your friendly neighborhood ghoulfriend

Deku's first day on the job is going great

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it’s izuku’s birthday! it’s my obligation to write him something 🙂‍↔️ so here’s a lil treat while i work on the other fics i have planned for him. they just might not make it in time for his day!!

cw: father! izu, established relationship / family

His phone barely had time to ring before Izuku was answering it with a grin. There was a moment of buffering before your face cleared up on the screen, a finger pressed to your lips to warn him to be quiet for a second. The camera flipped to show off you and his two year old sound asleep, snuggled up on his side of the bed no doubt. She always took it the hardest when he went on drawn out missions— when he left in general. Izuku wouldn’t blame her though, his own heart was tugging at the sight of dried tears and the sound of her soft and steady breaths. When the camera flipped back to you, he got the chance to drink you in better. He took in your sleepiness, but also the mischief twinkling in your eyes. You padded through the house, making distance between you and the sleeping tot before starting a light hum in the tune of the ‘happy bithday’ song, while he chuckled lightly at your gesture.

It was an odd time where you were, but on his end, it was midnight. Of course you’d call just in time to wish him a happy birthday. It was the first one he had to spend alone in awhile, and he wouldn’t lie and say he was handling it well. There were many perks and joys of being a hero, but missing out of family time was more than inevitable.

“How’s it going over there, birthday boy?” you asked softly, now leaning against the countertop in the kitchen. He knew you were analyzing him as well, eyes scanning him for new bruises and injuries. He probably looked exactly like the stress he was going though, hair damp from a late shower, dark circles blooming from a sleep schedule that was crazier than an on-call surgeon’s.

“Tiring, honestly, but seeing you two makes up for it.”

“You should be home for your birthday, I had a whole thing planned,” a theatrical groan left your soft lips, a sound he felt in his core.

“We can do whatever plans and surprises you had in place as soon as I get home. How are my favorite girls?”

There was a pause before you spoke again, “Aika misses you to bits, of course, but she settles as long as I give her something that smells like you.”

“Mmm, I’ll make sure to call back a little later to say hello when she’s up. How about you, baby?”

You smile gently, “I’m good, but truth be told I’ve been keeping a secret from you.”

He raised an eyebrow, face unreadable but he urged you to go on, “Is everything alright?” Izuku couldn’t control the festering worry in his gut.

He could see you reaching for something off screen, “depends on your reaction,” was all you said before bringing something white onto the screen.

Three slender sticks, all of them reading positive. His eyes widened just a bit, and in perfect Izuku fashion his bottom lip began to tremble, tears welling against his lash line.

“Really?” was all he said, a bright smile splitting his face as you nodded rapidly.

“I was going to wait until you got home to tell you, but I was too excited,” you laugh, cheeks warm as your nerves evaporate at a positive reaction. It’s not that you expected a bad reaction, Izuku was a family man by design, but anxiety was a hell of a hindrance.

“No no— I’m so glad you told me. I’m so..overjoyed,” he chuckled, rubbing at his eyes, “I love you so much, thank you.”

“I love you too, ‘Zu. And thank me? For what, silly?”

“Giving us the opportunity to expand our family once again.”

This time it was you sniffling, “hurry up and get home you big sap.”

Playing "punish the villain" roleplay in bed with Kirishima and Izuku goes sideways when they're both balls deep inside you and start arguing whether All Might or Crimson Riot has the most saves.

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This isn't the thing, just something that popped in my head @dcsiremc

There's a little talk show where the wives of Pro Hero go to talk about their husbands. Today, they have Deku, Ground Zero, and Shoto's wives.

Ground Zero's wife is just as explosive as him, immediately going into a rant about how Katsuki refuses to do the dishes since he cooks every night. She spends five minutes on this. Shoto's wife just generally dislikes how unavailable Shoto sometimes is.

You, Deku's (beautiful and obviously pregnant) wife, realize this show is just for wives to complain. You have no complaints. At all. Well.. except one.

"Izuku carries me to and from the car. He's been doing it since I found out I was pregnant. He says not to strain myself but I can walk.. and last night, he tried to feed me..."

Of course, everyone stares at you because getting carried around and fed by their husbands sounds like a dream. Izuku, of course, watches that episode almost religiously because watching his pretty wife talk about how much he loves her only makes him more in love.

Starr coming back with a real banger 🫣 woof!

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.”

Had me shivering at “yeah you do” 😮‍💨

rain on birthdays... | m. izuku

cw: this one's a lil sad sorry guys, absent fathers and the trauma it brings (izu's dad to be specific), father! izuku. saw a video that hit a little too close to home so..haha

tiny feet tucked into bright red rubber boots ran haphazardly through various puddles. the boy, freshly eight, hopped up and down in each small body of water, kicking up water onto his overalls until they were soaked and dirtied with mud. bright emerald eyes peered upward through thick lashes, giggling as the rain chilled his rosy cheeks and glued his curly fringe to his forehead. it always seemed to rain on izuku's birthday like clockwork, but it was okay, he loved the rain. with rain came puddles and mud, frogs and worms, rainbows after it was all said and done. the boy stopped his splashing at the sound of his mother's sweet call from the porch, she stood with a phone raise in the air. it was his birthday after all, he was due for a very special phone call. his heart hammered in his chest, feet barely letting the rest of him catch up as he started a sprint towards the woman that birthed him. she ushered him into the house, glad to have him in now that it seemed the storm was starting to pick up.

the inside of the house was warm and welcoming, the smell of sweet cake billowed through the house, balloons blown up by inko scattered the floor, superhero decorations seemed to wallpaper the walls. through all the excitement and bright colors, his eyes were glued to the screen of his mother's cell. a tiny box with an illuminated screen greeted him, his tiny fingers gripped the device almost too tightly as he tried not to let it slip from his wet hands.

"hi papa!" he all but screamed into the phone as he shoved it to his ear, shooing his mother away when she tried to hover. there was a look on her face that he was still too young to place, but she only nodded and left him be. he watched the woman ease into the kitchen, far enough for his conversation to be private, but still close enough for her to see him from where she would be icing his cake.

"happy birthday, sport," his dad hummed into the phone, voice tired and bored, "how's it feel to be six?"

the boy's head cocked to the side at the question before laughing, "i'm eight. almost double digits soon, just two more years. oh and i'm taller too, and mom says she thinks i'm going to out grow her because none of my clothes fit and-"

the man let izuku babble, he always did. the child was the one who led these conversations but he didn't seem to mind. there was a whistle sometimes when he spoke, air flowing straight through the front tooth he lost three days ago. he made sure to update his father on that too. he talked for maybe an hour, his dad humming along when he could. izu was sat cutely on the step by the door where shoes were meant to be taken off, admiring the etchings on the wall that showed how many inches he had grown and he wondered if his dad was a tall man. he couldn't remember. sometimes at night he’d close his eyes really tight and try to paint the man’s picture in his head, but that was a difficult task too since there were no longer pictures of him on the walls. he wondered if maybe his mom and dad were a little mad at each other. he wished they’d make up already.

"papa?"

"yeah, kid?"

"are you still coming to visit? it's just me and mama today...i tried to ask my friend kacchan to come but, his mom said he has the flu." there was a pout on izuku's lips, his tiny fingers crossing in hope in his lap. he had on his lucky all might socks, his lucky penny in his pocket, and he had wished on eyelashes, wishing wells, and a shooting star. this had to be the day, right?

"not this time, i'm tied up right now. let's try for next year, okay?"

maybe he should have blown out his candles sooner. one more wish might have helped.

"but you said that last year...," izuku tried not to let it bum him out and instead offered another solution, "maybe christmas then? it's only july right now."

"we'll see. no need thinking too far in the future," his dad gave an awkward cough, "i have to go. hope you like the present i sent ya."

......

"mama..?" your daughter pulled on the hem of your shirt, making you glance down from where you were icing your husband's cake. she took after the man a lot, pretty green curls, light scatter of freckles, inquisitive as ever.

"yes, my love."

her finger pointed towards the glass sliding door that led to the back porch where izuku currently sat, "why's daddy out in the storm?"

you had to catch yourself from letting your face drop, you didn't think she was quite old enough for that conversation. how do you explain to your five year old that her father hated his birthdays? it was the one day of the year where it seemed to physically hurt him to smile big enough for his dimples to show.

“maybe he’s a little lonely, we’ve been spending so much time together decorating. i think he misses you,” you boop the tip of her nose with icing, smiling as the kitchen filled with a chorus of her giggles.

“i’ll go put on rain clothes, mama!” she stated plainly, starting a shaky run for the front of the house where her rain gear was.

“do you want mommy’s help?!” you called after her.

“i can do it! i’m five and a half.”

you shook your head but chose not to fight her on it, instead you shared a look at the older woman before you that held your other toddler on her knee. inko was as beautiful as ever, her long jade hair pulled back with a clip, silvery strands spilling out here and there.

“they grow up so fast,” she teased, but there was a look on her face that she was hiding well. regret.

“yes, they do.” not too long after that came the patter of your daughter’s feet in her bright pink and purple, Pinky themed rain boots and her Froppy themed raincoat and umbrella. her obsession with heroes was already peaking, even if most of them were her aunts and uncles.

her hands yanked at the sliding door, pulling it with all her might before turning around and slamming it closed. izuku looked up from where he was thumbing at the watch around his wrist. it was old and didn’t tick anymore, a gift from his father from when he had turn eight. an adult calculator watch. it was the last thing he had ever received besides post cards and sometimes text messages that lacked feeling, but even those stopped when he hit seventeen. aika made her way over, fiddling with her umbrella until it shot open, using both her hands to hold it over her father’s head. he was wearing a raincoat of his own, but he was still pretty soaked, his feet hanging through the bars of the porch railing. the wood was still a bit unfinished from where he had been building from scratch, but it was still impressive.

“angel, why’re you out here?” he asked gently, tugging the umbrella from her hands when she sat down, holding it over her head instead.

“you looked sad.”

he gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, patting the top of her head, “daddy’s fine. you don’t have to worry about me.”

aika didn’t seem to buy it, crawling into his lap and hugging around his middle. he supposed even kids could recognize sniffles and red rimmed eyes. he held her close, grateful for her tiny presence. why wouldn’t someone want their kid around, kids in his case, it always cheered him up a bit to know that he created life. his daughter was so smart, maybe a bit empathetic in nature, she always seemed to be around when he was down. it was like she could feel it.

“it’s okay to be sad, papa.”

izu chuckled, “using me and your mama’s words against me now?”

she only nodded into his chest as he placed a kiss to her temple.

“we need to get you inside, wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.”

“can we say happy words first?” big brown eyes were gazing back up at him as if he hung the moon and he couldn’t help but melt just a bit at the sight. happy words was something izuku and you had started doing for the kids when they were upset or stressed, it was just verbal affirmation but aika took to it really fast.

“alright, princess. three each, you start.”

she thought for a moment, humming, “i love my hair.”

izu nodded, “very pretty hair you have, just like your mommy,” he paused to think, “i love being a hero.”

“i loveeeee how smart i am!”

“that’s a good one, you’re almost smarter than me. let’s see,” he tapped his chin, “i love that i’m strong.”

“i love having the best daddy in the whole wide world.”

izuku felt his eyes welling with tears again, setting down the umbrella in favor of wrapping his large arms around her in an embrace, “and i love you. with all my heart.”

their moment was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming opened, “what the hell are you two doing out here?! hah? showering?”

aika wriggled free from izu’s grasp, giggling in delight at the sight of katsuki in the doorway, “ ‘suki!,” she cheered, but the blonde only flicked her playfully in the forehead.

“go find something dry to put on, you look like a damn tadpole.”

the little girl kicked off her shoes, bolting through the house to her room, trailing water in her wake. izuku went to enter the house as well but bakugou placed a hand on his chest to halt him.

“you good?,” wild crimson eyes searching izu’s, he knew him pretty well.

“yeah,” the greenette nodded only to be pulled into a hug by the blonde.

“happy birthday, dipshit.”

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these boots WEREN’T made for walking | m. izuku

cw: father! izu, reader and izu have two kids.

-reader and a pair of uncomfortable boots she begged for. if you all have seen friends, it’s based on that one time monica bought those expensive ass boots she could barely walk in lmao

“you’re not going to wear them,” izuku stated plainly, mouth forming a thin line as you held up a flashy pair of high heeled boots, much too tall for what you usually wear.

“am too. they can go with that dress i just got,” you smiled proudly, turning to scan the different sizes to accommodate for your own feet.

“that dress, yes, and what else?”

you paused your hand on one of the boxes, pursing your lips to think for a second but you were drawing serious blanks. you knew better than to look his way since he was probably raising those thick eyebrows of his, giving you that damned knowing look that always made you cave.

“what do you know about fashion anyway, deku?,” you huffed, squealing in victory when you saw they indeed had your size in stock.

it wasn’t that money was an issue, even if the boots were a whopping four hundred and fifty dollars, plus tax, but he knew you well. every time you got fancy shoes you wore them about two times max before chucking them somewhere in the depths of the closet to never again be seen with as a matching set. even you not wearing them wasn’t his biggest concern, you always chose shoes that hurt your feet, gave you horrible blisters and aches. it was a sad sight to say the least when he caught you limping around in his peripheral.

“i know that by the end of the night in those, you’re gonna be pouting for me to give you a piggy back ride because your feet hurt.”

“nope, you’re wrong,” you were busying yourself with pulling one of the boots onto your foot, zipping it up the calf and gaping in awe at the way it sucked you in like a glove, “these are extremely comfortable. i love them…god if i could marry a shoe.”

izu held up his hands in surrender, not that he was going to fight long on the topic of giving you whatever your heart desired. he aimed to please, liked watching you smile.

he had to give you your props, almost every day you had managed a way to worm your new boots into your outfits. you were stubborn, sometimes enough to even best kacchan, and you were determined to prove you could milk the money’s worth out of these boots. izu chose to pick his battles, even when he came home from a tiring day of hero work just to see you vacuuming the living room in heels. it was cute, really, how hard you tried to make your point, and he let it play out without rebuttal. truth of the matter is, you were starting to hit your peak, heels burning and ankles aching from the amount of times you had twisted them from tripping when your husband wasn’t around. you’d hate for the bastard to be right, he was always so smug when he was. so you put on brave faces and strutted around in your prize, until you were out of eye sight so you could wince in peace.

there were bruises forming on the knuckles of your toes, cramps taunting your soles every time you flexed your feet too graciously. it was getting about that time for these death traps to hit the back of your closet. you just hated the idea of giving izuku the satisfaction of his win, that and you didn’t want to put his hard earned money to waste. it was a constant nag in the back of your brain. you knew he’d never tell you no (not really anyway) and he had spoiled you heavily with the fruits of his labor from the moment the currency started pouring in. it was why you couldn’t help but ask for things, and he wanted you to have everything, even if he teased you about it being a ridiculous purchase. but anxiety was still a bitch. you had to show these shoes love, it was like- in your mind- being extra grateful for his generosity.

your final straw was a long walk in the park. foolishly you had slipped on the horrid boots, they went well with your attire. izu warned against it, told you it sounded like a dumb idea when you were going to have to chase your three year old down, but you only shut him up with a kiss, giving him a twirl to show off your outfit. park days were rare, but when the family could get a chance to go out, izu pushed for it. he hated extended periods of time away from you and the two little ones, aika and a beautiful baby boy, nix. he wished he never had to leave or at least that he could shrink his perfect pack and put them in his pocket for safe keeping.

it was nice outside, the coos of spring rolling in, flowers blooming and spreading their plumes of pollen into the air. you were taking a well needed rest on a bench, shaded by the bright green rooftop of a gazebo. your feet were screaming from the confines of your shoes, but you bit back complaints as you pushed the two seater stroller back and forth. your son was sleeping soundly, tiny fists clutching onto his teether for dear life. just a few feet ahead on the playground, your tall tree of a husband was pushing at your daughters back, sending her way higher than you would have liked on the swing set. the little one seemed to love it though, screaming in delight as perfect green curls flowed in the wind. she enjoyed his strength and his supernatural abilities, it only meant getting to be spun around or pushed high into the sky in a rickety swing set, a height many three year olds would probably have a fit at. though maybe it was just her love and admiration for her papa, she knew even at a young age, he’d never let her fall. nothing was scary when izuku was around.

perceptive as ever, izu cast you a look as if he could feel you staring. he greeted you with a dimpled grin and a wave to which you giggled. he was such a dork and it always amazed you how easily that switch could flip when he was in the midst of battle.

when aika grew tired of all the playground had to offer and was clipped into her side of the stroller, already dozing off and quiet, you and izu marked it time to head home. except, the long way home seemed like a hike through hell now that your feet were throbbing and swollen, still, you stood from the bench your thighs were glued to, outwardly whining. you stumbled slightly, catching ahold of your husband’s bicep with a huff.

“love, just take off the boots already.” his voice was stern, guiding you to sit back down, kneeling before you like a knight off duty.

you pouted, “i’m fine, ‘zu, let’s just go-“

“y/n. now.” he patted his thigh for your heel to be kicked up on, using his ‘father voice’ no less.

you did as told with each foot, watching as he careful undid the boots, sliding them off and tossing them into the stroller pouch. you slumped in relief, cool air from outside feeling so nice on your clammy skin. he sucked his teeth in disappointment at the sight of your battle scars, shaking his head at your stubbornness.

“i can’t walk home barefoot, babe.”

he gave a slight turn, offering his back to you, “don’t be dense. i’ll carry you home. hop on.”

it was probably a sight to see to others that the number one hero was walking the length of the sidewalk with a double stroller to his front and his wife clinging to his back like a feral koala. you had you face nuzzled in his neck, taking in the honeyed pine scent of his shampoo, legs wrapped snugly around his waist. he wasn’t even struggling, or breaking a sweat for that matter, just walking as if he was carrying nothing more than a backpack. another marvel of his strength.

“you know,” he started, voice vibrating through you, “i was only giving you a hard time about the shoes. i didn’t actually expect you to wear them so much.”

you absentmindedly toyed with the small chain around his neck, it seemed almost dainty on him, but it was so beautiful with the way your named was carved in cursive on the base.

“i didn’t want them to go to waste…you paid so much for them.” you didn’t mean to sound so dejected, but it was the truth, “i wanted you to know i actually do appreciate all you do.”

he chuckled softly, “silly girl. i know you do. just the way you should know i love gifting you things. i can’t think of a better use of my money.”

“still. it was an awful lot for a pair of boots.”

“baby. if i could, i’d buy you the whole milky way wrapped in a silk bow, even if it meant you would only look at it once. your happiness is the only repayment i need.”

your ears heated from his words, unable to respond. you chose to tighten your arms around him. so he continued to speak.

“gifts, money, hell- i’d give you every organ i have in me. nothing i do is transactional. you’re worth every penny.”

“you’re such a sap.” you choke out, cursing your hormones for the tears brimming your eyes.

“by association. i think that makes you a sap too, yes?”

“no. no just you, broccoli top. just you.”

you were totally a sap when it came to izuku midoriya.

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StarrDoriya proving once more that they are the perfect couple and made for each other 😤

cw: f!reader, reader wears glasses, facials n cumshots, this is self indulgent izuku filth ૮>ﻌ < აﾉ”

izuku didn’t know exactly what it was that drove him so crazy about your glasses. it was something so cute about the way they constantly slipped to the tip over your round nose. he’d never get enough of the way you pushed them up without a second thought, so much so it was basically a nervous tic. he liked the bigger frames best, those cartoonish, coke-rimmed glasses that made your eyes all wide and doe like. you were precious, but the imagery always made his cock twitch in his pants. it was embarrassing, the way his body behaved like that of a teenager, but he wanted to do nothing more than paint your face.

….

he gets his way soon enough, when you’re down on your knees, nuzzling your soft lips against his slippery cock that was lubed up with frothy bubbles of saliva. you were a fucking masterpiece as you spread the mess against your cheeks, your nose..your glasses. his tip kept hitting against the frames, smudging them, pushing them up for you like your own dainty fingers usually would. your hand lifted to pluck them from your nose but he stopped you just as your messy mascara came into view.

“leave them…”

your pretty eyebrows knitted together as his palm went to hold at the back of your head. his other hand, much larger than your own, took ahold of his own shaft, pumping himself like he normally did when he was close. a wanton groan left his lips at the sight of your confusion, god you looked so fucking innocent like this. he had to ruin it, had to dirty that pristine picture. nothing showed a doll was well loved better than when it was a wreck, well used and utterly destroyed.

“i want to paint this pretty face, you’ll l-let me won’t you? you’ll be so good for me, huh?”

and you were never one to deny him and his freckled cheeks, nodding dumbly along with his gentle coercion. his grip tightened in your hair as he tilted your head back, held you in place to take his load. it didn’t take long with the view of your smeared tinted gloss, the wetness of your lashes all clumped and spider-liked with makeup. he came at the sight of your tongue rolling out in invitation, his a grunt he shot thick white ropes of cum against your frames, your face, your tongue. and when he finished wringing his cock dry, he spread his seed along your glasses while you panted and keened.

“there’s my girl, prettier than any picasso…give me a smile won’t you?”

how could you say no?

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@neon-gothicc speaking of facials n glasses. got reminded of this again

Oooh yes this not so oldie but still so goodie 😩

Ahhhh the ending is so cute 😭💚 he’s such a dork

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| cw: bf! izuku, f! reader, suggestive, dry humping |

“spar with me.”

there’s an amused snort from where izuku is doing his cool down stretches, heels digging into the mat as he leans forward to touch his toes, his eyes peering over to you from the space below his arm.

“you’re cute,” was his response, sending a pout to your glossy lips.

you both were outside, autumn sun warming your skin as the cool breeze blew around you. it was a pretty spot amongst the trees of a park, an abandoned one that no one came to anymore except for izuku, katsuki, and now you. normally the guys came here to train, to work out surrounded by fresh air and the calls of nature. it was just you and him today, you winning yourself a front row ticket to your boyfriend sweaty and active by batting your lashes just before he was about to leave the door. and now here you were, trying your puppy eyes again.

“oh come on, zu’. spar with me! you and suki do all the time,” your butt was planted on a large rock, a boulder really, your legs swinging from where they fell over the edge.

“kacchan can take a beating from me, you’re a little less durable. no offense, it just wouldn’t be fair.”

you rolled your eyes, tilting your face to the sun and blowing out a bored whistle, “i’ve taken a few good beatings from you and suki, mister midoriya.”

you murmured the joke, more to yourself than him, but still when you met his eye again, he was glaring at you. it was that beloved look you put on his face often, the ‘don’t start’ look.

“you know what i mean. besides, i have to hound you to go to those self defense classes, why do you want to fight with me so bad now?” his eyebrows were knitting together, pressing you worse than a journalist on a deadline.

“not really fight…wrestle is a better word.”

admittedly, you could care less about fighting him, or even winning for that matter, you just want to get a chance to get pinned to the sage green mat he had rolled out on the grass. any excuse to have those worn hands touch you, or to be wrapped in those solid, brick-like biceps, you’d take. you wanted him to toss you around a little bit, it was fun. and maybe he was following your gaze and how it was memorizing the curves of his muscles and noting down each freckle embedded in his tanned skin, each scar, but understanding washed his face as well as a knowing grin.

“c’mere,” he curled a finger at you, moving up to his knees, resting on the heels of his tennis shoes making his massive thighs flex outwardly. his thighs would put a rabbit to shame, you thought with how it looked like he could spring six feet in the air if he so chose to.

though satisfied, you couldn’t help but feel you won that battle too easy, it was never a good sign when he just willingly agreed to your antics. once your feet touched the edge of the mat, he was guiding you to your knees by your hand.

“all fours, pretty girl. i’m not sparring with your on cold muscles, gotta stretch you out a bit.”

he sent you a dimpled, boyish smile as your hands hit the mat, your face warming as he moved to kneel behind you. a large, warm hand eased over your back and up your spine until it settled between your shoulder blades. with a light force, he nudged you downward until your chest neared the ground. the shape your body was curved in was awfully awkward, but soon izuku's other hand was tapping one of your biceps.

"reach those arms forward...nice big stretch." his words were firm, humming in approval when your hands slid up the mat, in turn pushing your ass higher in the air and letting your tits touch the ground. izu's hand never left your back, while his other was now locking around your wrists, pinning them together in one palm. Your eyes glued to the sight, a soft exhale leaving your mouth parted in awe.

with the way he was now leaning over you, it pushed his pelvis right up against your ass, in turn letting you feel where he was supporting a half chub in his athletic shorts. you realized your mistake now with the way he gave one nice rut against your clothed sex, making you gasp out with wide eyes. even though no one would take this trail, or at least you hoped, the embarrassment of the exposure was reeling. it made your head spin. had your boyfriend no shame? He chuckled at the reactions you thought were minuscule, but of course he noticed.

“deep breaths, honey.”

you sucked in a heavy breath through your nose, letting it circle through your lungs for a count of four, then blowing it out through your mouth.

“i want you to break free from this..should be easy enough, i’m only holding your wrists.” his grip on your wrists was tightening like a mechanized lock, his body was heavy on you as he draped over your form. he almost seemed immobile which made ‘easy enough’ a pure lie.

“what happened to warming up-“

“this is still the warm up. you’ve got about a minute to move me, if you fail…i’m afraid i’ll have to stretch you out a different way then.”

there was a darkness in his tone that almost dared you to have any misbelief, but even with an experimental struggle against him, he seemed to restrict that much more. he was like a sly snake, coiled around it’s prey. you had lost before you started.

“ this isn’t fair,” your whine became a flustered huff as he rutted into your clothed cunt again, both of your clothes shuffling together as he made friction against where you were hot and pulsing.

his teeth grazed your ear lobe, you can feel the smirk spreading, “oh baby, i tried telling you this wasn’t fair,” he was purring near your ear, “but kacchan gets stuck in a hold just like this. though, he’s not dumb enough to let me put him in it willingly.”

you gave another hopeless attempt to break free, his incessant dry humping making it that much harder and in the end, you dropped your knees to slide flat onto your stomach, giving your back some grace from it’s sinful arch. you head was spinning from getting what you wanted, to be pinned down, but now all your mind could think about was how empty you felt, how full you could be. majority of his body weight rested on you, a beast resting on your back, your arms still locked straight out in front of you.

“throwing in the towel already, puppy? i’ve seen gazelles put up more of a fight than this.”

“izu this is impossible- you’re heavy!”

he smelled so good, something earthy mixed in with his natural musk, he felt even better against you, even if it was a little harder to breathe with him laying on you this way.

“so you give up?”

you made a noise of hesitation before nodding, “i give..”

“guess i can resume..stretching you out then,” he gave your ass a harsh smack once he sat up, “go ahead and hike those hip back up.”

…i’ll let you guys decide what he stretches out next 👀

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I love seeing how the full story plays out after a preview 😩

This was so. So 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫