#mha fanficiton

[kacchanti]

First fic is up!!!

[thatnewweeb]

Bakugo somehow gets even more touchy when you’re pregnant with his baby.

Honestly, you didn't think that was even possible, he's already so touchy with you, but it apparently is.

His inability to keep his hands off of you increases the longer you're pregnant. It's honestly almost impressive.

The second he gets home after a long day of work, even though his work is so so exhausting, he feels rejuvenated when he sees you, so cute, beaming up at him sweetly, round with his baby. It really makes him want to just touch you.

When you're cuddling on the couch, he has both his arms around you, and without fail he'll pull you into his lap, even if you worry about being too heavy right now to sit in his lap. He finds it hilarious that you think you could ever be too heavy to sit in his lap.

While you're pregnant, he will not let you cook, but if he gets home and you are cooking, he'll wrap his arms around you from behind, doing that thing he saw on the Internet a few times, placing his arms under your belly and lifting up a little to hold the weight of your bump and relieve some pain. He finds the sigh you let out absolutely adorable.

He'll do that for you literally whenever he can, no matter how tired he is, or how sore his muscles are from work. His discomfort is way less important to him than yours all the time, but especially while you're pregnant with his baby.

[sorry-moots]

this is something random, but has anybody written bakugo with a reader whose quirk can alter perceptions?

just imagine bakugo and the reader— both desperate for the last seat on the train to UA—when bakugo goes, “I'M gonna be the next #1 hero, you can wait for the next train” and shoves you to the ground, making you late on the first day of class.

you aren’t quick to forgive and forget this little incident, especially not with those scrapes and bruises. the next time you see him, he’s walking into the cafeteria when you hatch a gloriously evil plan.

people let bakugo be for the most part so the silence and whispers as he walks by are strange. his frown grows deeper as he approaches his friends, getting a wolf whistle from kirishima and a “lookin good!” from denki.

just as he’s complaining about everyone acting so weird, tenya comes up to him, asking why he’s not in uniform.

with the most abominable scowl you could imagine, bakugo shoots back, “fuck you mean, ‘not in uniform’?”

“you’re dressed as a maid,” tenya responds sternly.

and, sure enough, when he looks down he can finally see the frilly maid costume you’ve put on him. as he’s raging and cursing at his cackling audience, he notices that you’re the only one who isn’t laughing. instead, you have a smug look on your face, like you’re somehow responsible for it.

he tries his very best to look menacing as he approaches you in the dress. “i don’t know what you did but undo it. now.”

you’re having the time of your life. humiliating someone who was so rude to you, having a good laugh at bakugo’s expense with everyone who had grown sick of him in the last week? it felt good. with a grin that hurt your face, you answered, “i don’t know what you’re talking about but, if it helps, i think you look really pretty.”

he fumes and fusses some more but it gets hard to concentrate. forcing an illusion on so many people takes a lot out of you.

you nod off but quickly wake to him snapping his fingers in your face. “did you hear me extra? i said i want out of this dress!”

“what dress?” you blink at him sleepily.

he snarls at you. “the one i’m wearing right—!”

it’s gone.

his shock lasts only a moment, before he goes back to his baseline level of pissiness. he mumbles a “whatever” before walking back to his table

now, bakugo is pretty smart, so he’d definitely realize that what he saw was an illusion. what he doesn’t realize is that your illusions can affect any of the 11+ five senses, individually and collectively.

olfactory

after seeing his reaction to the maid dress thing, you felt you had properly avenged yourself, but that didn’t stop you from tormenting bakugo just a liiiittle bit more.

you thought it would be funny to make him think he had forgotten to put on deodorant. you started small, with a faint BO. as you increased the pungency of the smell, he would discreetly sniff at his armpits. then he started wrinkling his nose and looking around. eventually, he excused himself to go to the bathroom, at which point the scent mysteriously vanished…

when he came back and heard you snickering behind him, he figured it out instantly.

tactile

he’s got a better idea of your abilities now, but it still takes him a while to catch on since your illusions are so convincing. your best illusions are the ones that mimic actual scenarios.

your favorite is making bakugo reach for a hair that’s stuck to him. it’s so entertaining making him think he’s got it, except he didn’t actually get it, just for him to look back at you and send you into a fit of giggles.

auditory

on the days that you don’t feel like approaching him with tact or subtlety, it’s really easy to just play songs in his head. the downside to this one is that those songs also get stuck in your head. however, if you already have a song stuck in your head, you can suffer together!!

gustatory

if you two get a little closer, you’ll also tell him his food tastes weird. bakugo takes his cooking very seriously, so he’ll take that shit from you and taste it to see what you’re yappin about. seconds later, he’s running to the dorm fridge to grab some milk because of how spicy it “tastes”.

you love pushing his buttons and he loves yelling at you when you do. that’s what i call symbiosis.

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Hiii I was wondering when shoto’s first kiss pt 9 will come out? I hope that doesn’t sound rude!! I’m just wondering and no rush at all! I love ur writing and fics! Thank you!!

Helllloooo there!! Totally not rude at all, thank you for asking! And thank you so much for the love - I'm constantly in awe of how much y'all enjoy my writing (specifically the smut, which is still relatively new to me!)

The Timeline: Usually it takes me about a month to churn out a chapter! Right now I'm in Shoto's First Kiss post-chapter recovery mode where I'm working on a lot of one shots + shorter stories (right now I'm really into writing Touya/Dabi x Reader fics which is a fun project for me!). So my best guess right now...end of Jan? I have 21 pages of the chapter written out right now, and I usually like to push to a clean 30-35 pages per chapter. I have a lot of editing to do for chapter 9 and plot points to solidify. I like to build a bit of a buffer and get an idea of where I want Chapter 10 to go as well, otherwise it will take even longer for each update. I have a loose idea of where I want the story to go in my head, but I honestly haven't sat down to fully plot out the full story/next few chapters of the story. Maybe I should do that! But I also enjoy going from chapter to chapter and just figuring Shoto and the Reader's story out as I go. (I also haven't decided if there will be smutty moments in this chapter or not.). ALSO ALSO ALSO I start a new job tomorrow! How exciting is that! So not sure how that will impact my writing since the job will keep odd hours.

TLDR - A lot is still in development!! I'll share updates when I can, and will probably post a teaser piece of the chapter halfway through the month if the story is in a good place. Plan for the next chapter to drop end of Jan/start of Feb <3 I think the good thing to note here - the story is ongoing and I do not currently have any plans to end it or take a hiatus. Obvi if any of that changes I will let you all know.

I appreciate you all sooooooo much for reading this story and for following all of my fics! Linking all of the Shoto's First Kiss universe content that exists so far for anyone who landed on this post and has no clue what I'm talking about - here is your context <3 :

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Shoto's First Kiss Series:

Part 1: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋

Part 2: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 2

Part 3: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 3

Part 4: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 4

Part 5: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 5

Part 6: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 6

Part 7: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 7

Part 8: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 8

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XOXO,

Red Riot Unbreakable Heart ❤️

[crazyman185]

New cover arts for Cubicity. I commissioned Dailykrumbs on Twitter.

[ssplague]

Track One of SSplague’s Super Psycho smut and song fic spectacular

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Warnings: Stalkerish/Aggressive behavior, mentions of abusive family, radicalized religion, Vampire AU, blood, blood sucking, virginity loss, slight blood play, degradation, chains, SEX, Let me know if I missed any!

“Some people call it a one night stand but we can call it paradise”

🌃. You saw me standing by the wall, 🚏 Corner of a Main Street & the lights 🚥 were flashing on your window sill 🪟 all alone ain’t much fun  🪩 so you’re looking for a thrill 🪞 and you know just what it takes 🫦 and where to go

It was with apprehension you reorganized your vanity after deeming your face fit enough to withstand a night out. You’d become something of a recluse over the last few months, and when anyone asked why they never got a straight answer. You’d rather not tarnish your reputation by admitting the truth behind the matter, deeming it better to keep your lips sealed and replaying the truth late at night while you lay awake in bed. Secret to remain hidden between clenched thighs and twitching hands that were desperate to wander.

You had been naïve, going out on the town all alone, but you hadn’t known any better. Having grown up in some small town in the Bible Belt.

You ran off to your freedom under the cover of night with two strange young women who had been camping in the woods near your home for a week. You happened upon them by chance as you’d slipped into the woods to avoid the preacher’s son. The “godly” young man who’s wandering eyes seemed to always linger on and outline your figure these days. After introducing yourself to the duo, the two had provided a listening ear to your tales of woe. Once you’d finished, they began to share stories from their lives back home, the tales that would be normal to anyone else were riveting to you. You visited their camp every day after that, and when they offered you the chance to return with them you took it. Your heart pounded in your chest as you rode away in the back of that jeep, there truly was more to life than fire, brimstone, abstinence, womanly duties, & utter misery.

Stealing another glance at yourself in the mirror you wondered if this was really a good idea? Luck had been on your side last time, but what if this time luck wasn’t enough? All you could remeber clearly were piercing red eyes, and the way he made you feel that night. Feelings so strong that you still felt echoes of pleasure, and mixed emotions half a year later.

You glance out your dingy window to survey the streets below, the tingle on your skin serving as an inkling that someone’s eyes had been on you.

It was just a trick of the light that had a lone figure smoking a cigarette appear to have that same flash of ash blonde hair that comes and goes within the reel of memories from that night. 

This night was different than that one, you aren’t going out with something to prove, with someone to defy. It was a simple night out with friends, no expectations other than returning home alone and falling asleep happy you had went.

Shuffling inside the club you were pleased to find a somewhat comfortable atmosphere. The heat wasn’t stifling and bodies didn’t occupy every single space of the building. People were still dancing but the bass wasn’t overpowering to the point your rib cage was rattling either. A familiar pinkette catches your eye with an eager wave and you approach the table of familar faces, only to realize that not all of them are ones you recognize. You were lured out under false pretenses it would seem, you fight the curling of your upper lip and offer a slight grin.

“I’m so happy you came out! These two didn’t believe me when I said you were coming!” Mina exclaims happily. You already know she’s referring to Jiro and Uraraka, and not the three men that also occupy the table. Six people that already seemed to be paired together and you just happen to be unlucky number seven, a third wheel.

“Have I really been out of the loop for that long?” Translation: All three of you are in relationships now? Last time I checked I thought you all were “smart, independent, etc.

The first man to be introduced was the largest, his stature and bright red hair weren’t what got you, it was the sharpness of the teeth he flashes you when he smiled. The second was only slightly smaller than the first, he had a boyish charm that was stark in contrast to his black suit and mop of green curls. The third was average in size but what he lacked in brawn was made up for with his seemingly larger than life personality, his electric blonde hair was as shocking as the enthusiastic greeting he gives you.

Kirishima, Midoryia, Kaminari, three friends that happen to be seeing Mina, Ochako, and Jirou. You knew it wasn’t a coincidence that they happened to all be in the same place at the same time. Just as you were about to excuse yourself to grab a drink, one is set down in front of you, the same one you’d had on that solo night out six months ago. You quickly reach out for the women that brought it over as she began briskly walking away, “Excuse me! Who is this from?”.

Her eyes flickered behind you for a split second before she pursed her lips, “I cant tell you that but I assure you it’s safe, I made it myself”. That being said she’s quick to slip out of your light hold and retreat back behind the bar.

“What will it be miss?”

“Ah um…I don’t know what exactly to call it but I want a Shirley temple with alcohol in it…”

“You have ID?”

You present the card with burning cheeks and the women nods, “Cherry Vodka okay with you?”

“Ah yes, uhm that’ll work”

The memory has your cheeks heating up again, and feeling eyes on your back has you turning in the same direction the women had glanced in. When nothing sticks out you rejoin the group you’d been sitting with. Rather than swigging your drink down in a couple gulps (like you had last time) you took note of your company and decided on small sips. Offering demure smiles in between, attempting to keep your facade as you giggled, and engaged in light hearted teasing with your friends.

You’d allowed Mina to pull you to your feet and danced with both her and Ochako for a handful of songs. Happily handing them over to their respective men as the music transitioned to something slower.

On your way back towards the table you passed a nervous looking Jiro being pulled into the crowd of dancers. Sitting back down at the now empty table, you felt the slightest bit envious. Deeming now as good a time as any to grab a smoke on the patio, you wander outside. It was somehow even darker out here than it was inside, getting a cigarette out of your bag, you cursed as you shuffled the few contents around in the small space.

Dammit!

You chose to ignore the feeling of being watched this time, maybe if you hadn’t, you’d of been prepared when you met that alluring crimson gaze. “Need a light?” The voice spooked you as a flame appears in front of your face. Taking a couple small inhales your cigarette is lit and you begin to thank the man. Only when your eyes meet his, the words seem to get loged in your throat.

Despite the shock, you are able to keep any trace of recognition off your face, “Th-Thank you…guess I forgot mine”. You purposely walk a few feet away, foolishly backing yourself into a corner as if he wouldn’t follow you. Silly girl, you just barely escaped him last time, and he’d been on the hunt for you ever since.

It would take a lot more than luck to save you this time.

“Here by yourself?” The raspy sound of the familiar voice leaves goosebumps on your skin. You pray he’s forgotten about you, that your face hasn’t been at the forefront of his mind since you silently slipped from his bed. You fail to realize your immediate slip up as you answer “Not this time, friends are inside”. It’s impossible to even attempt to feign disinterest in the gorgeous man at your side.

“Seems like they’re preoccupied….Since they let you sneak away outside I mean” he tries to make it sound like an off handed speculation, but you catch the implication. “Ah you’re right, they’re probably looking for me, I should go-“ your attempt to flee is easily thwarted as his larger body cages you in between himself and the patio railing.

“Nah, their too busy, I’m sure they’ll be reassured your okay if they remember to ask about you” his sudden grip on your back side has you gasp as you try to push against the chiseled chest between your delicate fingertips, “Excuse me, I really should be going-“.

“Cut the Fuckin’ act, you weren’t this disagreeable last time!” He snaps, catching your chin in between the thumb and forefinger of the hand not gripping your ass.

The shock of being called out has you gaping open mouthed back at him, “I played by the rules last time, you wanted to Dance so I asked you to dance, reassured you I was a good guy and all that other shit, I’ve been looking for you for half a year now, remembering how beautiful you looked beneath me, and the angelic sounds you made from my touch, m’sorry if I’m a bit too pent up to play your Fuckin games tonight princess”.

You bat your eyes as you pout your lips when the pad of his thumb caresses your plump appendages.

“Awww was I too straightforward? You imagined our reunion would be sweeter than this? C’mere dumbass” he isn’t gentle when your lips meet his, despite the shyness you show him once again when his tongue playfully engages with yours. Looking back on this time in the future, you’ll realize you didn’t stand a chance at ever truly escaping from him. The realization of this hits you heavy as you find yourself in the back of a fancy car with a driver taking the two of you back to the place you’d managed to give him the slip last time.

Rather than risk you trying to scamper off into the night, he scoops you up in his arms and carries you inside, up the same stairs you’d nervously followed him up last time. You felt each of the remaining beats left in your heart, relished the almost sensual rythm it pounded out within your chest. This was how you chose to remember the moments before it ceases to ever move another inch.

The first time you’d entered this lavish bedroom had you realizing just how sheltered you’d truly been all your life. 

It was so easy to forget all the warnings and lectures on saving your virtue, as you became lost in those crimson orbs. You hadn’t thought twice about lowering yourself to kneel before him, the way you stared up at him with such reverence as though he were something to be worshipped.

“I’ve never done any of this before”

That statement both saved your life and sealed your fate. Originally, he’d just planned to drain you dry and let you wither away into a husk, to be swept away by the wind at first light. Plans change.

Forever here would your innocence lie; First blood, shared and swapped between hungry lips, and any excess sinking into expensive Italian sheets as your pleasurable cries resound around the bedroom walls. Laying with you in his arms was the most at peace he’s felt in five hundred years. It was only natural for him to get some much needed rest, but waking up to an empty bed, well that didn’t sit right with him. He curses as he jumps out of bed, all terrifying snarls and gnashing teeth as he continuously berated himself inside of his head.

-Should of fucking turned her the second she’d passed out, who knows how long it will take to find her again!

When you’d made it back to your dingy little apartment the first slivers of sunlight illuminated the way as you were barely able to stumble into bed. Next time you woke up the sun was setting on Monday evening, you’d been sure you’d got home around 4 am on Saturday …What the hell had happened? The fog clouding your memory, skin being adorned by so many bruises making you look something akin to a Dalmatian, accompanied by the aching in places that had your face burning with embarrassment…That served in solidifying your decision of becoming a temporary shut in.

Returning to the present in a daze, It’s not the feeling of your clothes seeming to have disappeared as you’re tossed on the bed that has you sensing overwhelming dread.

It’s the heavy weight of something fastened to your ankle, surely put there to prevent another possible escape attempt. If news of your disappearance and inevitable death happened to reach the bum fuck town your parents continue to reside in, your mother would blame your early demise on your fascination with sin, but to the public she’d claim it on a thorn of the flesh. Apparently all the prayers herself and the other delusional townsfolk would have undoubtedly said for you by now weren’t capable of preventing this sticky end.

“Six Fucking months I looked for you…You won’t get away from me ever again…”

In the blink of an eye he was looming over you, and the inferno blazing within that crimson gaze threatened to consume you.

“I…I didn’t think-“ your stammering is cut off by the annoyed huff that escapes him, “Tch, course you didn’t think, didn’t think I’d care if you ran out on me? Didn’t think I’d look for you? Guess you thought fucking wrong then hah?”. It’s adorable the way your bottom lip trembles as you force yourself to continue staring up at him, tears shimmering behind your lashes.

The display only made him feel more desire, his teeth ached to sink into you, to condemn you to an eternity by his side.

You shuddered, eyes closing as his fingers blazed a trail down your chest, thumbing each of your nipples before tip toeing down your stomach. Only to come back up and strike each mound before pinching the stiff peaks.

“Look at me”

A whimper escapes you as you shake your head, he doesn’t like that. 

Let me in

Once again your chin is gripped between his thumb and forefinger, applying pressure that has your jaw creaking, “I said look at me”. Your eyes open and all you can see is red, it’s sucking you in, drowning you in pools of crimson.

Rummaging around inside your head, Katsuki sees you writhing around in your bed, feels the yearning you felt as you longed for his touch instead of your own. Sees the night sky and busy streets through your eyes as you sniffle, chastising yourself for calling your mother, and hating yourself for even slightly hoping that she had anything other than venom to spit. Of course she was disgusted by your confession and still furious at your desertion.

“I’m not a bit surprised that you gave away your virtue so easily. Running off to live in sin! Don’t you dare return here with some bastard child on your hip, I won’t let you pass the threshold unless you’ve decided to repent! Learn your lesson the hard way, you are no child of mine until then!”

The loneliness you felt was something Katsuki was all too familiar with.

“I…I know what…you are” your whispered words interrupted his venture into your head. Now that your eyes were wide open again, the man above you pressed his forehead to your’s. “You’re a…You’re one of them”.  Your teeth began to chatter after you managed to stutter the words out.

“What am I exactly?” His tone mocking, your lashes flutter when his tongue runs across your lips, “Are you afraid y/n? Hah?”. His lips ghost over your’s once more, and then he’s pulling away from you. You are afraid, afraid he might just melt into the shadows around the room and leave you alone. So you make a grab for him, with pleading but still lust filled eyes, “I’m not scared of you, if you wanted me dead you would have done it last time….I feel it too y’know…M’not as stupid as I look”.

A beautiful flash of defiance appears in your eyes as you continue, “You made me feel more love in one night than I’ve felt my entire life…There’s something going on here…How did I know your name before you ever told me it? Just as you knew mine? It’s not possible that we met before that night…is it?

“I ran away because once I woke up I was frightened, I gave myself to a complete stranger, a being that I was taught preyed upon weak willed, easy to deceive fools out alone at night…I fell into the traps I’d been warned about for years and all I can think about is how badly I want you to ensnare and keep me trapped with you forever…” your hands aren’t shaking when they run up his muscular biceps and loop around his neck “Make me your’s again Katsuki, for good this time”.

Of course he’s more than happy to oblige, this was going to happen wether you wanted it to or not, but it was better to have you willing.

If his heart was capable of pounding it would be hammering away in his chest right now. To have you this close again brought an end to his agonizing loneliness.

Spending 400 years without you was awful in itself, but the pain returned ten fold when you’d slipped through his fingers six months ago. Katsuki wanted to hate you for tricking him into believing the all consuming loneliness had come to an end, letting that old wound scab over as he slept soundly with you in his arms. Only to awaken with empty arms and the chill of his empty bed, but I still the wound re-opened the full ache replaced with a sharp sting beginning again. You may not remember your past lives together, but he did. Then again, considering you knew his name before he’d omitted it, maybe the memories were just as locked away inside your head.

As good a control as Katsuki prides himself on having, he felt it slipping after your request. Buying himself some time to cool off, he slips down your body to settle himself between your thighs. Last time he’d split you open on his cock before getting a proper taste of you. The blood that dribbled out of you had been so sweet, so savory that he had slip his tongue inside your mouth so you could see what all the fuss was about. The memory has him rutting against the bed as he takes a bite of your thigh, flicking his tongue over the skin to soothe it. Grinning at the way your arch up off the mattress, you tug at his hair as he slurps up some of your juices, giving your clit a harsh suck and a tiny little nibble, just for the sake of hearing you cry.

“Please don’t make me wait anymore, I need you”

You quit blubbering when he’s hovering over you once more.

Trailing one of his fingers over the small trail of blood that he leftover on your thigh. You open your mouth instantly as he presses down on your tongue, keeping eye contact while sucking his finger clean.

Finally the blunt tip of his dripping cock pokes through your lips and prods at the rim of your hole. Pressing inside of you Katsuki lets out a hiss as you throw your head back, lips forming an O at the sinful sensation. The stretch is painful but welcomed at the same time, your inner walls are sucking him in, squeezing his cock just as fucking tight as last time “Fuckin hell your choking me princess, loosen up”.

His words have you doing the opposite, instead squeezing around him harder for a few seconds, before your legs are securely gripping his waist.

Good, now there is no escape for either one of you.

“Hold on tight baby, cause this next part is going to hurt, and once I get a taste of you on my tongue I really won’t be capable of being nice”

He warns you, stroking your cheek with his thumb, the emotion burning in his eyes is reassuring.

“Then I’ll remember everything? We’ll be together for eternity this time?” You limit yourself to two questions, cunt pulsing around the intrusion as you cock warm him.

“You should, once you grant me full access into your mind, you did it earlier so it should be easy a second time…You won’t ever be able to escape me princess, once I mark you I’ll always be able to find you, there won’t be anywhere you can hide” his lips press against the spot on your neck, and your trembling fingers thread together with his.

The seconds before the bite were a blur, and though you could feel yourself screaming, it was as if no sound had slipped out. It hurt so much, you sobbed as your life force was seemingly drawn out of you.

You think you’d cried for your mother at some point, when the venom started circulating through your veins. Everything was burning, it was all so excruciating! You felt the last beat of your heart, it pounded up until the very end and then it was over. The heaviness that’s weighed on you since your teen years was gone. You felt featherlight, like you could walk on air! Your mind was free from the weight of guilt, sorrow, failure, and loneliness, those feelings could be cast aside just like your mortality had been. you started to come to, Katsuki’s voice inside your head was the most beautiful sound,

“You back with me now? You did so good baby, m’so proud of you…feeling a little better?”.

Your eyes opened, a scarlet ring surrounded and faded into the e/c, they were somehow even more captivating than ever like this.

Blinking up at the handsome face hovering inches above your own you grinned at him. Your tongue found the sharpened points of your canines instantly, poking at each of the new additions curiously. A wave of intense and sudden desire had your fingers tangling themselves in ash blonde locks, with much more strength than normal you pulled their owner in for a kiss. The taste of your blood was still fresh on his lips, it stained his tongue, and you delighted at this. The internal walls of your cunt clenched around the cock still inside of it. The two of you moan in unison as Katsuki gives an experimental rut of his hips, which was quickly reciprocated by you grinding down on him.

I can’t believe this bastard had me cock warming him while I was unconscious and suffering!

The sudden loud laugh that your lover emits against your lips startled you. He continues laughing once your mouths are separated and your eyes narrow, “What’s so funny?” You practically hiss. His reply doesn’t reach your ears verbally, I can hear you idiot! rattles around the inside of your skull. You gasp loudly, eyes widening as he continues speaking directly inside your head; I was planning on fucking you through your transformation but I guess I got a bit overwhelmed once I got to taste you again….Had to make sure I did everything properly to turn you, then once I felt your fear and anxiety coming through I just needed to comfort you…

“So we can share our thoughts and emotions through some sort of mental link?” You asked out loud, muttering a quiet “Guess I’ll need to work on it…” as an afterthought.

“Our souls are bound to each other forever, without one the other can’t exist” he replies, placing a tender kiss on your lips. Which quickly becomes more heated and knowing that this intense desire is not only your feelings but also his has something awakening inside of you. You actually do let out a loud hiss when your hips are pinned to the mattress, putting a stop to their grinding against his.

“Awww Whatsamatter?” You could feel the smugness radiating off him, rather than making you Angry, it only succeeds in making you that much more desperate for him.

“Is she upset because my princess wants to get her guts rearranged? Seems my innocent little lamb has been replaced by a cock hungry whore….Beg for it if you want it” the filthy language has you clench around him once again “Like getting talked to like this baby? Fuck yeah you do, I can feel it”.

He can’t help but gently press both your guy’s hips together again, unknowingly making the head of his cock poke at your Gspot.

The soft keen you let out sounds angelic to him, and he’s barely holding himself together at this point. Katsuki could feel a pulse in his cock as it throbs inside your tight little cunt, he won’t be able to control himself when he does get around to fucking you. There was just one thing he needed first, “Tell your sire how badly you want him to ruin your sweet little angel cunt, and how you only exist to be his cock sleeve…maybe then I’ll give you what you want princess”.

The crude words easily spilled from between his lips, the expectant smirk he wore while looking down on you ignited a fire in your gut.

You opened your mouth attempting to comply, despite the burning sensation of your cheeks. It wasn’t going to be easy to get over the “ways of a proper woman” that had pretty much been beaten into you, wether you’d transformed into a “creature of the night” or not. Your bottom lip is suddenly sucked behind your pointed teeth, ending the prolonged eye contact as you begin to feel insecure.

From age five up until you’d fled from your hometown, every week you were forced to attend a class (which honestly was just a group meeting at a specific house for two hours) with other girls ages ranging from five to eighteen. The old crow that taughtlectured you each week was a bitter woman with posture so straight it was as if a yardstick was wedged up her ass, a tongue that was sharp enough to cut down any younger woman that suffered from low self esteem, often reducing them to sit there sniffling through silent tears. Supposedly Margaret was an heiress and affluent socialite in her younger years, but after her mother had been exposed as the towns resident homewrecker It filled the young woman with such despair she fled to a convent  that happily took her in. That’s how the never married, childless, bitch became “Sister Margaret”.

“No man worth anything would want a foul mouthed, continuously speaking out of turn, heard before she’s seen type of Trollip” says the sister, as she paces around  her living room. Beady narrowed eyes scan the faces of each young girl present,  judgment  always evident in her stare. Locking eyes with you as she continues; “The only time you should ever speak your mind is at the end of the night while kneeling beside your bed while saying your prayers, the all mighty above should be your only confidant, your spouse has more important things to worry about than some silly housewife dribble”.

HEY

The angry voice inside your head and hand clutching your chin succeeds in recapturing your attention. Realizing the angry blonde must have seen the memory you’d recalled had you nervously shift beneath him, attempting to break eye contact again. The anger surging through your neglected sire is thrilling as well as terrifying, the creak of your jaw can be heard as familar pressure is reapplied when his thumb forces your mouth open.

“I guess I didn’t make myself clear enough earlier, so I’ll explain this only once and never again”  Katsuki pauses, leaning down to kiss you. Only he doesn’t…your eyes flutter shut in preparation, all you end up getting is his spit between your plump lips. He’s talking louder before you think to interrupt him.

I’m your god now, and I’m a jealous vengeful one at that…So I won’t take too kindly to any disrespect and that includes you ignoring me when I demand your fucking attention, and especially when I ask you to do something, you fucking do it without hesitation! I’m the center of your universe, your life, body, mind, all belong to me now, is that clear you Fucking whore?

His eyes glow, it’s such a vibrant red in the darkened bedroom, so much intensity directed solely on you is unnerving.

I..I can’t look away…what’s happening?

That’s right, just give in to me

“Please sire, my body and soul belong to you, please use me how ever you see fit my beloved”

Good Fuckin girl 

Drawing his hips back just to slam his cock back deeper inside of you, you cry out at the dull pain of him being buried so deep inside of you.

Any of the self restraint Katsuki previously showed you was gone, you were about to be ravaged by this feral beast of a man and you were excited. You longed for it, this was what you had desperately been seeking all your life, going against everything that had been engrained in you since childhood.

Becoming one with the darkness and finding endless amounts of pleasure in being damned for eternity. It all provided the most sensuous rush, your senses were overloaded.

You hadn’t even realized you’d bit Katsuki until the taste of him invaded your mouth. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the gentle sucking began. Rather than rip you off of his neck, a large hand on the back of your head keeps you in place encouraging you to suck more out of him.

The gentle movement of his cock slowly rocking in and out of you clouds have literally put you to sleep in this haze you’d found yourself in. When you pull your teeth from his skin you can’t help but swipe your tongue across the punctures left on his neck, placing a gentle kiss over them as well.

You had settled back down on the pillows, the drunken smile on your stained lips disappeared when you realized what you were dealing with. Oh shit… If you thought he was a monster before you hadn’t seen anything just yet. Katsuki was completely feral now, and you were his only outlet to take it out on.

“I-I’m sorry Katsuki! I don’t know what came over me I-“ your cut off by his hand clasped around your throat. “You marked me too…So now I can’t escape from you either, not that I’d ever want to…cunning little minx!” The smile he gives you is wide and menacing as he continues “I knew you definitely couldn’t handle me like this as a whelp of a human, and even with you being turned I was still planning to take it easy on you this time! Then you just had to go and provoke me”.

I didn’t do it on purpose 

“Oh I know that, you’ve always been such a sweet soul, not an ounce of deception in your head, but all actions have consequences, what kind of god would I be if I didn’t demonstrate this…”

You didn’t even have time to praise yourself for using telepathy, once he speaks the last word of his sentence, he throws his hips forward to sink back into your depths.

The breath had been stolen out of your lungs, each over exaggerated thrust into you was sending your body up the bed. Once you’d been pushed all the way back to the headboard, Katsuki once again has a hand around your throat, and his other is holding onto the metal bars that make up the headboard.

“I know you’ll always be my good girl, but inevitably something will happen, and no matter how accidental it may be, your poor little angel cunt will get the punishment for your unintentional transgressions…understand?

Yes Sire I understand 

Bending your legs at the knees you’re instructed to hold them up on either side of your body.

Katsuki lowers his head, fangs skimming their way up and down your flesh. It must be anticipation that’s building up in your gut, you are so wound up in the best kind of way. Your bent legs start to shake and your nails dig into the meat of your thighs as your fists clench, your mouth falls open as your tongue unabashedly slips out.

You try focusing on your panting breaths in attempts to calm yourself down but it’s no good.

Without warning the sharp points of teeth once again sink into your flesh. Your world is still and silent for a moment before erupting into euphoria. The crying that outpours from your mouth is like an angelic symphony to your beloved’s ears.

Saving some of your blood in his mouth, he shares it with you as he sucks your tongue into his mouth.

You’re trembling beneath him, shaky hands trying to take hold of him.

Please….Please….Please 

One more baby, wanna get you there one more time so we can fall apart together 

Katsuki knows your spent, and the overstimulation has began to overwhelm you but he can’t quit now. Not until he gets the experience he’s been craving throughout all these years of loneliness. Making sure his hands are gripping the head board he starts rapid firing the deep thrusts of his hips. You’re crying as you stare up at him, but it’s from happiness. Your internal walls start tightening up again, that sweet little angel cunt loves to keep his cock in a chokehold.

I love you…I love you Katsuki 

Fuck!

A loud screech sounds above your head as the metal bars in his fists are broken apart and what’s left in his hands is reduced to powder. The weight of his spent body laying atop your’s is surprisingly welcomed, like the best kind of weighted blanket.

Your continuous content coo’s are like beautiful music to him.

Both of you are still so high from feeling your souls entangled, becoming one entity despite being two separate beings.

I love you 

I love you 

I love you 

It’s a mantra on repeat in each of your heads until the first slivers of sunlight find a way to slip between black out curtains.

You succumb to sleep before Katsuki, and despite everything that just happened he finds himself cuffing one of your feet to  what’s left of the bed posts, and one of your wrists to his own.

Now try and run out on me

You only let out a content sigh, unconscious but still scooting closer to his body, needing to feel his bare skin on yours. Calloused fingers gently smooth fly away hairs out of your face, before a kiss is placed on your forehead.

Taking you in his arms, he’s finally able to lay down and get some much needed shut eye.

Despite the happiness in this moment, you will eventually wake up and desperately cling to him as you hysterical cry. Your memories from the past will be back once you open your eyes, and Katsuki will be here to comfort you until you come back to the present, blinking your now red ringed e/c eyes. 

Once the tears have dried up and you lay on top of him this time, keeping his cock wedged inside your warns insides to prevent the fresh batch of your shared essence inside, your lover can feel blood lust building. For the first time it’s not actually his own. The confusion in his eyes as he questions you mentally, earns a verbal reply;

“The one that ruined everything back then, was also reincarnated in this lifetime… and I know just where to find him”.

The malicious smile appearing on your lover’s face is mirrored back at him with an identically sinister grin of your own.

“I can’t wait for you to meet my folks”

A/N: So how was that for my first time writing Vampire AU? Like I said before, I got carried away since I enjoyed writing this story so much! Are you interested in finding out what happened between these two during y/n’s previous life? Do you have any guesses on who may be the mystery villain? What sort of punishment awaits them? I may split the second half of this story in two parts. I’d love some feedback on this one, but I still have a variety of stories left to post as continuation of my event, so stay tuned ❤️‍🔥

[serenataflwrsss]

So basically I wanted to make a spreadsheet to track the fics i read (theyre all mha by the way but i plan to add more fandoms) and i thought i might as well share it to anyone that wants recs so here is my spreadsheet (i will be updating it frequently btw). Enjoyyy 🤭🤭

EDIT: i redid the spreadsheet due to some technicalities so here is the link to the new one!!

[loverln]

unironically my favorite fanfiction right now. i love this fic so much i keep rereading this and CAN NOT WAIT to draw them in their drivesuits when i’m home from vacation.

[gwennevlis]

The feminine rage! Todoroki Rei fic. In which she writes a letter to Endeavor telling him exactly what she thinks of him.

[lliblo]

BN16 Catazawa

Prompt

There are quite a few fics that have Aizawa Shouta turning into a cat with the shenanigans that follow. But what about a cat turning into Aizawa? Instead he was born as a quirked animal and was later adopted by Inko Midoryia. After sometime with the family he was hit by a wayward quirk during a villain attack. Now he’s a cat stuck as a human teenager. 

-EraserMic? -Aizawa helps train Izuku?  -Aizawa only refers to Nezu as mouse? 

Here’s a fun little twist on the human to cat trope. Stories like this have so much potential and I didn’t get to touch on even half of what I wanted too in my own fic. 

My Fic

Link: AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/37329889/chapters/93147667

Summery: 

Being born without a name and only a cardboard box for shelter might have been worrying to some. That is if it weren't for the simple fact that he was a cat. As a quirked animal he smelt funny and in the rough world of survival of the fittest that was a good way to lose your primary caretaker before you’ve reached an age to fend for yourself.

Luckily, Aizawa Shouta found a new mother in the form of Midoriya Inko.

He vowed to dedicate himself to the mother that offered him unconditionally love and protection, something he would later need again as his life changed when he was hit by a wayward quirk turning him into a human teenager.

Follow Shouta’s life, both cat and human, as he stitches together his own little family that he’d not only die for, but kill for. Unfortunately dealing with the legal system sounds like a major inconvenience. So out of courtesy for the humans it’s something he’ll try to refrain from.

Rules for Use:

Feel free to expand or alter if this inspires you!

Repost a link to your fic on this post (I wanna read it!!)

Give proper credit and link this post in the fic itself (Pretty please?)

Return To: LlibLo’s Fan Fiction Prompt Index

[kacchanti]

CHAPTER 5 IS OUT!!!

[thatnewweeb]

Bakugo insisting you start wearing matching heart lockets.

This idea, of course, threw you off. Sure, he’s romantic to you, but that’s in private. He isn’t the type to wear a couple’s item in public.

Despite your suspicions, you obviously agreed. How could you possibly say no when he’d already bought the lockets, holding one out to you with a huge cute smile on his face.

And so you wear the locket for months. He’d already put pictures inside, and you were happy with his choice for yours. It was a picture that you’d taken of him when he was completely unaware, picking daisies to make a daisy chain for you on one of your dates.

When you asked what was in his, he just grinned and told you it was a secret, but it was one of his favourite pictures of you.

Eventually, after months of wondering and asking him to finally show you, he gives in, handing you his locket with the same grin he had when he originally refused.

Upon opening the locket, you blush in embarrassment and give your boyfriend a slap on the shoulder while he laughs.

You could barely believe he’d been walking around for months with a picture of your cum streaked, fucked out face in his sweet looking locket.

[favoriteficquotes]

Parent-teacher conferences were the bane of Shouta’s existence and he tries to limit the need for them as much as possible for his own health and tenuous sanity.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26616427/chapters/65217181#workskin

[animereaderinsertwriter]

tags/warnings: a/b/o, omega trafficking, omega!reader, post-trafficked!reader, complex discourse on mating vs marriage, breakup then makeup, angst with a happy ending, mention of erectile dysfunction, eventual smut, dubcon elements

song: Careless Whisper

Part II - Part I - ao3

When his phone rang, Shoto was sitting at his own dining room table and contemplating fixing himself a drink.

Or twenty.

His mate was sitting across from him, nattering on about her day. Shoto tried not to be annoyed. It wasn’t her fault that he despised her to her very, very shallow core. It wasn’t her fault that he longed for the true mate of his heart. It wasn’t her fault, plain and simple. He just wished she would stop talking. It would be easier to pretend she didn’t exist that way.

“—and then Brenda was like, slut shaming her sister Bonnie at the office, right,” she said, waving her fork around enough to spatter sauce across the table, “and then when Bonnie walked in, oh my God, it was like—”

She paused for half a second as Shoto’s ringtone blasted. He took the opportunity to stop her gabbing for a while and reached into his pocket for it despite the poor manners of the act, but then everything ceased to matter as he saw the contact name.

(Y/N).

His heart lurched. A thousand scenarios and calculations ran through his mind as he answered the call, each of them both better and worse than the next. The call connected, Shoto answered.

“Hey,” he said, hoping he didn’t sound as desperate as he felt. “What’s up?”

Nothing. There was some shuffling, then the line went dead. A butt dial, then? No— at this time of night, (Y/N)’s phone would be on the charger as she cooked dinner. Well, unless—

Shoto visualized a calendar in his mind and counted the months and weeks. If his calculations were correct, then—

He stood. His mate, befuddled, asked where he was going.

“Out,” he replied curtly. “Don’t wait up.”

Her scent rippled with distress, and Shoto felt physical pain at the harm he’d caused her. With a curt bow, he bade her goodbye, grabbing his coat from the door on the way out. 

Pain didn’t matter all that much to him anymore.

As he walked from his mate’s home to (Y/N)’s new apartment on the east side, his mind raced at the possibilities that lay before him. He hadn’t heard from his wife in months— that she was calling him now couldn’t be because things were going well. Maybe her heat had started and she’d gotten sick, as she sometimes did; in that case, it was plausible that she would have called him out of habit, then changed her mind. Or, worse, it was certainly a possibility that she’d been so sick that she couldn’t speak to answer him. That would make sense if the heat had affected her quirk, as it sometimes did. So often had she used her voice quirk, Scream, to defend herself against attackers during her heat that her body had begun to associate that flux of hormones with vocal damage. All of those options were plausible, possible, even likely. Still, though, one other distinct possibility had lodged itself firmly in Shoto’s mind and refused to leave, drowning out all else.

Maybe, in the midst of her heat, (Y/N) had wanted him.

The thought alone had him half-hard in his pants, which was a miracle in and of itself. During the time that he and (Y/N) had been separated, he had tried to be a good mate, help his partner through her heat, give her the things he owed her as her alpha, but— well. He hadn’t been able to hold an erection for her to save his life. No matter the position, no matter the hormones, it was like— it was like he was broken. No that he cared, or that it mattered. He felt so hollow these days. Perhaps it was for the better. 

Shoto shook those thoughts away. He'd never had a moment's trouble with (Y/N). When he thought of her wet and wanting him, thinking of him, longing for him as she fucked herself with her fingers, comfortable at long last with her own pleasure, he found the idea heavy and heady in his mind, and he felt his body rise to the occasion. 

Easy, he warned himself as he began the climb up the stairs to (Y/N)'s apartment. She might not react well to alpha hormones blazing right off the get-go. Breathe, control it. 

The last thing Shoto expected to find at the end of that last flight of stairs was an open door and alpha scent. Suddenly alert, wary, he spread his hands, summoning flame to light the apartment, and what he found killed any warm and fuzzy alpha desires he might have had. 

(Y/N)'s apartment had been absolutely trashed. Every drawer had been dumped out, every piece of furniture upended; there wasn't a single thing in the place left intact. A few scents, mostly alpha, caught Shoto's attention, and his blood ran cold when he didn't find (Y/N) anywhere within. Gradually, his hero instincts surfaced, analyzing, understanding; shortly after, his alpha instincts raged forth, for once in accordance with his own heart. 

With calm and sure fingers, Shoto dialed his secretary's number. Hopefully he wouldn't be bothering the man at a bad time, even if it wouldn't be the first time Shoto had called in his skills after hours.

"Lee-san," Shoto said when his secretary answered, "I need you to get in touch with the most elite heroes we have access to at the agency. My wife is missing, and I'm going to find her. Send a good tracker with them— I'm not waiting for them when the trail is this fresh."

"Todoroki-san!" Lee interjected, stepping harshly on Shoto's delicate, fraying patience. "Forgive my saying so, but you should wait for backup to—"

Shoto hung up. He didn't have time for nonsense. With purposeful strides, he made his way to the threshold of the door where (Y/N)'s scent was most fresh, and inhaled deeply. Closing his eyes, he allowed her scent— intimate, familiar— to swell, linger in his nose. He opened his eyes, and as he began his descent of their stairs, he could ever-so-faintly catch the scent of his wife lingering in the air. 

I'm coming, darling, he thought, murder on his mind. Hang in there. 

***

(Y/N) came to with her hands tied above her head and slick coating her thighs. A thick gag had been forced into her mouth, a few men— one alpha, one omega, one beta— stood before her, talking amongst themselves. By the time (Y/N) had truly awakened, the three of them had noticed her consciousness, and the alpha grinned at her, voracious and predatory. 

"Good evening, Mrs. Todoroki," he greeted her, his hormones loud and fragrant as he moved closer. "My friends and I have some questions about your husband and his agency."

If (Y/N) could have laughed, she would have. Instead, she kicked wildly out with one leg, attempting to strike at the alpha, but the blow felt short. All she caught was air, and the alpha smirked. 

"We thought that might be your feeling," he said. "To remedy that, we brought a little something that we thought would persuade you to feel differently."

The omega reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small rectangular box. He opened it, revealing a syringe and glass bottle, and panic ripped through (Y/N) as swiftly and violently as a wolf's teeth through sheep-flesh. Desperate with fear, she began to thrash, screaming for help through the gag in her mouth, knowing no one would come. 

This is it, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut. This is how I die. I can't do this again. I can't.

"Do it," the alpha commanded. "Bernard, hold her still."

The beta stepped forward. Once he was within range, (Y/N) unleashed hell, hitting him squarely in the belly, chest, then throat with her foot as many times as she could before she was finally subdued, held at knifepoint by her larger, stronger captor. 

"Hurry up," grumbled Bernard the beta to his omega counterpart. "I can't stand the smell of her."

Despite herself, (Y/N)'s face warmed with embarrassment. A fresh wave of cramps hit her, followed by a rush of fluid, and she closed her eyes once more, wishing to be anywhere else.

There was a sharp, burning pain in her neck as the syringe was inserted. Once it was done, Bernard released her, and (Y/N) felt herself begin to tremble. Hot tears seared her cheeks. Her heart raced, and she felt queasy; it would only be a matter of time, she knew, before she was no longer herself. Hopefully, her years of forced overuse of heat enhancers would give her some level of tolerance to it, but (Y/N) could not doubt the drug's effectiveness. In a few minutes, she would be begging for alpha cock and would do or say anything to get it. 

The humiliation was the worst part, she decided. To be damned by your own biology— how pathetic. 

As her tears fell, (Y/N) thought of Shoto. She wondered what he would think of her; she wondered if he would blame himself. Then, remembering his new mate, she wondered if he would care at all, or if his biology had damned her as well.

The drug was working. (Y/N) could feel her temperature rising, sweat forming on her brow. She twisted uncomfortably, her numb arms and aching shoulders stiff from the abuse of the ropes she was hung from. Her abdomen began cramping once more, and she cried out against the pain. 

Shoto, she thought, her heart longing for the only man she had ever loved. Shoto. 

(Y/N) lost herself. She wanted— she needed an alpha, needed a mate, needed to be bred. She felt that she might die without it. It was hot, it was so hot, it was too fucking hot— there was an alpha across the way, but he was too far. She couldn't move. Why couldn't she move? She was an omega in heat, why wasn't the alpha coming to her? Didn't he want her?

"Oh, yes," she felt more than heard the alpha say. "She'll be ready to talk soon."

Something within (Y/N) stirred. She sniffed the air. She sniffed again, then wrinkled her nose. This alpha was unworthy. He smelled weak, like soured milk and a mother's teat. She couldn't allow this one to breed her; his offspring wouldn't last even a mild summer, much less a harsh winter. Whatever happened, it couldn't be him. She wouldn't allow it. 

But then, she ached. She needed an alpha— needed, needed, needed—

A crash sounded in the distance, followed by gunfire. Another crash, a scream. (Y/N) squirmed, her body sensing something amiss, and the alpha in front of her turned to the door, his scent turning acrid with piss-smelling fear. The door burst open, slammed off of its hinges by an icy battering ram, and then there was a new alpha presence in the room that drew (Y/N)'s full attention. 

Shoto Todoroki— tall, imposing, and deadly— stood before her, emanating rage and raw power. An alpha's growl ripped from his throat, harsh and bone-chilling; (Y/N) keened, her aching body arching, and with a single flick of his fingers, Shoto froze every other man in the room solid.

Now that was an alpha. That was a fit mate, a fine sire for strong pups. It was this one or none, (Y/N) decided. 

The alpha approached her, his strides full of predatory power and grace. He was speaking to her in low, gentle tones made quick by concern, but (Y/N) didn't hear any of it as he wrapped her legs around his waist. Gently, he held her so that she wouldn't fall when he used white-hot flames to sever the ropes that bound her; pressed so close to him, (Y/N) could smell the rising hormones of the alpha, could feel his body responding to hers in the stirring of pre-rut. Once she was free and the ropes slipped from her hands, Shoto removed the gag from her mouth, and then there was nothing between (Y/N) and the urging of her body.

(Y/N) opened her mouth wide and sank her teeth into the flesh of the junction between his neck and shoulder. She bit down hard, hard enough to draw blood, hard enough to truly wound, and the alpha who held her roared in pain. Primitive pride rose in (Y/N), knowing she had shown him her strength; now, he would know that she would be a strong mother to strong pups. Satisfied, she released the pressure of her teeth against the mark, pulling back— but she didn't get very far before her alpha bit her in turn, using equal force and tenacity.

The thrill of the bond crashed through her with all the force and sensation of a broken spine. There was a pop, then acute agony— she whined, high and needy, but her alpha did not release her. He held her there, demanding her complacence, and she willingly gave it, her body convulsing with the force of the bond.

He released her, pulling away. His lips and teeth were bloody, and (Y/N) surged forward, tasting the coppery flavor of her own blood from his incisors. Her alpha turned the motion into a kiss, strong but gentle; his warm hand splayed over her back, steadying her as he tasted her lips, tongue, and teeth. 

"Mate," he said in a soft alpha purr, and (Y/N) could bear it no longer.

"Please," was all she had the coherence to say, and, thankfully, that was all Shoto needed to hear. 

With soft strength, her alpha knelt on the ground, careful to keep a gentle hold of her; with tender kisses, he lowered her to let her back rest on the floor. As she lay trembling beneath him, he took a single flaming finger and flayed open her shirt, then her pants, leaving her entirely bare. As his own clothes got the same treatment, (Y/N)'s thighs and pussy felt suddenly chilled from being so wet and exposed to open air— but thankfully, that discomfort didn't last for long. Shoto stroked his hard cock once, twice, then lined himself up with her entrance and pushed inside. (Y/N) arched into him, unable to think much past full— so full!— and then he was moving, readjusting so that his face was tucked into the mark he'd left moments before and their entire torsos were touching. 

It was in this way that he fucked her. With deep, powerful strokes, he sated the need inside her. There was no hurry to the act, no heated rush; there was only deep, aching fulfillment, a thorough claiming. (Y/N) found herself keening, high and desperate as Shoto licked and sucked at the bond marking over her neck, still steadily fucking her. She came not long after, her body sore and sick with stress but so, so satisfied. 

It was a while yet before her alpha finished, following her into bliss— but when he did, it was inside her, his knot swelling to tie them together until the moment came for them to separate. Exhausted, (Y/N) took comfort in the heavy weight of her alpha draped over her. Wrapped in his warmth, she allowed sleep to overtake her, trusting Shoto with her safety as she rested. 

***

(Y/N) and Shoto sat together in the waiting room of the doctor's office, awkwardly leaving a seat between them as they waited to be called back. 

It had been a week since the incident. Once backup had arrived on the scene to find Shoto and (Y/N) entangled, mated, and wounded by the uncharacteristic violence of their mating bites, Shoto had come back to himself enough to be embarrassed by the state of things. An hour later, sitting at the side of (Y/N)'s hospital bed, Shoto had come back to himself enough to feel bone-deep shame, not at how he'd been found, but at his own actions. How could he have lost himself so thoroughly and with so little resistance that he would risk the life of the woman he loved? How could he have been so stupid, so mindless, so selfish?

(Y/N) hadn't even blamed him, though. When she’d finally woken after a death-like sleep, she had turned her head to him, ever sweet, ever gentle, and said,

“Thank you.”

She had smiled at him then, her eyes full of tears. Shoto had felt sick with shame and unworthiness, but he didn’t have time to say anything back before what little strength (Y/N) had left her, and her eyes closed once more. 

Since then, they hadn’t spoken. Natsuo, ever protective of his favorite sister-in-law, had ensured that Shoto was kicked out of the hospital room and escorted to the police station to give his statement, and the next thing Shoto knew, he was being handed papers saying that he had a new mating bond— a strong, legally binding bond, and apparently, his only bond. After that, he’d been dragged to his old mate’s home by one of her friends and had since been dealing with the aftermath of the violent breaking of such a bond by staying on Touya’s couch and hiding from everyone and everything until the whole thing blew over.

Now, at Natsuo’s recommendation, Shoto and (Y/N) were meeting with a physician to see about the bond— to confirm its existence, the health of the bonded, and the dissolution of any previous bonds belonging to either party. Additionally, they would likely be given the option to dissolve the bond using chemical injections and physical separateness.

Selfishly, Shoto hoped it didn’t come to that. Desperately, he hoped that by some miracle, (Y/N) would look at him once more and see someone worth loving, worth being with; he hoped against all hope that she could still love him despite all that he had done to her.

She hadn’t contacted him during the week, though. She hadn’t said so much as a word to anyone outside of Natsuo, who was still angry enough that he was barely speaking to Shoto. She must be furious, or hurt, or—

“Shoto?”

He looked over to find (Y/N) staring at him, nervously wringing her hands.

“Yeah?”

There were tears in her eyes as she spoke.

“I’m sorry.”

Confused, he blinked.

“For what, darling?”

Her composure broke, then. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her face scrunched, and Shoto could bear the distance between them no more. He moved to the empty chair between them, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, and she wept into his side, all the while still trying to apologize.

“I— keep, like— ruining everything,” she cried, shaking with the force of her tears. “You— you were settled with your mate and then I— and then I called you because I’m stupid and then I— and then I—”

She couldn’t finish. She collapsed in on herself, utterly hysterical, and Shoto held her. Shamefully, there was a small, fervent part of him that was glad to hold her, to have the warmth of her body pressed against him; he felt the urge to press his lips against the still-fresh wound of her mark, to use his alpha wiles to soothe and calm her, but managed to resist, if only by inches.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he told her gently, rubbing his hand over her back. “I’m glad you called me.”

“You— you are?”

She looked up at him, eyes wet and shining with her tears.

“I am,” he replied, squeezing her arm. “Because you called, I was able to find you. I would have died if—”

He cleared his throat.

“If something had happened to you.”

Those were not the words he’d meant to say. He’d meant to say, I would have died if it had been any other man there saving you. If you had marked and bonded another alpha, I would have never recovered.

(Y/N) watched him, her eyes ever-sharp, and she moved to pull away.

“That’s very sweet of you,” she said through her sniffles, as though she hadn’t understood a thing he said. “You’re- you’re always so considerate, but that doesn’t m-mean that you deserve what happened as a result.”

Shoto didn’t think before he spoke. The words bubbled up and came out quite without his permission.

“If you’re referring to the bond,” he told her, staring deep into her eyes, “I’m glad it happened.”

(Y/N)’s eyes grew wide, but Shoto wasn’t finished.

“Maybe the circumstances could have been better, and maybe we could have found a way to hurt one another less in the process, but truthfully, darling—”

He took her hand in his.

“I was miserable before, with that other woman. I hated her and longed for you every waking moment. It might be selfish, but what happened gave me the chance to be bonded to the woman I have always loved, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

(Y/N) stared at him, speechless. She probably hated him now, Shoto thought distantly. She probably thought he was the most selfish, boneheaded alpha asshole—

“Shoto Todoroki,” she said, and her scent began to gather, coalescing aggressively into something wonderful and terrifying, “Do you mean to say—”

She stopped, her throat tightening, and Shoto told her the only truth he knew.

“I love you,” he told her. “I never stopped.” 

In the beautiful, impossible way that only she could manage, (Y/N) smiled like she was seeing color in the world for the first time. She took Shoto’s breath away, and he just couldn’t help himself any longer. He kissed her softly, tenderly, and her hands came up to brace on his shoulders. Her thumb brushed the bite mark she’d left on him earlier in the week, and a growl escaped his lips, drawing attention from the other people in the waiting room.

“Take me home,” (Y/N) said, pulling away to look in his eyes. “I need you, Shoto.”

Shoto tried very hard to concentrate. 

“But the doctor—”

“Damn the doctor.” She brushed her hand over Shoto’s bond mark again, and he shivered. “Take me home. To our home.”

Shoto only needed to be told twice. 

“Let’s go then,” he said, standing. “To our home.”

So they went. 

Afterwards, they talked. They talked about everything— Shoto’s time with the other woman, (Y/N)’s career at the branch office, the feelings they both had about what happened. In the middle of things, Natsuo called, worried out of his mind about their missed appointment, but when he heard (Y/N)’s laughter in the background, he was immediately mollified, telling Shoto not to fuck it up again. In the space of a single afternoon, the misery of six months was erased, long-forgotten in the face of deep, enduring love. 

“It was worth it though,” said (Y/N) thoughtfully. “Everything we’ve been through has been worth it to me to get here, with you.”

Shoto thought about it. He considered the heartache, the anguish, the misery; he considered his current happiness, and the love he bore his wife and mate.

“It was worth it,” he agreed. “You are worth it.”

And so it was.

[yandere-mha]

How about a Yandere Mirio or Tamaki headcanon? By the way, I love your writing.

Thank you so much, love!!! Also don’t get me wrong I love writing for Dabi but it’s nice to see a request about someone else so I thank you for that <3 I’m a sucker for Tamaki so I’ll write for him if you want me to choose one. Please feel free to request Mirio in a different one if you want!

TW: EMOTIONAL ABUSE, KIDNAPPING, AND TORTURE MENTION.

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Yandere Tamaki:

This boy is... for lack of a better term... a mess.

Emotionally, he wants nothing more than for you to ghost your lips over his neck and ears, tracing your fingers on his skin so softly and tenderly that he hardly even feels you there. He wants you to look at him with that sparkle in your eyes that he loves so much and for you to tell him that you want to be with him forever. The thought takes hold of every dream and fantasy he has and he pictures your face every time he closes him eyes.

He would never accept that kind of affection from you though. You’re his perfect angel and it’s his job to protect you, but he will never see himself as worthy enough to touch you like that even if you begged him.

If he felt like you were in danger, he would kidnap you in a heartbeat just to keep you close to him so that he can look after you, but still he would never touch you. He gives you an entire Shakespeare soliloquy as to why he’s a stain on the world and how he can’t taint your purity. He even starts to cry. Melodramatic much?

He would feel immense guilt over kidnapping you. Any way you could react would result in the water works from him.

If you’re frightened and crying, he’ll cry twice as loud and you can barely make out 20 different ways to say sorry in between his blubbering sobs. He’ll do anything you ask if it will make you less scared of him... except let you go. He tries his best to look as unassuming and small as possible. Please don’t be scared of him.

If you come out angry, kicking, and screaming: he will take every hit and beg for more. “If you hate me then please kick me until I die!”. There’s tears and snot running down his face and he looks absolutely pathetic. You almost feel bad for him.

He’s the type of yandere to have the one timid side that he shows his s/o, but has a very violent side to him that he hides from them.

If anyone so much as thinks about hurting his perfect angel, he will torture them slowly and without mercy. He’s not sadistic, but he’s definitely not sympathetic either. He’ll go out on a manhunt with a hit list of anyone you’ve ever mentioned wronging you in some way.

One of his worst fears is for his darling to fear him, so they can never know about this at any cost.

He wants to cuddle you to sleep so bad it hurts but he can’t even let himself sleep in the same bed as you. He knows he doesn’t have the self restraint for that.

Sometimes you’ll shift in your sleep and see him standing at the foot of your bed and staring at you with a pained, wide-eyed expression. You’re not sure if this is actually him or a sleep paralysis demon that looks too much like him for comfort, but sometimes ignorance is bliss.

[beigehearts]

Bakugo kidnaps you drabble

all of my coming stories with Bakugo will be him aged up--- I did Aizawa so a few more will be coming after this for various characters

TW: strong language, physical abuse

Working at a daycare seems pretty easy but try convincing kids that ham is not worth fighting over. It's close to impossible. But you love your job, and working with kids. It's super rewarding; like seeing the two kids who just tried to stab each other with plastic forks over a piece of ham, now sleeping in the same cot for nap time.

There's only one kid left to be picked up. The daycare is open until 730, but it's 8 right now. You glance at the little boy playing with an All Might toy and a Barbie doll. He's sitting in front of the large doll house, making noises ranging from high pitched talking to explosion sounds. He's always picked up late and dropped off early. You always stay before and after with him, not wanting to hold up the other employees.

The door jingles and the both of you look at the entrance. His mom is standing there looking very tired. There are bags under her eyes and her hair is turning grey. Despite this, she smiles at her son and stretches her arms out wide. He drops his toys and yells, "Mom!!" And runs into her arms.

She says thank you and goodbye, so you get around to cleaning up the daycare. You sweep and disinfect, and set up the toys for the next day.

You're in the middle of trying to stand up some hero dolls when the door jingles again. It's probably your coworker, she's always forgetting something. You call out to her with your back turned, still trying to position the dolls. "Hey Nanami! I put your earrings at the front desk."

Before she can say anything you continue, beginning to scold her. "You really need to remember your things! I'm going to start throwing them away, we have a whole lost and found basket just for your stuff. Speaking of whi-"

"Not Nanami." A man's voice says, cutting you off.

You feel your face begin to burn red out of embarrassment, it must be a parent. You scramble to your feet and turn around. "Oh I'm sorry, Mr..."

You squint at the man, almost not believing what you're seeing. No way... Is that? Is that, DynaMight?

"How can I help you Mr. DynaMight?" You ask awkwardly.

His usual grumpy expression is spread across his face. "You." He points at you, but you still look around just to make sure he's pointing at you. "Yes you, who else is there?"

He drops his hand and groans, "Come with me." Something about him seems off. He's always dark and dreary but it's different than on tv. His eyes are cold and show dark intent. He's tall and muscular but it doesn't make you want to swoon, it makes you want to hide.

You swallow a lump of newly developing fear, "I uh, I'm not done cleaning."

His brows furrow and he grits his teeth, "Looks pretty damn clean to me."

"Where do you want me to go?" You ask dumbly.

"I said with me. Are you stupid? Are you deaf? Do you need to clean your ears? Let's go." You continue standing there and staring at him after his barrage of insults. This seems to tick him off.

He trudges towards you and grabs your bicep, "Let's go."

What? Leave? With a man who looks like he has murderous intent? With a man you don't know? Well, you do know him. You just don't know him. But even if he is a hero, you're not just going to let him drag you somewhere.

"Hey! Let me go! I'm not going with you." You cry out.

He grips your arm tighter, "What did you say?"

"I said let me go, you big.. Gorilla!" You yell out.

"Gorilla?" He questions. Before he can say anything else though, you take the Clorox in your free hand and spray his face.

He yells out in pain and lets go of your arm to wipe his eyes. That's when you make a break for it. You run, no, you sprint out of the building. Your heart begins pounding and you gasp for air. Your lungs burn as you refuse to let your legs stop. Your legs that cry out for you to stop. It feels like you run for miles, and for insurance you take a few sharp corners so he doesn't see you running straight down the street. All to no avail.

You feel two strong hands grip the back of your neck and your waist. He pulls you to his chest and restrains you with one arm.

You begin screaming but he covers your mouth with his free hand, gripping at your flesh.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He growls in your ear.

You let yourself relax for just a second. Inhaling air deeply through your nostrils. Sweat trickles down your forehead and you have to come up with something quickly to get out of this. With no second thoughts, you open your mouth as wide as you can and chomp down on his flesh, making sure to dig deep. You expect him to let go but instead he shoves you against a brick wall, smashing your face against the cold and hard surface.

He holds your arms behind your back with one hand and examines his bloody one. "Christ, what are you? A fucking dog?" His hand tightens on your wrists and you wince in pain.

He leans in close to your ear and whispers, "I bite back bitch."