⇝ izuku midoriya x reader | nsfw | thigh riding
⇝ tags: 18+, reader rides izuku's thigh, izuku calls reader 'my girl', izuku calls reader 'angel', izuku calls reader 'baby, izuku has dimples bc you can't tell me otherwise. use of the word 'pussy', reader has female anatomy
⇝ a/n: pls guys go easy on me i don't write smut often but i kept thinking abt this pshsjhs, i posted this earlier but i forgot to add hashtags😭
"it feels too good, izu", you whine, grinding down on his thigh, the muscles pressing just right on you. you squeeze his shoulders with your hands, trying to ground yourself through the pleasure.
"does it, baby?" izuku's hands, large and scarred, tighten on your hip, hard enough to leave bruises, his touch seared into your skin. just how he likes. he helps you move against his thigh, green eyes laser-focused on your face.
"yeah." you move your hips again and your hand travels up his neck, leaving goosebumps on his skin in its wake, and you tug on his curls, causing a low groan to escape his throat. he pushes his lips against yours, a mess of tongue and spit that's not even really kissing, just the need to be close to each other.
you're stripped down to your underwear, and the material is soaked with your slick, leaving wetness on izuku's thigh. he litters kisses along the length of your neck, smiling when you let out a hiss at the feeling of him biting down, then moaning when he smoothes his tongue over it. "you're so wet. making a big mess on me." he moves to look at you, your eyes half-lidded and your teeth sinking in to your lips. "does my thigh feel that good against your pussy?" he smiles, dimples popping out. "you going to cum just like this?"
you nod your head hastily enough you're surprised you don't get whiplash. "i'm almost there, izu," you say, moving faster and ignoring the burn in your thighs. your eyes roll to the back of your head as his thigh rubs against your clit.
"that's my girl." his hands move to your ass, squeezing and massaging. you press your lips against his own in a sense of urgency as you feel your high coming, and he reciprocates, helping you get to it. you feel the coil snap in your stomach, and you moan against his lips as you reach your peak.
"love you," you mumble, letting yourself collapse against his body.
"love you, angel." izuku's arms wrap around you, holding you tight.
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imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.
and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.
and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.
frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.
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y'all are absolutely free to use tumblr however you please but I want redditors to know that they could, hypothetically, start a sideblog about a particular topic, add moderators to it, turn on submissions (and asks), make an "about" page laying out rules and such, and create a good tagging system. If you want it to be a bit more familiar.
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im not particularly religious but i think it’s very cute that Trans Day of Visibility and Easter are on the same day this year :)
its no question that something like this could be triggering or upsetting to a number of queer ppl given the current sociopolitical climate, so i want everyone to remember that u are loved! Regardless of what u or others believe, there are ppl who will love and support you always. Give yourself patience and treat yourself with care!!!
happy and peaceful TDOV everyone!! And Easter to those who celebrate :D
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-Recording begins-
Spider-Man: Hi folks! I’d like to give a PSA to my usual villains, and anyone else with ideas for the next two months.
Spider-Man: *holds up a brick sized lump of metal* See this? It’s titanium!
Spider-Man: *starts flattening it out and shaping it*
Spider-Man: See, we all know that I’m crazy strong, but I never wanna really hurt anybody right? Right. While that hasn’t changed, something very important does right around this time of year.
Spider-Man: *pulls off a glove and pulls a chunk into a long stem with his nails carving lines for added texture*
Spider-Man: See, this is what we like to call exam season. Anybody who knows anything about college can tell you that it drives people up the wall, and I already climb mine when I’m antsy.
Spider-Man: *starts winding the thin sheet around the stem, delicately crimping petals in place*
Spider-Man: I do wanna be clear that this isn’t a threat, okay? I’m still not interested in crossing the line, which brings me to my point.
Spider-Man: *throws the titanium rose at the brick wall behind him, stem first, and embeds it all the way through*
Spider-Man: /That/ was restrained because I could focus enough to have full control. If I’m extremely tired or otherwise distracted, there’s just as much risk of me slipping up as someone operating heavy machinery. I’m probably not going to remember what sleep is for two whole months, so remember!
Spider-Man: *pulls out a brick and snaps it like a cookie*
Peter fucking Parker: Don’t.
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