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🌊 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

izuku midoriya nsfw headcanons; fem! reader (aged-up)

warnings: nsfw, switch! izuku, p in v

⋮ ⌗ ┆˚₊‧꒰ა 🐚 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

⋆ izuku is definitely a switch, he can be dominant but also so submissive. he can be begging for you to let him cum, or he'll make you beg— and he loved hearing you beg. begging for his cock, for his touch. it makes him almost a bit shy, having his pretty girlfriend at the mercy of his touch.

⋆ he loves it when you ride him!! the way your tight pussy is sucking him makes his head spin. your ass jiggles with every bounce, and he'll be moaning and whimpering in response. he's so vocal too— "yes, yes. fuck, so good.. hah.. god.." all while he's throwing his head back in pure ecstacy.

⋆ him coming home after a long day of hero work, and he's so tired and exhausted— but seeing you in the kitchen he cannot help but bend you over the marble counter. pumping his cock lazily into you as he holds your head down gently, "thank you so much, i needed this so bad, fuck.."

⋆ morning sex!! you can feel his hard abs against your back as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, he'll rub your clit softly as he rocks into you. he just loves you so much!!

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I have plans to write a time travel AU where the origin trio goes back in time and kidnaps younger Deku before the time traveling villain can and there's lots of shenanigans, but I started it before the end of the series so I have to rethink it now that I have all the facts so please accept these humble concept doodles in the meantime

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My selfshipp as Odysseus and Penelope from EPIC: The Musical. 🥺🩷

Kahqksls, i love them. 😫🩷

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My fanchild whit Izu 🩷🥺✨

His name is Hikari Midoriya uvu

I love him so mUcH. And yes, i'm not dead, i just procastinate 😩

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Shouto gets hero suit updates very frequently

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oral (f), izuku bein a perv

you know that izuku is nervous.

his knees gave it away, how much they bounced and buckled from your touches. he knew that it was that special time of the month— the week before your period, and he knew he wasnt safe from you. he loved it in a way, expanding himself.

and be honestly could use it, him being a pro hero and running so so hot.

“fuah— fuuuckk, babydoll.” he groans with you in his mouth, lolling out his tongue to lick up your arousal. “taste so goood..” he praises, hands resting on your thighs to squeeze when he felt his pent up need boiling. he wanted to shove his dick in, thinking about that one time you have his colors on and had a green barbell in your nipple. that one time you had gotten the color of his tip painted on your nails.

that one time he had you swallow his come, and you went on a interview like nothing even happened.

“want you so bad, doll..” he whines, spitting his thick, warm spit onto your throbbing folds and a thick middle ring finger combo starts to fuck into you. “can i do this? you want it?”

“use me as you see fit, sir.” you mewl, your mind gone blank and you didnt care what came next— as long as you can get your orgasm and he slapped his big, heavy cock on you, you were fine.

‘sir’ is what gets him, small ways of his authority, possession was what ran him heated. youd think that with the number four hero— dynamight, but it was flopped. “cant say such things without thinking, ma..” he reminds, a growl leaving his mouth as he sucks on your clit. “you want it?” he asks again, making sure you see him shake his hard cock through his suit. you nod, feeling his tongue lick up to your neck and he softly smack your cheek— “you want this thick shit inside you?” he asks again, irritated with your response but he presses his cock against your thigh.

“yes, sir.” you sigh, feeling his teeth tug at your pierced nipples, reaching up to lick at your lips. “make me take it.”

he stares at you for a moment, and before you knew it, he was already ten strokes in, those so fucking slow ones.

all your melted brain can remember is you both moaning when it slips in, he watching it sink away into the plush pussy— his plush pussy, the one you carried with with each day, and he huffs a “fuckin.. godd—“ when he bottoms out.

“—ukuuu!!” you squeal, the back of your thighs shaking and burning from his meaner ones, all his eyes could focus on was the creamy, sloppy pussy he was entranced by.

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Thinking ab ruining izukus orgasm

You're laying behind him back against the headboard as he lays his back against your chest, his head lifted and faced towards you as little mewls leave his slightly gaped mouth. He moans into your neck occasionally gently kissing it as you use one of your hands to tweak with his nipple being as gentle as possible as you flick them and squeeze them causing his thick and muscly thighs to tense below you. He legs were spread wide open as you had had him in his boxers, slightly pulled low enough for his fat cock to peak out. Your other hand stroking him off, using your thumb to massage the sensitive spot below his cock head. You hear a particularly needy whine leave your lover and look down to see him looking up at you with those big needy eyes of his, you smile to yourself and lean down to kiss him he was quick to capture your lips and try to get his tongue to invade your mouth, moaning while bringing his much larger hand to the side of your check and gently holding it and attempting to deepen the kiss. As you continued your movements you felt the way his dick started heavily twitching inside of your hand, you quickened your emotions around his cock and pinched his nipples quite hardly causing him to squeak and slightly jolt up into you. You then let go of his cock, poor thing desperate to cum, rubbing his lower toned abdomen slowly as you kept the kiss going. He whined in the kiss eyes fluttering while his hips slowly lifted in the air desperate to have his aching reddened and twitching cock touched. You kept fiddling with his nipples and letting him take over the kiss, his tongue swirling with yours making spit leak down his chin with the messy kissing, you pulled away slightly to whimper in his ear,

“ good boy.”

Within an instant he came, but not like he wished he could. His cock began jolting up and down his normally intensified orgasm nullified by the lack of touch, he was whining and bucking his hips into the air as cum dripped down his cock leaking from his sensitive tip. There was normally just so much, he always got that good and intense feeling after you've made him cum. You just had to go and ruin it! Izuku never understood why you enjoyed making him suffer like this, cock still full of cum and he could very much still feel that heavy feeling- the need to cum. All you've done is just made him even more sexually frustrated! Now he's going to need more and you're just sitting here teasing him. What's worse is he's letting you, he's letting you shive your tongue down his throat and tease his overly sensitive body. Poor thing :((

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I absolutely love it when in fanfics they make shouto so utterly in love with izuku like-

'Shouto would burn down the world if Midoriya asked nicely. Or rudely. He wasn't partial to any tone of voice Midoriya used.'

it's genuinely the funniest thing ever

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⊹₊⋆˚｡⋆ 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎

“when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” -harry burns, when harry met sally (1989)

⤷ teacher!izuku x pro-hero!reader

⤷ loosely based off the proposal scene in “about time” aka one of my fav romcoms ever, kind of spoilers for mha ending but not really??? no warnings just soft izuku fluff :)

normally, after a patrol runs as long and late as this one, you can’t form a single thought other than crawling into bed and sleeping for the next century. 

your tired body aches as you unlock the door, shuffling down the hall and discarding your hero costume in a trail on the floor as you go. 

you’re nearly asleep by the time you get to the bedroom, but the sight that awaits you makes your heart squeeze with joy. 

izuku is there, sprawled out on the bed like he is every night. the comforter is half-fallen off him to expose his beautiful muscular back, he’s clutching onto a pillow (your pillow actually), and his pajama pants are riding up one leg. it’s no different from any other night, but for a reason you can’t quite place you are absolutely overcome with love for him. 

“psst, izu,” you whisper through a smile, padding over to the bed. 

“izuku, wake up,” you whisper, giving him a gentle shake as you perch on the bed next to him. he’s snoring like a banshee, the sound nearly shaking the headboard. you can feel its reverb  in his entire body. he’s utterly unresponsive, the poor thing. teaching is not for the weak. 

you shake him some more, until he finally shows some sign of life. he makes a sleepy noise, eyes still shut as he reaches out for you with limp hands. 

“come to bed,” he moans, voice taking on that adorable whiny tone you love so much. 

“in a minute,” you murmur, sweeping his green bangs away from his face as his arms wind around your waist. “i gotta ask you something, ‘kay?”

“baby,” he starts, patient as a saint even when his voice is heavy with sleep. “not that i don’t love you and want to spend every second with you, but i’ve gotta be in up in, like, three hours.”

“its important,” you insist, “like, really, really important.”

“can’t it be important in the morning?”

“izuku, will you marry me?”

that wakes him right up. 

he stares up at you with those big, green eyes. “are you serious?”

“one hundred percent. i know it’s late and everything, but i was just thinking about it and of course you don’t have to answer right now but i—“

“yes.”

“izu, i—”

“yes.”

“you don’t have—”

“i want to marry you! there’s nothing i’ve ever wanted more than this, i promise.” he says it in a rush of breath, pushing himself up into a sitting position. “c’mere.”

he’s beaming as he pulls you in, strong arms wrapped tightly around you. he presses kiss after kiss to your cheeks as you laugh softly, squeezing him as tight as you can. 

“are you sure?”

“‘course i am. there’s no one else i’d rather partner with in this life.”

“just this life?” you tease, squeezing his cheeks between your palms. izuku’s eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles at you. 

“in every life, honey.”

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First time writing, forgive me if any of this is silly.~•*

New girl ~ Izuku Midoriya x f!reader .~•*

Izuku really had no idea what to think when he first saw you. You were different looking, not in a bad way! But you weren’t Japanese, and it was obvious.

Your demeanor, looks, the way you dressed when you were in the dorms with the rest of the class- it was just so…different.

He was a bit too shy to approach you, which made sense for the boy. It’s not like he couldn’t make friends- no that wasn’t the problem. He’d just never seen anyone of your nationality in person.

He wondered what your country was like, what you were like. From what he’d observed, you were loud and straightforward. You didn’t beat around the bush and were hard working.

Izuku was necessarily obsessed but he did tend to doodle you in his notebook, then silently cringing how pathetic he felt. He was very critical of himself, and wondered how you’d feel about him taking notes over you like you were some lecture.

At one point, you’d walked passed his desk, stopping once you saw the page. It had a drawing of you, with your chin in your palm and your hair cascading down and framing your face beautifully.

“Woah! That’s pretty good,” You commented as you peeped over his shoulder. Poor Izuku wasn’t expecting the suddenness of your presence, and slammed his notebook closed.

“Ohmygosh-“ He squeaked out with rosy red cheeks, his body stiff like he’d been caught doing something scandalous. You however, found his tense demeanor endearing.

You waved him off “meh, don’ worry ‘bout it,” you assured with a warm grin “‘ts not a problem, really. I think you captured my eyes really well.”

Izuku was stunned by hearing your accent. It was so warm and made heat creep up to his ears. He smiled a little and tucked his hair behind his ear, his wild curls shaping his face.

“You think so?” He asked sheepishly, to which you nodded and reached into your bag. You grabbed a black book with stickers on both the front and back, flipping it open.

“Yeah, it looks awesome. It’s cool to see someone else who likes art in class,” you said with a smile, feeling slight excitement bubble up. You placed your own sketchbook on his desk.

Izuku gasped as he looked down at your art. You had several drawings of characters from your favorite anime on the page in pencil. He practically lit up “you watch anime too!? That’s so cool! You really captured the features well! I love the freckles-“

He suddenly paused and blushed “ah-sorry-“ he said as he scratched the back of his neck, pulling his nose from your sketchbook. You simply smiled, “don’ apologize” you chuckled a little and pulled a chair up to his desk.

“Do you have more art in that sketchbook?” You asked. Little did you know, Izuku was more than ready to start gushing over the art he had in his book and the anime he liked.

He was a bit hesitant before he got to know you, but he soon realized-

-He was in deep with this new girl, he just knew it.

Hiyaaaa! Thanks for reading, I’ve never posted on tumblr before, but I like to write and figured this would be a good start. We love needy Izuku 💚

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BY THE BOOK : MIDORIYA IZUKU X READER

SUMMARY: When your pro hero boyfriend comes home to find you studying, he suddenly takes a great interest in helping out. You find his methods... questionable. TAGS/WARNINGS: nsft, hysterical literature (reading out loud while sexually stimulated), pro hero deku, deku still has ofa, support tech grad student reader, slight intelligence kink, gn + afab reader, cunnilingus, established relationship, aged up characters, fluff (3k) NOTES: Hi guys! I have been in survival mode as of late and the writing has been slow going; my sincerest apologies for how long it’s taking me to burn down my @ficsforgaza backlog. But I finally had the time & energy on my hands this weekend to work on this one and I had such a blast!! I hope I’m not too rusty—and if I am, I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it regardless lol. Love you and thank you always for your patience. Happy Holidays!!

Sometimes, you thought you could tell your boyfriend was near, even before you heard his key in the lock.

It was something to do with his power, you’d always suspected—as a support engineer unduly interested in other people’s capabilities, you’d spent hundreds of hours turning it over in your head. It was the unnatural immensity of other people’s powers, you thought, pulling and coiling just beneath the surface of Izuku’s skin. In close proximity, after prolonged use, its presence felt like a shiver up the back of your neck.

You felt the barest hint of it now, an unsettled feeling creeping into the marrow of your bones, and you sat up on the couch just as you heard the scratch of Izuku’s keys at the door.

One For All fit cleanly into Izuku’s own unwavering intensity somehow, like the last piece of his puzzle. Though one would certainly never think so looking at him as he spilled through the door, pink-cheeked from the cold, all bright eyes, sweetly angelic features, and a riot of wild green curls. He looked windswept from the biting winter breeze. He also looked too kind to be carrying the sort of power he did—too sweet and eager and lovely.

“Look what the wind blew in,” you grinned at him over the back of the couch, after assessing he was well. Your eyes tracked the sinuous movement of those broad shoulders as he yanked his mouthguard over his head, the flex and pull of his bicep as he hung it beside the door. He was moving without pause, no sign of injury or muscle strain , and his suit was intact. Ordinarily you didn’t mind if there was a bit of shredding about the abs as long as he came back to you whole and hale, but in the winter you didn’t like him wandering about risking the chance of frostbite.

Your heart fluttered when Izuku returned your smile with one of his own, so beautiful and bright, chasing away the cold he’d tracked in like a warm sliver of sun.

“Lots of small, easy fights today?” You guessed, judging from his intact suit but clear whiff of power about him.

Izuku scrubbed a hand through that riot of curls, exposing the reddened shell of a cold ear. “I only had to use blackwhip a couple of times,” he said as he shouldered the door closed behind him, the muscle of his thighs flexing enticingly as he stepped out of his boots.

You gestured at the pot of soup you’d left warming on the stove, and the veritable pile of crusty bread beside it. Warmth and carbs, exactly what you would have wanted if you were a pro hero fresh off a long day of patrolling in the snow.

Izuku’s eyes fixed on it with an obliging amount of interest, and he almost tripped over himself in the genkan in his haste to get to the kitchen. “I love you,” you heard him say, muffled through a mouthful of bread, heard the clatter of the silverware drawer and a bowl being placed on the counter.

You smiled and turned back to the book in your lap, a particularly dry, knotty text on robotic imitation learning that had had your eyes drifting closed for the better part of an hour. It was the last you’d need to get through for your Wearable Technologies graduate course, and something you were deeply interested in incorporating into your design practice. You could train a piece of equipment on how an individual pro hero moved and deployed their quirk, and use predictive modeling to deploy assistance functionalities within milliseconds if you got it right—such as immediate cooling in pro hero Shouto’s temperature vest the moment he ignited an arm.

The implementation was going to be so cool—but the theory was so mind numbing.

You felt the couch sink in beside your feet, and Izuku peered interestedly at the title in your lap.

“Introduction to Robotic Imitation Learning,” he echoed, and you could hear the note of excitement in his voice. You suppressed a fond smile, knowing he was already thinking through the same applications you had—he was just as much of a nerd as you were.

“Introduction to Snoozing and Napping,” you grumbled, turning back to your page. “There are only so many words on the Kalman filter framework a brain can handle before the human mind shuts itself down.”

Izuku hummed in interest around a spoonful of soup, propping himself up against your leg. The exterior of his suit was still cool from the outside, and he groaned with relief from the warmth of your skin, even as you hissed at the chill.

You knew he wanted you to go on, so you generalized for him. “It’s an algorithm used for robotic motion planning—you not only take measurements of the thing you want to model but you account for uncertainties to predict the probability that something is going to happen.”

Izuku nodded, taking another spoonful of soup, gesturing for you to go on.

You summoned up the willpower to explain joint probability distribution, pleased when Izuku easily managed to follow—he’d always been a quick study, especially of anything that could be employed in the service of heroics. You’d long thought if he hadn’t been gifted his quirk, he would be an insane support engineer.

He managed to finish his entire bowl of soup in the time it took you to explain, and housed another two slices of buttered bread with the sort of alacrity you’d only ever seen in pro heroes and professional athletes, making you smile while you spoke.

His spoon clinked softly against the edge of the bowl as he set them aside on the coffee table, and he hooked his chin over your knees as you finished explaining. In the setting sun from your windows he looked especially lovely, the kind, angular planes of his face brushed in gold, softening the spots of his freckles.

His eyes were especially bright, the way they always were when something in particular had caught his interest, and he smiled at you again over the tops of your knee caps.

“I admire how smart you are,” he told you, in the simple, straightforward way he always gave out compliments. It was like a shot to the heart every time, and you could feel your face warm with the praise even after years of receiving similar compliments.

You reflexively flapped a dismissive hand. “Not smart enough to have internalized it all! I have mostly been falling asleep to it,” you promised him.

He tilted his head, a green curl falling into his eyes. “I know you won’t have a problem when you’re awake.”

You shifted your legs with embarrassment, and a long fingered hand came up to cup the front of your thigh, as Izuku turned more fully towards you. You could feel the warm, hard planes of his chest against your shins, the line of his jumpsuit’s zipper pressing insistently just below your knee.

“Gotta try to impress you somehow,” you joked, your skin prickling as Izuku’s fingers absent-mindedly drew a pattern across your thigh. You could feel the heat of his hand through the thin material of the leggings you’d lounged around in all day, the chill finally chased away from his skin now that he’d come inside and warmed up.

“You do impress me,” he said in his soft, gentle tone. Which made your cheeks and nose burn hotter.

You knew you did, and the steady faith Izuku had in the people around him was one of your favorite things about him. It still made you feel like a middle schooler with a crush to think about, though, the intensity of your feelings too much for one body to handle.

“I will study hard to live up to your faith in me,” you promised, unable to help the goofy smile you knew you were giving him.

Izuku’s chin shifted against the tops of your knees, and he pressed his mouth to the knob of your left one, leaving a smiling kiss. “Tell me more?” he asked, fingers still sliding softly over your thigh.

“I’ll read it to you as I go, then,” you said, turning back to the brick of a tome, propping it up more firmly on your stomach as you adjusted yourself against the couch arm. Izuku’s eyes watched you over the top of the pages, that emerald gaze tracking your face closely.

“‘The algorithm works via a two-phase process: a prediction phase and an update phase’,” you began, trying to turn your attention away from Izuku and back to the text. “‘In the prediction phase, the Kalman filter produces estimates of the current state variables, including their uncertainties. Once the outcome of the next measurement (necessarily corrupted with some error, including random noise) is observed, these estimates are updated using a weighted average, with more weight given to estimates with greater certainty.’”

Izuku’s long fingers traced firmer lines across your thighs, almost like he was taking notes. He layered another kiss along the line of your knee, eyes glittering at you as you read.

“‘The algorithm is recursive,’” you continued, “‘It can operate in real time, using only the present input measurements and the state calculated previously and its uncertainty matrix; no additional past information is required.’”

You almost jumped as Izuku’s mouth trailed lower, into the space between your knees, leaving kisses along your inner thigh. His fingers gently pulled one thigh away to make space for him in between, and you cleared your throat, trying to return to the text at hand.

“‘Optimality of Kalman filtering assumes that errors have a normal–that is, Gaussian–distribution,’” you read on. “‘The following assumptions are made about random processes: Physical random phenomena may be thought of as due to primary random sources exciting dynamic systems. The primary sources are assumed to be independent gaussian random processes with zero mean; the dynamic systems will be linear.’”

Izuku let out a soft breath, insinuating himself further between your thighs. Your own breath came out a little uneven as he bent over you, mouth tracking dangerously towards the inseam of your leggings.

You paused, but Izuku fixed you with a look of his slightly-darkened eyes. “Please—keep reading,” he said, his tone a little lower than it had been a minute ago.

You swallowed in shocked understanding, skin tingling. You felt yourself nod, as Izuku’s fingers strayed to the waist of your pants, dipping below the band.

You let him slowly peel your leggings down, your underwear with them, adjusting as needed to make it easy for him, even as you tried to return your attention to your textbook.

“‘Regardless of Gaussianity, however, if the process and measurement covariances are known, then the Kalman filter is the best possible linear estimator in the minimum mean-square-error sense,’” you quoted, nearly squeaking when Izuku pressed his mouth to your hip, his curls tickling the skin of your belly. His hands gripped either side of your thighs, palms square and rough against your skin, and you tried not to shiver with the feeling.

“Um—‘Although there may be better nonlinear estimators’,” you said, then nearly jumped out of your skin when Izuku pressed his mouth to the core of you, only the strength of his grip stopping you from accidentally kicking him in surprise.

“Oh my g—uh! It—um—‘It is a common misconception perpetuated in the literature that the Kalman filter cannot be rigorously applied unless all noise processes are assumed to be Gaussian,’” you managed, before your cut off into a groan as Izuku layered a hot, sweet kiss over you, tongue dipping carefully between your folds. “Ah-–Izuku—”

Izuku petted a thumb gently over the top of your thigh to show he was listening, even as he swiped his tongue over you again, a long, firm stroke that had your thighs flexing in his hold. He laved over your clit, sucking ever so slightly, and your grip almost tore the edge of your textbooks as it tightened.

“Keep going,” he urged briefly, then did it again, punching a groan out of you.

“Extensions—oh—‘Extensions and generalizations of the method have also been developed, such as the extended Kalman filter and the unscented Kalman filter which work on nonlinear systems,’” you read on, voice shooting up nearly into a squeal when two of Izuku’s long, firm fingers pressed into you, as his mouth moved over you again.

“Ah! Oh my god—the—um, the basis—-” you said, breath growing short. Izuku’s fingers unerringly found the spot inside you that made you twist in his grip with the ease of long practice, and his jaw worked as he kissed you so shockingly filthily. You could feel something already starting to build up behind your navel, a fluttery lightness, an insatiable insistence on more.

“‘The basis a hidden Markov model—oh, fuck—such that the state space of the latent variables is continuous and all latent and observed variables have–ah!--Gaussian distributions,’’’ you recited, your voice tripping up further into a register that sounded more like begging than reading.

Izuku’s fingers worked you, long and thick and perfect inside you, as his tongue drew unrelenting circles around your clit. Stars seemed to spark in your vision, and your eyes squeezed shut, losing your place on the page as your hips flexed into his face. You felt suddenly very floaty and lightheaded, and not at all in a position to keep going.

Still, you tried to refocus your attention.

“‘K–Kalman filtering has been used successfully in—oh—multi-sensor fusion—ah, ah!--and distributed sensor networks–fuck, please, Izuku—to develop distributed or consensus Kalman f-filtering,’” you said, your tone nearly a cry.

Izuku groaned softly, sucking gently as his fingers curled inside you. It made your veins spark under your skin, your legs shaking in Izuku’s hands. You abandoned your grip on your book to seize the arm of the couch, clawing desperately at the fabric.

“Please, Izuku,” you cried, hips bucking towards his mouth.

The book tumbled off your stomach but you hardly noticed, gaze refocusing on the way his eyelashes fluttered as he licked you. His fingers played gently within you, a maddening press that was simultaneously too much and not enough, and his other hand came up to slide under your sweater, plucking gently at your nipple.

You lost yourself to the feeling—caught between the mind-melting curl of his fingers, the delicate suction of his mouth, and the careful pinch of your nipple. A delicious heat curled through you, waves of unbearable pleasure, and you could hear yourself babbling nonsense—garbled syllables of Izuku’s name, and every entreaty you could think of, a hundred thousands mores and oh pleases.

Izuku abandoned your nipple to pull you more firmly against him with a strong arm curled under your thigh, pressing you even harder into his mouth.

You muffled a scream in the sleeve of your sweater as he sucked you harder, tongue laving over you in loving strokes. Only his terrible strength held you down as you writhed beneath him, and then his fingers twisted in a way that had your vision whiting out—and you were suddenly thrown out over the edge of your pleasure.

Izuku licked you through it as you squirmed and begged and cried out his name, your climax seeming to last for eons.

You were panting hard when you finally slumped into the cushions of your couch, the ceiling seeming to swim in and out of focus before your eyes. When you gained enough control of your body again you looked down at Izuku, finding him watching you with a satisfied, almost shy curl to his mouth.

“You’re beautiful,” he told you, emerald gaze glittering with sincerity. “You’re so smart.”

Impossibly you felt your heart swell with even more love for him, and you seized his shoulder, dragging him up over you so you could kiss his mouth. The taste of yourself on him was embarrassing yet thrilling, and you petted a pleased hand through Izuku’s wild mess of curls as you kissed him.

“Well you are amazing,” you told him, swiping a thumb over his cheek fondly, smoothing over his freckles. A gorgeous watercolor of pink washed over his cheeks and nose at the proclamation, and you could hear his fingers flex in the cushion beside your head.

The sight of him flushed and waiting over you like another small something inside of you, like a pilot light, and you let your mouth pull into a wry grin.

“I hope you know I learned nothing though,” you said casually, your plan for your next steps already forming in your head. You let a hand trail carefully down Izuku’s flank, tracking towards his waist. “I think maybe I might need a few rounds for it to really sink in.”

Izuku’s ears went red against the green of his hair, and you felt your smile widen. “Maybe you could read it to me this time?” you asked, guiding him to roll under you, retrieving your book from the floor as you did so.

You settled yourself on the tops of Izuku’s thighs, feeling the hard press of him against your core, as you placed your textbook into his waiting hands.

Izuku’s answering smile was all the permission you needed. You directed him to start from the beginning of the chapter, and he did so in that soft, lilting tone of his you so loved. And then your fingers trailed up to the zipper at his collar.

It was time to return the favor—wholeheartedly.

REFERENCES: Kalman Filtering (Wikipedia) I took the passages our Reader recited from here because I do not actually understand Kalman filtering at all and could not organically come up with feasible text for her to read through. Sorry in advance to the author of this page lol.

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Assumptions...

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whew boy do I have a fic for you guys go read prince & prince I’ve read it like 5 times now I love it so much GO READ

@kiribakus  I’m sorry this is all over the place I didn’t know what to draw so I just barfed all this up n’ this is just part 1 there’s gonna be more of this mess

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AKJQHWJSLSLSLWJSN AHHH *dies*

MDNI 18+

You've always hesitated to buy a ring for your boyfriend Taiga, despite thinking that he would totally pull the look - I mean, look at the man, silver looks glorious on him. But some part of you felt like nothing could even compare to the ring he wears around his neck, the one gift he could never bring himself to get rid of, no matter what. And fairly enough, you wouldn't dare question his attachment to it.

So how can that silly silver band you've got him compare? Will he even wear it? It's all insecure speculation, rooted in your fear of not being that important to him.

Yet, all these senseless worries are quick to disappear from your mind, and rather easily, at that.

It's not like your mind is in any state of overthink - let alone, thinking - when your boyfriend's dick is all the way down your throat. You can feel the cold metal of the ring you've gifted him against your scalp as his fingers dig into your hair, holding your head in place in absolute fear that you'd ever pull away. What a horrible thing that would be, to strip him away from the heaven that is your mouth. With every caress of your tongue on his sensitive tip, a long hiss draws out of his mouth, making your pussy drip desperately.

Oh fuck, you love him too much.

He pulls away, the half-blissed out glimmer in his eyes making you all the more needy for more. More of his touch, of his gruff voice in the shell of your ear, and of his lips on your burning skin. More of Taiga, always, and more of his grip - something between the roughness that comes from wanting you just that much and the softness that comes from the fear of hurting you.

It's all a haze as he flips you around like a mere rag doll, your glossy eyes staring at him like he's some angelic sight - which he is, in all honesty. Such a gorgeous being, the quintessence of masculinity. The sharp traits of his face, mixed with the softness of his lips that kiss your face and his fingers that intertwine with yours.

"Taiga, you're wearing my ring..." you hum, kissing his phalanges.

"Fuck yeah I am, why wouldn't I?"

The confused scowl on his face is adorable, making you giggle like a girl in love. You hum, shaking your head.

"Nothing."

He smiles, a bit lost but that's okay. He just can't help the twitch in his cock at the sight of you. You're so beautiful, he can't even fathom the fact that he gets to make love to you every other night. He curses the heavens the minute his dick dips inside your pussy. The hold of your walls is god-sent, and the look in your face is even more of a blessing. His thrusts are dictacted by the sweet sounds that come off your lips, dripping to his ears so he can curse the sky for not putting you in his way sooner.

He can come, even, when you take his hand to your throat in a silent plea to choke you. He's hesitant but he knows better than to refuse something you've asked of him. The sparkles in your eyes are worth all the wonders in the world; your strangled moans and the tears welling up at the feeling of the cold silver against the aching skin of your neck.

Shit. You might come sooner than you wish.

You writhe and cry, bed sheets sliding off the mattress but really, it's meaningless. Your cunt gobbles his cock like a feast, your senses overwhelmed by everything that has to do with Taiga Kagami.

His scent. His body. His pace that suits your needs so well. And his finger, adorned with the ring you've gifted him, against your skin.

Oh god, are you nothing but a planet in Taiga's orbit.

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