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kiridarling · 4 years ago

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izuku midoriya | tw!guns, single mom!reader, bouncer!izuku, domestic stuffs, tit sucking, mommy!calling ah, AND daddy!calling oh my, breeding kink, breaking the bed (futon). minors dni!

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“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?”

The alley is dark.

There's a disconcerting feeling as you step deeper into the quiet darkness,

You turn to look at the door you entered this dank place from, but it's just as dark and grimy as the walls. You're almost positive that if you rested a hand against them, it would return pitch black, and if you stood in one spot for more than five minutes, the sticky booze would glue your heels to the floor. You're surprised when it doesn't.

"Hand over your wallet and no one gets hurt, pretty lady."

He's a smarmy looking bastard and as thin as they come. It’s clear this isn’t something he does on the regular, the pointed gun quivering so much you worry a trembling might slip and pull the trigger. And you fucking freeze, blood running below zero and heart plummeting because why you?

And fuck, you’ve got a kid at home with a babysitter, and there are many outcomes to this situation, none of them too cute.

"I said hand it over," he grunts, pressing forwards. Your back hits the grimy brick wall as your eyes dart to the mouth of the alley, where life continues, where cars race past, but no one sees a damn thing. Fuck. Fuck.

And it's not like you have much—hell, you may be a mother, but you know how to party. You squeeze your eyes shut, grip tightening around your purse as you clumsily fumble through it and the man steps closer. You toss all you have to his feet. A fucking twenty. He raises an eyebrow before eyeing your watch. He lets out an unimpressed snort.

"That it?"

You nod, taking a shaky step back.

"Well, that ain't fuckin' enough."

There's a click and you're positive it's him turning off the safety. His face twists like he's about to shoot a bullseye, and you squeeze your eyes as tight as they can go.

Until the looming shadow of the stranger disappears, followed by a sound that's distinctly skin on skin. Er—skin on bone.

You don't watch the fight. Frankly, you don't want to, and you still get to hear your protector spew a litany of curses and disrespectful phrases that should really only come from someone's mother. You don't even open your eyes, still screwed shut with a vice grip around your purse and wallet.

"Um, excuse me Miss? Are you alright?"

Your protector's eyes are much bigger than you expect them to be—and green. You realize you remember seeing those eyes, hardened from across the club.

He's hesitant to touch you, hands rising and falling and rising again. Though you suppose a hug seems like it'd be a little abrasive, it also sounds like the exact kind of thing you need right now.

"U-Um, yeah I'm..." you start, before noticing your attackers body bloodied and wrapped like a pretzel on the ground. "...Fine..."

He sounds like he's going to pass out—he doesn't.

"We should um, we should get you home," As he speaks, the greenette shuffles you out of the alley and into the streetlamp light, blinking himself out of something before holding a meaty hand out of formality. "I'm Izuku by the way. Izuku Midoriya."

For such a big guy, Izuku seems rather timid, and yet, seeing him at the entrance with crossed arms in a black tee and a scowl in the club doesn't give you much insight into his personality. Which makes you wonder why he became the club's bouncer in the first place.

"Um, nice to meet you," you nod, trying to suppress the shake in your hands as you take his. "Y/N."

Izuku smiles at that, and even though you're a regular, you've never actually seen him beam on the job. "Cool! Cool, so...um, I don't really feel comfortable letting you walk home...alone..."

You nod—he panics as if you aren't already on board.

"'Cause it's like, a conscience thing, you know? Like, I really won't be able to sleep tonight otherwise," Izuku defends, shoving a clumsy hand in his green curls. "B-But if you don't feel comfortable with it, or something, that's totally fine! I know what you just experienced was horrible, and you probably do—"

"Izuku."

"Yeah?" He perks up. It seems as if the circuit his mind runs finally comes to a stop.

"I'd...feel more comfortable if you walked me home. Too."

Your innards ache at the stiffness in both your voice and figure, but Izuku doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he beams, standing ten feet taller, and you think—yeah. You'd feel much safer if he did.

"O-Okay! Cool!" He confirms a bit stiff himself, and then, in a smoother motion, holds his hand out to take. "Shall we?"

Your red palm claps over his, and you snort quietly, "We shall."

You two walk in a surprisingly comfortable silence for the beginning of the walk—you lead the way and he silently trails behind, glaring daggers at any passerby with lingering eyes as you march on, unknowing.

"So um, do you come to Club 777 often?"

Which is a question you know he knows the answer to, completely aware you almost come every Saturday. But you smile at his attempt to start a conversation anyways, hands tucking underneath your armpits in search of warmth.

"Yeah, sometimes. Just trying to get out and stuff. Y'know, away from the kid."

"I get that," he nods with a smile, before tugging at the hem of his hoodie. "Oh! Are you cold? Here—wait, let me."

He shucks it over your head and your positive it messes up your hair. But you find that you don't care much, especially in favor of the warmth that it provides.

And then, "You have a kid?"

"Yep," you say, tucking your fists into the jacket pockets. "A big two-year-old potato waits for me back home."

"Oh," Izuku chortles at your description before tucking his hands into his jean pockets too. Licking his lips, his eyes dart to the street, "I...assume your boyfriend watches him for the night? Or husband or whoever."

"Uhm, not quite," you chuckle towards your feet, though it's a touch acrid. Izuku picks up on it immediately.

"Oh I'm so sorr—I didn't kno—"

"It's fine, Izuku really—"

"I—but I shouldn't even be assuming what if you had a wife or girlfriend or—" he takes a second to gasp, and your eyes widen in fear that he'll choke, "—or if they're nonbinary or—"

"Izuku," you knock him on the shoulder and he finally shuts up. "It's fine. I get it all the time."

He falters, but at least he seems to relax. "Really?"

"Yes," you giggle behind a hand, and the greenette smiles at it.

"O-Okay, cool."

Flecks of gold swim in Izuku's green irises and you find yourself noticing them now, suppressing the urge to advance closer for a better look. You stare long enough to watch his smile relax into a comfortable line, but you snap out of it once he kicks a rock, the sound of the gravel skittering across the floor tugging you out of your reverie.

"I'm not very good with kids, y'know," he says as an afterthought. You snort.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean," he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "Like what am I supposed to feed it? French fries?"

"Toddlers aren't it's, Izu." You can't tell if he flushes from the nickname or from what you said, but either way, it's enough to prompt another laugh. "And maybe start with baby food?"

"Ah," Izuku nods, and you guide him in turning a corner. "That would make sense.

"It would."

By the time you stop in front of your red front door, it's almost three am. You figure you caught Izuku right after he got off work, if the cheesy All Might sweatshirt you're wearing is any evidence of that, but either way, he looks like he's about to fall flat on his face.

"You can stay for the night, if you want," you offer, albeit meekly, and Izuku lifts two hands with insistence.

"Oh! No no no please, I'm fine," he shakes his head so quickly his curls bounce in a flurry, and you genuinely worry he's going to pass out when he tries to blink himself awake. "Just...not used to staying up this late is all."

"Then stay," you offer with a shrug, and your orange porch light flickers. "It's the least I can do. I've got a bed and a futon, and I'm fine with sleeping on either."

"I..." Izuku's green eyes flicker towards your door before back to you, "I really shouldn't. I'm a stranger an—"

"And I'm offering."

Izuku's eyebrows fold with the dilemma, but you grab his hand with a tug and a smile, while your free one shoves the keys into the door. "C'mon. Let's get you some rest, yeah?"

You can't tell if Izuku blushes or if it's just the lighting, but either way, his chest inflates in protest before deflating in resignation.

"Okay."

With a smile, you turn the doorknob. Your door has always taken some shoulder to get open, so you don't hesitate in shoving your collarbone into the hardwood. Izuku cringes at the sight.

"Mama!"

Your hit in the legs first, nearly stumbling back with a quiet oof. You look down to see Max wrapped around your legs like you're a fucking jungle gym, grinning with two missing teeth and a bandaid over his nose.

It's three am.

"I'm done," your babysitter grunts. "He doesn't listen when I tell him to bathe, eat, anything—I fucking quit."

And with that, they slam the door behind them, house rattling under the pressure. You sigh. There goes another one. Fuck.

"Well that wasn't very nice," Izuku grumbles under his breath disapprovingly. You smile at the arms crossed over his chest until Max peeks around your legs to see...

"A new daddy?"

"I—no, baby," you fight the embarrassment (and the urge to say you fucking wish) by picking the little one up by his armpits, smiling when he thrusts his hands in the air and goes weee! After he's comfortably cradled in your arms, you say, "He's just staying the night."

"Like daddy did!" Max defends with a giggle before rushing the greenette with open arms. Izuku just looks at you with a shrug before kneeling to take a hug to the chest as Max chants, "New daddy! New daddy!"

And, well. There's no stopping him now.

You peel your heels off your cramping feet and sigh at the fucking freedom, toes uncurling from the scrunched position it feels like they've been holding the entire night. You curse under your breath when you realize since Max is awake you've got to put him to bed too, and honestly, if you knew this babysitter was going to be just as useless as the others, you would've just let Max run fucking free while you lived life for a few hours. Not like that outcome would be any better.

"Alright Maxie, c'mon."

You take him away from his celebration with the greenette and though he pouts, he allows his mother to gather him in her arms.

"Do you um, need help?"

You turn to see Izuku awkwardly shifting in the doorway from the request, hands behind his back with pursed lips. You shake your head.

"Oh no, it's fine. I just have to put him down really quickly and then I'll be—"

"Mama, I'm hungry. I want chicken nuggies." Max loops his arms around your neck and tugs so hard you worry about your bones. You shake your head with a sigh and a pout.

"It's too late for you to be up, bud. You can have chicken nuggies for lunch tomorrow. Sound like a plan?"

But goodness. In this state, it'll take hours for him to relax—and you still have to unfold the futon for Izuku.

Max whines and kicks his legs but doesn't say no, meaning he's not really that hungry, he just wants to stay awake. "But—but what if new daddy's gone in the morning like the last one?"

Fuck.

"Max," you sigh, giving him a light shake so his matching eyes look into you yours. You speak a little softer, "Izuku's not your new daddy, okay? He's a houseguest."

Max's face drops. "Not eve—"

"No, Maxie," you sigh, squeezing him on the shoulder. "Now let's go to bed, okay?"

"I can—I can put him down if you'd like! So you can get into something more comfortable and stuff. I mean, I've never worn a dress but sweats are so much better, you know? Or shorts, or...whatever you wear to sleep."

You understand the many points he's trying to get across, one being that's he's not a creep, just a nice guy, and you suppose you and Max can live in your "new daddy" fantasy for a little longer. Even if you know this one will be gone by morning.

"Um, okay yeah," you say, voice a little thin, before handing your child over to the greenette—who bounces into his arms excitedly. "I'll be back, then? His room is down the hall to the right. The one with the race car bed."

Izuku's eyes narrow as he processes your directions. "Down the hall to the right—okay! I'll just go take this little guy to bed, then."

"Okay, thank you," you nearly bow, because Izuku just saved both of you so much time and he doesn't even understand how. "Oh! And good luck."

"Good...luck?"

"Yep!" You say with a wink and a pat on the back before scooping your heels and booking it back to your bedroom with a cackle. Time to get out of this dress. Fucking finally.

You realize that being alone is much more unsettling when you've had a gun held to your head today.

Every little noise just seems off, like it could belong to something more than it actually does, even the silence; you find yourself shoving your head through your t-shirt abnormally fast, eyes blinking to take a survey of the room to ensure that you're alone. You are. It's fine.

And that's what you tell yourself when you close your eyes to run a wet rag over your face, and again with the dry one. All of a sudden, you don't like the way your bathroom window faces the open backyard nor do you like how dark it is outside. You don't like how big your bed looks, and goddammit, you haven't even gotten into it yet.

Pushing all uneasy thoughts aside, you stumble out of your bedroom with a fresh face and a new outfit, stilling in Max's doorway when the greenette doesn't notice you. Resting against the frame with crossed arms, you smile.

"I do so like green eggs and ham! Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am. You know, when I was a kid I—oh, he's asleep."

Izuku tucks the snoring boy in his lap under the covers with a gentle grin, pulling them underneath his chin. The greenette takes a second, watches Max's chest rise and fall a few times, before ruffling the tuft of hair on his head with a snort, and walking away.

You don't even think Izuku sees you until he practically sashays out the door, winking, "Good luck, huh?"

To say you go red in the face from that is an understatement.

"How do you do this?"

"Do what?" You ask as you pulling the futon in your living room forwards. Izuku yawns before gesturing to the clock with a shake of his head.

"Take care of a kid, and work, and go to a bar every Saturday evening? It's four am, and something tells me you've been up for a while. I'm practically dead and I wake up at one pm every day!"

You chuckle at that, jumping on the bed with your hands and knees to ensure its lays flat...and ensure that it won't make an Izuku sandwich at seven in the morning. "You build up stamina after a while, I guess."

"No shit," he gestures to you as you utilize the entire length of your body to put the sheets on the mattress. He would help, but you told him no, insisting that he'd only make this take longer. "Are you sure you do—"

"Nope," you huff, clapping your hands together. "I'm done."

Izuku blinks at the made bed, to you, to the made bed again, and then back to you with wide eyes.

"Mommy magic."

"I—" you blink towards the ceiling to see if that even makes sense, but you figure fuck it, it's four am, with a snort. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you want to call it."

In reality, you feel like you're about to pass out.

"Um, so I don't really have pj pants and I don't think you'll have any that'll fit, so..."

"Yeah no, I definitely burned all the shit my ex left—"

"Aha okay, cool, um, so just boxers...are fine...?"

He looks down at his black jeans and back to you, raising an eyebrow. You toss a nonchalant shrug in return, and you hate to say it, but your inner school girl goes—dick outline.

"O-Okay, then," Izuku says, and you watch his hands curl around the waistband. "I'm just gonna—"

He shucks his pants so hard they hit the floor, and your eyes widen because...well...looks like he's just gonna do it then.

Until Izuku's hands rush to cover his crotch (which you weren't peeking at, you weren't) and you realize that maybe you should've stepped out of the room or something.

"U-Um—that was fast—"

"I thought—thought you were going to uhm, turn around," he flushes, a funny contrast to the way his muscles fold under that black shirt, and your feet move to turn around like he ordered you to do it.

"Sorry! So sorry," you try to apologize, but now his dick print is burned in your brain, and...it isn't that bad.

"It—It's fine! I'm in the bed now so, you can turn around."

You laugh awkwardly and scuffle to turn, as you do, and Izuku beams at you from the bed with a wave.

"Hi," he says, his lower half-tucked under the covers. You wave back.

"Hi."

Izuku's eyes dart to you living room tv before the come back to you. "So uhm, I guess this is goodnight?"

"Oh right," you perk up at that, hands rubbing the sides of your thighs like there's something on them. "Time to go to bed, right?"

"Uh, yeah!" He nods, chest shuddering before he says, "so uh, sweet dreams?"

You smile tight at the kind gesture, and your hands opt to pull at the hem of your shirt instead, eyes drifting to an old pile of records you haven't regarded in months. "Thanks! You...too?"

Izuku smiles, though his eyes drift, "Yeah..."

You beam back. You figure you should probably go now, or something, until you think of something and slam a fist into your palm. "Oh! Also, I meant to thank you for saving me. I'm not sure if I did that. Did I do that?"

The greenette shrugs, "Uh, I think so?"

"Okay! Okay. Cool," you nod, flashing a tight smile. "Mmk. Night Izuku."

"G'night."

And see, you would move—except it seems as if your feet are glued to the floor and won't move no matter how hard you try, to the point where it feels like your straining and they're going numb, and yet you're still staring at Izuku's pretty fucking face.

"C'mon," he chuckles, scooting over on the futon to make extra space for you. "If you take all day, the beds gonna get cold, and then I'm going to have to crawl into yours like a creep."

"Oh my fucking god," you snort one breath and move to flick off the lights before stumbling through the darkness for the futon. "You're so weird."

"Weird in a good way, I hope," he lifts the blanket and you slide under—and swear your knee grazes his before it's snatched away.

"There's no weird in a bad way," you say once you've settled comfortably, tucking your hands under your head as you lay on your stomach. Izuku mimics your position, though he takes up much more of the blanket, and you find that it drapes over you like a tent over his shoulders. Neither of you close your eyes, for some reason.

"Hi," Izuku whispers.

"Hi," you smile back.

"Okay," he huffs, face twisting in determination, "Now it's goodnight."

"Right," you nod, but your eyes don't close. "Goodnight. Of course."

"Don't let the bedbugs bite," he says with a chuckle, and you can't tell if his eyes flicker to your lips or if you imagine it. Either way, you look them just in case.

"I better not have bedbugs," you snort. "I clean this place like a motherfucker."

Izuku's nose twitches at that with a nod. Moonlight pours into your living room and colors his pale skin silver, though you figure it won't take the sun much longer to color it a strawberry pink. "You really do. It's...different when it's quiet."

"Yeah," you agree, placing your hands on his chest. It shudders under your palms. "Kinda personal, huh?"

"Mhm," he nods, and though his hands wrap around your wrists, they never pull them away. You lift an eyebrow.

"A bad personal?"

Izuku doesn't hesitate, breath nearly ghosting your lips as he says, "Hardly."

"Would you..." now it's your chests turn to shudder, and sliding a hand up to play with his ear, you bite the bullet. "Like to get more personal?"

Izuku's lips melt into a grin against yours, "I'd love to."

His lips are softer than you thought.

Maybe because you assumed all of him was a bumbling mess, including his chapstick application; but they're fucking pillow-soft, and you don't realize how deprived you are until his hold around your body turns from protective to sensual and you melt from his heat.

"Fuck," Izuku huffs between kisses, growling when your grip around his neck tightens. "Watching you from across the club for weeks can do a thing to a guy's patience, you know."

"Oh?" You snort as he presses enthusiastic open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck, hot and wet, and painful once his teeth dig into your collarbone. "A-Ah, Izuku—no marks."

"O-Oh! Sorry," he pulls away, lips red and swollen, and shiny with spit. You smile at the reaction.

"'S okay, Baby," you giggle at the speed to which his muscles go lax, and his eyes droop to your chest when you scratch the back of his head.

"Can I—can I suck your tits?"

He asks so bashfully it's nearly innocent, and you find your eyes dropping to your chest along with his before you're ditching his All Might sweatshirt all together.

"God," Izuku's eyes flutter as he gathers your breasts in both palms, groaning at the sight. "They're fucking perfect."

You shudder as his thumb ghosts a nipple, and Izuku dips an experimental hand under your lacy bra and pinches. Hard.

Your thighs jolt and hands fist the sheets, and a moan comes from the back of your throat before you can stop it. Izuku's hand rocket to cover your mouth.

"Shh—you don't wanna wake him up, do you?"

You shake your head, but it's hard to keep quiet when your nipples are as sensitive as they are. Izuku doesn't seem like he really means that statement, though, lowering his head with a devilish grin as if he knows that for himself.

“Sensitive, Mommy?”

“O-Oh um,” you flush at the nickname, and even more so when his lips close around your nipple and suck. Tangling a hand in his hair, you sigh, “Yeah, a little.”

Izuku hums at that, eyes fluttering to watch you bite your bottom lip in a poor attempt to muffle a moan, hissing as his teeth dig into the hardened bud. He pulls off with a slurp and moves to the other, but not without a few kisses across your chest.

“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?” Izuku nearly growls out before biting into the opposite nipple, and you shudder as he dips a scarred hand down the waistband of your shorts and panties. He chuckles after sliding a finger through your slit. “So wet for me.”

“It—It’s been a second,” you sigh, grip tightening around his shoulders as he slides a finger in. Even Izuku has to bite a lip at your tightness in anticipation, mouth descending over your nipple once more to send frissons of fire up your spine.

“No shit,” he grunts around your nipple, curling his finger. You gasp. “Think I can fit another one in there?”

“Why don’t you try?” You giggle, but it dissipates into nothing but air as he does, his two fingers filling you up enough to elicit a sigh.

“How’s that?” He breathes, face hovering over yours. As your hands coil around his neck, his free one reaches for your inner thigh and pulls it back far enough to give him a better angle as he presses you into the mattress.

“Good, it’s good,” you nod, and your hips start to move on their own, bucking forwards as if there’s any more finger left for you to fuck. (Spoiler: there’s not.)

“Good,” he breathes, eyes going glossy as he watches you writhe under him. You're positive that you're carving painful red lines into his back, but considering the way his eyebrows fold every time you do, makes you wonder if he doesn't mind. "Fuck I can't wait to fuck you—I can fuck you, right?"

"No Izuku, I'm just letting you finger me for fu-u—fuck."

He slides in a third finger and for some reason, it burns a little—but the burn only makes your eyes roll further, and he's stuffing you with a chuckle.

"What was that?"

"I-I—you're not pla—playing very fair," you huff, chest shuddering as he tilts your hips higher for a better angle. You suppress a scream when his fingers curl, jolting forwards at such a speed it makes the futon creak. Izuku tightens his grip around your waist to keep you from going too far.

"No one said anything about being fair, Mommy," he teases, and you whine when he removes his fingers, tapping them against your lips. "C'mon, you gotta get 'em wet so I can fuck you, right?"

You nod at the idea, enjoying the idea of being filled up much more, and coat his fingers to the point where they're dripping when he pulls him out. Izuku's chest rumbles.

"So good for me," he purrs, using your spit to coat his cock before he's sliding his head between your folds—you shiver, grabbing onto his back again. "Ready?"

“Mhm,” you nod, spreading your legs further—though you swear they do that on their own.

“Oh my, you’re um...tight...”

You whimper from the stretch and look between your legs, eyes widening upon seeing that Izuku’s much bigger than you had anticipated. Or had been warned of.

“F-Fuck, I can’t—“

“Shhhh, it’s okay, just a little more, okay?” Izuku nearly whispers into your lips as his hands move to rub your shuddering sides. Your eyes screw shut, “Jus’ a little more, Mommy...”

Izuku pushes deeper and you’re being split in half—because what else could that burn be—but you’ll admit, the feeling of accomplishment you receive once he bottoms out is surreal.

“Good—Good girl,” Izuku’s nearly quivering and plants his hands on both sides of your head with a huff.

“I-Izu,” you whimper as he starts to move, feeling impossibly full no matter how far he pulls out. Izuku shudders, mouth rounding into an ‘o’ when his hips slowly start to gain rhythm, and though it’s loud, you know the creak of the futon is unavoidable. You squeal as his head hammers into your cervix, pulling out a wanton Daddy before you have half a mind to shut the fuck up. You nearly freeze, and yet, all Izuku’s hips do is speed up.

“Yeah? Want me to be your new Daddy?” He moans, and you dig your nails into his back with a nod. The greenette curses at that, biting his bottom lip and his hand drops between your legs to rub at your clit. With thighs seizing around his waist, you slam a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“Fuck—I make you feel that good, Mommy?” Izuku nearly wheezes, eyes suppressing the urge to screw closed, “So good you can’t keep your pretty mouth shut?”

“Y-Yeah, I—“ you gasp when he lifts your hips off the bed for a better angle, hands fisting the sheets. “Harder, Daddy—“

“Oh Mommy, if I go any harder I think I might break this bed,” he says, borderline bashful, but you find yourself saying fuck the bed as your hips buck in search of a feeling he refuses to give you. Izuku’s chuckle strains as he says, “So needy, Mommy. You that needy for my cum?”

Clawing at his back, you try your damnest to stutter out a yes. Izuku chuckles at your desperation before he cuts himself off with a groan, eyes rocketing to where you’re both connected as you tighten around him.

“F-Fill me up, I wanna—“

“You want another baby, Mommy?” Izuku pants, and you’re so close you start to feel a buzz in your thighs, praying he isn’t too far behind. You nod vehemently with a gasp and his lips slide into an exhausted smile, "Fuck, of course you do—and you’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you? All of it.”

Izuku finishes his sentence with a growl, pressing you further into the mattress—it squeaks like a squeaky wheel, and when it thunks a level lower both of you yelp, the back of the futon thumping on your hardwood floor with each thrust.

“Told ya,” Izuku wheezes, eyes scrunching in a chuckle. You return it.

“It—It’s old anyway,” you reply, but your eyebrows fold as quickly as they unfold from the crash. The creaking futon increases in pitch as his hips pick up the pace, “Fuck—fuck Izuku I’m gonna cum.”

“What’s my name?” The greenette challenges, and you find yourself shivering at the dominance he exudes. The finger on your clit disappears and you whine, knowing damn well you can’t cum without it.

“Daddy—Daddy please—“

“Good—fuck, so good for me,” his hand returns to your clit and you sigh at the feeling. As the coil in your gut threatens to snap, his hips speed up, and Izuku pants, “We’re gonna cum together, yeah? Cum with me Mommy, c’mon—“

“Fuck!” You drag red lines down Izuku’s back as you quake under the weight of your orgasm, broken bed whining as Izuku thrusts all his weight into you. Digging his teeth into your shoulder, the greenette cums with a broken moan, hips stuttering into yours for the final time that night.

The room fills with a comfortable silence, minus the panting, and Izuku rolls onto the mattress next to you with a bounce. It creaks, whines, and then drops again, catching both you and the greenette by surprise. (Again.)

“I think—I think we broke it,” Izuku says towards the ceiling as he catches his breath. You giggle at that, hands laid across your sweaty stomach, and turn to him with your head in the pillow.

“Gives me an excuse to buy a new one,” you say with a shrug. Izuku chuckles back.

“I guess,” he teeters his head to both sides. “I can...also pitch in, if you want. Since I broke the thing. Technically.”

His offer sounds apprehensive as if he’s encroaching in your space, as if he hasn’t been all up in your space less than a minute ago. You smile. “I’d like that a lot, actually. Thanks.”

"And um, breakfast? I mean," he snorts, though it seems rather defensive, and his eyes rocket to the ticking clock on your wall. Your eyes follow: five am. "I mean—fuck um, I feel like this might be weird but I think you're cool? Um, yeah, so breakfast, I can make it if you want because you're so busy being motherly and stuff and plus, it's Sunday but again, if you don't wan—"

"Izuku," you giggle, wrapping your arms around his gut with a little squeeze. "Breakfast sounds nice."

The greenette beams and his chest stutters. "O-Okay cool! Cool, cool. Breakfast then?"

You snort, driving your palm into his face to shut him the fuck up. "Goodnight, Izuku."

Izuku giggles, getting the message, and coils his arms around your shoulders to provide a comfort you haven't felt in a very, very long time.

"G'night Mommy."

#— 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 #CLUB 777 #izuku smut #bnha smut #mha smut #midoriya smut

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wienerbarnes · 4 years ago

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Good Head

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 1,039

Warnings: smut! 18+ at the end! pls u must b grown to read sorry

A/N: we all kno bucky is generous

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Relationships are a strange thing, you come to learn. Your modern-day education started with a night with Sharon. The boys were on a mission and it was just you and her at the tower. Which has happened before, but the two of you usually kept to yourselves. Neither of you have anything against the other, but it was just how it worked.

Until one night, Sharon showed up to your room with a bag of snacks and another bag of nail polishes.

So, as the two of you sat on your floor, her toes in your hand and yours in hers, you have to ask,

“Sharon, not that I’m not enjoying myself, but why are you here?”

She proceeds to explain to you that her and her boyfriend had broken and the list of things he did to her. You listen intently, you’ve always been a good listener, but you also can’t necessarily relate to her experience.

You never had that shitty ex-boyfriend or unrequited love - most of your experiences with men came from time you served as a Marine or your time kidnapped under HYDRA. Which, both are too heavy of topics to share with Sharon, especially in regards to some guy who cheated on her.

But, you suspect you’re doing a good job when Sharon tells you, “Thank you for just being here for me, you’re a really good friend and a great listener.”

So you keep listening.

Until one thing specifically catches your attention.

“He didn’t even give good head.”

“Huh?”

Sharon’s expression drops, “Don’t tell me… You’ve never…? Not even once?”

You get shy on her, not meeting her eyes, just focusing on painting the purple color onto her toenails.

The conversation eventually switches to other topics as the two of you enjoy your impromptu sleepover together. But the thought of “good head” stays in your head until you see Bucky again.

…

It’s the day after he gets back. He snuck into your room after phoning Sam and telling him he’d be at the tower in an hour. He had to give his girl a proper greeting first, of course.

The two of you kiss on your bed, your sheets soft under Bucky’s hand as he hovers above you. His tongue slips into your mouth and explores while your hands do some exploring of their own through his hair.

He pulls away from your lips with a wet sound before attaching his lips to your neck, trailing up and down from behind your ear to the curve of your shoulder. While his metal hand holds him up, he slips his hand under your shirt and palms your breast.

This is about as far as the two of you have gotten. Bucky never wanted to push you too far; he never wanted you to feel like you had to do something to please him or do anything that would’ve made you uncomfortable just for him. Not that he’s complaining about kissing you and touching your boobs.

“Hey, Bucky?”

“Mhm,” He hums, and pulls away from your neck to kiss you on the mouth again.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Doll, you could ask me to bring you the moon right now and I’d go out looking for a space suit.” He pants.

“Have you ever given head?”

Not the question he was expecting.

“I… have.” He straddles you to give his arms a break and to sit back a bit to look at you. He can tell you’ve gotten shy in the last ten seconds, so he wants to give you space to feel comfortable.

“Do you like it?”

“I do? Where is this coming from?” He asks.

“Well… I’ve never done it before. Received it, I mean.” You respond timidly.

“Would you like to?”

You glance at him with slightly widened eyes, as though you weren’t expecting him to be so… eager.

“You know you don’t have to be nervous around me, right?” Bucky whispers to you, wanting you to feel comfortable enough around him to tell him what you want and don’t want.

You give a nod before letting out a small sigh, “Yes, Bucky.”

Bucky does love to tease, though, “Yes… what?”

“Yes, I want you to eat me out!” You huff.

“I think I’m gonna need to hear the P-word, doll.”

“...Pussy?”

“No, you sailor, I meant please. Though pussy is a very fitting word for the occasion,” Bucky trails off, before lifting your shirt up to your ribs and places his lips down your belly.

Anticipation builds in your tummy, seeing Bucky kiss is way down to where your legs meet your body.

“I just, uhm, I don’t know, I thought I’d, uh, tell you before you, uh, sense my inexperience for yourself,” You begin to ramble, as Bucky finally reaches the band of your underwear.

You get goosebumps as he slowly peels them from your legs, gently resting his hands on your thighs to spread them apart, shamelessly staring in between your legs.

Bucky’s always loved girls. Women. And their... parts. And he’s enamored of the sight of you, so wet, and he gets an ego boost knowing you’re wet and you’re horny for him and him only.

You continue your rambling as Bucky resumes kissing your stomach, “So, yeah, sorry if I’m not, like, I don’t know - Oh my god.”

Your thoughtless words are cut off by a moan as Bucky finally licks between your thighs.

“Oh, wow.” You continue, not even knowing your voice could moan out like that, sultry and desperate sounding. And it’s hot.

“Good?” Bucky checks.

“Oh, yes. Really, very good. Really, really good.”

Continued wow’s and oh’s and oh, yes please’s and don’t stop’s exit your mouth as Bucky kitten licks you, his warm and wet tongue lapping at your center until drips of saliva coat your lips. A loud Holy shit! a result from him sucking gently at your clit, has to be among his favorite responses.

Your fingers find a comfortable place in his hair as his hands find a comfortable place on your hips so the two of you can hold each other in place.

That night, your curiosity is finally appeased and Bucky has the meal of a lifetime.

#bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes one shot #Bucky Barnes smut #Bucky Barnes fan fiction #marvel #marvel fan fiction #is it hot in here or is it just me #finally some action

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sebongie-loves · 7 years ago

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soulmate!the8

i love reading soulmate!au so here ya go even tho mine sucks

enjoy! < 3

so your soulmate that you have is that you can understand/speak the language your soulmate knows

this is what’s making your parents lose their shit when you said ‘xiao chi’ instead of ‘snack’ when you were a kid

which makes them think “yOU SHOULD LEARN NEW LANGUAGE MY CHILD, FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR FUTURE WITH YOUR SOULMATE”

then you did and you understood the words already so you was like “what am i even doing here”

but the good thing learning it through a private course is that even tho you can understand and speak the language, your pronunciation is not that good

so now, you’re all grown up and excellent at chinese

you’re taking this as an advantage to work overseas since you understood two of the most used languages

you’re working as a photographer since you love talking picture of beautiful object or scenery

one day, you were listening a random song and it is kpop

AND YOU UNDERSTOOD IT WHEN YOU USED TO NOT UNDERSTAND

you think to yourself, ‘damn my soulmate learns korean?????? and pretty good on top of it??’

and day by day, your korean is getting better without needing to study like u can watch k-dramas without subtitles what a blessing

as a well-known photographer, you got lots of offers from around the world and after awhile since you found out your soulmate learn korean, you think he’s probably there

so you took the korean gigs

there’s this one group named seventeen’s management contacted you. and out of 10 offers, you chose this one to be your first job in korea. why? you dont even know

first, you met their agency’s staff and discussed about the concept, styling, etc

then you meet the whole group

THERE ARE 13 MEMBERS AND THERE ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL OBJECTS TO BE CAPTURED IN CAMERA

but one member, with the stage name ‘the8’ attracted you the most

not gonna lie, you always thought his nickname is weird like why?? the8??? out of so many nickname? the8? why not like the7 or smth

so you asked him when you two were doing individual photoshoot

minghao explained about it, flustered with the question. he actually used to it however this is the first time a photographer ever asked him that

when he said he’s chinese you just lIKE “HELLO I SPEAK CHINESE TOO NICE TO MEET YOU”

ofc you’re more comfortable with chinese than korean that’s why you immidiately spoke in chinese

minghao is SHOOK

but happy tho since this is the first time for him having a photographer that speaks chinese

so you guys talked alot

alot means like aLOT. YOU GUYS CANNOT EVEN STOP TALKING AFTER THE PHOTOSHOOT

you found him super cute tho

he rapped in chinese like whuot the language itself is a tonguetwister - it amazes you

he also can finger dance???? like- whUOT

finally minghao shot a question, “where do you learn korean? we are like the same level even tho our pronunciation is still stiff”

“my soulmate learn it so i naturally understand the language”

once again

MINGHAO IS SHOOK

“uuuuh. like, 1-2 years ago?”

you nod, looking him with confused eyes like a puppy “how do you kno?”

he found you cute too but back to the story

“UHM PERHAPS YOU SPEAK (your mothertongue language)???????”

you nod as your eyes widen, ‘is hE POSSIBLY MY SOULMATE????’

then he said something in your language

it’s your first word as a baby, IT’S YOUR FIRST WORD AS A BABY

well at least that’s what your parents told you

you both are getting goosebumps and electricity flows through your blood vessel

people say if you found your soulmate, a red string-like tattoo appears in your pinky finger and it was THERE all along since you met the group

you and minghao ended up talking all night that day, drowning in both of you two’s memories about the things that connect you two together

he told you stories like, how he’s too shy to talk other than chinese that’s why he never speaks your language(s)

he also told you he talks with animals with your language, he doesn’t know why it just comes naturalland other cute stuffs

the next day, minghao told his hyungs and dongsaengs and they were losing their shit

“guys appearantly y/n is my soulmate there ya go”

“OMG SHE IS THE TALENTED PHOTOGRAPHER THIS ALBUM IS SUPER GOOD??”

“do myungho even deserve y/n”

“i dO STFU, MINGYU”

as time goes by, you two ended up being fond of each other’s presence. you felt comfortable and at peace when you’re with minghao

minghao spends his days thinking how perfect you two together and how beautiful, funny, nice you are

and you also found minghao’s savage personalities super fun tho, like it’s not boring??

occasionally saying things like “cAN YOU LEARN GERMAN SO I CAN SPEAK GERMAN”

“STOP LEARNING SO MANY LANGUAGE IN SHORT PERIODE OF TIME I GET MIXED UP ALL THE TIME STAPH”

even fans love it when you two interact with each other in savage ways

synchronized dabs

the fans always thanked you for taking good photo of minghao lmao

there always be hates around the fans. but what can you do, blame the fate? :))

nevertheless you two ended up being super in love with each other as the string of destiny connected you two together.

OKAY THAT’S IT OMG IM EMBARASSED BUT THANK YOU FOR READING AND CAN PEOPLE TALK TO ME I WANT FRIENDS THANK YOU VERY MUCH BUT SOMETIMES IM SUPER DUMB AT TUMBLR SO IM SORRY :(

p.s idk how soulmates!au works? like is there a guidance what signs of the soulmate thingy works? so far i made the signs by my own so that’s what u peeps are getting here. pls request smth if you want to, i’d do it if i can. eheh thank u once again for reading! < 3

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dreambot · 8 years ago

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100 QUESTIONS NO ONE ASKS

Tagged by @batsysims thank u love

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED? OK SO listen my closets in the bathroom and at my old house i had a small room so my desk was in the closet sO

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS? I ususally cant use them but yeah i take them anyways lmfao

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT? out ig

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE? not yet

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES? I used the online ones for a while

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM? No but i take them from those dispenser thingies in the market

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES? bear maybe i can TALK SOME SENSE INTO EM

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES? Yes i used to hate them now theyre ok lmao

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES? I hate taking photos

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? idk everything pisses me off tbh

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK? If im walking rlly far ill start 2

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS? no

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS? I dont do that

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERES NO MUSIC PLAYING? nah

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS? yea but usually without noticing

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK? wouldnt u like 2 kno

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED? Queen?? i think or king. idk.

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK? Ive been diggin phantogram lately so probably “Black out Days” or “Same Old Blues”

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK? yeah wear whatever

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS? me and my bf watch stuff sometimes, like adventure time and a few other chill ones

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE? SAW FUCKING SUCKED I WAS SO DISAPPOINTED AND YEA I KNOW IM LATE 2 THE PARTY

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME? I have no idea

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER? Lemonade/cerveza/ anything but water

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN? I’m a vegetarian

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? idk I drink a lot of coffee tho i know that dsnt count

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE? Scott pilgrim or heathers

27. LAST PERSON, YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU? mi cat ❤

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT? no

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE? If I was single

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER? Oh gosh, probably never lmao

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR? No im useless

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET? not yet

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS? no but ive come very close

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH? just plain pb is fine 2bh i dnt get to eat fancy things

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST? i love eggs and bagels eee

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME? It changes ALL the time. Today I went to sleep at 6am

37. ARE YOU LAZY? Yeah i guess so i worked out fr a little while

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN? It was always basic bitch things like cats and witches

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN? Dragon

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK? English fluently but I was learning Spanish and Russian

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS? used to have gameinformers

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS? legosss

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN? yes lmao

44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN? I dont watch either

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS? nope

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? Yeah like rlly scared

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR? yeah most of the time

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER? nope

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR? nada

50. EVER USED A GUN? No, but I wanted to go shooting. Due to certain circumstances I wasnt allowed by law to use a gun for some years

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER? uhm do those school ones count

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY? some of them r good, others r a little too much. Wicked was good, the one with green day and heathers is probably good but i nede 2 watch it

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL? Yeah I hate buying ppl stuff

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI? Noooooooooo

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE? IDK most of them i love pie

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? I wanted to be an artist than an animator for a long time but now im older i woudl like to be a forensic pathologist but an attainable goal would most like be a barista/pet groomer

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? no srry

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING? yes i had it at the sme time as someone else it was freaky

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY?

I used to but i gave up

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS?

no i wear socks all the time

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE? no

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED? whatever i wore that day lmao

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT? Marilyn Manson/ Smashing Pumpkins

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART? Ive never been to a kmart i dont know where a walmart is but i luv target lmao

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS? IDK whichever one is more ~aesthetic

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS? i like hot cheetos

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS? sunflower seeds

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN? Nope but they must be good im keepin @tickledsims and @batsysims response to keep the dream alive

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS? Yes i was in dance lessons for a few years and performed a lot

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING? whatever he wants 2 do lmao

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? no

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE? I thought they were fake honestly

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY? i think

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS? no but i rlly want 2

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER? i plan on buying one soon

76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE? no I cant be arounf scents/ fragrance rip

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? im in love right now ❤

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT? The front bottoms r my everything

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW? only been to one so marilyn manson/smashing pumpkins

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA? hot

81. TEA OR COFFEE? coffee I LIVE OFF COFFEE

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES? sugar cookies ive never had snickerdoodles

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL? i can swim OK

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE? yes

85. ARE YOU PATIENT? depends

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING? band but i dont rlly care tbh i dnt like weddings

87. EVER WON A CONTEST? a few times and i cant remember any of them lmfao

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY? not yet, maybe one day 89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES? black

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET? i can knit but i cant crochet rip

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE? living room?

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED? Yes im in love w my boyf ❤

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED? negative none

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH? I didnt rlly have crushes

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY? kinda

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? god no

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS? no no no

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? blue

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW? i dnt miss anyone rn i can talk to the ppl i care abt atm

100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS TAG NEXT?

any1 who wants to do this

#nonsims #personal #saviorhide

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