you spend a lot of time getting ready—doing your makeup, styling your hair, picking out your clothes. he likes to hangout with you as you get ready, admires the skill it takes for you to do all these things to end up looking so nice. he always makes sure to tell you how beautiful you look.

but once you’re both out the door and walking to your destination—he stops being able to see all your hard work.

he can only see the top of your head, really. your shoulders, some.

“sorry,” he tells you once this fact slips out one night as you’re both taking a walk around a park after dinner. he looks at you with worried eyes, biting his lip.

you stare at him for a long moment, blinking rapidly, then slap a hand over your mouth as you burst out laughing.

he’s relieved, if not a little confused, as you move forward to hug him tightly, still laughing.

“if anything, i’m sorry about the view,” you tell him, grinning, looking up into his face.

he shakes his head, saying earnestly, “no, no! the view’s great! the top of your head is very cute. but it’s, like, 5% of you, so! i wish i could see all of you at once, always.”

you snort, smiling. you reach up and grip the front of his shirt, tugging him down towards you gently.

“c’mere, you. only you would call the top of someone’s head cute,” you say, then kiss him.

RAHHHHHH😜

thinking about men who would do pushups with you lying beneath them, so everytime they push down on their arms, their lips brush against yours ♡

"hi," he says out breathlessly, his thin silver chain dangling close to your face.

"hi." you reply out with a small giggle, lying still as if you are about to get mummified.

He lets out a soft breathy sound, "hah..." pushing himself up, your eyes moving to muscles taughtening in his arms.

You’re sort of trapped, with his hands caging parallel to the sides of your face, his legs trapping yours till you almost feel bad how he is controlling his arms from by mistake collapsing upon you.

“You’re making this so difficult for me, pretty.” He says, but doesn’t ask you to move, he’s enjoying this way too much, and he can’t lie, this angle always makes you look gorgeous.

“You’re not complaining.” You hum out, poking his cheek.

“M’not.” He replies, pecking on your lips as he lowers himself down and goes back up.

up. down. *kiss* up. down. *kiss* up. down.

“So spoiled...” He whispers out under his breath before lowering himself down completely, his thighs folded as he leans over you, cradling your head in his arms— your lips collide messily.

“Thinking of another workout now.”

Gojo, Toji, Hanma, Draken, Kakucho, Rindou, Shinichiro, Wakasa, Kuroo, Atsumu , Kageyama, Oikawa, Kaiser, Sae, Rin, Chigiri, Aiku

im sickkkkkk 😣