honey honey honey soft dom izuku makin’ you feel all pretty on the tough nights :( kisses your jaw ‘n says he’s gotta take his time w you ‘cause you’re a lady 🥺🫶🏽

Wails:(((

Warnings: fem reader (princess, lady), slight body description (fat, plush), breast worship, dry humping

Izuku softly commanding you to text him throughout the day no matter what you’re doing, with the truth as to how you feel cause he knows you have bad days sometimes:( asking you with a firm mouth but soft eyes to always let him know if you’re struggling nd what he can do to help, even if he’s working or away even; he wants to help, you’re his lady, his baby, his world. You don’t always feel ashamed to do it, not on the days you’re working or out or have a reason to feel bad, but on the days you’re off? Slouched around at home, while Izuku is out saving things and people and lives and everything in between? It’s hard to pick up the phone and send a little sad face, when all you’ve done is a little bit of washing up and brushed your teeth.

Those days; Izuku takes extra special care of you. He sweeps his way through your home, comes straight over to you, asks if you would like a kiss and a hug and practically engulfs you if you say yes. He’s consuming in a soft way, cradling your face and licking your bottom lip, eyes drawn tight and closed, lashes fluttering against your cheeks. He swallows your noises, the whines and whimpers and desperate squeaks, fists closed against his chest and holding him as close as you could.

“Pretty baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” Izuku is so soft, so warm, encasing you on the sofa where you haven’t really moved. You know he won’t stop his kisses for a long while, won’t let up in kissing you so thoroughly there’s no thought left in you head. Nibbles and kitten licks while he ducks down with a twist of his head, shoulders bulging above you, playful enough to put a smile on your face and rack you with giggles,

“That’s my beautiful princess, there she is, you’re so pretty when you smile,”

Coming from him? You believe it, especially when he smiles back and turns his attention to your neck, your collar, the swell of your breast threatening the material of your top. He’s thorough still, not leaving an inch of your skin unkissed and unloved, and you let yourself fall into his embrace. Head buried in your neck, arms either side of your shoulders, keeping him just above you so his hips - god his hips could swish and press into yours. Izuku is slow, he’s a smart man, he knows he needs to give you everything but not all at once; so the slow press of his pelvis against yours is just enough to have you mewling.

“You’re so soft, all the time, so soft - could just -,” he punctuates his words with a blunt bite to the meat of your shoulder, “god, you’re wonderful - so perfect. Gotta take it slow with you, gotta remind you how much you’re worth, how amazing you are, how beautiful you are,” wet lips travel to your chest, moving stretched fabric and hardly caring for your lack of bra.

“You did your best today, you did so good baby,” Izuku rewards you with a kiss to your nipple, both breasts pulled from your top and perked in his hands. “M’so proud of you, so proud baby, you did so well,”

And you believe him. Again. Izuku never lies, never butters a subject and his tongue swirls around your nipple, teeth dragging it into his mouth hard enough to send buzzes down your belly. You arch into him, chasing his mouth, growing desperate although knowing he plans to spend a good deal of the night doing this.

“Fuck -,” he’s drowning in you, all you can see is his fluffy, unruly hair burrowed against your chest, swallowing the fat of your tits, playing so joyfully but so seriously with them. Squeezing and pulling, massaging, squeezing, biting. It’s been hours, minutes? Seconds? He’s good at that, making you forget time and everything else inside your head, focuses you on his mouth and fingers and cock. His hips never quicken or harden their advance, simply content on pacifying you with the promise of the thick line of his cock, nestled tightly against you and jumping with every flex of his hips. You come first, you always do; if he has to spend the entire night flushed, red and seconds from cumming at the sight of you, then so be it. You have enough flesh, fat and plush to keep him more than happy for a long while. And the noises of happiness chirping from you, mews and whispers of his name keeps him swollen in the chest and grinning at you, proud of you, happy for you. Izuku will cook you food after, buy you your favourite drink, put on your favourite show even if it’s a cartoon or you’ve seen it a dozen times. He’ll serve you, give you anything you need and anything he thinks you need - starting with deft, thick fingers dipping into your shorts. He’s met with a yelp and a sigh, and -

“That’s my perfect baby, you let me take care of you ‘kay? I got you honey, I got you I promise - you’re my pretty princess, look at you; I gotta take care of my pretty princess,”

okay but I have a serious love for littles who ignore their need to go potty and then end up with a puddle somewhere~ like daddy ma//rk watching lil ja//ck play around with his toys and then pause briefly with a squeak, and then he just sees this huge puddle spreading underneath his baby boy and jac//kie is blushing so hard and aaaaaaaaaaah just littles who make huge puddles because they couldn't hold it!! 🍂

C U T E A F

little jackie with his blocks and toy cars, “nyooom!! vroooom!! go fasta!!” he giggles, clapping as he drives the toy car around the makeshift raceway he made out of his blocks. 

mark off to the side, looking up from his phone and smiling at his baby boy playing so nicely. having so much fun to himself, reminding himself to reward jack with ice cream for playing so well. 

all before mark is snapped out of his thinking by jack whimpering, hands shoved in between his legs, shaking. looking away from mark as he wiggles about, “d-daddy!!”

“jackie? jackie!! what’s wrong, baby boy?!”

“p-p-potty!! needa potty!! weally weally bad!!”

mark tries to stand jack up, stopping as jack squeaks the minute mark is behind him, ready to race him to the bathroom a few feet away. poor jack whimpering before stilling with a squeak. the hissing being heard. barely being absorbed by his pull up. the rest of the pee rushing down out his shorts and puddling onto the hardwood floor under him. quietly whimpering like a kicked puppy as he helplessly wets himself. mark stepping back from the puddle.

jack finishes up his accident. blushing and keeping his head low. shoulders perked up as he tries to curl up away from mark. his butt and shorts soaked, the large puddle under him a faint yellow.

“...jackie? come with daddy and lets get you a bubble bath, yeah?”

jack looks up, “no mad?”

“no, i’m not mad. i know you couldn’t ever be mad at you for something you couldn’t control,” mark sighs, helping jack stand. droplets of pee rushing down his legs, kissing his forehead, “let’s try to go potty more, though. okay?”

“otay daddy...” he sniffles, blushing and pecking a kiss to mark’s cheek. mark smiling as he leads jackie into the bathroom to get him a nice and warm bubble bath