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Dom!GN!Reader, Sub!Scaramouche, Bottom!Scaramouche, Dildo, Feminisation, Pet Names,  Heavy Praise, Hair Pulling, Tiny Pain Kink, Size Kink, Dacryphilia. (1502 words)

Having a naked Scaramouche on your lap was really surreal. 

Scaramouche was the kind of person avoiding any kind of contact with people, whether it is physical or mental. He was so scared of abandonment that he would rather never get attached than be abandoned. He tried to get everyone away from him, but thankfully you had succeeded in getting close to him. So close to him, in fact that you were now in your bed with him naked. But obviously the fear never left him. He could barely let you leave his side. He was stuck to your side every single second of the day. You had to do everything with him. You enjoyed all this attention as you were as much obsessed with him as he was with you. But of course you were more than ready to prove to him that you would never leave him. 

Scaramouche your baby girl. He was so cute and petite. You simply could never hold yourself back when you truly saw how small he was. Everytime you would bend him over whatever surface was next to you at the time. Fucking him so hard he would end up almost passing out from the pleasure. He truly was so sensitive. But sex would not always be that. Sometimes it is making soft love to him, reassuring him that you would never leave. Or other times you would play with him and his sensitivity, his love for feminisation and always reassuring him. One thing that never changed throughout all of those times was you reassuring him. You wanted to do this as you knew he needed it and loved it.

Today you had decided to do something slightly different. You wanted to make him come as much as you could. So you had undressed Scaramouche and had him straddling your lap facing towards you. 

“You’re so pretty Baby. Fuck, you truly are amazing. Have you seen yourself, have you seen how beautiful you look Princess? ” Hearing all of this only made Scaramouche blush and whining he tried to hide in the juncture of your head and shoulder. But you quickly cradled his head in your hands and forced him to look at you. Not seeing or hearing him say anything you continued. “Don’t hide your pretty self. I wanna see all of you. Say that you're a pretty girl. Say that you know how beautiful you are.” Still holding his head you looked him in the eyes while smiling. To reassure him you started to rub your thumbs on his cheeks and waited for him to say it. You had to be patient with him or he would never do what you asked him. He was like a cat, getting spooked easily. But you knew it and were ready for him all the time. And finally you heard him very quietly say “I’m a pretty girl.” After this you quickly brought him close to you to kiss him. With one of your hands now on his nape and the other on his waist. The kiss was sweet and slow, you took your time showing how you appreciated it.

Separating to place kisses on the rest of his face. And in between the kisses you told him “Yes you are baby. The prettiest girl out here. A real princess. How could I let you go when you’re this beautiful.” You heard him pant and whine at your words. Satisfied you lowered your head to kiss his neck and brought both your hands to his ass, squeezing and kneading it. 

“Fuck, princess.. My hands are so big compared to your ass. You’re so fucking small.” This made him shudder and he moaned out your name. He let his face fall in the juncture of your neck and your shoulder, but this time you let him. 

Feeling merciful you continued what you were doing. Pulling one cheek apart from the other, to then let a finger slowly trace his hole but only slightly putting pressure. Letting it trail lower and apply pressure on his rectum to watch him squirm around. Annoyed of the movement you faintly swat at his ass with your other hand, warning him to stop. He instantly jolts and gasps, but then stops moving as much as he could with your finger still applying pressure. With your other hand, you took the relay at playing with his hole. But this time you actually push it in slowly. Sensing the resistance you took it out and reached for the lube to coat your finger and drip a bit on his hole. Scaramouche, impatient, started to whine and plead for you to hurry up. Taking it in stride you started to finger him open. Your other hand approached his neck and took a hold of his throat, putting a bit of strength in it. 

Now up to two fingers you took them out and grabbed the small dido left previously next to you on the bed. Only slightly bigger than two fingers, while not very big it was more than enough for what you had planned for him. You also knew he would like a tiny bit of pain in the beginning. He only liked pain enough to enjoy a bit of strain from the first penetration.

Pouring a bit of lube on it first, then putting it against his hole, but not pushing in just yet. You wanted to tease him a bit. So you circled the area and inserted it a bit and took it out before anything entered him. All this teasing made Scaramouche desperate, he tried pleading with you. “Reader.. Please.. I can’t anymore..” 

With that, you inserted it slowly, listening for anything wrong, but you only heard low moans of pleasure. Satisfied, you started at a very slow pace. Taking it out until only the tip remained and pushing in to press on his prostate and holding it pressed for a few seconds. You repeated this motion for a few minutes until Scaramouche started to move his lower body to make it go faster. But you quickly caught on and pushed everything in suddenly and simultaneously put much more pressure on his throat. Effectively restricting his voice and movements. This made him let out a moan that cut quickly in the middle. 

He knew that he shouldn’t have tried anything but it was too late now. So he tried to speak, to try and apologize, but you didn’t let him any time to. As soon as you pushed it back out a bit, you pushed it back in and nailed his prostate hard. Holding this pace for a minute and then completely stopping. Lightening your hold on his throat for him to take a bigger breath. Just from this short moment he already started to pant and his eyes shone a bit. You place a quick kiss on his cheek and start the brutal pace once again with your hold tightening once again.

This time you made it last a bit longer enough to hear him shriek a bit. After stopping, the hand holding his throat moved to his hair and pulled his head out of your shoulder. You saw him with a few wet traces on his face, and him panting. You loved seeing him like this, he truly looked the prettiest those moments. But you didn’t want him to get much rest so your hand started moving again. You knew he was close and wanted him to come like this so this time you continued until he finished and stopped right after. It only took a few minutes. When he came, he started screaming, his eyes closed tears spilling from them and his thighs tightened around your hips. 

Coming down from his high, his entire body shook and had small spasms. Seeing this, you took out the dildo and let your hand go, pushed his head gently in the side of your neck and started petting his hair. Your unused hand went to his side and rubbed it gently. His hands took a hold of the back of your shirt, his hold very strong, making it impossible for you to move. Not like you wanted to anyway. Staying like this for a few minutes and only stopping when you were sure he would not break down.

“Honey, can you look up please.” Scaramouche, hearing you lifted his head to look at you. You gently wiped his cheeks clean  with your thumbs and kissed him. “Come on, beautiful, I know you don’t want to move, but you have to lay down and I have to clean you up a bit.” You both slowly started to move, he turned and layed down on his back on the bed and you stood up to get a cloth and to change. Rapidly wiping him clean and then laying down with him. You took him in your arms and kissed his head a bit. “I love you, princess” Soon both of you fell asleep.

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Dom!Gn!Reader, Sub!Hawks, Bottom!Hawks, Dildo, Riding, Wings, Feather, Dacryphilia, kinda Mean!Reader, Genital described as a dick

Sitting on the edge of your bed looking down at Hawks on the floor, you couldn’t help but smile at the scene in front of you. He was naked and bouncing on a medium sized dildo. You had asked him to do this earlier at your date, wanting to see him come in front of you without being able to touch you or you touching him. Hawks loved to always touch you, he always wanted to be close to you. Even the positions chosen in bed mirrored this. Always having him able to reach you as you fucked him. But more importantly, he struggled to come without your touch on him. When jerking off he would take an eternity to come even with you on the phone. When in intimate moments he could come at the slightless contact from you. Just you rubbing his sides would sometimes do it, or other times it would be you grazing his dick a bit. The worst would be his wings, any touch from you on his wing would make him come. You always had to be careful in public with his wings. He was dependent on your touch, so you wanted to try this. Would he be able to come? If so, after how long? Or would you have to step up to help him? Would he beg?

“I can’t do this, reader. Please, please touch me.” He whines at you as he started getting frustrated. It’s been 30 minutes that he was at it. 15 minutes of pure torture. He just wasn’t getting enough stimulation. He was so close yet so far. When he thought he was gonna cum it soon all went away with a lack of sufficient stimulation. He knew this was gonna last an eternity. But the worst of all, you were sitting over there only looking at him without ever coming closer. And you looked so good too. Still in your suit from your earlier date. You had taken the blazer off, but kept the jacket on. Since he saw you come out of the room dressed like with that suit he wanted you to fuck him. But you had come up with this stupid idea, so he had to suffer. He only needed a tiny something. Just a hand or even a finger. But everytime he asked, you would deny him and ask him to continue. He was so frustrated, dammit. But you, even after seeing that did not make even a slight twitch indicating that you would move. “Oh, you can't do it?” you responded mockingly. In response Hawks could only whine. Why were you so mean like that?

In the back of his mind, he felt a slight touch to one of his feathers. The feeling was barely there, but he looked up at you confused and saw you with it between your fingers. He recognised the feather as being one he gifted you a long time ago. He watched and felt you trace the length of it. The feeling of it gave him slight goosebumps. You were touching a part of him finally but not the right one. He couldn’t feel much with the feathers that were disconnected from his body a long time ago. It was worse than you touching him because he knew you were touching him, he felt it, but he was barely feeling anything. It was not enough. And you knew this, but simply did not care. It was actually kind of the point. So you continued. Hawks now having his eyes stuck to the feather in your hand, saw you move it towards your neck and brush it. You brushed the entirety of it with it and slowly lowered it towards your chest. Taking the time to brush each part you passed thoroughly. From your collarbones to your chest stayed there longer to play with your nipples, then your stomach and stopped there suddenly. Confused as to why you did, Hawks looked up at your face and watched as you took an obviously fake concerned expression and saw your lips starting to move. “Hawks, is something wrong? You stopped moving.” Hearing you say that he realised that yes, he had stopped moving because of what you were doing. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I bothering you? Should I stop? It’s clearly too much for you.” Blushing at your teasing words he quickly responded a no. But you not seeing him start moving again told him “Well continue then. I don’t want to repeat myself.” Not wanting to disobey, he hurriedly started his pace again.

You stayed a few minutes watching him to make sure he would not stop again and seeing him not slowing, you continued your previous action. Moving the feather on your stomach, from your sides to your belly button to then very slowly starting to lower it. With your other hand you opened the button of your slacks and then the zipper, you then reached inside to pull out your shaft from your briefs. Taking a hold of it you started to move your hand up and down and slowly you lowered the feather on it. Teased your tip for a bit, then brushed the length of it. 

Seeing all of this hawks was really starting to get truly desperate. He realised he would have to beg sooner or later. It wasn’t fair. You were using one of his feathers to touch yourself, but he couldn’t even feel it correctly. He wanted to be the one touching you. He wanted to feel your body on him. He wanted you to touch him. For you to fuck him, jerk him off or even just caress his body a bit. It would be enough. He would be getting your touch and he would cum. But no, he had to sit there staring at you teasing yourself and him. He had to continue bouncing on this dildo who continuously hit his prostate but never was enough and his dick bouncing with the movements and sometimes hitting his stomach or the ground. But none of that was enough stimulation.

Having finally enough, he broke in small hiccups and begged “Reader, please, I’m begging. Please touch me, fuck me, anything. I just need you to touch me, please even a just a finger will do it please i’m begging you. I can’t do it. It’s not fair.” As he stopped speaking, he saw you stop your movements, lowering your hands on the bed next to you. You looked him in the eyes and smiled teasingly. Cooing at him you responded “Ooooh, It’s not fair” You laughed a bit and stood up. “Is that so, Baby. You can’t continue. You know, maybe I should touch you. I’m sorry baby, I wasn’t fair, let me rectify this.” As you spoke you walked very slowly towards him. Stopping in front of him at the end of your sentence you crouched down. Looking at him in the eyes you smiled and started to reach out towards his face. Hawks closing his eyes, was relieved you were gonna free him from this. He was finally gonna be able to cum after almost an hour. But as your hand was so close he could feel the heat from it on his cheek, you stopped. Confused, he opened his eyes and looked at you. As soon as his eyes took your face in, he whined very loudly and started to sob. You had a mischievous smirk on your face. You clearly never intended to touch him. Why were you so cruel? After all this time doing what you asked of him you could not even give him this. It was all he asked, so why. In his misery he heard you speak to him “Baby, you know I love seeing you cry. Just a little more, Hmm and I'll give it to you. Now get back to it, Hawks.” Not having realised in his state he had stopped, he as quickly as he could got back to it. 

He actually was a bit reassured by your words. You after all were more than ready to not give anything he asked. And you had already done it before. You actually liked to deny him things, he would eventually cum in those instances, but after a very long time or with difficulties and most importantly without you touching him. You really were cruel. But he suddenly remembered that you hated when he would not thank you when you did give him what he wanted. So he hurriedly responded, hoping that it wasn’t too late and that you wouldn’t deny it to him. “Thank you Reader.” Hearing this, your previously blank face lit up with a warm smile. 

You then decided that you could continue pleasuring yourself, so you did. One of your hands went up and took hold of your shaft and started to masturbate. The other one coming to rub your tip. You truly had the best scenery. Hawks bouncing up and down on a dildo, flushed from the exercise and wet tracks on his cheeks. His noises were the best too. His breathy whine and moans once in a while interrupted by a sob. He was beautiful and truly looked good crying. It was with this sight that you came into your hands. 

Coming down from your high, you heard hawks whining small ‘please’. He was pitiful and you love it. He sounded so cute right now. You felt your now softening cock twitch, but you knew you had to stop it. So for once you took pity on him and reached around him with your hand. Putting your hand on the base of one of his wings rubbing and passing your finger through the small feather there. As soon as your hand touched his feathers he practically screamed. His body shook intensely, his head falling on your shoulder while his eyes closed tight and his hands grabbed onto your other hand and squeezed so hard you winced in pain. Coming down from his high his body fell onto yours, like a puppet whose strings got cut. He layed in your arms heaving intensely after this mind numbing orgasm. You stayed there holding him through this and waiting for him to get a bit of consciousness. When he could move a bit you picked him up from the floor with your hands on his tights. As you did that you pulled the dildo out off him and kept it in your hands to wash in a minute. You carried him to the bedroom and laid him down on the bed. You quickly went to the bathroom to get a rag and you also put the dildo in the sink to wash later. Coming back you wiped him down and gave him water. As he drank you changed your clothes for pyjamas. When you turned around you saw him asleep and curled in a ball. So you went to bed with him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer, putting small kisses on his head and then fell asleep too.

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Dom!gn!reader, Sub!Gorou, Ears, Tail, Rubbing, Grabbing, Slight Size Kink, Mention of Breeding

Gorou really is the cutest thing out there. He had a petite stature, but it was balanced by a strong body. But the cutest of all was his dog attributes. His tail and ears. You simply couldn't help but stare. The way the fur on it shifted with the wind. The way it either perked up when talking to someone he likes or shifted in annoyance when speaking to someone he doesn’t like. The way his tail wagged when he saw something that he liked or when he would see you. The way he loses control of it whenever anything sexual happens between you. When you kiss, when you bite him, when you rub his body. The way it thumps against the sheets on your bed when you touch him or against your front when you would breed him on all fours. It truly was an alluring sight. His ears had the same charm as his tail. They would fold atop his head in moments of pleasure. And both of them were so sensitive to any kind of touch or warm breath. You would sometimes touch them briefly, but never lingered on. Well, until today that is.

As Gorou entered the front door, you raced there almost tripping more than once. You were so horny. You had not expected him to come home this early in the day. His work took most of his time, even now that the vision hunt decree has ceased. While most of it had been taken care of there was still a lot to do. And as a general, he had to foresee all of it. In response to that your homelife has been pretty bare. He would only come home at night only to eat and sleep. You barely had time to even speak so thinking of more was impossible. But you simply could not stop yourself from fantasising about him. You just loved to fuck him. He was so small and cute. The perfect size for you to breed him. And he was so cute in those times that you couldn’t help yourself. So today’s fantasy was about his tail and ears. You realised you had never really worshipped them enough. But you knew he would not deny you as he would with anyone else. Now that you thought about it everytime you grazed his ears he would always make noises. Maybe he was sensitive. This thought only spurred you more into this fantasy. So when he came home earlier today you saw an opportunity. 

Gorou startled at seeing you run to the front door. He looked confused as to why you were running. His ears standing up in attention. Looking at you with those precious blue eyes. But the surprise quickly left and was replaced by happiness at having you in front of him. You saw his ears perk up and his tail start to wag quickly. Looking at those you were reminded as to why you rushed here and rapidly advanced to him. You smiled warmly at him and brought your hand to his cheek. Your thumb rubbing his cheeks. He leaned into it and closed his eyes. Your free hand moved to his waist and rubbed here too. Placing a quick kiss to his lips you spoke up, “I missed you baby. You don't know how much I wanted to see you. I wanted to hold you close. Fuck baby, you don’t know what you do to me. ” Gorou hearing this lowered his head in embarrassment and you could see some red tint to his cheeks. But you were mostly captivated by his ears. They had lowered too. You really wanted to reach out and rub them. And you decided right there that you would. So you slowly started by placing kisses on his forehead and continued higher to his hair, creeping closer to his ears. As your breath tickled one of his ears from how close you were to it, you felt him slightly tense and let out a small breath. Continuing your way and arriving at the base of it you put a kiss there. You then slowly brought your lips to the tip of it and closed your lips around it. You continued hastily by sucking it a bit. Immediately hearing a high pitch whine come from Gorou. You could also feel his whole body shake, so you took your hand still on his cheek and brought it to his nape to rub it slowly. You then held him tighter and closer to you to bring him comfort. Continuing with your previous action, you added your tongue on it. Not sensing any kind of resistance from him you took the other ear in your hand and started to rub it. Starting from the tip then slowly descending to the base of it. Underneath Gorou had started to shake badly and you could hear him breathing heavily all the while letting whines out. You did think they would be sensitive as he let nobody touch it, but seeing him react like that with a very small touch really surprised you. Of course it also aroused you more.

Deciding to move to his tail, the hand touching his ear and the one on his nape were slowly lowered first to his ass. And started to rub it a bit. Feeling this Gorou let out a higher whine arching in your touch. You continued the rubbing, but then added some kneading. His ass was so cute. It was small and fitted perfectly in both hands. While as small as it was, it was all muscle thanks to his work and hobby of rock climbing. You loved to grab it and squeeze it. It always brought moans out of him. You stayed like this for a while, just rubbing his ass and sucking on his ear. From up there you could see his tail wagging non stop. It looked so fluffy and well groomed. You briefly wondered if he had taken care of it today.

Not being able to resist, your hands took a hold of the tip of his tail and stopped the movement. Instantly Gorou moaned loud and tried to bring one of his hand to his mouth to muffle the sounds but you swiftly took a hold of his wrist and told him “Don’t hide your pretty noise baby. You know I like hearing you. I like knowing that you enjoy what I’m doing.” Having said that, you let his hand go.  He quickly brought it and his other to your shirt and clenched it tightly. Coming back to his tail, you rubbed the tip a bit and felt how soft the fur was. It was one of the softest thing you ever felt, it was amazing. Moving your hand closer to the base of it you felt Gorou shake much more and all his whine turned into moan. You realised that this was the same way he would react when close to an orgasm. How sensitive was he? You were now determined to make him cum like this.

As your hand closed around the base of his tail, he moaned very loudly and squirmed around. You felt him squeeze his thigh and grip your shirt much tighter, you were kind of worried that he would rip it. But feeling him so close to his orgasm you rubbed harder at the base of his tail and brought your other hand to his ear. All of this pleasure almost overwhelmed him. It felt like so much. Almost too much. He didn’t know what to do, but simply stayed here and took it, while desperately moaning. It was the first time someone touched it and for it to also be in this context with you was a lot. He desperately tried to squeeze his thigh for some relief, but it didn’t work. He was getting frustrated, he wanted you to touch him more. His orgasm was so close yet so far. 

He finally felt you suddenly bite down on his ears. As the slight tingling registered he shouted in ecstasy. He shouted your name. His orgasm was intense. His eyes rolled in the back of his skull, his ears twitched and finally his legs gave out and you and him fell on the ground of the entrance. Both of you stayed there a little while to give him the time to calm down. You had taken both your hands back to his waist and had released the hold of your mouth. Holding him through it you felt his shaking significantly lessen and his panting stopped too. Seeing him more aware you tried speaking to him “Baby? Are you ok? ” Gorou responded by nodding. So you continued “You were so good baby. Thank you for letting me do this. ” Punctuating this by kissing his face gently. “I know this was a lot, but we gotta get you to a soft surface. Sorry for doing this in the entrance, but I couldn’t wait. ” Not waiting for an answer you lifted him and walked toward your bedroom and let him down gently on the bed. You undressed him and changed him into pyjamas. Taking the time to wipe him down. As you finished, you took a bottle of water and gave it to him. You saw him drink from it as you layed down next to him and took him in your arms. Both of you, falling asleep like this.

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Top!gn!reader, Dom!gn!reader, Bottom!Leona, Sub!Leona, genital described as a dick, breeding kink, belly bulge, degradation kink, edging, begging, hair pulling kink, asphyxiation, feminisation, anal sex, rough sex, biting, restraints, spit, kinda blood kink, kinda masochist Leona

“What the fuck did you just say?” You spat at him angrily. You looked like you were gonna tear him apart. Leona seeing this reaction to his words only got excited and he decided to add to it more. “You heard me. I should probably find another herbivore to fuck me.” As the words started to leave his mouth you slowly made your way to him not unlike a predator approaching their prey. Your pace, relatively slow but confident. Your face not showing any emotions. For the exception of your eyes, burning with fury. You continued your way around the table towards the sofa. “Seeing as you keep doing a bad job at it. Or maybe I should fuck them.” He continued still excited but progressively more fearful. He resented that emotion, you’re just a herbivore, he shouldn’t be feeling fear. You should be the one scared. He was the predator. As you arrived to him, on the sofa, you stopped in front of him. You stared  down at him and did not say a single word. You simply waited for him to say more. Either an excuse or provoking words. Not that either would change the outcome. 

Leona, seeing you not responding, started to realised that hat he was fucked. He really had done it. But he honestly kinda didn’t care. He was nervous but the excitement overbalanced it. He knew you were gonna get rough and he loved it. So he continued. “What is it? You know I’m right so you can’t respond. Is that what’s happening? I guess I really should go find someo-ack” Shutting him up by slamming your hand on his throat and starting to apply pressure. He really had the knack to make you angry. You applied pressure and pushed his head on the back of the sofa, while shuffling closer. “I knew you were a slut but, fuck Leona. It’s worse than I thought. Is that the only thing you can think of, getting fucked. Said all of this because you want me to fuck you, right? What a pervert you are.” Leona only grew hornier by what you were saying and your hand. He tried to shift a bit to relieve the ache in between his legs, but you quickly put a stop to it by putting pressure on it with your foot. Not expecting this he couldn’t suppress the loud moan that spilled out. He thought that you would move your foot a bit but was proven wrong. You just let it rest here and continued speaking. “See, you’re such a slut, moaning because of my foot. Well you know what Leona, I am gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to think of anything else than my cum in you. I hope that when tomorrow you won’t be able to walk correctly, you’ll know to think before speaking. Now be a good slut and shut the fuck up.”

You took your foot off him and pulled him up by the hand still on his throat and then quickly slammed him back down now on his front taking your hand off. Then forced his legs apart and stood between them behind his back. Wanting to see what you would do next, Leona turned his head to the side and demanded of you to hurry up. Seeing and hearing this you put your hand on his head and pushed it deeper in the fabric of the sofa while telling him “I told to shut fuck up you dumb bitch. Sluts are only good to be quiet and take what I give them.”   With your other hand , you reached to his front and started taking his belt off and brought it back to tie his hands with. You then opened the buttons of his shirt and shuffled it down. Looking at the bare skin of his back you started to kiss it softly at first. But you rapidly started to bite roughly, making him gasp in pleasure. You were tempted to bite him so hard he would bleed. And you did, tasting blood in your mouth was disgusting but thinking of the mark being left behind aroused you. Adding on to that the sound of Leona moaning, almost screaming really made this whole thing very dangerous. Pulling away from the wound, you saw the blood falling down his back. Leaving behind a trail of pink. You bent down to lick it off.

Continuing you let your hands roam around the expense of his front. You caressed all that you could reach. From his neck to his torso and his nipples that you twist a bit earning a groan out of him. You continued down his stomach and stayed there a bit, arriving at his waist you let your hands grip tight at it and really enjoy the feeling of it. Keeping your hands here, you moved closer to his ass. You pressed yourself to it and rubbed your dick on it. Leona feeling this but not satisfied enough, growled at you. Hearing this you immediately took strands of his hair and pulled hard while warning him to shut up or you wouldn't let him cum. The pulling got rewarded by a high pitched moan turning into whine after hearing your words. Satisfied you started to move your hands closer to his zipper and unzipped it. Taking his pants off him, you continued by brushing your fingers on his shaft covered by his boxers. Starting by circling his head then trail it down to his balls squeezing them a bit. Barely any pressure was applied frustrating Leona by the lack of contact. He decided to press forward onto your hand to get more of the friction. Or maybe you would get annoyed by him and really start to fuck him. But knowing his train of thoughts you let your hand fall off his shaft. Now awaiting Leona’s words and you quickly heard him say “No, fuck, reader, please just please i’m begging you just touch me, fuck me please.” Extremely satisfied with this for now but still surprised as you did not expect him to beg just yet. You put your hand back fully on him this time. Rubbing him through his boxers fully now and biting at his neck too. Your other hand came to his backside and rubbed the whole surface. Swiftly striking it once, then twice and thrice. Each strike brought a moan out of him but as you continued the moan got higher than the previous. Stopping to listen to his sounds, he was now breathing heavily and whining a bit too. He sounded delightfull, he was starting to sound wrecked. But it was only the beginning. 

You took his boxers off and grabbed hold of both cheeks. You kneaded the skin and pulled both of them apart. Your thumb started to softly rub his hole and tried to breach it. Not being able to, you knew you needed lube so you spit on his hole and started to push your index in. You slowly pushed it in, knuckle by knuckle;. You were able to fit the entirety of it. You the tried to slowly move it around. Following the other finger you tried one more and started to scissor him. In the meantime, his breathing started to sound much heavier and whinier. Now able to fit the third finger in, you purposely missed his prostate. Feeling Leona pushing back on your finger and truly whine now. To put a stop on this you struck his ass once on both sides. He screamed out a moan as his backside was now highly sensitive and stopped his movements. Now finished prepping him, you took out your finger. Behind him you opened your pants and took out your cock, spitting on it to lubricate it. You aligned it to his hole and pushed in quickly and just as quickly started moving, knowing he liked the pain brought from this. Leona moaned loud at this and bent his back more to make it hit prostate. You then took a hold out of his hair and pulled hard making him bent his back and rising a bit from the sofa. Bringing his back to your front and switching your hold from his hair to his neck and applied pressure. 

“Fuck Leona if you keep moaning like that I might just fuck a pup into you.”Hearing you tell him this really sealed the deal for him. He quickly cumed at the tough of you, filling him with cum and impregnating him. Cum spurted out of cock and hit the sofa. Your hips moving unforgivingly fast and hitting Leona’s sensitive ass in the process making his moans louder. Your brutal pace not stopping once and continued to hit his prostate dead on. All Leona could think now was your cock sliding in and out of his hole. He was gonna have your seeds in his hole and get pregnant. You switched your hold to him and you took your hand off his neck and put it on his belly. As you did, you felt a bulge there. Touching it a bit you realised what it was and told him ”Look slut, your so fucking small that I’m re-arranging your insides. I’m molding your insides with my cock.” Hearing this he looked down and saw it. His eyes rolled back and he now screamed. It made everything much more real. Feeling him tense up you knew another orgasm was coming. “Soon you’ll have my fucking kids in here. You’ll like that right slut. I’ll make you have my kids then I’ll fuck you again and again. You’ll have no time to think of others. I’ll never let you go. My own fucking slut, no one else.” With that Leona came hard on your cock splitting him apart. He screamed and tensed all over. Soon his whole body began shaking and you felt his hole squeeze around your cock. Feeling yourself come you quickly bite his shoulder hard and came in him. Coming down from your orgasm you felt him go boneless. You rapidly held him by his sides and took him off your cock. You tried to talk to him, but heard nothing. Realising he had fainted you set him on the sofa and took the belt off his hands. You then started to strip him and carried him to the bedroom. Putting him on the bed you left to get a rag, some water and some cream for his wrist. After putting the water on the nightstand, you wiped him down and applied a bit of the cream then put him under the covers. You stripped too, and layed next to him. Putting one of your arms around him and the other went in his hair, slowly caressing it. You finally slowly drifted to sleep.

Thank you for reading! Don’t hesitate to tell me if you liked it.

Dom!gn!reader, Sub!Xiao daddy kink(reader receiver), heavy praise, feminisation, a lot of nicknames, hickies, overstimulation, Vibrator, biting, just very pure

Xiao came for the first time tonight. His hands held tightly to the sheets, his back arching sinfully and his feet curling of pleasure. He slowly came down from his high, moaning and whining your name “Reader..thank you-aah..thank you”. The last spurt of cum hits his chest and calms down a bit.

However, he soon realised the vibrations had not stopped, they continued to torture him. He quickly tried pleading with you in hopes of you stopping “ Daddy..ahng..please I-I can't ahng..please I already came please” But you did not stop too engrossed in how beautiful he sounded begging. You wanted to hear him whine every second of the day, but sadly you couldn’t, so you turned towards what you do instead. You simply demanded one more from him“Baby, I know you can do it. Come on, you're doing so well already. You sound so fucking good Babygirl, Just one more, Ok?” Hearing this, he could only whine and prepared himself for several more minutes of this. 

Seeing no more protest from him you shifted from your place on the side right of the bed to sit behind his head, with your tights bent at the knee on either side of his head. You relaxed your back on the headboard, put your hands under his and gently removed his hold on the sheets, replacing it with your hands. He responded by immediately tightening his grip and moaning a bit louder. You knew he adored having you holding him, especially holding hands. He always found comfort from it in those moments of torture. As his second orgasm slowly approached you started to tenderly place small and very light kisses on his face. Starting from his hair, then his forehead, his nose, his cheeks and finally his lips. While constantly encouraging him and praising. “You’re so pretty like that Baby girl. You’re doing so good. Just let yourself go. Let all those pretty noises out. You know I love to hear you. You’re really my perfect little princess, right Xiao. Come one you’re almost there.” Your words only making him moan and whine louder. But your lips muffled all his pretty little noise. The kiss while very gentle and sweet on your side was much more desperate and messy from his.

As he felt himself slowly edging closer to his orgasm he ask hastily “Please, please, please..can I c-um..please..I don't-ahng.. think i can hold it..Daddy” Body already tensing in a very beautiful arch that made you want to just grab his waist and hold very tight in hope of seeing very pretty bruise all over it. But you held back, knowing now to not be the right moment. You responded to his request by accepting “You can Baby girl. You’ve been so good giving me one more. God, you don’t know what you do to me Xiao. You’re so fucking sexy right now. Here you go darling, just let go.” Letting go, Xiao tightened his hold on your hands, nearly cutting your blood flow. But you just continued to hold him. His back more arched than ever, his tights closing tightly and his feet digging in the sheet. Closing his eyes firmly, he threw his head back. The only sound coming out of him was a quiet whine that only seemed to grow as his orgasm neared the end. You continued the encouragement and praise helping him get through it. Slowly coming back to awareness, he could only whine and moan loudly with overstimulation seeing as you had yet to stop the vibrator. “Daddy..” he whined desperately, his body had yet to untense completely. Hearing his plea, you only cooed and responded “I know Honey, it’s a lot. But you can do it, right, one last time. Truly, this time. You just look and sound too good like this, how can I not? Be a good girl and give it to me.” Hearing this he only voiced more whines of “I can’t” and “Please” But he did not voice his safeword once so you continued.

Continuing your trail of light kisses to his neck, you passed by the underside of his ears and continued down. You started to suck hickies and closely behind you bit down, all over the free space. You wanted to see his neck marked with marks from you. You wanted others to look at him and only see traces of you on him. You wanted to yell to the world that he was yours. So you spend a long time littering his skin with red marks that would fade to a very pretty purple. Xiao, overwhelmed, could only try to push on your chest for mercy, but his strength was failing him. He could only express vocally how sensitive he already was “Fuck-Daddy..I can’t…anhg..I feel like im gonna die..pleease no more”. Sadly for him you did not listen at all lost in your own head about how beautiful he would look after all this. 

Satisfied with your work you then started your descent towards his nipples. Along the way you could not resist biting and sucking some more on his shoulders and collarbone. Lost in the pleasure, Xiao had abandoned all effort of protest in favour of simply moaning louder. You, now arriving at his small and pretty nipple, took one softly in your mouth and gently circled the nub with your tongue. Then came off to slowly breath air on it, hearing Xiao let out a very loud whine at this. You continued by putting more force in your action by biting and twisting it between your lips. Of course, not forgetting the other one, you took one of your hand still holding Xiao’s one and started twisting it. Xiao had truly stopped trying to stop and simply basked in the Pleasure of it all. 

As you heard Xiao’s moan becoming breathier and more frequent you knew you were approaching the end of it. As he once again started to beg for release you granted it to him and leaned back to look at him. You wanted to see him come undone. Seeing him not being embarrassed by your stare, too lost in his pleasure to be. Not forgetting encouragement and praise, you relished in the truly beautiful sight he painted right now. His tights closed so tight you could see the muscles in it started to shake and barely see the head of his small cock. He had crossed his ankles, curled his toes and had folded his legs higher on his body. His back still arched, but his arms tensing tried to curl closer to his body and you let him. His head was thrown back, his eyes rolled back and his mouth open in a silent scream. Watching him so lost in his pleasure pushed you over the edge and you came too. 

As quickly as both of your orgasm ended you cut the vibrator off and let it fall on the ground next to the bed. Xiao seemed lost in a daze and only came around several minutes later. He slowly looked up and saw you smiling warmly at him and telling him ”you did so good my baby. You were so good. God, look at you. You’re perfect, so fucking perfect for me Baby. I’m gonna clean you really quickly baby.” Yu tried to get him to release his hold on your hand to do as you said, but he only whined in protest “Baby I’m gonna need my hand, alright. You can have it back after.” He released his hold, but not without a bit of pouting. You then quickly but gently put his hand on the bed and reached on the nightstand to get the rag and the water bottle previously put here. You had to be very careful seeing as you only had one hand available but you managed. Finishing wiping him down you threw the rag next to the bed and tried to get him to drink water. Succeeding, you put the bottle back on the furniture and asked to move him “Baby, Xiao, I'm gonna have to let go of your other hand so I can move us around. I’ll do it as quickly as I can alright.” Completely letting go of your hand, Xiao let himself be manhandled on his side, higher on the bed. You then took some of your clothing off and moved to lay in front of him on your side too. You put the cover over you both and gave one of your hands back to him. He quickly latched onto it, brought it to his cheek and closed his eyes while saying “I love you” hearing this you responded warmly “I love you too Xiao” Finally, you put your hand on the small of his back and pulled him closer and closed your eyes too.

Thank you for reading! Sorry if there is any mistake this is not my mother tongue. Don’t hesitate to tell me if you liked it.

Hello

Hi, I’m Anba, I’m 20 and go by He/Him

MDI (but if you do, it’s not my responsibilities what you find)

I write NSFW stories with a Dom!Reader / Top!Reader and Sub!Fictional Characters. It’s probably always gonna be GN!Reader. And I do not write about real people.

I don’t take requests, because I don’t think I'll be able to be inspired. You can send me thirsts or ideas, I’ll maybe do a story about it if I like it, but do not get your expectations up.

I Like a lot of Characters and Shows so I can’t give you a list. But expect a bit of everything.

I Do not write: Watersports, Scat, Abuse, Ageplay, Race play, and violent and brutal things. Bottom or Sub reader? Threesome, Underage characters.

 Do not expect me to post a lot, I write when I feel like it. Please don’t copy to other sites. All in all, be respectful and enjoy. 

Is there a part two for I’ll never be like you?

I'll Never Be Like You

Part Two Part One

I think the way you said it was kind of stupid. The wording, I mean. Somehow, the way you used the term "submissive" in another context aside from sexual probably threw people off. Your point wasn't likely construed properly. In terms of a relationship, all you wanted was to be "the man", for lack of better phrasing. You had the strange desire for a boyfriend who would not only be ok with, but want you to propose. To buy him flowers and chocolate for Valentine's. You wanted to be the one to save him when he was in trouble, it's why you'd gotten so strong, after all. It was difficult to put that into words without sounding stupid, and your outburst certainly didn't help, as it was unplanned. Everyone in class thought you a nuisance now, you'd bet. Which is why you hadn't been to class in a while.

Your dorm room was locked. Three days, I think. Your eyes had been closed for just as long. Sleep was the only thing you could do. There was no way you'd be able to walk into class after what happened. Maybe if you'd come in the next day and pretended nothing was wrong it could have been played off. But you'd been in your room for too long. If you went back now they'd surely notice. They'd surely laugh.

Maybe you'll drop out instead

You'd slept for so long you'd caught a headache. At first you thought of sleeping it off. But you couldn't sleep with that much pain. You needed medicine, but students weren't allowed to keep pills in their rooms. Medicine was kept with Recovery Girl. Which means you'd have to leave your room. Which means someone may see you. Maybe you could just sleep it off. You closed your eyes and felt an immediate shock of pain.

You wouldn't be able to sleep it off.

Slowly, you crept toward the door. Pressing your ear against the wood, you attempted to listen for any footsteps. Kirishima walked by. Along with Kaminari. You'd memorized the footsteps of your classmates. Although Jirou and Momo were hard to tell apart. It was quiet for two minutes. You were checking your phone. The time had to be perfect. If you waited until five minutes someone would most likely be coming out of their room again. Three minutes was perfect. It had to be. Thirty seconds till. You began planning. Visualizing how you'd avoid the creaking wood beneath you. Ten seconds. You stood up, stretching a bit. Five seconds. The door knob, grab it. Slowly twist. You swung the door open quickly in order to keep it from screeching too loudly. Taking one step out and then..you felt something beneath you. It was squishy.

You looked down, met with a pair of sleepy brown eyes.

It was Uraraka.

Your entire body tensed, a horrified look on your face. Uraraka shot up just before you slammed the door in her face. Locked. And back to bed you went. The medicine surely wasn't worth it. Go back to your room. You pleaded, although you were sure she wouldn't. It was silent. Until, of course, she knocked.

"L/N?"

No. Go away. This is humiliating. She most certainly thought you were strange. You knew(thought) she could never actually like you. Especially not after all that's happened.

"I just...wanted to talk. I've been- we've all been worried about you. You haven't been to class in awhile." Well of course you hadn't. What kind of idiot would go back to class after saying something as stupid as 'submissive girlfriend'? What kind of backwards world would you be living in if you believed it was fine to do that? It was a spur of the moment thing. Brought on by harsh emotions. Uraraka must have been an idiot if she expected you to return after that. No, that's likely the mental illness talking. You don't believe those things about her. It's not fair to think something like that about her when you don't truly believe it.

"I think it's not good for you to stay in your room for so long. I must have startled you, lying out here. I'm sorry. Can I come in?"

You thought it best not to answer. You were sure she would leave eventually. This was a problem you would not face. Perhaps jumping out of the window would do well. You would grab onto each ledge on the way down. So you wouldn't be harmed. Would that work? Run away, go missing for....ever(?). Yes, you're sure that would be the best solution. You peeked out from under the covers, staring at the window.

You jolted up, however, when there was a sudden pounding on the door. It shook you as multiple hands began beating on the wood from different angles. It couldn't have been just Uraraka.

"We love you, L/N!!"

It was gradual. One by one you heard positive affirmation after positive affirmation. It grew louder and louder.

"Please come out so we can give you a hug!!"

"You better have been brushing your teeth in there!!"

"I'll never forgive you if you have a cavity!"

"Shut it! L/N's too pretty to get a cavity!"

That's not how that works.

Pieces of paper began to be shoved beneath the door. Shaped like hearts, stars, and rainbows. Hesitantly, you crept toward the door and picked them up.

"please don't change. I'd never forgive myself if I made you feel like you had to."

"I LOVE YOU"

"YOURE TOTALLY HOT"

"PLS PEG ME"

You've gotta be joking. This is so corny. More and more letters came in, crowding under the door. How could you keep them all? How could they all be true? Surely they were ly-

There was another one. And another. You couldn't think. They couldn't love you the way they claimed to. You couldn't have been as great as they claimed. The beating on the door stopped, but the verbal assaults(positive) continued.

"Please come out!"

"We miss hanging out with you!!"

"You still owe me a piggy back ride!"

This was too much.

"Let's be friends like we were before!!"

They couldn't mean all this

"Have you been training? Can I train with you?!"

How could they ever want to-

"We're still besties, right?!"

They must have been lyi-

"There's a new boba shop opening up! Let's all go together!!"

At one point it was incoherent. But suddenly, altogether

"We miss you, L/N!! Let's be friends again!!"

. . .

When did you start crying? You think it must not matter. What a headache you'd have after this.

You pressed your forehead against the door, sobbing against the wood. Sliding to your knees, your friends went quiet. Surely they must have hated you. They cared for you so much. How could you ask for anymore?

The best feeling in the world. You're sure it must be acceptance.

"I'm sorry." You wept

"I'm so sorry. I never meant to worry you. I never meant to-"

"L/N?"

. . .

You'd come to know him as the most accepting person there would ever be. Somehow, you found him trying to save even the villains. It could never be said that he'd given up on anyone.

That is the kind of person Izuku Midoriya is.

"It's been awhile. You've been in there for three days. I hope you've been taking care of yourself." His voice was calm and gentle. You soon realized you hadn't heard him speak from the very beginning. His voice was at your level. He must have been on his knees as well. "You made quite the mess back in class. Who do you think had to clean that up?" He laughed a little. "Still, I'm glad it happened. Maybe that's selfish, but I'm happy I was able to know you a little more. I know it must have been scary. I know it must still be. But I want you to know I like those things about you. Your confidence, how bold and strong you are. I've never known you to let those attributes get to your head. You've always been kind, since the day I met you." There was a pause. He smiled "Do you remember when we went on that mission together? It was tough, and at the end you picked me up and spun me around like we were getting married. It was so embarrassing, but I never said I didn't like it.....I'm sorry if I made you feel that way."

You recalled said mission. Along with picking him up. You noticed his red and uncertain features and put him down with a swift apology. He assured you it was fine, but he couldn't look at you without going red for awhile. You had taken it to mean something negative.

"Despite all that, I still want to be friends. Even if that's all we'll ever be. I'd never want to lose you, that would hurt too much." He went silent.

Uraraka had of course noticed the hints Izuku laid out. But she knew he still wasn't sure if this whole situation was about him. In fact he was sure it wasn't. That's why he refused to confess. He could never say such a thing while you were in this state. It was fairly obvious the two of you liked each other. Far more clear to Ochaco now that you told the truth.

She lost. This was it.

"So please. Please come out. I miss you. We all miss you. Let's be heroes. Ok?"

It took strength. Quite a bit, in fact, to stand up. But you did, and they all heard it. Izuku leaned back in anticipation, not sure if it was true. Slowly but surely, you unlocked the door. It slowly creaked open and there you stood. Wrapped in a blanket, looking at the floor, and still six feet tall.

You said nothing, but there was nothing to be said.

A blunt force slammed into you almost immediately. You stumbled back as the sheer force of your friends pulling you into a hug threw you to the ground. You were there for only a moment before they hoisted you back up and dragged you out into the common area. A large feast was almost finished being set up. Aizawa had evenly distributed food onto everyone's plate. Though the biggest plate was yours. Apparently, allegedly, and supposedly, Sero texted Mr. Aizawa to let him know they'd gotten through to you and the feast was on.

You were placed in between all of your friends as they welcomed you to take as much food as you wanted. They were quite close.

Izuku sat right next to you, encouraging you to eat. He clarified, though, that it was alright if you could only handle a little. He smiled that smile you loved so much. You were sure it would be ok. You were sure 'How Much Do I Hate Myself Today?' the gameshow you'd always found yourself the winner of, would be off the air for awhile.

(luckily, ive done you the favor of removing body odor from this universe. we all know you'd stink if I hadn't)

Slowly, you picked up your chopsticks and reached out for the first bite of food you'd had in days. Everyone noticed. They watched in silence. You took a bite.

"It's really good."

Ok so, here's the thing. I don't actually think I can write for Bakugou. I know he was on my writing list, but I just don't think I can do it. Writing someone who I perceive as a dom...being dommed...makes me uncomfortable. And I know, I know, "he's a fictional character" "we can perceive him however we want" alternate universe and such. But I have an aversion to that sort of thing, as weird as it sounds. I legitimately can't do it without wanting to cry. It sends me spiraling, so I'm sorry I can't.

If you sent me an ask for Bakugou, I'm sorry but please send it to someone else, as I can no longer fulfill your request.

Hero

Deku x Reader NSFW

A/N + Summary: Once again, my daydreams are getting the better of my day. So I figured I’d share one of the dirtier ones that’s been on my mind lately. 

Just imagine if One for All caused Deku to experience heat cycles. Then one day, the two of you were out(you’d tried to keep Deku at home, but his desire to save others often trumps out anything else, despite his never ending discomfort), and after a long day of hero work, the two of you had gotten on the train to head home. You knew Deku had been having trouble that day, and the way he clung to you definitely showed it.

Not proofread, sorry

Warnings: Mommy kink(alot of it, srry), sub deku, public sex, ahegao, handjobs on a train, t h i g h

ATR(About the Reader)

Reader is taller than Deku

Reader is a very high ranked hero

Reader is wearing a huge jacket(there’s a reason I promise)

Reader can’t make up her fucking mind

Reader is AFAB

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As bluntly as it could be said, the train was awfully slow. It seemed that way, at least. The crowd of people surrounding you and your boyfriend seemed to cause it to go even slower. An awful day for it to slow down, you thought, just as you began to feel Deku grow restless. You could feel his breath against you as he clung to you, face buried in your chest. His breathing was heavy. It was hard for him to distract himself when he was so close to you. Your scent enveloped him, the same scent he’d found himself addicted to, so it was no wonder he couldn’t stop himself from clinging to you. 

“Deku...” you whispered, though he could barely hear you “Deku...! You have to hold it together. I know it’s difficult, but please try and wait until we get home.” After awhile, just when you’d started to give up hope on him even hearing, he answered.

“I-I....I c-can’t...wa-want you...wanna...wanna cum for mommy...” he began to plead, starting to grind himself against your thigh “F-forgive me...I’ve been such a bad...boy today...” your heart squeezed, he must’ve been struggling so much “p-plea-please...forgive me...p-please...” his tongue fell out as he openly panted, growing needy for more friction against his strained cock. “Baby...you know we can’t, we’re heroes! Imagine if someone caught us...!” 

It was illegal...as far as you could tell(even for heroes of your status).

Still, you couldn’t help but want to assist him in some way. You looked around, then sighed. Your baby needed help, and you were a hero after all.

His hero.

And just like that, your thigh lifted up and pressed against his manhood, eliciting an immediate response. Izuku’s mouth opened wide, tongue sticking out as you began gently please him. His lewd expression amplified when he began to desperately rut into your soft flesh, taking your action as a go ahead. His eyes rolled back, and you pressed him against your body in an attempt to hide him.

You just had to go and choose a lover who couldn’t keep his vocals(or facial expressions) in check. Weirdo.

Almost immediately, he began to aggressively rut his crotch against your thigh. His mindless babbling continues of course

“F-fuck, s-s-so good mommy...please...please don’t st-ahHh-!” his face was pressed into your chest once again and(as if on instinct) he began to suck on the flesh that resided there. “S-so good...l-love you mo-mommy....wanna..wanna b-be a good boy for...for you..! Wanna cum...mommy...wanna cum for you...p-please..!”

“Shhh, it’s ok baby, mommy’ll let you cum, but you gotta be good and stay as quiet as possible, kay?” his cock throbbed at the chance of being good for you “Y-yes...I’ll be good..I’ll d-d-do my...mmMmy be-est...!” the boy had reached his high, burying his face in your clothing as his face morphed into the most lewd expression he’d ever made before. Izuku’s cock spurted into his boxers as his hips twitched and rolled against you, riding out his orgasm while he creamed all over himself.

The green haired boy wheezed against your frame, now coming down from an intense high. Possibly, the excitement of getting it on whilst on the train added to the excitement(it definitely did).

You figured you’d helped him calm down, and now he’d be able to wait until the two of you were home. That was, until he began to rut himself against you once more. “D-Deku...!” you whisper cried, this time a little more frantic “Listen, I gave you some leeway before but I’m serious this time! Please, try your best to hold out...!” his rutting continued, followed by many apologies “I’m so-sorry mommy...it won’t- it won’t stop...I-I..I can’t...!” 

At that point, you were far too nervous to let this happen. So you grabbed Izuku’s soft cheeks(the ones on his face, anyway), and gave him a look so serious it almost scared the heat right out of him.

“Listen, Deku,” you said, softening your gaze almost immediately, as if looking into those eyes of his was enough to crack your attempt at a solid exterior “I know this is tough..but we can’t do this here,” even though you just did “you hear me? We can’t. So please...please...try and hold on till we get home..” 

And then he stopped. He tried to at least.

He clutched onto you tighter than ever, holding himself still with a will he never knew he had. He couldn’t disappoint you. He couldn’t upset you. So he stopped.

Until he couldn’t. 

Until it hurt.

Small groans began to escape from him after about five long minutes, and you began to worry. “B-baby...? It’s ok, baby...we’re almost there.”

“I-It hurts...” he whispered. Your heart broke. He was hurting himself to hold out for you. Oh, Izuku. What a lousy hero you were, putting your public image above his needs. Above something about him that he had no control over. No, that was enough of that. Fuck that. Fuck the law.

You loved Deku. You’d do anything for him. You were his hero, after all.

You felt you owed him this much, so with haste, you unzipped your jacket and wrapped it around him. It was huge, so it’d work nicely. “Y-Y/N...? W-what’s...” he inquired, just as you pulled him flush against your thigh once again. “Don’t worry, baby. Just hold on and mommy’ll fix everything.” Izuku gasped, clasping a hand over his mouth as he subconsciously attempted to follow your order to stay quiet. 

It was hot. He was hot. Even moreso when you pulled out his cock and began to stroke it for all it’s worth. The bus was crowded, no one would know. You even considered getting down and sucking him off, but then, how would he stay quiet? As much as he could, anyway. 

You’re hands always felt like heaven to him, so he couldn’t help but cry out for you as you began to pleasure his needy cock.

“M-mommy...th-that’s...n-no..I ca-can’t- I’ll cum- I’ll cum a-again...!” despite his weak protests, the way he mindlessly fucked himself into your hand gave him away. “S-so...so good...Mommy’s so...a-ahHah..g-gonna...go-gonna lose my- m-my mind...so gooood~” He kept his head down so the chatter of the train, mixed with your jacket kept him somewhat quiet. When he gripped onto you, beginning to moan at staccato, you knew he was close. He was gonna cum again, and you knew, but you didn’t care. 

“M-mommy...! I-I can’t t-take it...! I’m gonna cum..! Gonna cum for mommy...gonna be a...a good boy...! Gotta cum...wanna cum...p-please! S-so good! Love you..love you..love m-mommy..!” You felt your heart swell at the honest confession, as well as him bucking into your hand. You watched as Izuku lost himself to you, forgetting about everything but you. 

“I love you, too. Go ahead baby, you’re such a good boy. Cum for mommy, ok?”

And so he did. Pushing his cock back into his hero suit, you used your thigh the rest of the way, assuming he didn’t mind the mess it would cause. You tilted his head up, crashing your lips into his as those beautiful green eyes rolled back once again, eventually closing. Izuku squealed against your lips, drowning in ecstasy until finally, he began to come back down

Until

It moved again. Your thigh. His whimpers began again as well, overstimulated. You wanted to relieve him to the best of your ability. 

You weren’t done.

One more time.

You know,

FINISH HIIIIMM

Like they say in those fighting games. 

Your thigh pushed against him once again, making it much harder for him to control himself. Poor baby hadn’t been able to calm himself down. His hips bucked against you, moans stopping and starting with each thrust. “O-ohHh, f-fuck...mommy...can-can’t..! M-my hips won’t st-stop..! So g-good...a-amaz-zing...” Tongue out, eyes back, full ahegao. At this point, he’d gotten on his tip toes to keep the friction going. And you were right there with him, egging him on.

“Good boy. That’s right. Such a good boy for me, cum lots okay?” 

and he did. 

“M-mommy...can-can’t! I-I...ahHhAh- I-It’s gonna- Oh, fuck. I’m...I’m cumming...I-I’m cumming...cummingcummingcummingcumming...I-I...!” 

And then he was quiet.

And then he broke.

You zipped your jacket up higher, as to cover his head, pressing him against you as hard as possible. He screeched. Screamed. He couldn’t take it. His tongue hung out, and he practically vibrated against you.

It was enough to cause the passengers to look around. Luckily, the only opening on your jacket was the one that allowed for your legs, so most of his sound was directed downwards. And when you looked around all confused as well, the passengers were none the wiser.

despite the obvious buldge in your jacket and probably the light smell of cum but like who cares this is fanfiction and logic doesn’t exist

And then, finally, it was your stop. But Deku wouldn’t move. Then you realized.

He’d passed out!

Luckily you were strong, so you hoisted him up and hurried out, making sure to unzip the top of your jacket so he could breath. You sped home, ignoring fans and trying to lay low.

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Izuku’s hair fluffed up when you removed him makeshift bed you’d unknowingly created for him. You laid him gently against the bed, unzipping his hero suit to deal with the first issue. It was revealed to you then. And it was nothing short of...

Disgusting.

But alas, not all heroes wear capes. Some wash clothes. So as easily as possible(and without gagging) you peeled the suit off of him. Hurriedly, you took it off and got to wiping your lover down, careful not to wake him. Once that was finished, you went to take care of the suit you ruined. And once that was done, you were done. Except you weren’t.

When you finally got back to your room you realized you also had to clothe Deku. Of course, this would only be the case had you not found him awake and on his stomach, flashing that plump ass toward you. 

“Mommy...?” he called “I love you~” the green hero shook his ass teasingly, peering back at you with those eyes you’d fallen in love with so long ago. 

Whew, boy. Who knew being with the number one hero would be so much work?

Well you were his hero, after all.

𝕀𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕦 𝕄𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕪𝕒(𝔻𝕖𝕜𝕦) 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

                          Angst (🗲)

                          Smut ( ❦ )

                          Fluff ( ☁ )

                          Art ( ✎ )

🎕┈┈┈┈🎕❂⋯❋ ------✰------ ❋⋯❂🎕┈┈┈┈🎕

☆|Tail|☆ .................. Bunny! Midoriya x Reader ( ❦ )

☆|Mommy|☆ .................. Midoriya x Tall! Reader ( ❦ )

☆|I’ll Never Be Like You|☆ .................. Midoriya x Dom! Reader (🗲)

☆|Deku Likes Your Uniform|☆ .................. POV Deku x Reader ( ✎ ) ( ☁ )

☆|Hero|☆ .................. Heat! Deku x reader ( ❦ )

☆|Good Boy|☆ .................. Deku Porn  ( ✎ ) ( ❦ )

I’ll Never Be Like You

Deku x Reader Part Two

A/N + Summary: This might be long, and it might be two parts. Most notably, this is simply a vent. My Maladaptive Daydreaming keeps bringing this thought back to me. I hate it, it keeps reminding me of truths I wish weren’t truths. But, you didn’t really come here to hear about that. 

This fiction encompasses my own hatred of my failure to fit into societal norms. 

I am(if not already apparent) fully and completely aware of the fact that only a driblet of people experience this sort of insecurity, and despite me calling the reader one, I myself am a weirdo. I understand that this is quite possibly the least relatable thing I will ever write. But, since adding this small portion to this blog, I’ve stopped thinking about this as much, which is a win win for me. 

A proper summary would go something like this: 

Uraraka had always been the type of girl who didn’t realize how amazing she was. How beautiful she was. How normal she was. Normal, compared to society’s standards. Somehow though, she’d found herself threatened by you. In the least aggressive way you can take that word, anyway. You, despite knowing your shortcomings(meaning, your likelihood of ending up with him), flirted with Deku on the regular. She didn’t know your feelings for him, and assumed you didn’t have any (seeing as you hadn’t made any moves, despite your obvious flirting), so she found herself frustrated by you leading the poor boy on. After the feelings welled up, she decided she’d confront you, though it didn’t go well at all.

Inspiration: https://youtu.be/fC3Pif6iTlk  

ATR (About the Reader)

Reader is AFAB

Reader is taller than average(about 6ft+)

Reader has a muscular build(Like Mirko, ya know?)

Reader’s physical strength rival’s that of Bakugo

Reader prefers to be dominant in all aspects of a relationship

Reader might have depression

Reader wishes they were normal

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The evening had been calm.

Currently, you were in the kitchen, preparing your meal for the next day. Excitedly you had done so, as Midoriya and Todoroki had come back with fresh groceries and some of the best snacks you could have asked for. Most if not everyone was getting ready for bed. Of course, there were exceptions like the night owls, Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, Jirou, and Ashido. You hadn’t expected Uraraka to be awake, though. Even more so you hadn’t expected her to approach you at such a time. It was late, the two of you weren’t exactly the best of friends, and you knew very well that the two of you shared a crush(whether or not she was aware of this fact was something you hadn’t known), to put it bluntly, it didn’t make for the best combo.

“L/N?” She began. Her voice was small, as if it had been caught in her own throat whilst trying to escape “Can I ask you something?” Subconsciously your hand sped up, packing your lunch slightly faster than before. 

“Yeah, what’s up?” followed by silence. Had she forgotten what she wanted to ask you? How awkward, though you can admit most guys would have found her shyness adorable. Had you already added that to the list? Metaphorical list, you hadn’t actually made a list of the things she had that you only wished you did. 

“Um, I just wanted to ask you,” she’d shaken you from your thoughts, thank goodness, you were seconds away from spiraling “Do you...have feelings for Deku? It’s- It’s alright if you don’t want to...answer. I-I was just wondering! B-because...”

“Why do you ask?” Seemingly annoyed, you cut her off. Instead of sending you spiraling, Uraraka had managed to fire right into the one topic you hated thinking about. Not that it was her fault in any way. Your triggers aren’t her problem. “I’m not sure that’s much of your concern..” somehow, you’d managed to bring yourself back down, cooling off just as fast as you’d managed to heat up. 

“You flirt with him quite a bit. I was just wondering since you never actually asked him out...to my knowledge, anyway...” Up till now, Uraraka had fixated her gaze to the floor, holding her hand to her chest. She‘d willed herself not to look at you “So I assumed you had feelings for him.”

“And if you’re wrong?” It was a bad response, what you should have said was ‘What if you’re right?’ 

No idea what willed you to say that shit. Weirdo. 

“Then...” her hand fell, now finding refuge at her side. It had now been clenched tighter than before, her frustration building “..you’re just cruel. You shouldn’t lead him on like that, and you know it.” 

You’re lunch was done by now, perfectly packed and neat despite your inner turmoil. With a sigh, you closed up your lunch box and turned to leave. Uraraka wasn’t having any of that “That’s not fair to him, L/N! You know what you’re doing is wrong!” And she was right. At least from her own list of assumptions. If they had been correct, she’d be completely in her right to tell you off. But the things she clung to as facts, they weren’t. They were nothing more than assumptions that didn’t have enough backing to be taken to court. And for her to treat them as if they could have been, when she knew next to nothing about you..

It was somewhat annoying.

You, however, didn’t really want to dwell on this much longer. 

“You don’t know anything about it. So you shouldn’t speak on it.” 

An attempt to cut things short. 

Futile.

“I don’t mean any disrespect, L/N, but if you keep treating his feelings like they don’t matter...”

You stopped walking, mildly intrigued. And she continued.

“I’ll have to stop you by force.”

It was interesting, given the circumstances. Uraraka had to know her chances were low. She stood just over 5′1 as compared to your 6+ feet, and her build wasn’t much to write home about strength wise. If you were making a doujin, however, she’d probably beat you out. This wasn’t a hentai, though, and your physical strength alone could have easily put her down for the count. A bit of Gunhead Martial Arts wasn’t going to change that fact so easily.

“Sure. Whatever you say.”

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To make a long story short, you’d paid her warning no mind. Despite knowing it was futile, you couldn’t help but indulge yourself in praising Izuku Midoriya as always. He’d walked into class and you once again followed a routine you had begun a few days prior.

“Hey, Deku! You look so beautiful today.” 

You called it out from your seat, and watched in amusement and adoration as he burst into flames, despite you having complimented him in a similar way before. He sputtered in that cute way he always did, mumbling and falling over his words. Poor thing still wasn’t used to being told that he was gorgeous. 

Eventually, he’d managed a frail ”T-t-thank you...y-yo-you t-too!” before rushing to his seat. He’d covered his head with his arms, blushing furiously as he greedily allowed himself to drown in the compliment.

You really had fallen for the boy. He was far too cute. But not just that, he had the kindest soul you’d ever had the pleasure of being friends with. You knew, however, that he’d never feel the same. Not with the way you were. Not with the way you’d chosen to be.

Uraraka, who had walked in with Deku along with Iida, was none too pleased with this statement. Maybe, if she’d known that it was genuine she wouldn’t have minded. She would have simply watched with that soft gaze of hers. Staring on, allowing Deku to find happiness with whomever he’d chosen. She would have buried her feelings, held her tongue, closed her mouth, had she known that you truly loved Midoriya.

But she didn’t.

Instead she believed that you had no feelings at all. Found some sick pleasure in toying with his emotions. She very well could have left it alone. Closed her mouth while the one she loved was pulled by a string that would surely lead him off a cliff. Cut so easily and without a care. She couldn’t allow it. She wouldn’t let you play with him like that.

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As it had happened many days before, All Might found his way to Midoriya during lunch. The two had left right as lunch began, the first two to leave. The first two to miss it. 

Aoyama, who sat back in class to eat(the food hurt his tummy) had no intention of getting up, though many of the students began to make their way out of the class. The majority of them stopped, though, when Uraraka spoke up. Her annoyance had built up far too much. 

“Do you really think any of this is funny, L/N?”

As opposed to the day before, her voice was clear. It rang throughout the room with confidence. It reached the ears of classmates who had already made it outside of the classroom. They’d made it a point to look back, rerouting in order to witness the commotion about to ensue(though, they had no idea this was the case, of course).

You had been on your way out of the room, and turned around to face her. You’d almost forgotten the conversation you had the night before. Forced it out of your mind so as to not send yourself into another episode of “How Much Do I Hate Myself Today?”. A game show you’d always found yourself the winner of. 

You were the only player, though..

“You really are treating this like a joke. It’s just some game to you, isn’t it?” A scoff found its way to the brunette’s eardrum. “You know nothing about it.” a repetition of the phrases spoken the night before “So you can’t speak on-” 

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” As if a new found fire had been lit under her, she picked her head up, staring into your eyes with determination that rivaled that of the Sports Festival. “I won’t... I won’t stand by and let you keep this awful act up, L/N! If you really care about him at all, you’ll stop!” 

A single foot was propped up on her desk, like she was readying herself to jump, to leap over the desks separating her from you. To sock you in your face. To knock you out, to do something. Uraraka couldn’t help but wonder though, was this the right choice? Was she doing the right thing? She couldn’t have known. All she did know was that she couldn’t stop herself. Not anymore. And especially not with you egging her on like you were.

“Stop me, then.” 

That was as much as it took. She was fast, leaping from desk to desk. She’d only used one foot to change direction each time, which allowed for almost no time to think. Quickly you’d pushed Jirou out of the way, kicking up a chair to use as defense. Ochako gripped onto the legs of the chair, protecting herself as she shoved you with her foot, pulled the chair away and threw it to the opposite side of the room.

Wait, who was in the right again?

It didn’t take long for Kirishima and Ashido to run out of the classroom. 

All Might, he’d fix everything. He’d stop this. He had to. He was All Might, after all. They’d found him in his lounge with Deku as normal. He seemed all too calm before he’d seen the panicked looks on his students’ faces “All Might, Deku! Come quick!” the two cried.

Tch, snitches.

By now, the room was a mess, desks thrown on their side and not a single student stopping the two brawling in the middle. A few phones came out. For evidence, of course. 

You’d barely taken a scratch as opposed to Uraraka who’d been covered in bruises. Her fire failed to subside, and she took her opportunity to grasp the upper hand when you stepped back, tripping over a pencil so carelessly left on the ground(it was likely, however, that you’d knocked it down when the two of you were throwing desks). 

A simple stumble was all it took for her to be on you. Uraraka leaped forward, hands placed firmly on your shoulders as you toppled over.

You hit the ground.

It was now you could clearly see the rage on her features. Her hair was disheveled, her lip was bleeding and tears formed at the corner of her eyelids. 

“You’re nothing more than a coward! A spineless, coward!” 

She was wrong.

“How dare you even for a moment pretend like his feelings don’t matter! How dare you treat him like he’s everything, yet feel nothing?!”

It wasn’t true.

“You…! Why you..!” she’d raised her fist, and for a moment you considered letting her beat you senseless. Wasn’t it what you deserved? You’d let her believe you didn’t care about Deku at all. If you’d just been honest, this could have been avoided.

But you’re not nice enough to let her pummel you just to blow off some steam. If she didn’t understand, you’d just have to explain. 

Uraraka slammed her fist forward. You even gritted your teeth, ready to counter. This blow never came though, as a familiar hand gripped onto the wrist of the girl above you, pulling her back. 

Speak of the Deku.

“Uraraka, stop it! Calm down!!” A familiar voice, along with a face to match emerged. Not that you really cared though. Swiftly, you jetted upwards, rage pumping through your veins. Your intention had been to fire back. To hit her in some way though, your attack had been intercepted as well. Two large hands(likely larger than your face) wrapped around your own forearms. You made an attempt to fight against them, but it was futile. “Calm down, Young Lass, there’s no need for violence.” But you didn’t hear him. Uraraka didn’t either, her assault continued

“Spineless!!”

“Coward!!”

“Wicked wench! You can’t do anything but toy with the emotions of those around-”

It was your foot. Luckily, she’d been in range so the toe of your sneaker could properly clobber her from below. The sound had rang out clearly, along with her own grunt at the impact.

“Keep your mouth shut!!”

Suddenly it was your turn to speak.

“You know nothing about it!! Who are you to tell me how I feel?! You have no idea how lucky you are! You have no idea how beautiful you are! You have no idea...how normal you are!!” 

It was silent for a bit. 

“I would give anything to be like you! To be shy, easily flustered. To be short and cute. To be so...wanted.” They started to flow. The oceans pent up by the dam of your own pride. They’d spilled over at that one word. It was all you’d ever wanted. For someone to want you. “I can’t believe you ever felt even the slightest bit threatened by me. It’s comical you ever believed that I even so much as stood a chance with him! Nothing I say to him matters and it never will because he’ll never look at me the way he looks at you. I’ll never be the perfect girl the guy can save when she’s in trouble. I’ll never be the girl who fits so well into society’s standards! I’ll never be the submissive girlfriend that every guy wants!! You shouldn’t even so much as glance at me because I’ll never be as perfect as you are!!” 

All Might’s grip on your wrists loosened as his face softened. Deku stared at you with those round pools of green you’d fallen in love with so long ago. A concerned look that would have stabbed you straight through the heart had you been paying him any attention.

You weren’t though, instead you locked eyes with Ochako, who’s eyes had been wide with shock and a hint of sadness.

“I do love him, Uraraka. But none of that will ever matter,”

With that your arms were set free, along with the waterfalls now streaming down your cheeks.

“Because no matter how hard I try, I’ll only ever be me. I’ll never be like you.”

You kept your head down, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. 

You trudged out of the classroom, silently.

 No, you’d never be like her.

NSFW

Have you guys seen Koakuma Kanojo The Animation(it's a hentai)? Imagine something like that, but the reader and her boyfriend🤔.

Like she watches this cursed DVD and it gives her a dick and her boyfriend comes in and she's all horny and shit and she fucks him and fills him with cum in order to break the curse.

Too weird? Ok. I'll get back to writing, my bad.

So I want to write a character who has Tourettes Syndrome. Can I do that, without having tourettes myself?

I want to be as accurate as possible, and I also don't want to offend anyone who has Tourettes. Does anyone know anybody that has tourettes? Or does anyone have tourettes that can help me write my character in a way that isn't offensive or hurtful towards those who have the condition? Thanks so much!🥰

POV: Deku likes your uniform👀

Wow jeez I'm so sorry I passed away for months at a time. But when I came back we-

👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁

Damn. THANKS MUCH😚😚

I'm gonna keep working on the requests you guys have given me, so thanks for being so patient!

Maybe the “other guys” they are talking about are the boys of class 1-a or the bakusquad

I am so sorry, my brain isn't working properly. So, if the "other guys" refers to Bakusquad, is this still an x Reader? Are we doing like, Bakusquad x Bakugou? Is this romantic or platonic? If it's romantic, am I doing Bakugou x every person in Bakusquad? Or maybe the entire Bakusquad is in a polygamous relationship? Or if it's supposed to be an x reader, am I doing Bakugou x Reader and bakusquad would tease him because he's being needy to the reader?

Verdict: head confused. thoughts jumbled

Can you do like a Bakugou one where he’s loud and needy and then the other guys tease him about it lol

🤔🤔🤔🤔 I'm kinda confused...who exactly are "the other guys"?

Please stop making assumptions when writing fanfictions

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Hi. Yes, Hello. Nice to meet you, the name's Nixon. Normally this wouldn't be something I'd do, but damn does this one thing irritate me. Now, I'm not stupid. I am very aware of the concept of minorities and majorities. But even so, it still mildly irritates me when I have to actively ignore certain parts of a fanfiction when they:

Assume my height

Assume the length of my hair

Assume my breast size

Assume my skin color

Assume my weight

Basically, assume anything about me.

When writing fanfiction, you're not writing about yourself(unless you are, then it's a self insert fanfiction and should be stated as such). It just baffles me how many times I've had to actively tune out the parts of fanfictions where they say "he/her/they bent down to kiss you" or "you leaned up to kiss him/her/them". Like, maybe I'm 6 feet tall.

And it especially confuses me when they do this with characters like Shoyo Hinata and Yuu Nishinoya, who are very short (Shoyo being about 5'3, and Nishinoya being about 5'2). Who knows, maybe I like shorter guys. Maybe I want to be taller than them

About the minority and majority. I understand that in the majority of relationships the boy is taller than the girl. I understand that most times, the girl wants to be protected by the boy. I am aware that alot of the times, girls might have longer hair. But that's what makes fanfiction so great in my opinion. Societal norms have no effect! You can write about anything! So it frustrates me when nothing I'd like to read is available.

I LOVE Deku, but in basically every fanfiction I see of him, he's "becoming a man" or "showing a more dominant side" or "fucking you senseless because you called him cute and he wants to put you in your place" and my dominant ass is over here like: 😰😰🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️🚶🏾‍♀️🚶🏾‍♀️

I just wish there was more of something me and my dom friends could enjoy.

I just wish fanfiction was more neutral, and less assumptions were made about who the reader is, what they like to do, what they look like, you know?

Sorry for the rant. I just felt like releasing some thoughts I'd had on my brain for a little bit. That's all I wanted to say. Thanks for listening :)

- Nixon

Midoriya with a Tall S/O

Warnings: NSFW at the end, Dom Reader, Sub Izuwu, Mommy Kink

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SFW

•Izuku never had much of a problem with you being taller than him

•Even when Kachaan tried to tease him over it, there was no effect, he was far too content just with being by your side

•It didn't matter where he was, as long as he was with you, nothing else mattered(that doesn't have anything to do with your height though🤭)

•Although he seemed flustered and embarrassed, he really loved it when you hugged his waist from behind.

•Extra points if you lean down and kiss his neck

•Even extra if you lick him there

•Deku actually loved being picked up by you, despite him covering his beet red face and the babbling that would become of him.

•Since you're taller, he enjoys benching you as well, like a form of training.

•Lifting you up and down, which had you giggling. This in turn made him happy as well.

•It might be a little harder though, since he also asked you to keep count. Through laughing, it could be difficult. Do your best!

•"67...68...69...70...hehe...*giggles*"

•"Y/N, what number was that?"

•"Oh! I um...uhh....90...?"

•"Y/N..."

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NSFW

•He loves sitting in your lap when you touch him

•He also likes having his legs spread wide for you, knowing that you're gonna suck his cock while he's completely open and vulnerable to you is too hot for him to handle

•If you jack him off while he sits in your lap he'll be cumming in no time. Assure him that noise isn't an issue, he'll lean his head back and cry out to the heavens

•Ride him. Please. If youre the super curvy type(whether it be small waist and big boobs and thighs, or just alround big, which are both beautiful) he'll love it if you ride him(this is not to say that he won't love it even if youre not the curvy type, as he definitely will). Deku loves to be covered in you, your scent, your skin pressed against his while he's beneath you. Please do it

•Hold his hand as well, even if you're having sex, simple gestures such as hand holding are lovely for him

•I'm not sure what this sex position is called, so I'll do my best to describe it

•Without a doubt Deku would love to lay in your lap and suck on your breasts while you pump his cock. He does have a mommy kink, after all.

•Deku sucked your nipples with the utmost excitement. He would moan while doing so, adding extra pleasure for you. He looked up with pleading eyes as you pumped his cock with the most loving smile on your face.

•"Does that feel good, baby?" You asked, jacking his cock quickly as pre cum dribbled from the tip.

•"Y-yes mommy, please don't st- ah!" He closed his eyes, fondling your other breast, trying his best not to cum. Although it wasn't certain he would receive punishment for cumming without permission, he knew he would be granted a reward and lots of headpats and cuddles if he held out and waited for his mommy's permission.

•Soon enough, you noticed him holding out, and smiled down at him, licking your lips. "You're such a good boy, waiting for mommy." Deku moaned his appreciation, the praise causing his cock to throb. He loved being your good boy.

•"I-I'll be good for you, mommy..I'll d-do my be-est~!" Clearly, holding out was getting tougher by the second. More moans fell from his lips as he desperately sucked on your nipples. You soon decided he deserved his reward

•"You've been so good for me, baby" you praised, running your fingers through his hair "You don't have to hold back anymore." Deku looked up at you with joyful eyes, face flushed with tears welling up. Quickly, you grabbed a fistful of his green locks and yanked it back, knowing he loved it when you pulled his hair. "C-cumming...cumming!!" Izuku allowed his tongue to fall out, eyes crossed as he spurted cum onto your hand and across the bed.

•He twitched and fucked into your hand as he rode out his orgasm.

•Soon he collapsed, burying his face in your chest.

•"I love you, baby...you did amazing~" you cooed, and Deku smiled against your skin. He looked up at you with loving eyes and a sleepy grin

•"I love you too, mommy."

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Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (11)

Remember when I said chapter 11 will be out next weekend, one month ago ? I am a liar, but you guys have to forgive me.

Warning: cursing (?)

Tags: Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Pack! X fem!Reader ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; smut eventually ; fem!Reader ; afab!Reader

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The routine settled over the pack. Bakugo’s gaze was still locked on Todoroki, a quiet blaze simmering behind his crimson eyes. His nostrils flared as he exhaled sharply through his nose, muttering a curse under his breath. Then he turned on his heel and stomped toward the kitchen while the floor creaked under the weight of his steps. Only then did Izuku realize he’d been holding his breath. He hadn’t known what to expect, an explosion, maybe. A barked insult. A demand, raw and unfiltered, tearing through the tension like Bakugo always did. His blonde mate had come dangerously close to snapping more than once in the past few days. Izuku had seen the storm brewing behind his eyes, but he understood. Bakugo wasn’t just angry. He missed him. They all did.

It had been less than a month since the incident, but it felt like an eternity since Todoroki had really looked any of them in the eyes. Since their fingers found each other in the quiet, without needing words. Sometimes they didn’t speak at all. Just sat like that, fingers laced, listening to the distant sounds of life moving around them. And every time Todoroki’s thumb rubbed small, absent circles into Izuku’s palm, it made something bloom behind his ribs. Gentle, deep and steady. He missed that. He missed the way Todoroki’s smile started small, barely a twitch of the lips, and then slowly bloomed. He missed his mate’s scent too. Even that had changed.

It used to be crisp, like the first bite of winter wind. Sweet golden honey layered over frostbitten berries. Now, it clung to the corners of the room in an unfamiliar way. Weakened. Clouded and Muddied. The sweetness had gone stale, eaten away by something bitter and wrong.

Despite being lost in his reminiscence and thoughts, Izuku caught movement from the corner of his eye. Kirishima was hovering near Todoroki. He stood there for a moment, then, gently, he stepped forward and hesitantly, he reached out, offering a gentle pat to Todoroki’s shoulder, with an expression armed with an encouraging smile. It wasn’t much. The touch was clumsy, uncertain and somewhat awkward. But it was kind, it was sweet, simple, and Izuku felt his chest warmed at the sight of it.

Though, Todoroki didn’t react, didn’t lean in the touch. The hand on his shoulder might as well have belonged to a ghost. Kirishima’s hopeful smile faltered, his brows pinched slightly dejected by the quiet rejection as he withdrew his hand. Not with anger or frustration, just defeat. He lingered a second longer in the room, then pulled his hand back and walked away, retreating quietly to his room.

Almost an hour later, Izuku was still staring blankly at the corner of the coffee table when Bakugo’s voice cut through the apartment.

“Dinner’s on the damn table!” Bakugo yelled from the kitchen.

Izuku moved without thinking to the dinner table, guided by habit more than appetite. He slipped into his usual seat at the table, and a moment later, Kirishima walked in, dragging his feet and sat without a word. But no sign of Todoroki coming.

Bakugo waited exactly thirty seconds before gritting out, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Sandals thudded against the hallway floor as he left the dinner table. A few seconds passed. Then the sound of footsteps again, two sets. Bakugo returned with Todoroki in tow, gripping his wrist in a firm hold. He dragged him to the table and sat him down in a chair, and shoved the waiting plate in front of him with a hard clatter.

“Eat,” he snapped. His gaze said the rest: Don’t you dare fucking leave.

Dinner didn’t get any better after this small « commotion ». It was stir-fried beef and vegetables over rice. Nothing fancy. The kind of meal Bakugo threw together on autopilot. It smelled good and tasted even better, savory, filling, beef and vegetables coated with a delicious garlic soy sauce, but the tension hanging over the table turned every bite into a lump down Izuku’s throat, even more when he noticed that Todoroki only picked at his plate.

Eventually, and thankfully, a part of him thought, plates ended up emptied. Except for Todoroki’s, which still looked mostly untouched. Bakugo loudly put down his chopsticks, and stood suddenly, scraping his chair back with a screech. He picked up his plate and everyone’s but Todoroki, and put them in the kitchen sink.

« I’ll do the dish kacchan. » Izuku said as he got up of his chair but he was stopped in his tracks.

« Sit your ass down Deku. » Bakugo responded without looking back.

Quickly the sound of water and clattering plates filled the silence around them, no one at the table moved. Todoroki was looking blankly at the wall, still distant and cold while his food was also turning cold. Izuku didn’t dare move after Bakugo told him to sit down, and Kirishima was just sitting there, arm crossed, lost in his thoughts. The moment was broken when after a couple of minutes, Bakugo spoke up again.

“I’m done. We’re going out. »

Izuku blinked. “Wait—what? Out? Where? Right now?”

“You heard me,” Bakugo replied. “Get your gym stuff. You too, shitty hair.”

Kirishima hesitated. “I don’t really feel like going out, man.”

“I wasn’t asking.” Bakugo’s voice didn’t rise, but it hardened. “Grab your bag. We’re going.”

Izuku stood slowly, brow furrowed. “Are we training? Or—”

“Stop asking questions, Deku. Just go get your stuff »

Bakugo turned back toward the table, eyes locking on Todoroki.

“What about you?”

His tone shifted. Still hard, but undercut with something else. Not quite hope, but expectation. A challenge he didn’t expect to be met. Daring Todoroki to give a different answer than the one they all expected him to give. But his icy hot mate didn’t even lift his head as he replied.

“You guys go ahead,” he murmured. “I’m too tired.”

A pause followed. Bakugo stared for a beat, his jaw clenched tight, then he scoffed and turned away, before walking out of the dinner room.

Izuku crouched beside Todoroki, speaking softly. “Eat a little more, okay?” he said, brushing a kiss to his cheek. “And try to rest. I’ll check on you when we get back.”

Todoroki only offered the smallest nod as a response, then Izuku rosed to his feet and went in his bed room . His gym bag was already packed and waiting by the door.m so he just slung it over his shoulder and returned to the front door, where the others were getting ready.

Gymn bags by their sides, Bakugo shoved his shoes on while Kirishima, by his side moved slower with his head down and tugged his hoodie over his hair before crouching to tie his laces. Izuku followed their lead and put his own shoes own.

The three stepped out into the cool hallway, and the door clicked shut behind them.

A sharp chill clung to the night air as the pack, minus one, headed to the car. Bakugo climbed into the driver’s seat without a word, slamming the door hard enough to make the whole frame rattle. Izuku barely had his seatbelt on before the car lurched forward, tires squealing slightly against the pavement.

Katsuki’s grip on the wheel was white-knuckled, his jaw clenched tight as he glared straight ahead. Every time they hit a red light, his fingers tapped out a sharp, impatient rhythm, punctuated by low curses muttered under his breath. The tension radiating off of him was suffocating.

Kirishima sat silently in the backseat, hunched toward the window, his reflection ghosting in the glass. The weight of the past few days still pressed heavily on him. Normally, he’d be the first to crack a joke or throw on a playlist, something loud and chaotic like Raise Your Flag by MAN WITH A MISSION, already queued up to blast through the speakers. He’d sing along loudly, grin and say something stupid like “You have to feel the music in your gut, man!”, and their blonde mate would told him to fuck off with his own matching grin. But tonight, he said nothing.

Izuku sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He wasn’t sure what Bakugo had planned, but right now, anything was better than whatever they were doing these days.

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The gym was dimly lit when they arrived. The stale stench of sweat clung to the concrete walls, mixing with the metallic tang of oxidized iron and chalk dust. The air was thick with a heaviness that settled deep in the lungs. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, their inconsistent glow casting jagged shadows along the floor and across the rows of reinforced training equipment designed specifically for heroes. Multi-ton treadmills, weighted dummies, resistance fields, climbing towers, everything here catered to quirks, to extremes, to bodies like theirs. In the back stood the fighting ring, scuffed and battered from years of use. Another perk of the job. Izuku knew this gym like the back of his hand. It belonged to the agency him and Bakugo’s worked at, a shared space for all its hero’s with unlimited access. He had trained here, bled here, pushed himself to the brink here but tonight, it felt different. More charged.

Bakugo didn’t speak. He just made a beeline for the locker room, his boots echoing off the concrete. Kirishima and Izuku still followed him without a word. When they returned, changed and dressed down in gym clothes, Bakugo was already in the ring. The ring’s padding creaked beneath his boots as he rolled his shoulders and adjusted his gloves.

The second Kirishima stepped within range, a pair of gloves flew at his chest.

“Put ’em on,” Bakugo rasped.

Kirishima caught them mid-air with a surprised blink. “Don’t we need to warm up, or—?”

“I’m warm enough. Get in the ring.”

Kirishima hesitated only a moment before nodding, stepping between the ropes with a quiet sigh. Izuku hung back, settling near the edge of the ring, his arms crossed. Kirishima squared up in front of Bakugo, falling into a fighting stance with all the enthusiasm of a man going through the motions. His shoulders sagged slightly, his feet were planted on the mat. Bakugo, however, looked like he was seconds away from lunging.

“Ready, shitty hair?”

“Yeah,” Kirishima answered, voice dull. “I’m good.”

But "good" didn’t land the first punch.

Bakugo did. He shot forward like a missile, closing the distance in a single heartbeat. His fist collided with Kirishima’s guard, and the impact echoed through the room like a gunshot. Kirishima stumbled, boots dragging along the mat, barely absorbing the hit before crashing into the ropes.

“Slow,” Bakugo spat, already moving again.

Kirishima retaliated on reflex, swinging a solid right hook, but Bakugo dipped under it, ducking in close until their chests nearly touched. Then, with a grunt, he shoved Kirishima hard, sending him staggering backwards again.

From the edge of the ring, Izuku watched the scene unfolding in front of him. There was nothing playful about this spar. Bakugo was provoking Kirishima, prodding at some bruise beneath the surface, poking the red bear.

“You think holding back makes you a better person?” Bakugo’s voice cut through the air like a whip. “You think it makes up for anything?”

Kirishima’s eyes flashed, something sparking behind the tired haze.

Bakugo sneered. “Pathetic.”

Izuku saw it then, the flicker in Kirishima’s pupils, the way they sharpened, darkened. He was tracking Bakugo’s every move with predatory precision. And Bakugo knew it. He was feeding off it. Smiling, not just with amusement, but with anticipation.

“Come on,” Bakugo growled. “You hit that doctor harder than you’re hitting me. What, are you scared now, Eijirou?”

That did it.

Kirishima lunged, his entire body surging forward. The ring trembled under their combined weight as they collided. His fists came down in a storm, slamming into Bakugo’s guard over and over with raw, unchecked force. The sound was sickening, flesh on flesh, gloves on ribs, elbows scraping against sleeves. But Bakugo didn’t back down. He grinned, wild and unhinged, accepting each hit like a dare. Kirishima’s next punch missed, and Bakugo seized the opening, ducking low, elbowing him in the ribs, then gripping the back of his neck and yanking him into a brutal knee to the gut. The red hair choked, spit flying his lips, but he didn’t go down. He stumbled, bared his teeth, and charged into Bakugo, lifting him clear off the ground before slamming him into the mat. The sound was an echoing thud, and Izuku flinched involuntarily. They grappled, limbs tangled, sweat pouring down their skin. Their bodies moved in instinct and rage and something dangerously close to desperation. Neither wanted to stop. Neither could.

Izuku’s breath caught in his throat. There was something raw in it, something primal, like watching two storms collide. Each hit carried more than muscle. Every punch was part of a silent conversation. Bakugo’s lips were pulled into that terrifying, twisted and hot smile. Kirishima’s hands trembled, not from fatigue, but from the violence he was no longer holding back. And Izuku, well Izuku could feel it in his bones. The weight of it. The heat. The air was thick with sweat and pheromones, a heady, electric blend of rage and desperation and something primal. Bakugo's spice, sharp and biting. Kirishima's musk, warm and unrelenting. It clung to Izuku’s skin, mixed with the metallic tang of the gym until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. It hit him like a punch to the gut too. Dizzying. Almost sweet. Almost too much. His mouth went dry. His skin prickled.
God, it was intoxicating.

In their fight, once again,Bakugo gained the upper hand. He flipped them, slamming Kirishima onto his back and pinning him with a forearm across his collarbone. He winced, gasping, sweat glistening on his flushed face while Bakugo hovered over him, panting, chest to chest heaving, legs tangled together. His voice was low, and rough.

“There you are,” he rasped. His eyes burned, not with anger, but something sharper. Hungrier.

Kirishima sucked in a shaky breath, wide red eyes matching the blonde. “Fuck,” he breathed, the word cracking on his tongue.

Bakugo didn’t move immediately. He just looked down at him, face and knuckles bruised, his sharp teeth threatening to break into his skin. His body pressed even harder on his, almost crushing him with his weight. In response, Kirishima shoved him off with a growl, already rising to his feet, still not satisfied and craving more.

Izuku swallowed hard, his pulse drumming in his ears. He hadn’t moved the whole time. It wasn’t just a fight. It was hunger. It was yearning.

And god help him, it was hot.

So, it took me way longer to work through this chapter than I expected. I don’t know why; this was such a pain in the ass 😭

I feel like it’s been 10 chapters of everyone feeling bad for Todoroki, and I need to move on. Thankfully, it shouldn’t be long before I’m done with it. There are probably only two more sick Todoroki moments left, and very soon Bakugo will have his own POV chapter. I’m not really sure if I can call it a POV chapter, though.

I hope you guys enjoy it! I read a fic that did dialogue differently than I usually do, and I decided to try mimicking their style. Is it better than before, or not? I think I like it better this way. I also really tried to give you all a sense of what pack life was like before the reader, so I know it’s getting long, and maybe you guys are getting impatient to see the reader again. But trust the process! I feel like I need to make sure the pack feels like they have a real relationship on their own before introducing the reader to them.

Unrelated, but let me know what you all think about the characterizations. I don’t want them to feel too OOC, but I also want to try new things with them.

As always, criticisms are welcomed

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

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Love your writing pretty

keep up the good work💗

Thank you so much for your support! I’ll use this ask to tell y’all that, yes, I am a lazy bitch, guilty as charged. But I just finished Chapter 11!

I even have a title for it: "An Empty Seat at the Table."

I just need to post it on Tumblr, add the tags, update my taglist, and write my author’s note at the end.

I tried something new with this chapter, and it’s longer than usual, around 2.5k words, I think. By the way, does anyone knows if it’s possible to save your tags so you don’t have to manually add them every time you post something ?

Anyways, this time I am serious, so dead ass serious. Learning to Belong chapter 11 is coming out in less than 24 hours.

Found learning to belong a while ago and I've kept coming back to re-read it, I'm super happy you're still working on it! It's one I'm fine waiting for! I love beta reader and how you wrote them!

Thank you anon, this is the first time someone sent me a question like that !

I wish I could be more regular, but I have an habit of basically writing a whole chapter then I just have to rewrite it again and again until I feel ok about it. Now I just don’t have time to do it bc of uni but I’ll guarantee you (and I am being fr), if I am dropping this fic I’ll announce it. But it’s not going to happen bc I really like it and you guys like it too, so no way I am leaving my first fic as an orphan.

With that being said, I am happy you like beta reader. No shade to any other fic writers bc I love them so much, but I feel like often the readers seem to blend into the same person and I am trying to make mine different. I want reader to feel like a real character, with a messy personality. Little spoiler but she isn’t getting over Kirishima breaking her nose anytime soon 😭, she is petty like that bc no way you are going to let a mf punch you in the face like that and one chapter later you tell him « it’s fine, you meant well ». She will hate his ass fr 😭

Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (10)

So it’s been a while, huh? I think the beginning of the year crashed into me like a bulldozer, and I wasn’t in the mood to write. Well, I did write, but everything looked like shit from the butt. But at last, I managed to push through it. I tried something different with the writing here, so I hope it’s better than my previous work. Enjoy!

Tags: Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Pack! X fem!Reader ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; smut eventually ; fem!Reader ; afab!Reader

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Izuku truly wished they could put this whole incident behind them and move on. He had hoped that once Todoroki sent an email to the hospital director—a carefully worded, deeply sincere apology addressed to Doctor L/N and the hospital, sent the day after his failed attempt at apologizing in person— would lift some of the weight off Todoroki and Kirishima’s shoulders. That soon enough, things would settle, and the pack would be back to normal.

But from the moment Todoroki first told them what had happened, Izuku had a bad feeling. He knew that Todoroki going to the hospital alone to apologize was the right thing to do, but there had been something in Todoroki’s eyes, a sharp glint of excitement that didn’t sit right with him. And when he’d returned home that night, he’d found him on the couch, motionless, his hand buried in a bowl of peach slices and his fingers sticky with juice. His expression vacant, and absent. Kirishima hadn’t been the same either. If anything, after hearing about the failed apology attempt, he had gotten worse. Somehow, a single alpha, one Izuku had never even met, had managed to throw his entire pack into chaos.

Rationally, he knew it wasn’t the doctor’s fault. If anyone was to blame, it was his mates. But the whole situation was so strange, so frustrating, that he couldn’t help understand how the hell they had ended up here. He’d tried to ask Todoroki about the alpha, about you, but all he got was a name, and something about the way Todoroki said it made him hesitate to press any further. When he turned to Kirishima, he got even less. The redhead had been too angry that day to remember much at all. All he recalled, a few days later, was an unfamiliar fruity scent mixed with Todoroki’s before he broke the door open.

Now, three days had passed, yet the air in their apartment only grew heavier. And Todoroki—Todoroki was hardly there at all, more shadow than man. He spent most of his days asleep, and when he was awake, he barely moved, barely spoke. Just sat there, eyes fixed on the wall with an hollow expression, as if he were somewhere far beyond their reach. He wasn’t eating either, at least not enough. He’d claimed to have no appetite. The only thing Todoroki had asked for—had eaten without hesitation—was peaches. Not just a few, but an almost absurd amount, day after day, like he was possessed. He would sit there, silent and distant, methodically working through bowl after bowl, as if peaches were the only thing tethering him to reality. And the strangest part? He never seemed satisfied. No matter how many he ate, it was never enough. Since when did Todoroki even like peaches this much? Izuku had no idea and he was getting weird out by the sheer amount of peach’s pits in their trash can.

Izuku had tried to get him to eat more, something other than just peaches. He tried a soft approach, casually suggesting he add something else to his plate, like rice or any protein, just to balance it out. But no matter how he went about it, Todoroki refused every time, just shaking his head and mumbling that he wasn’t hungry. Kirishima’s attempts weren’t successful either, he had brought home soba from Todoroki’s favorite spot, but Todoroki only took a couple of bites before pushing the bowl away. Katsuki couldn’t do any of the gentle approaches. He had yelled, scowled, and was a breath away from shoving food down Todoroki’s throat. But none of it worked. It was like trying to start a fire with wet wood—Todoroki just sat there, blank-eyed and distant, completely unreachable.

It was a mess. A complete, exhausting mess. And if Todoroki was worrying him to death, Kirishima wasn’t far behind.

At least he was still functional—he still ate, still spoke, still went to work—but there was something off. He was quieter, his usual warmth dulled at the edges. Kirishima was their glue, the one who lifted their spirits and held them together when things got rough, but ever since they failed to get through to the hospital—failed to contact you—he hadn’t been himself fully. The only response they had gotten to Todoroki’s email was a generic, automated reply, and that had done nothing but add to Kirishima’s guilt.

Izuku sat on the couch, his laptop on the coffee table while he absentmindedly tapped his fingers against his knee, his thoughts running in circles.

This wasn’t the first time Todoroki had been reckless. Beneath that calm exterior, he could be just as stubborn as Katsuki and him, even rash. But this? The complete detachment, the disregard for his own well-being, the strange obsession with a single food ? It wasn’t just a quiet withdrawal from his pack, It was like he’d stopped caring about himself completely. And that’s worried Izuku to death. He felt sick and helpless, and powerless. Why is this happening? His thoughts spiraled, fast and frantic. Was there something we missed? Maybe he’s just really tired and it will all get sort out ? But this isn’t like him. He’s shutting everyone out. Izuku’s chest tightened. What if I can’t fix this? What if it’s already too late? His mind kept racing, as it always did, with no answers, just more and more questions.

The coldness from their mate reminded him too much of their early high school days, when Todoroki had been a boy made of ice, all sharp edges and frozen shut doors. Izuku felt like the bond they shared had frayed, leaving him disconnected, adrift, as if though he was fading from their grasp.

The pieces didn’t add up. Frankly, the more he thought about it, the stranger it became. How had a simple visit to the hospital turned into this? What exactly had happened in that room? Izuku couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something. And when he felt like that, he did what he always did—he investigated.

He started with the hospital itself, combing through their website, news articles, and patient reviews. Most of it was clean. No major scandals, no malpractice lawsuits, no patient complaints that weren’t immediately resolved. Still unsatisfied, he called the hospital again, this time pushing harder for answers but all he got was a meeting with the director of the hospital tomorrow afternoon which was better than nothing.

After that call, something clicked. When Todoroki came back home, he’d been in heat—and Kirishima had stayed with him through it. But it had been early, too early. The pack tracked their cycles meticulously, they had to. If all of them ended up « indisposed » at the same time, and a high-profile villain struck, it would be a disaster.

This wasn’t just odd. It was wrong, he thought. There has to be an explanation for this.

And so, he dove into research again, scouring medical papers, forums, even the more questionable corners of the internet. At first, all he found were the usual causes—stress, sudden hormonal shifts, pack mates, environmental factors. But none of those fit. None of them explained why Todoroki’s heat had hit him so randomly. And then, buried under layers of medical jargon and old case studies, he found it.

It was possible to induce a heat. Not naturally, not safely, but with the right mix of drugs, it could be done. Hospitals wouldn’t do it legally, of course, but the medications required for it? They weren’t rare. Every one of them could be found in any hospital.

Did someone do this to him? His heart hammered in his chest, just imagining this possibility. The thought alone made his hands tremble with anger. Alphas abusing omegas were not rare, and doctors abusing their patients were even less rare. It disgusted him to think Todoroki and Kirishima were beating themselves over this incident when the doctor was responsible after all. No, just potentially responsible. He couldn’t know for sure but part of him was already certain that this was the explanation.

As Izuku scrolled through paper after paper on this drug, the apartment remained still allowing him to fully soak every information he could find online. The low hum of the heater was the only sound breaking the silence. It was just him and Todoroki tonight, though he hadn’t seen his mate since morning.

But then, footsteps.

Todoroki stepped into the living room, his movements slow, mechanical. He didn’t acknowledge Izuku, didn’t even glance in his direction—just crossed the space and sank onto the couch with a quiet, exhausted sigh. His posture was loose, almost boneless, but there was no real relaxation to it—just the weight of someone running on empty.

Izuku’s fingers hovered over his laptop. He hadn’t even realized how much time had passed, how deep he’d buried himself in his research. Outside the glow of his screen, the apartment was already dark, save for the dim light spilling from the his pc. It was late. Later than he’d thought and he probably start to make dinner for tonight.

Izuku still remained sited on the couch though, seeing Todoroki like this—so empty—only made his anger burn hotter and made him stop his tracks. But he forced himself to swallow it down. He couldn’t afford to lash out, not when he still wasn’t sure. He had to wait for tomorrow, when he’ll have the meeting with the director.

One way or another, he was going to get answers.

Izuku shut his laptop, fingers lingering over the lid. He didn’t want anyone finding out about this—not until he had proof. But before he could fully gather his thoughts, the sudden bang of the front door swinging open, followed by the unmistakable rasp of Katsuki’s voice, nearly sent him jumping to his feet.

“The hell is it so damn dark in here?” Bakugo grumbled, irritated as he flicked on the lights.

Izuku blinked at the sudden brightness, squinting as his blond mate strode inside with Kirishima trailing closely behind.

“Hey, I thought you guys had night patrol,” Izuku said, glancing toward the clock hanging on the wall. They weren’t supposed to be home yet.

“We did,” Bakugo responded as he tossed his keys onto the counter. “Something came up, someone covered for me.”

Kirishima didn’t say anything at first. He moved past Bakugo, arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the back of the couch, his gaze flickering toward Todoroki. Checking on him.

“My agency had an emergency downtown,” he finally said, voice lacking its usual warmth. “A villain attack turned into a rescue op. They needed extra hands for search and rescue. By the time we were done, they gave me my evening.”

Izuku hummed in acknowledgment, but his attention drifted to Katsuki, who hadn’t moved from where he stood. His gaze was locked onto Todoroki, sharp, expectant.

Waiting

But Todoroki didn’t react. Didn’t look up. Didn’t even acknowledge any of them too.

Just nothing

Bakugo grumbled something under his breath before heading into the kitchen with anger in each step.

I hope y’all enjoyed the chapter! Chapter 11 will be out soon, and we’ll get a Bakugo POV soon too. I wanted to focus on the pack dynamics before the reader enters, and there’ll be more of that next chapter. I think it’s important to show the established couple’s bond, so yeah we’ll get a lot of it and even more after the reader come in the picture.

Doing a taglist is a too much work omg, no wonder most people don’t do it nowadays. On one hand I like that it hard bc that’s mean so many people want to keep up with my fics that I ended having to tag many people, on the other hand this lowkey discouraging me from posting bc I know I have to update the list every time 😭

This is such a fake ass problem to have, I am self aware.

As always, criticisms are welcomed

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

09 <- 10 -> 11

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So good news, I am done with chapter 10. I just need to edit it and then I’ll drop it tonight.

I struggled writing it so much, and I didn’t know where to end it but I finally got it. Other good news, this chapter was initially around 4K words but I ended up cutting it into two chapter, so chapter 11 is mostly done too. So I shouldn’t take a nearly 3 months break anymore. I hope you guys are still interested in this story. See y’all later !!!

Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (09)

Alright, merry Christmas everyone ! A bit late but still. I don’t have anything to offer to you guys. I can activate my anonymous ask if you guys want to ask me questions about the fic, I won’t say anything that’ll spoil the story but if any of you have a question. Why not ?

Warning: cursing (?)

Tags: Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Pack! X fem!Reader ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; smut eventually ; fem!Reader ; afab!Reader

08 <- 09 -> 10

Masterlist

Taglist

Izuku left his appartement troubled the day Todoroki’s "confessed" to them what really happened at the hospital. He’d spent the morning buried in his work at the agency he shared with Katsuki, hoping patrols and incident reports would quiet the uneasiness settling inside him. But it lingered, clouding his thoughts.

It wasn’t anger, not exactly. Or at least, not just anger. Frustration, maybe. A weight of uncertainty pressing on his chest, mixed with a bitter taste of jealousy he wasn’t proud to admit. He understood. He did. He knew how overwhelming a bad heat could be for an omega, how it could strip away all logic, leaving them at the mercy of your instincts. He’d been there himself, and he’d rather break every bones in his body than revisiting some of those awkward, clumsy high school’s memories. Though that knowledge didn’t make it easier to imagine Todoroki in that vulnerable, desperate state, reaching out for a stranger. The thought twisted in his chest. It wasn’t that Izuku doubted Todoroki’s love or loyalty. Absolutely not, years of shared struggles, laughters, near-death battles, and quiet mornings filled with kisses and affection had since long dispelled his old fears of being abandoned and not being enough for his pack. But imagining Todoroki like that, with someone else, left him haunted by the question: What if Kirishima hadn’t come in time? It had clung to him all morning, feeding his uneasiness. Again, It wasn’t about mistrust, he trusted Todoroki with his own life, it was about the helplessness of it all. He hated that his mate had gone through something so overwhelming and difficult, and he hadn’t been there to help.

By the time lunch rolled around, the weight of his thoughts was too much to bear. Izuku found Katsuki in the breakroom, halfway through his usual homemade lunch.

“Kacchan,” Izuku began hesitantly, sliding into the seat across from him and opening his own lunch box.

Katsuki paused mid-chew, his sharp crimson eyes narrowing recognizing the worried look in his mate green eyes . “What?”

Izuku poked at his food, his appetite nowhere to be found. “It’s about Shoto.”

That got Katsuki’s attention. He set his chopsticks down with a deliberate clink, leaning back in his chair with a sigh.

“What about him? You still hung up on the hospital thing?”

“I’m not ‘hung up,’” Izuku said quickly, though the defensiveness in his voice betrayed him. “I just… I don’t know how to feel about it. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“You’re overthinking. As usual.”

“Kacchan, I’m serious. Please.”

Katsuki studied him for a moment, his sharp gaze softening just slightly. “Are you mad at him? You know he wouldn’t have done that if his brain wasn’t heat-fried, right?”

“No, I’m not mad at him. Maybe a little,” Izuku admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I’m more mad at myself. This whole thing is just so… weird. And maybe if I’d noticed he was going into an early heat, none of this would’ve happened.”

Katsuki clicked his tongue, leaning forward. “You’re not a damn mind reader. The half-and-half bastard didn’t even know what was going on with himself. Yeah, it sucks, and I don’t like it too, but you can’t stop every little thing from going wrong before it happens.”

Izuku frowned, concern flickering across his face. “I know, but I’m still really worried about him. Didn’t he still look… off this morning? I can’t shake the feeling that he’s not okay.”

“Of course, he’s not okay,” Katsuki snapped, though there was no real bite in his voice. “But that’s why we, you’ve gotta talk to him instead of sitting here stewing in your own damn head like a dumbass. You wanna fix this? Go home and deal with it. No point in worrying all day about it, focus on what you can do now and do it.”

Izuku nodded in response.

“You’re right. I just—thank you, Kacchan. Really.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes but didn’t pull his hand away when Izuku reached out to give it a quick squeeze. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get all sappy on me.”

He held Izuku’s hand for a moment before pulling free, grabbing his chopsticks again.

“Now shut up and eat,” Katsuki added. “I didn’t bust my ass making lunch just for you to waste it.”

Izuku smiled, the tension in his chest easing just a little.

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By the time Izuku got home that evening, the weight in his chest had eased, thanks to Katsuki’s words lingering in his mind. Tonight, it would just be him and Todoroki—Kirishima and Bakugo were out on night patrol so they wouldn’t be back before later in the night.

The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the heater. As Izuku stepped into the living room, he spotted Todoroki on the couch, sitting cross-legged with a bowl of peach slices perched on the armrest beside him. He looked up briefly when Izuku entered, his lips twitching into a faint smile. But it didn’t reach his eyes—just polite, and anything but genuine.

“Hey,” Izuku greeted gently, as he studied Todoroki’s face. The jealousy and frustration that had gnawed at him earlier felt distant now, the only thing left from his emotional turmoil was concern for his mate.

“Long day?” he asked, moving closer.

Todoroki shrugged, picking up a peach slice from the bowl.

“Not really. Just tired.”

“Tired how?” Izuku pressed, sitting beside him. “Post-heat tired, or… something else?”

There was a pause, just long enough for Izuku to notice the way Todoroki’s fingers tightened around the edge of the bowl.

“Post-heat tired,” he replied, but his voice was clipped and dismissive.

“You went to the hospital to apologize, right? Did you see her?”

Todoroki stilled at the mention of the hospital. His whole body froze, and his gaze dropped to the floor. The air between them grew heavy, and the silence that followed was thick and uncomfortable, making Izuku regret his words almost instantly.

“I went,” Todoroki murmured eventually, his voice so low Izuku almost didn’t catch it. “But she wasn’t there.”

“Well… that’s okay,” Izuku said carefully. “You can try another time. Or maybe write her a letter to the director’s hospital directly so he can arrange a meeting?”

Todoroki didn’t respond, his posture unusually stiff. Normally, Todoroki’s silences were comfortable, but this one made Izuku worry even more as his green eyes flicked to the bowl of peaches, then back to his mate.

“Peaches ?” he said, trying poorly to lighten the mood.

“I bought them after going to the hospital,” Todoroki replied flatly, popping another slice into his mouth without meeting Izuku’s gaze.

Everything felt off. Even Todoroki’s scent was wrong. The usual freshness and sweetness of frozen berries and honey was tainted with something sharp and sour, a bitterness that made his nose itchy and worried his omega. His omega instincts screamed at him to do something, to reach out, to comfort his mate.

“Shoto,” Izuku said softly. “If something’s bothering you, you can tell me. You don’t have to deal with it alone.”

Todoroki’s gaze flickered toward the window, his expression unreadable.

“I’m fine,” he said, but the words lacked conviction.

“You’re not fine,” Izuku said, his voice steady but gentle. He gave Todoroki’s knee a light squeeze. “But I’m here, we are all here so whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”

Todoroki’s breath hitched, his shoulders stiffening. But for the first time tonight, his blue and grey eyes met Izuku’s.

“I just… what I did was wrong. It wasn’t just the heat. I couldn’t think straight and someone got hurt because of me.”

“Shoto…” Izuku’s chest tightened.

“It doesn’t matter if I wasn’t myself,” Todoroki said bitterly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I still did it. I should’ve been stronger. I don’t even understand how I could just lose control like that. It’s never happened before.”

“You’re not immune to your instincts, no matter how much control over them you think you have.”

Todoroki’s jaw tightened, his gaze shifting to the floor.

”I hurt someone, Izuku. That’s not something I can just excuse because I was in heat.”

As he faced Todoroki, Izuku remembered Katsuki’s words from earlier that day, and found himself offering a similar piece of advice to his mate. The green and orange pair unknowingly working together to support their mate.

“I’m not saying it excuses anything. What you did was wrong, and you know that. But beating yourself up over it won’t fix anything. What will make a difference is taking action—doing what you're already trying to do: owning up to it and making it right. ”

Slowly, Todoroki leaned forward, letting his forehead rest against Izuku’s shoulder, as if the weight of it all had finally pushed him down. Izuku didn’t hesitate, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him even closer. Todoroki felt tense under his touch, and something told Izuku there was more than just guilt. Something deeper, but for now, he didn’t push. He held him tighter, letting his mate feel the steady warmth of his presence.

“Can I have some peaches?” Izuku murmured after a moment, his second attempt at lightening the mood that night, but, as always, he never gave up.

Todoroki huffed softly, the sound almost like a laugh. “No.”

Izuku smiled at the sound and tried to grab a slice of peach anyway, but Todoroki moved the bowl out of reach.

“Wait, seriously?”

“I’m eating them all,” he said matter-of-factly, though the corners of his lips twitched upward, hinting at a playful smile.

“I didn’t know you liked it so much.”

Todoroki shrugged. “I never cared for peach, but I’ve been craving them lately.”

Hey guys, I didn’t update on Sunday like I planned, and I don’t think I’ll manage a second update today either (sorry about that 😭). In my defense, I did try, but I can be lazy sometimes and I didn’t like the first version of this chapter. This chapter ended up shorter than I wanted, and I struggled writing it. I’d love your thoughts on it, in fact I need it for this chapter (Izuku, the dialogue, characterization...). I am not happy about it but I don’t think I can improve it anymore. I won’t make any promises I can’t keep, but let’s hope the next chapter is longer. After the holidays, I should be free, so Chapter 10 will be out next week!

As always, criticisms are welcomed

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

08 <- 09 -> 10

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Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (08)

It’s been a while everyone, how have you been? Good I hope, final season is officially over for me, so I’ll go back in my usual schedule.

Warning: cursing

Tags: Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Pack! X fem!Reader ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; smut eventually ; fem!Reader ; afab!Reader

07 <- 08 -> 09

Masterlist

Taglist -> if you want to be tagged on the next update

The first day after the "incident" had been spent curled up in bed at your apartment, feeling like a prisoner awaiting their inevitable sentence. You half-expected the police to burst through your door at any moment, Red Riot at their side, ready to un-break your nose all over again. Maybe even Shoto Todoroki, wrapped in a Mylar blanket, pointing at you and shouting, “That’s the one, officer!”

Anger pulsed through you, searing and relentless. Each time you closed your eyes, memories ambushed you. Shoto’s desperate pleas, Kirishima’s glare brimming with fury, the sharp sting of your broken nose. The rage felt alive, coiling beneath your skin, hot and suffocating. Sleep was a distant and impossible dream. Every time you thought you were drifting off, your mind screamed at you, reminding you just how utterly fucked up this whole situation was. You had replayed the scene over and over, thinking about what you could have done differently. Fantasies of smashing Red Riot’s nose into an unrecognizable, never seen before, shape shape danced in your head. You had cursed yourself for not slapping common sense back into Shoto Todoroki’s head the second he started his « alpha alpha » bullshit. Sure, as a doctor, you understood how bad heat could cloud someone’s judgment and his was so absurd it bordered on mockery. Alpha ? You ? Yeah no. You had accepted your beta sentence years ago. Still you were too furious to listen to your inner doctor self.

The rage still burned beneath your skin, raw and unrelenting, until it felt like shards of glass grinding against your skull. Every furious thought made your head throb, the ache bleeding into your nose, your jaw, your very core. It was suffocating—too much. So, you forced it down, swallowed the anger and shoved it deep into the pit of your stomach. You were so tired. Your body ached, heavy and fragile, ready to collapse under the weight of it all. Eventually, stillness crept over you, your body sank even deeper into your bed and finally sleep came.

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The piercing sound of your ringtone jolted you awake the next day. You groaned, threw the phone across the room, and buried your head under the pillow. The hospital, no doubt. You could already imagine their cold, painfully professional and clipped voice stripping away years of sacrifice and dedication: “Your license has been revoked as a result of gross negligence and inappropriate conduct toward a patient. You are no longer permitted on hospital premises.” The thought made bile rise in your throat. Not yet. You weren’t ready to hear it.

Muttering curses, you dragged yourself upright, only to be startled by the loud growl of your stomach. Hunger clawed at you, and for the first time in days, you had a problem you could actually solve.

"Alright," you mumbled to the empty apartment. If this was your last stretch of freedom before the cops came knocking, you might as well enjoy it. So you ordered everything: Italian, Vietnamese, Chinese. Thankfully, the food arrived quickly. You might have felt a twinge of guilt for the overworked delivery man, struggling to juggle all your bags in one trip—if you had the energy to care. Instead, you handed him the payment, mumbled a quick thanks, and hurried back to the table, arms overflowing with paper bags and boxes. It was a feast. Too much, by any reasonable measure, but reason had no place here. It was pure indulgence, but in your situation, indulgence couldn’t possibly be a sin. It was a necessity—the final wish of a professionally dead woman.

The first bite was salvation. Rich, greasy cheese melted on your tongue as the thick crust of the pizza gave way beneath your teeth. The bánh mì’s savory pork and tangy pickled vegetables paired perfectly with the glossy noodles of the stir-fry. Every dish brought its own moment of glory, and you ate with reckless abandon, savoring every bite until you couldn’t. The dull ache in your nose and jaw faded into the background, drowned by the sheer joy of taste.

The hospital called again and again, but you put your phone on mute after the third call. The whole place could burn down for all you cared. Right now, none of it existed—not the hospital, not the broken nose, not the rage—just the food and the blissful emptiness in your mind. You ate and napped all day long.

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By the third day, something shifted. You woke up later than you had in years, sunlight streaming through the half-closed blinds, its warm glow painting the room in the late-afternoon. It hadn’t fully hit you yesterday, but now you realized—for the first time in forever—you had nowhere to be. No patients waiting for you, no charts demanding updates, no surgeries looming over your schedule.

You’d always loved your job. Truly, you had. You took pride in every life saved, in every crisis averted by your hands. But as you lay there, sprawled across the mess of your unmade bed, you couldn’t deny the comfort of a morning like this. Maybe, just maybe, everything would be fine. This wasn’t the end of your life but rather the beginning of a new chapter. You could see it now: you, working in a small and quiet café with cute uniforms and friendly customers. Surely, being a waitress couldn’t be harder than being a doctor, right? The image of yourself laughing as you served pastries in a adora black-and-white uniform brought a fleeting smile to your lips. An easy little life, far removed from all of this.

The rest of the day drifted by in unapologetic laziness. The mental picture of café life faded as you succumbed to hours of mindless scrolling—movies, Twitch streams, YouTube video . It all blurred into a soothing, numbing stream of distraction. You laughed at the dumbest jokes, cursed fictional characters for their stupid decisions, and fell asleep at random intervals, with your phone slipping from your grasp. You had leftovers from yesterday which you didn’t even bother to reheat them. You just ate straight from the containers, curled up in bed.

Every now and then, your thoughts wandered back to the incident: Kirishima’s furious glare, Shoto’s desperate eyes. The bitterness rose, bitter and acrid, but you shoved it back down each time. What was the point? There was no one to confront, no resolution to be had. Besides, a one-hour video essay on some obscure game you’d never played and probably never will, seemed far more appealing.

The day passed in a haze of nothingness. And as night fell, a quiet thought crept in: maybe unemployment was your true calling after all. This aimlessness.…wasn’t so bad, was it? At least, that’s what you told yourself. Over and over again that day.

This chapter is shorter than I initially planned, but it's all I have for now. I just wanted to post something for you all. I didn’t spend as much time reviewing it after writing, so there might be more mistakes (like spelling/grammar) than usual, lol. The next chapter should be much longer, and I know I mentioned that Izuku would be in this one, but I realized it makes more sense to give him his first pov chapter in the next update. It’ll flow better that way, in my opinion. I hope you all continue to enjoy this fic! The holidays are coming up soon, so I’ll be back to my regular schedule then.

Also, I hope the timeline is clear. I’m it isn’t clear so just in case some of you are confused: After the incident at the hospital, Reader hid in her apartment for about 3 or 4 days while Kirishima and Todoroki were going at it. Eventually, after Todoroki’s heat was over, he went to the hospital to apologize (as seen in the last chapter), but the Reader was nowhere to be found because she is still hiding in her apartment. I hope that clears things up for anyone who had questions!

As always, criticisms are welcomed

07 <- 08 -> 09

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

-> I think we’ve reached the limit of the taglist—I can’t tag more than 50 people in one post, sadly. So, I’ll stop the taglist here and will only tag the first 50 persons who asked to be in it initially. If anyone knows how to change this, I’d love some help! Anyway, if you still want to be notified of the next updates, you can follow me. Thank you all for your support, I can’t believe over 50 people like my work and want to keep up with it!

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Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (07)

Don’t think I forgot about the chapter! I took an unplanned nap earlier, but I still made it (from where I am, it’s still five minutes before midnight, so technically, it’s still Monday)! This chapter was tough to write and edit (tough is an understatement 😭), but here we are! I think as I’m trying to write longer chapters, they’re becoming significantly more work (especially when I try to do it all at once). Hope you enjoy this one too!

Warning: cursing

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; afab!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut ; bisexual!Reader

06 <- 07 -> 08

Masterlist

Taglist —> if you want to be tag

When Todoroki arrived at the hospital, he paused at the entrance, his gaze fixed on the bouquet of dahlias in his hand. The vibrant petals stood out sharply against the sterile white surroundings of the building, and for a moment, doubt crept in. Was this a mistake? Should he have stayed home? Couldn't he have just sent an apology email or made a call instead? Why was he here, standing in front of these doors? Doubts filled him, but just as quickly as they appeared, they were pushed aside. Something about this moment—about seeing you and apologizing face-to-face—pulled at him in a way he couldn’t explain. It felt necessary, like a weight he couldn’t ignore. The urge to make things right, to apologize properly, tangled with an unclear mess of emotions, stronger than his uncertainty. The thought of seeing you again was both tempting and terrifying, and he couldn’t quite understand why.

With a deep breath, he steadied himself, taking one last look at the bouquet before stepping forward. His body seemed to move almost on its own, urging him forward as if it knew better than his mind. It felt pointless to resist, and he hated not fully understanding himself. Usually, everything was clear and simple, but now, the confusion, the unknown, and the awkwardness destabilized him.

Clutching the bouquet like a shield, Todoroki walked through the unfamiliar halls. Nurses and staff gave him curious glances—heroes usually arrived with an ambulance, not alone—but he ignored their stares as he normally did when he was in public. His focus was solely inward; his heart was racing, fast, too different from its usual calm beat. As he tried to compose himself, he knew this wasn’t just nervousness; it was something else, something hard to name. Todoroki could barely distinguish it, buried under so many feelings and the he closer he got to the hero wing, the more intense the feeling became. He was painfully aware of how each steps made his pulse race, and him self-conscious of his heart pumping loudly in his chest and ears.

When he reached the front desk, he paused for a moment, swallowing, preparing himself and trying to stay composed, as the receptionist looked up at him, briefly eyeing the bouquet before offering a polite, practiced smile.

"Good morning, how may I help you?"

"Good morning," Todoroki replied, his voice quieter than usual, and he mentally shook off his awkwardness before continuing. "I was here a few days ago, and… I was wondering if it would be possible to see the doctor who was in charge of my care during my hospitalization."

The receptionist’s fingers hovered over the keyboard as he typed. After a few seconds, he turned his attention back to Todoroki. "Of course. If you have questions about your treatment or would like a follow-up consultation, Dr. Hasegawa would be happy to schedule an appointment with you."

Todoroki nodded absentmindedly, but his thoughts had already wandered. Dr. Hasegawa... So that was your name. It floated in his mind: Dr. Hasegawa, I’m sorry for my behavior, he thought, trying to figure out what he would say when he faced you. I apologize for acting so inappropriately. Please let me make it up to you... maybe I could buy you a coffee after work?, but he immediately dismissed the thought.

Todoroki barely noticed how tightly he had been gripping the bouquet, the delicate stems pressing into his fingers, but he didn’t loosen his hold. He was still lost in his thoughts, and he couldn’t understand why he felt so anxious, on top of that, now the flowers seemed like such a strange gesture. When was the last time he’d bought flowers for anyone who wasn’t his mother? He couldn’t even remember. Maybe for Bakugo? That one time? Giving you flowers seemed more and more odd with each passing second, but he knew he couldn’t just throw them away now. A small part of him was still wondering if the flowers colors would truly match your eyes, as he had imagined back in the flower shop.

This was supposed to be a quick visit, just to apology to you. He was only here to make amends—no need for coffee or flowers, no need for anything beyond that. And yet, there he was, dahlias in hands, and feeling a flutter of anticipation building in his chest, an unexplained excitement buzzing through him.

“He’s currently in a consultation but should be available to meet with you in about twenty to thirty minutes. Will that be alright?”

Todoroki blinked, startled. He? There was no he.

“My doctor was a woman,” he said slowly, his brow furrowing in confusion.

The receptionist looked equally confused by his words, and he checked his computer before replying. "No, the doctor who treated you was Dr. Haruto Hasegawa, and he’s definitely a man."

There was now way he could have been wrong, he was sure of it and in his memory of the moment, although blurry , he could still clearly remember you: your eyes, your hair, the curve of your lips, your hands—everything about you had looked so pretty in his eyes. He was certain it was a woman who clung to his mind, like a shadow he longed to fade with time.

“There must be some mistake,” he said, sure of himself. “A doctor came to check on me in the afternoon and I saw her, it wasn’t a man.”

“In the afternoon?” The receptionist frowned, his tone taking on a slightly exasperated edge. “It says here that Dr. Hasegawa treated you in the morning, and he was in surgery all afternoon.” His gaze flicked back to Todoroki, the growing impatience evident. “Doctors don’t usually handle post-treatment checkups unless it’s an exception.”

This just didn’t make sense to Todoroki and as he opened his mouth to argue further, the receptionist’s expression shifted. His eyes lit up, as though he’d just pieced together a puzzle.

“Wait a second,” he said, fingers flying across the keyboard once again. “It was probably Nurse Asuna Shimizu. The nurses handle most of the checkups after treatments, and according to your file, she was assigned to you during your stay.”

For a moment, Todoroki faltered. He had been so sure it was a woman—but whether you were a doctor or a nurse? He wasn’t certain anymore. Now, he wondered if he’d completely missed the pastel pink of your hospital scrubs. After all, he hadn’t exactly been focused on your uniform that day—his attention had been caught by... well, everything else about you. You were a vivid image against the foggy backdrop of his memory.

“I guess you’re right. I might’ve been mistaken,” he admitted reluctantly, though uncertainty lingered in his voice. “Would it still be possible to see her?”

“Of course,” the receptionist replied smoothly. “I’ll call her now, she should be in the break room, so it won’t take too long.”

As the receptionist made the phone call, “An ex-patient wants to see you again, probably about his treatment I don’t know. It’s a pro hero.” Todoroki stood there awkwardly and stiffly.

The unfamiliar ticking of anxiety crawled through his veins, unraveling his nerves with every heartbeat. His held his breath every time he heard footsteps approaching from behind, and he fought the urge to whip his head around, afraid of appearing too eager or worse, desperate.

The wait stretched on endlessly, and he stared blankly at the sterile hospital walls as he tried to keep his thoughts from spiraling. His palms felt clammy, and his throat dried out despite his repeated attempts to swallow. The stems of the dahlias, crushed and fragile beneath his restless fingers, bore the burden of his agitation and he prayed silently that his jittery state wasn’t so visible to anyone nearby. When the receptionist finally spoke again, Todoroki felt the ground shift beneath him.

“Oh, Asuna, you’re here. Here is the patient who wanted to meet with you.”

Todoroki froze. The wave of emotions that had been brewing all day—restlessness, anticipation, and fear—crashed over him all at once as his breath hitched. This is it, he thought, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Slowly, he turned around, as though he was bracing himself for the sight of you while the memory of your sweet peach scent tugged at him like a siren’s call, and demanded him to turn faster.

Todoroki’s heart sank at the sight of the nurse. The woman who approached wasn’t you; her hair, eyes, height, and face bore no resemblance to the seared image of you that he held in his mind. But the most glaring difference, the one that sealed it instantly, was her scent.

Scents were undeniable markers of identity—a fact anyone with a decent nose understood. It wasn’t usually a big deal; people were described as “the omega with the citrusy scent” or “the Alpha who smells like coffee beans,” just as casually as someone’s hair color or complexion might be noted. But your scent had been different. He wasn’t sure if it was his premature heat that made him more sensitive, but it had struck him like a physical blow, enveloping him completely and commanding his attention in a way he hadn’t been able to shake since.

The soft lavender and floral notes emanating from Nurse Shimizu weren’t unpleasant, sure, but they didn’t come close to the syrupy sweetness of peaches that had lingered around you. That scent—your scent—felt addictive, disorienting in its intensity, and it had burned itself into his mind more than he liked to admit. Whoever Asuna Shimizu was supposed to be, her scent clearly told him she was not you and definitely not an alpha too. Nothing about it poked and tease his omega like yours had.

Todoroki’s stomach twisted with a bitter ache. He felt foolish for expecting anything different. Maybe you were purposely avoiding him, and who could blame you? He had acted so shamefully during his heat, basically threw himself at you, and let his instincts overshadow his judgment. His mate's breaking your face had only made things horrifically worse. He was so focused on seeing you again that he forgot how serious the situation was and the guilt he felt soared from this realization, which only made him feel even more disappointed in himself. He had been acting so strangely over the past few days, wondering about trivial, selfish and superficial matters instead of how his actions impacted you. He know from experience how a punch from Kirishima could knocked you down and how disgusting unwanted sexual advances felt.

"Nurse Shimizu," Todoroki began, after he approached her maintained respectful distance. "I understand if your colleague doesn’t want to see me again. My mate and I behaved inexcusably, and I want to offer my sincere apologies. Please let her know she can contact my agency if she wishes to seek any form of compensation." He said, serious, measured and polite as possible, wanting to cause any further trouble for you or, what he assumed, your nurse friend.

It took Asuna a moment to piece everything together, before realization flashed through her eyes and she stepped closer to Todoroki, lowering her voice so only he could hear.

“When were you hospitalized?” she asked, her suspicions growing clearer after his response. Her fingers anxiously tugged at the edge of her sleeve as she pressed on, her tone tinged with nervousness. “Look, I don’t know what happened between you and Dr. L/n, but... is there any chance we can keep the hospital out of this? I know I shouldn’t have asked her to cover for me, but... whatever happened could be sorted out privately, right?” She let out an awkward laugh, clearly unaware of the incident between the pro hero and you, and her focus instead on ensuring her little escape from work remained unnoticed. Her eyes flickered around the room to check no one could over hear her little confession before they landed on the bouquet in Todoroki’s hands, a spark of curiosity breaking through her tension.

“Are those... flowers?” she asked, her voice a little lighter, in a terrible attempt at shifting the topic after the lack of response from Todoroki.

He blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Yes. Could you give them to her? As an apolo—"

Before he could finish, the nurse interrupted him. "She left early that day and hasn’t been back since. But I could tell her you want to see her when she is back ?” She offered.

The words hit Todoroki like a brick. You weren’t here. You hadn’t been here for three days, and it was undeniable—he was the reason for your absence. He had spent so much time thinking about you since arriving at the hospital, yet the truth slammed into him again: his thoughts had been filled with peaches, warmth, and beauty, while the reality was far darker. He couldn't escape the image of your tears, the memory of his unrelenting grip on your wrist as you tried to leave, the sickening sound of Kirishima’s fist connecting with his face, and the heavy, metallic scent of your blood staining the hospital’s sterile white floor. Now, all he could see was the wreckage he had caused you, and the painful realization that perhaps the only apology he truly needed to offer was leaving you alone.

Don’t tell me you thought it would be that easy. The reader is over there thinking her life is over, and you think she’s just going to go back to work?

Todoroki is a mess in this chapter, blushing and acting bashful like a high schooler with his first crush (this will make sense later). But, I didn’t want to downplay what happened to the reader too much. Todoroki should at least be aware of the consequences of his actions. I thought ending on a serious note would provide a nice contrast to the silly ending of the previous chapter. God I hope I didn’t write myself in a corner but I think I’ll make it work.

I think we’ve seen enough of Todoroki for now—next chapter will focus on Izuku! I know Todoroki may seem like my favorite character in this fic since, aside from the reader, he’s had the most POV chapters (probably more than the reader), but surprisingly, he’s not actually my favorite from the group. Don’t worry, though. I’m not playing favorites in thisbdix. Everyone will get their fair share of attention and dedicated chapters. We’re just starting off with a lot of Todoroki.

2,2k words, the chapter is extra long as an apology to the wait. Oh yeah, I am still waiting on the polls results but I’ll be honest, I maybe just decide for something else.

As always, criticisms are welcome.

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

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Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (06)

And we are back for another chapter !

Warning: cursing (maybe)

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; afab!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut ; bisexual!Reader

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Todoroki’s heat had finally passed after three long days. He’d spent them either with Kirishima buried deep inside him or wrapped in his muscular arms, their bodies entwined in moments of quiet warmth. It had been all too easy to lose himself in the haze of desire, letting the weight of everything else fade away in a blur of passion and closeness. But now, as the intense flush of heat left his system, his mind was painfully clear.

Embarrassment hit him hard. What was I thinking? He asked himself repeatedly, and almost felt lightheaded as he recalled the desperation—the way he’d thrown himself at you like some lovesick teenager in his first heat. It was reckless and stupid. Worse yet, he’d let himself imagine all sorts of salacious fantasies involving you, Kirishima, and himself throughout his heat. It was utterly inappropriate. The clarity felt almost unbearable as shame surged through him, dense and stifling. If it were just about embarrassing himself, he could eventually deal with it. But the memories of that day went beyond the dizzy haze of horniness, beyond the scent of peaches and yours warm touch against his skin. He also remembered Kirishima’s raw rage and the deep red of your blood covering your face and the hospital floor. Shame gnawed at him from within, leaving in its wake buds of guilt, which blossomed as images of you walking around with a crooked nose and split lips flooded his mind.

Thankfully, it had been Kirishima who picked him up from the hospital that day. The red-haired hero had been too considerate to press him on what had happened; his only priority was taking care of him. Yet, as Todoroki had laid beside Kirishima on the third and final night of his heat, he knew that by morning, he’d have to face the rest of the pack. And neither Katsuki nor Izuku would spare him the questions he dreaded.

Morning came too soon. By the time Todoroki left his room, Kirishima was already gone and it was still early, he knew no one had left for work yet. He rushed to the bathroom to shower, hoping the hot water might somehow calm his nerves or at least give him a moment to gather his thoughts. For the first time in his life, he almost wished his heat had lasted longer—anything to delay the inevitable, awkward conversation but no amount of scalding water could cleanse the mess of emotions swirling inside him. After a dozen of minutes, he resigned himself, finished his shower and got ready for the day.

The moment he emerged from the steamy bathroom, Izuku was waiting, worry pooling in his green eyes and his rough, scarred hand instinctively lifted to cup Todoroki’s face. His touch was warm and steady, grounding him and quieting the chaos within him. Despite the awkwardness of this whole situation, seeing Izuku made his heart flutter, and he smiled softly in his mate’s arms.

“Shoto,” Izuku murmured, his voice filled with genuine concern. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I wanted to be there, but I was tied up at the agency and..." He hesitated for a moment before continuing in a fast ramble, "Just... if you need anything, I’m here for you. We’re all here for you. I already called your agency and told them you’ll need a few more days off. Kirishima told us a little about what happened, and I swear, we’ll track down that doctor. We’ll make sure—”

“He doesn’t need you babbling his damn ears off, Deku.” Katsuki’s voice cut through Izuku’s rambling. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his gaze locked on Todoroki—not unkind, but piercing.. “He gets it. He’s not helpless, you know.”

Izuku shot Katsuki a small frown but remained unfazed by his blunt interruption. Beneath the sharp words, Todoroki could sense Katsuki’s genuine concern. The familiar edge in Katsuki’s tone was oddly comforting, and he knew that Katsuki’s refusal to coddle him was just his way of showing respect and consideration.

As they moved to the dining table, where Kirishima was already eating breakfast, Todoroki took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and took his seat around the table. Izuku quickly joined him, sitting beside him and reaching over to place a comforting hand on his knee. Todoroki felt a rush of gratitude for the quiet support, and even Katsuki, despite his sharp gaze, gave him space to speak without pushing him.

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“So... you were the one who threw yourself at her?” Izuku’s voice was hesitant, his doe eyes blinked and his brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to process Todoroki’s recounting of the events.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Katsuki scoffed in disbelief.

Todoroki’s face flushed deeply with embarrassment, his cheeks burning so much that he thought he might actually burst into flames. This was a lot more mortifying than he’d imagined. Izuku had started off so supportive, leaning in to comfort him, but as Todoroki went on and explained the situation, he watched Izuku’s expression shift from understanding to confusion, and finally to what felt like... judgment. Slowly, Izuku had began to scoot away from him, casting side glances full of disapproval and making it impossible for Todoroki to meet his eyes. Katsuki was more disappointment than anything else. Unbelievable, he muttered to himself. To him, this was beyond stupid—something a too-hormonal high schooler might do and definitely something Todoroki should’ve known better. But it was Kirishima’s silence that unnerved Todoroki the most. The red haired kept his gaze down, uncharacteristically quiet, before abruptly standing up and storming toward the door.

“I need to go apologize!” Kirishima’s voice was laced with urgency, tinged with panic, but Bakugo grabbed his arm and halted him.

“You can’t go back to that hospital, Eijirou,” Katsuki said firmly, tightening his grip. “What are you gonna do, knock on the door and ask for the doctor you beat up? You’ll only make things worse.”

“Kacchan’s right. She’s probably scared right now, and she’ll run the other way if she sees you again,” Izuku added, stepping in front of Kirishima and blocking his ways like a barricade, while exchanging a look of silent agreement with Bakugo.

“But I can’t just stay here! I hurt her—badly. She even tried to explain, but I wouldn’t listen,” Kirishima’s voice grew agitated. The vivid recollection of your tear-filled eyes and bloodied lips coiled within him, guilt tightening its grip on his chest. What kind of man hits an innocent woman? he thought, fists clenched as he struggled to free himself from his mates' hold.

“I’ll go,” Todoroki interjected suddenly. His words startled the others and they turned to him, puzzled. “It was my fault. I should apologize to her.” His voice was calm but resolute, slicing through the tension in the room and carrying a steadiness, calmness, that sought to soothe Kirishima’s agitation and remorse. “Izuku’s right; you can’t go there directly, Eijirou. I’ll go and apologize on behalf of both of us.”

"But I have to do it myself! I was the one who hit her. I should at least cover her medical bill!" Kirishima protested, spurred by a faint voice in the back of his mind reminding him how unmanly—and even less heroic—his actions had been.

“I’ll tell her you want to apologize in person too. If she’s okay with it, I’ll give her your number so she can reach out to you,” Todoroki assured him gently. It pained him to see Kirishima like this, especially knowing it was his fault. All he ever wanted was to see him smiling, radiant and untroubled, and judging by the looks on his other mates’ faces, it was clear they all shared the same feeling.

Kirishima’s expression wavered, torn between making a run to the hospital or listening to his mates, but Katsuki ended his internal debate with a firm arm slung around Kirishima’s shoulders, steering him toward the door.

“Come on, shitty head, we’re gonna be late. It’s Shoto’s mess, he’ll handle it,” Bakugo said, his voice losing its usual edge, and softened just enough to offer some reassurance to Kirishima.

Izuku lingered behind, casting Todoroki a final glance filled with quiet suspicion. Todoroki could almost see the gears of his mind turning, overthinking as always, but then Katsuki barked Izuku’s name from the doorway, urging him to hurry up. With a sigh, Izuku followed the red eyes pair and they all left for work, leaving Todoroki behind in their appartement.

Todoroki paced in circles around his apartment, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. He kept telling himself that he needed to apologize, but every time he neared the door, a wave of nerves yanked him back, making him turn and start another lap around his living room. He wasn’t used to feeling this way—unsteady, so... nervous as the weight inside him grew heavier, sinking like an anchor. He’d never been one to feel so unsettled—he was usually straightforward, never having trouble apologizing when it was needed. If he made a mistake, he fixed it; he owned up. But this felt different. Today, shame, guilt, and apprehension mingled within him in a discomfort he didn’t fully understand.

“Okay, it’s just... an apology. You’ve done this before,” he muttered under his breath, trying to summon his usual calm. He had told his mates so confidently that he would do it, but look at him now. “Just go in there, say you’re sorry. It’s not complicated.” Yet the words didn’t settle him. Instead, they only seemed to make him more anxious. Why was facing you so daunting suddenly? He couldn’t explain it—he didn’t understand it.

After what felt like ages, he forced himself to grab his keys and head out the door, before he could talk himself out of it again. But the nerves only grew worse when he settled into his car and sat behind the wheel. The flashes of three days ago replayed in his mind, flashes of him almost humping the backseat. They made him wince as he gripped the steering wheel tighter and started the car.

The hospital wasn’t so far away from his apartment, a short 30-minutes drive, but he had to will himself to stay focused on the road. When he paused at a red light, he found himself wondering if your scent would be as intoxicating and bewitching as he remembered it to be and the thought made him groan as he banged his head on the steering wheel, mumbling to himself, Focus, Shoto.

As he drove past a flower shop, a quiet voice in his mind suggested he bring you something. He considered it for a moment, pondering on how appropriate it would be to bring flowers to someone he didn’t know, especially someone who had been beat up because of him. Yeah, no, even he could tell it would be weird. But somehow, he found himself making a U-turn, parking his car in front of the flower shop, and stepping inside.

The floral scent enveloped him immediately—a soft, sweet fragrance that seemed to soothe the edges of his nerves. Before him laid a sea of vibrant and cool blooms stretched out in rows: roses blushed in shades of crimson and coral, delicate peonies, soft violets, cheerful tulips, and vivid anemones. The shop was beautiful, but he knew he had to leave fast when he realized he was searching for flowers that would complement the color of your eyes. He almost laughed at himself. Ridiculous, he mused, but there he was, his feet planted firmly on the ground, and a minute later, he was holding a bouquet of dahlias. With the flowers in hand, he made his way to the counter, quickly paid, and rushed back to his car, feeling the steady thrum of nervousness in his chest.

Finally, we got to see Izuku and Katsuki in this fic. It took us 6 chapters but we made it through!!

I hated writing this chapter, omg, it took me almost a whole week. You guys have no idea how many versions of this chapter exist 😭. The length wasn’t the issue—I tried to make it a bit longer than usual (not by much, though; I’m usually around 1.5k words, but today I hit 1.9k). BUT omg, nothing really happened here. I think it was just a boring chapter (at least to write) 💀.

I’ve always referred to the characters as Todoroki, Kirishima, Izuku, and Katsuki in my head. But it’s kind of weird how half of them go by their first name and the other half by their surname in the narration, right? It’s also a bit confusing when I use both in the same chapter, so I’ve decided to stick with Izuku, Katsuki, Kirishima, and Todoroki for the narrator. The reader will use their first names once she meets them properly.

As always, criticisms are welcome.

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

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My apologies if I forgot anyone in the taglist

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Fun fact

I always give each chapter a title once I’m done writing it. I usually find the names boring, though, so I don’t include them in the actual fic. It’s just a fun little thing I do on the side—like a reward for finishing a chapter. I get to name it and reorganize my chapter folder.

Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (05)

Hi ! Hope you’ll enjoy this!

Warning: cursing, nsfw/smut

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; afab!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut ; bisexual!Reader

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This chapter is just smut, it can be skip for those who aren’t interested in reading it! If that’s the case, see you next time !

The minute Kirishima finally brought Todoroki home, he found himself shoved against the door. Todoroki was frantic, his impatience palpable, as if his entire being would combust if he didn’t feel Kirishima’s hands on him—if he didn’t claim his red-haired mate’s lips with his. He had tried so hard to keep his composure after the doctor fled his hospital room, he swallowed down the needy ache in his chest and ignored the damp slick soaking his pants as they passed the hospital’s front desk. He did everything he could to not hump the car’s backseat, by clutching the seat with white-knuckled hands.

But now, within the comfort of their home, with nothing left holding him back, that restraint snapped. He pressed against Kirishima with desperate force, his hands restless and hungry for more. One moment, his fingers clawed at the hem of Kirishima’s shirt, eager to slip beneath and feel the heat of his skin against his; the next, they tangled in his red locks, pulling him in for an eager kiss. All he knew was this—Kirishima’s taste, his lips, his touch, and the searing fire between them. The feel of his hardness against him was a lifeline, yet it was nowhere near enough.

“Shoto… your room,” Kirishima murmured, voice rough and unsteady. “He’ll kill us if… we ruin the living room.”

Todoroki rolled his eyes, irritation flaring at Kirishima’s attempt to slow him down. He could blow up the whole damn house if he wanted—he couldn’t care less. He didn’t bother to reply instead he buried his face in his mate neck, inhaling as the sweetness of mango and the brightness of passion fruit flooded his senses. Sun-drenched, rich and sweet mango entangled with the playful sharpness and brightness of passion fruits, sending thrills down his spine. Usually, Kirishima’s thoughtful nature was endearing, something he loved about his mate, but right now, it was just getting in the way.

He couldn’t help but nip and bite at Kirishima’s skin, his teeth grazing over the fading mate mark he’d left before. Each kiss and scrape carried a hint of impatience as his hips rolled against Kirishima, seeking any relief from the heat clawing through him. The soft whimpers and moans escaping Kirishima's lips sent a surge of pleasure through Todoroki. An insatiable need gripped him, swelling stronger with every heartbeat. It felt unbearable without Eijirou’s hands on his bare skin. He couldn’t stand the distance between them— everything in him urged him to remove every barrier separating their skins.

Before he could act on that impulse, Kirishima grabbed him by the wrist with a firm hold, dragging him toward the bedroom. Todoroki didn’t want to waste a single moment on the short walk to his bedroom, but his protests died in his throat as Kirishima pulled him inside. Swiftly, Kirishima stripped himself bare, tossing aside shirt, pants, and underwear—to be lost somewhere in the room. The sight of Kirishima naked, made Todoroki’s gut twist hunger. He felt his pulse pounding, each beat echoing in his chest and in his throbbing dick that had been crying for attention for so long. A sultry grin spread across his face, pleased by the sight.

Everything after this was a blur. Kirishima’s lips crashed against Todoroki’s, and even the roughness, the edge of pain, felt delicious in the moment. He hardly noticed Kirishima stripping him down, leaving him naked under his touch, skin met skin—feverish and flushed with lust—, as they tangled together. Kirishima’s hands were everywhere, gripping his waist, roaming along his back, and threading through his heterochromatic hair before trailing down to tease his sensitive nipple, igniting sparks of pleasure with each touch.

He only registered being laid down on the bed when his head met and rested on a soft pillow. His body moved instinctively as he spread his legs, pulling Kirishima closer and trapping him against him. Throbbing and leaking cocks pressed against each other, each straining for more. One again, their lips collided, the kiss deepening into a messy, ravaging frenzy—an unrestrained clash of mouths and mingled breaths that left no room for thought, only desperate moans and whimpers slipping away between kisses.

His hips bucked up as Kirishima began to open him, sliding his fingers into his slick, needy hole. His moans were swallowed by Kirishima’s mouth, in response, he spread his legs wider and rocked his hips insistently, trying to force his mate fingers deeper, to urge him faster.

“Eiji… stop teasing me,” Todoroki demanded, breaking their kiss. His voice was rough and trembling, and his words were a heated mix of command and plea.

“I just want to take care of you—you’re so sweet to me,” He murmured, voice thick with desire.

His gaze softened as he took in Todoroki’s flushed cheeks and parted lips, savoring the sight before him. A pleased, almost possessive purr rumbled in his chest as he trailed soft kisses along Todoroki’s forehead, cheeks, and neck, each one filled with a tenderness that barely masked the passion simmering beneath its surface. His fingers slid in and out of Todoroki’s demanding heat, slow and deliberate, coaxing out every shiver and whimper.

But Todoroki’s patience was running out. The gentleness felt too sweet, too slow, and he craved more—something only Kirishima could give him in the moment. When Kirishima added a third finger, Todoroki’s back arched as a loud moan escaped him, but it still wasn’t enough yet again. His hands gripped Kirishima’s shoulders, fingers pressing in, desperately pulling him closer.

“Enough of this—just take me already. I’m ready for you. I need you, now.” Frustration bubbled within him, it shouldn’t be that hard to get fucked by his mate.

With an apologetic smile, Kirishima aligned himself and pressed his cock against Todoroki’s entrance. The first stretch was painfully slow but breathtaking, and he shut his eyes tightly, surrendering himself to the sensation of his mate filling him up completely. The tingling pain was exhilarating, blending into waves of pleasure that left him breathless as Kirishima pressed deeper. The first thrust was blissful, a long-awaited relief that pulsed through him. Each rough thrust that followed sent sparks of ecstasy racing through his body, igniting every nerve as he arched into the sensation. Todoroki felt so full, so utterly taken; every time Kirishima hit that perfect spot inside him, his eyes rolled back, and he let out a high-pitched moan. The feeling was mind numbing, an electric rush that made him clench around Kirishima’s cock, stripping away any trace of his mate's initial caution.

“Eiji… yes, so good, so good… always so good for me,” Todoroki gasped, his words spilling out between moans and whimpers. His voice was thick, slurred, and barely coherent as he lost himself in the pleasure. “More, give me more!” He said with each syllable trembling with burning need.

Kirishima’s breath caught at the praise, almost sending him over the edge. It clouded his mind, driving him wild with the need to hear more, and made him chase his own relief now. He happily obliged to Todoroki's demand, fucking him faster and harder than before.

Once again, Todoroki's eyes shuttered closed as a chorus of "yes" and "more" echoed in the room. The sound of wet skin slamming against wet skin was deafening, the air heavy with the intoxicating scents of juicy mango, ripe berries, plump passion fruit, and hot honey intertwining around them. Yet, amid this burst of fruity aromas, Todoroki recalled the events of earlier that day. He couldn’t shake the image of the alpha—your confused eyes, filled with uncertainty, your finger grazing his nipple and sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. The taste of your skin, sweet and tantalizing, lingered on his tongue as if your essence was still with him and your scent. Somehow, just remembering it made him feel as if he could smell it—a mouthwatering peach scent that grew sweeter and richer as your body had responded to his touch.

Visions of you flooded his mind, his heat-fogged brain unable to resist picturing you there with him and Eijirou. He wondered if you tasted as sugary as you smelled, how much sweeter your peach could be, and if the scent would grow thicker, sun-drenched, and decadent at your core. Images of you sitting on his face, burying him between your thighs and drowning him in your pussy as he devour you like a starved man, all while Eijirou fucked him rough and relentless, filled his thoughts.

His tongue rolled out at the thought of this, ready to taste this imaginary pussy, while his desperate yet barely contained pleas for you lingered on his lips, and mixed with his cries to his mate. The words “Alpha, please! Eiji, don’t stop! More, more, more, alpha!” pounding in his mind.

Todoroki came in a silent scream, tears pouring down his face.

This chapter is once again too long. I wanted to include the heat sex scene and then the events that follow, but the smut ended up being too damn long.

I’ve never written MxM smut before, so I really need you all to tell me if it was worded poorly or came across as weird. It is so much more difficult to write smut than I thought 😭. Like I couldn’t decide between dick or cock, so I did both. I am not really satisfied with chapter to be honest, some parts are greats but others are too descriptive. I feel like. So, I count on you to give me feedback about this. Like seriously, don’t leave me hanging guys😔

I think Kirishima is the kind of lover who’s too worried about doing anything that might hurt his partner. I imagine he'd be so concerned that, at some point, you’d just have to push him onto his back and take control, fucking in the way he was too afraid to fuck you. But all that hesitation crumbles once you start fucking him though. Mister 'I’m just so scared I’ll hurt you 🥺' gets completely lost in the moment, gripping your hips so tightly it’s bruising as he thrusts into you, fast and hard. It’s funny how he gets so needy so fast once he’s buried inside you. His mind is blissfully clouded, utterly consumed by you, every thought turning to puddles at the way you envelop him—so warm, tight, and intoxicating

It doesn’t take much for him to get pussy drunk, looking up at you with a stupidly dazed expression as he sweetly pleads for a kiss…

But let’s save some of this for later.

This is me complaining, but anyway: I hate when people write poly fics with allegedly reader x character AND character x character, but they completely forget that the characters are in a relationship outside of the reader. We don’t see them do anything as a couple before the reader is included. It makes no sense and makes the story feel more like a harem (which I enjoy occasionally, but it's not what I'm looking for in a poly fic). So yeah, the boys are going to fuck without the reader. Multiple times, just so you know!

I didn’t do any cliffhanger this time, shame on me. But what I am supposed to do after a 1,5k words smut ?

This is a long ass note again, my problem is I work on those chapters a little bit every day, and everyday I have some shit i want to say, so the note keeps getting longer and longer.

As always, criticisms are welcome.

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

04 <- 05 -> 06

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