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Playing truth or dare with your friends has them asking you who you have a crush on not knowing your eyes immediately drifted to deku’s. Having had a crush on him for years it’d be pointless to say it now, especially since he’s so popular. He’s the #1 hero, he could have anyone, why would he want his stupid childhood friend? So instead you drink, your cheeks burning hot because you can feel his eyes on you. Everyone boos and shouts complaints at your silence but you just giggle and say “it’s gonna take a few more shots for me to spill that kind of secret” and certainly a few shots later Izuku had you under him while his cock fucks into your gushing hole from behind while he watches your reactions in the bathroom mirror. He’s got his hand on your jaw so you can keep looking at yourself while he asks you, “who is it hm? Katsuki? Kirishima? Just tell me who you’re thinkin’ about right now” and you’re all teary eyed pussy throbbing from your second orgasm while you whine, “it’s you! It’s you! Always been..love you ‘zuku” and he has to slow his hips down just to make sure he doesn’t bust too quick because he feels the way his balls squeeze at the confession of your love and the way his cock twitches inside of you at the sound of his name falling from your drooling mouth. Ah fuck his heart is squeezing in his chest because the girl of his dreams just said she loved him.

Bisan's recent post. I think it's important for you to read it. Tonight 03.12.23, journalists in gaza share their last messages. There are no words to describe the horrors unfolding in gaza right now.

I no longer have any hope of survival like I had at the beginning of this genocide, and I am certain that I will die in the next few weeks or maybe days. I have been sick with severe viral infection for days and cannot move from the mattress!

I suffer from nightmares that are so closely resemble reality that I no longer differentiate between reality and dream.

I live in a world other than the one I claimed to be building! I am a community activist who lived on the fantasy that the world was free and just, and I sought to bring rights not only to my people, but to many men and women in third world countries!

I was shocked that I was not from the third world! Indeed, we are the most humane and moral! Yes, because the world approves, supports, and finances the genocide we are being subjected to, legislates it, and gives reasons for for 58 days! While we are a people who have been living on occupied land for 75 years and are still searching for our rights and communicating our voice to the world!

My message to the world: You are not innocent of what is happening to us, you as governments or peoples that support Israel’s annihilation of my people. We will not forgive you, we will not forgive you, humanity will not forgive you, we will not forget, even if we die, the history will never forget .

A Message to friends: Thank you and the supporters around the world. You have been compassionate and very strong. We ask you not to lose hope, even if the world seems completely unfair and your efforts have not yet resulted in a ceasefire.

Expanding UA: Support Course.

I have thoughts!!! Hear me out. I’m really trying to get us to flesh out these fanfics guys.

We do not know enough about UA as a school.

We know there’s the hero course, support course, and business course. But there is NO WAY they are as simple as they are made to seem, they literally can’t be if UA is supposed to be the top hero school in the country. I’m supposed to believe that the support course is exclusively focused on making gadgets? NO.

So we’re gonna focus on the support course today.

I’m gonna break it up into 3 branches.

Tech Support:

This is what we are shown in the show/manga. It almost exclusively shown to be working on support items and tech. Which is totally necessary for hero work, developing new technologies to accommodate heroes. Easy peasy, we know what this is.

Medical Support:

So this is the one I’m passionate about!!! There is NO WAY recovery girl is the only medical personnel in that school, and there’s no reason this wouldn’t be a specialty course. Obviously healing quirks are few and far between, but surely there’s at least a few people who could be trained to be Hero Medical Specialists. Teaching the students how to best support hero-grade injuries, how to be on site at a battle, and treat quirks based ailments. I would guess that this course would be small and probably more selective than the hero course but very important!!

Costume Support:

This one is also very important!! Obviously these would basically be fashion students, I’m sure designing the costumes would be the fun part. But having to learn about what fabrics and metals are durable and suitable for each hero is a very necessary part of having heroes. Imagine Kaminari’s clothes singed up every time he let out a shock? Useless and unhelpful. But if his clothes were conductive? Practical! Fashionable!

Now onto how I think this should work.

Hero students are assigned 1 person per support branch. So they’d have their own tech student, med student, and fashion student working with them as soon as they receive their provisional license. This is half of their school mandated team, the other half being the business students. This teaches the students to work as a unit with not only other heroes, but everyone involved in their hero career.

The medical student must learn how to deal with quirk based injuries then relay to the fashion and tech students how to best support the hero student in avoiding those injuries. The fashion and tech students will then take that information and use it to better their costume designs and support gear.

I had a two hour conversation with my little brother about this so it’s kinda long. Lmk what you think!!

A LOOOONG overdue fan art for @airegieus !! The AU you made w/ your sibs is so fhfasouhfdouhsfo cool :"))) I wanted to do another piece because hell yeah!

sometimes the media was a bit invasive when it came to izuku’s personal life. it wasn’t surprising considering he was the number one hero, you knew what you were getting into the moment you started dating him, the moment you accepted the rather large diamond ring he presented you. but still, all eyes on him, and now in turn on you, made being out in public a bit stressful. izuku midoriya was a touchy man, his hands liked to roam, firm squeezes on your waist, playful taps on your ass, and all you could think about was how some magazine would hear about his obsession with pda. but it was nice to know he never feared your relationship being seen, he couldn’t care less what anyone thought of him slipping his tongue in his wife’s mouth for a kiss goodbye, or when he showed off your hickeys and claw marks at the gym.

he always became a bit snippy with journalists who were nothing less than disrespectful, asking him questions like whether or not you were fit to stand by his side or his least favorite, ‘how is your lady friend doing these days, deku?’

“my wife is doing just fine, thank you.”

there were so many pictures of him leaving shops with bouquets of flowers on his way home, or of him smiling boyishly with his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. he always included your name in speeches, flirty comments always making you blush on the sidelines, in shock at how he could always be so blunt in front of all these people.

“there she is,” he’d point you out in the front row, seated between his friends who were also watching him accept his award, or making a statement on what he plans to do within the community, “give them a spin, honey. show them what i get to come home to.”

and jeez, his face shows innocence to anyone who doesn’t know him personally, but you know he’s undressing you with his eyes. if he’s in a particularly amped up mood, he might even lead you away from the crowd to a tucked away restroom or hurry you to the backseat of his car because ‘you just look so sweet cheering me on.’ but the cameras are always on him and when a picture gets out of his palm against the fogged up window of his sports car, you’re overly embarrassed.

“izu…” you all but whine, pointing at the picture that made front cover, a new scandal to be mused over.”

“if those prissy reporters want to write about me fucking my wife…i don’t think that’s our issue my love.”

“it’s crude. everyone at work is talking about it. i don’t want to seem like a whore.”

he sighs softly, thumbing at the pout in your lips, “i’ll try to be more restrained. i’ll talk to my publicity team to try to get it taken down, but don’t stress about it.”

you nod, looking down at the picture, mentally beating yourself for how your stomach flipped at the memory of him rearranging your insides just outside of a venue. it was a lewd feeling to think he was so pussy whipped he’d risk getting caught, knowing his status amongst the people.

“you’re insatiable, izu.”

he only chuckles, “just think of all the essays about our sex life that will be written when i finally put a kid in you.”

you’d never leave the house again at this point, you think as you go wide eyed at his statement.

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𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚜 :<. 𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜. 𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢.

𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜. 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗?

ngl, not so good. have this massive headache that’s been persisting since 5 pm (it’s currently 8 pm)…

besides that, it’s been quiet. what about you, pooks? <3

based on that one scene from parks and rec

God I want to bite him

act one: the hands of a hero

kinktober 2023

pairing: midoriya izuku x fem!reader

wc: 0.9k

tags: aged up characters; switch!izuku; switch!reader; hand holding; edging; creampie; fingering (f receiving); praise kink; lots of pet names: baby, princess, angel, sweetheart, good boy, good girl; d/s undertones; established relationship; soft!izuku; riding; missionary; pinned down; multiple rounds; izuku cleans himself up after (sort of); begging if you squint a little

Some days it felt as though you could never stop staring at those beautiful, scarred hands. The ones that had saved the lives of many. The ones that reached out to help others in need. The ones that so many had come to know and love as a bright green current traced over his skin.

Those were the same strong hands you were lucky enough to hold every day. They cupped and stroked your face gently, ran over your body with reverence and love, held you down and gripped you hard enough to bruise, trembled in yours when you kissed him just right, made you shake and see stars in his arms. They were large and warm. They were scarred and rough and perfect.

Today, his hands were clasped tightly in yours as you straddled his. His thick cock slowly slid in and out of your pussy with a lewd, wet sound, your hips grinding into him as deep as you could get. It made your brain fuzzy just feeling him twitch and throb inside you as you moaned.

Izuku’s breath was shaky, whimpering pleas stumbling out of his mouth. “Please can I cum, princess? Please?”

“Not yet, baby, I need you still. Can you take it for me?” you said.

A guttural moan left his chest as he squeezed your hands tighter. “Fuck, yes,” he said.

“‘S my good boy. You’re doing so well.” It was incredible to see the way this big, strong hero grew tense and panted when you spoke.

His brow was sweating, his head spinning just hearing those words, his name on your lips. You moved Izuku’s hands to your breasts and he cursed, gently groping and playing as his cock throbbed. You leaned forward a little, rising and falling as your pace increased again. Your hips smacked into his as your head fell back and you moaned. The pressure against your cunt sent pleasure shooting through your body as Izuku stuttered and whined.

“B-baby please, ‘s too much, I can’t, f-fuck, I can’t-”

“Yes, you can. C’mon, you can take it for me. Hold on just a little longer,” you said. Your legs began to shake as you hit a deep, tender spot just right. You were teetering on the edge of climax just like him, groaning as your hips slowed to a near stop.

Izuku bucked into you with a high pitched moan, desperate as his body trembled. “Please, princess.”

He looked so gorgeous with his cheeks flushed, eyes wide and needy, bits of hair stuck to his forehead. It was almost too much. You leaned down and kissed him with heavy, shaky breaths. Izuku’s hands traveled to your waist, grinding your hips into him harder, still pleading quietly.

“Cum for me, ‘Zuku. Cum for me. I need it,” you said softly, his face in your hands.

Izuku’s eyes fluttered as he stared up at you. His hands gripped tightly onto your hips as he came with a groan, fucking into you as you clenched down hard on his cock. You were barely able to push your orgasm off as you felt him throb and the heat of his cum filled your cunt.

You laid together for a moment with his arms around your waist before a low, quiet groan filled your ear. “You did such a good job for me, angel. ‘M so proud of you,” he said.

A whimper escaped your lips as you ached and tightened around his softening cock.

Izuku continued praising you softly as he ran his fingers through your hair. “You’re such a good girl, letting me fill you up like that. Waiting so patiently until I’m ready to make cum.”

At this point, the heat of his breath and the gentle sound of his voice had you trembling. “‘Zuku, please.”

“Hmm? Use your words,” he said.

“Please make me cum,” you replied.

Izuku kissed you on the head. “That’s my girl. Lay on your back for me.”

You squeezed tightly as you pulled off of his cock and felt his cum start to leak out as you laid next to him, nestled into his shoulder. He pulled one of your legs over his thighs and slowly ran his hand up as he leaned and kissed you. Two thick fingers slid into your cunt and you whimpered under his touch, heat rolling down your body as he slowly pumped in and out.

“Deeper, please baby,” you said between kisses.

Your eyes rolled and you moaned as his gentle strokes changed to deep thrusts, his palm grinding against your clit.

“That’s my good girl. Let go for me, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful,” Izuku said softly.

Red sparks shot through your body as he fingered your leaking cunt, cum running down your ass and onto the bed. His hot, wet kisses grazed your ear and ran down into your neck as your legs shook.

He groaned into your skin. “That’s it, princess, go ahead. Give it to me. Cum. Let me have it.”

Your back arched and you cried out as pleasure crashed down over your body over and over as Izuku fingered you through your orgasm. You clung to him, panting as it came to an end. He pulled himself from you and took his fingers in his mouth to lick them clean. Izuku shifted once more and straddled you with a grin, grabbing your hands in his.

You let out a soft laugh. “What?”

He pinned your hands above your head with mischief in his eyes. “Open your legs. It’s time for round two.”

The thing about having a "big" following is that 70% of that number is bot-run accounts, 20% are dead accounts, and (if you're lucky) maybe 5-10% are people who engage with your posts.

Most posts get high counts because someone passes it to their followers, and their followers pass it to their followers, and their follower's followers pass it onto their followers, and so forth.

What I'm saying is having a high follower count doesn't matter on this website. Reblogs do.