#repost later

[fandomexplosion]

So for the past week I’ve been obsessing over this idea for a team of young heroes who are all the children of heroes. Specifically many of the teen titans. Which makes them third generation heroes. They’re all OCs except for literally one of them. And they’re all children of my fave ships which are mostly rare pairs (bbrae, Konbart, karadox, and then Dickory who’s child is not an OC) Im posting this on the rare chance anyone is interested and wants to hear about it.

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Baby Makes Three | Midoriya x F!Reader

Midoriya with a pregnant reader (a/b/o optional) - fluff

Sitting on the bed with Midoriya, you both stare at the home pregnancy test as he tries to understand the decoding system listed on the box. Your excitement had spurred you to take the test before reading the instructions, thinking it would be as simple as it would on television. You look to Midoriya, a hopeful smile plastered on your face. In your mind, everything would work out perfectly, your life always seemed to work out perfectly ever since Midoriya came into it. You two met at work, dated, and a year later took the steps to belong to each other eternally. Now, the only desire you had left was to be blessed with a baby nine months from now. It didn’t matter if they were a boy or a girl, it didn’t matter what they looked like, and it didn’t matter if they were born with a quirk like you or born with none like Midoriya either, as long as they were healthy and happy they’d be perfect. But that hope falls when he purses his lips with a barely audible groan.

“It’s negative.” The look of disappointment on your face is something you can’t hide. You thought that being young and relatively healthy would produce results quickly. “Don’t worry. The doctor said these things don’t usually happen on the first try,” he encourages.

Realizing he’s right, you nod in agreement. The spark of hope starts to flicker in you once again, spurring your actions as you push him back down into the bed with an unexpected burst of energy. Your hands lie on either side of his face, his eyes wide and freckles disappearing behind the red blush on his face. “You’re right. We can always have fun trying again,” you tease and lean down to press a passionate kiss on his lips to stop the weak stammer from them.

Two weeks later, you attempt to take another home test, hoping that this time would be the beginning of your new tale. It’s a surprise when the results are the same: negative.

The disappointment comes on hard and fast. You’re no stranger to its crippling grasps. You had been denied many things growing up as a teenager, always a last priority in your family behind your siblings and always having to put everyone else’s needs first, Midoriya being one of the few people and friends you made who cared to make you few like your own individual – to finally make you a priority. In return, you took care of him, spent every other day healing his wounds, protecting him from anyone who would want to harm him, and made sure he always had home to return to. After all those years taking care of others, you realized you liked the feeling it gave you when your beloved younger siblings would grace you with their laughter, treating you as their own mother, and when you were able to take someone’s burdens away. But now, they were grown and had their own lives, and you had yours. With Midoriya frequently out in the field more, you craved a child of your own to care for again. Always the pleaser, Midoriya tried diligently to give you what you wanted despite no results as the months dragged on.

Once again, you find yourself reliving the same scene – a sort of twisted déjà vu – as you and Midoriya read over your results. The negative doesn’t come as a surprise to your mind, as you had grown used to it over and over, but it does become the final nail in your heart as the vision of having your own family slips further and further from your desperate grasp.

You place the test down with a defeated sigh, carrying with it the last of your strength to continue. “I think we should stop trying,” you tell him. In your mind, you already know what Midoriya wants to say when he sympathetically squeezes your hand. That this just means trying again, but you couldn’t take any more disappointment. “It’s okay…really…It’s probably a sign that we’re meant not to have children. You’re working more, and I don’t think I’d be a good mom anyway,” you say, looking for every excuse in between to find some positive light in a tragic situation.

“That’s not true,” he argues. Cupping your chin, he raises your face to look into your eyes, “You’d be a wonderful mom. No one loves kids as much as you, and you always take the time to look out for others without worry for yourself.”

“Then, why hasn’t it happened yet?” you ask, your anguish overflowing and escaping you threw the glossy tears. Midoriya furrows his brow, holding back his own feelings in exchange to help you with yours as he leans in and gently kisses a stray tear away from your cheeks.

“It’ll happen. Trust me,” he promises, moving down to place butterfly kisses along the lovely swoop of your neck.

“Izuku, I don’t want to try anymore.”

“I’m not trying for a baby. I-I just want to make love to my wife,” he explains, hiding his flushing face against the nape of your neck, making your skin warm with the gentle trail of his tongue. The airy moan escapes from your parted lips as he teasingly nips your skin, following all the way up to nibble your earlobe. “Take your dress off.”

-

Over the course of the next few weeks, you gave up on the idea of having a baby if only for the time being to reset your motivation. Reaching the bathroom, you begin to clean out the shelves of any empty shampoo bottles and soaps, accidentally knocking over a leftover pregnancy test from the top shelf. You should’ve stored it away for later, but curiosity had won out despite your physical life becoming more spaced over the last few weeks.

You open the box, hoping you’d have enough in you to properly take the test. After following the instructions, you waited on the seat for the results to eventually tell you what you already know.

Your hand starts to shake when the results show up: a perfectly formed plus sign centered on the electronic screen. In your excitement, you jump up, haphazardly pull your leggings back up as you race at the bathroom.

“Izuku! I need you to go to the store!” you scream, earning a yelp from the other room.

After Deku comes back from the store, you can finally take a second test just to be sure. You both look over the results, another positive on a completely different brand. “We’re going to have a lot of work to do,” Deku states, smiling at your cheerful face as you hug onto his side and kiss his cheek.

“It’ll be worth it,” you reason.

Midoriya was correct though. As your pregnancy drew on into the months, you both saw more and more work needing to be done between classes and doctors visits, with the fun stuff such as outlining your progress, shopping for baby clothes, and throwing baby showers being fewer in between until the last trimester of your pregnancy.

Being on leave though gave you time to yourself, too much time as Deku continued back on his career. To fill the time, you start work on the baby’s room to at least get the painting out of the way. You had a small step stool to use to reach high places and painted the room a brilliant sky blue, your thought to paint clouds and rainbows for a bright start to your child’s life. Otherwise, Deku would end up decorating the walls with heroes, and you refuse to let him do that to a second room in the house.

You’re halfway complete when he comes home, nearly having a heart attack seeing you even a foot off of flat ground.

“(Name), what are you doing? Get down!” Midoriya demands, reaching out to grab your waist and pull you down, “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine,” you say, turning to go back to your painting and completing another fluffy cloud. “Besides the baby is due any day now, and we aren’t even got close to being done,” you say, noting that the only thing that was about finished was the crib.

Midoriya grabs on you again, hoisting you down against your will while you groan in protest. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll get the room ready on time.”

“But, I’m home all day. I need something to do or I’ll go crazy,” you explain as he shoos you out the room.

“All you should focus on is getting rest, not breathing in fumes. I’ll finish the room this weekend.”

“But—”

“No, buts,” he says, shooing you out the door, and you can already sense that his meticulousness was going to kick in any day now.

True to his word, Midoriya began to work on the baby’s room as soon as the weekend came along, dedicating hours to completing the job before your scheduled due date in two weeks. Although, you felt like a beach ball that was going to pop with the slightest poke, even more, when you’re not able to contribute as much as you hoped even if it’s better to let your husband do what he wants when he gets into his moods… At least to a degree.

“Izuku, dinner’s been ready for an hour. Come eat already,” you complain, standing at the door with your arms crossed, ready to smack him if he decided to skip out on another meal you made after you spent thirty minutes on sore feet.

“I’m almost finished. Just start without me.”

You sigh, planting your hand against your face. “Do you want me to bring it to you?”

“No, not in here. I just replaced the carpet.”

Blinking, you look down, realizing that he did replace your once plain cream floor with new carpet. “…Why? There was nothing wrong with our old carpet.”

“The other carpet had paint on it. So, I thought we might as well replace it so that way the baby can have a clean environment and this material is better for when he starts crawling—” he rambles on, and you purse your lips and hum suspiciously, taking another step in before being stopped by the crinkle of magazine paper under your feet.

Curious, you pick up the magazine and begin to flip through the pages, locating the advice of baby experts…or rather ads.

Our carpets are a hybrid carpet known for low VOCs than most synthetic carpets. Additionally, get your carpet installed before your baby starts using the room; if you can get it installed before your baby comes home, that's even better.

You scrunch your face. What did VOC’s even mean? And was that worth the extra $15 dollars a square foot? You flipped through the other “literature” in the stack: Childrearing for Dummies, Sleep Training, When Crying is Something More, and Caring or Spoiling?

“Izuku, where did you get these?” you demand.

“I stopped by the bookstore on the way home.”

“You don’t need to listen to all this,” you say, ripping up the pages of the weaker sources. His eyes widen in horror as you let the shavings sprinkle to the floor like confetti. He races up to you, trying to save his research material, but you hold them further out of reach.

“Stop! I need those!”

“No, you don’t! It’s a bunch of garbage,” you say, turning away and continuing to pull them apart as he frantically reaches over your shoulder.

“At least let me keep the surveys.”

“Nope!” you state, preparing to rip another page when the trickling of water stopped you both in your tracks. Glancing down at the source, you watch as the liquid ripples down your legs, puddles at the floor, and makes your toes squish in the resulting chaos. “Oops,” you exclaim, thinking that this happened much earlier than you were expecting, while Midoriya jumps away after his initial shock.

“Okay, okay, we prepared for this,” he says, but you already see the panic on his face and hum in response as he frantically bolts around the house searching for keys and grabbing your bag. You waddle yourself to the door, grabbing onto the furniture for support as you watch him frantically open the door.

“Izuku, aren’t you forgetting something?” you call out, forcing him to stop. He gasps as he realizes he’s indeed missing the most important part of the plan.

“(Name), I’m so sorry,” he yells and runs up to you, swooping his arm under yours to help you through the door.

Arriving at the hospital, the brunt of the situation finally settles on you as the contractions come closer and closer together. You’re barely able to remember your breathing exercises given all the chaos around you as you’re wheeled back to your delivery room with Midoriya on your side, holding your hand.

“It’ll be all right,” he keeps repeating, but you think he’s twice as worried as you are – always the overthinker especially about things that could go wrong. You just hoped he wouldn’t pass out on you in the delivery room.

-

“It’s a boy!”

You smile, having finally been delivered a happy baby, or perhaps that was the painkillers still pumping through your veins as they handed you your child. You were so proud of having a healthy baby even though his crying said otherwise. You’d be upset too being thrown into a new world.

You were even prouder of his dad, who only got lightheaded once when your son first started to crown. Now, your son was clean and wrapped in a cozy blanket, his (h/c) hair thick and full for a newborn while speckles of freckles cover his face. “He looks just like his dad.”

Smiling, you place the baby in his arms, gasping when he starts to tear up at the sight of the tiny baby in his arms. “Izuku, what’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing,” he says, sniffling. “I’m just really happy everything turned out okay.”

You giggle at him, thinking you should’ve been the one tearing up at the moment, but it did make for a good first picture as the two of you spend time comforting your new bundle of joy.

Just like you, (s/n) eventually got tired, retiring to rest in your shared hospital room after hours of watching the world around him and feeding on your milk. Knowing the hard part was yet to come, you succumb to sleep while you can as the sun began to go down on your child’s now birthday.

Your peaceful sleep is interrupted by a shrill cry, the first of many that you’d have to deal with in the oncoming months; but to your surprise, it stops almost as quickly as it had started. “You have to be quiet. Your mommy’s trying to sleep.” You open your eyes, spying Midoriya already up and holding onto your son, rubbing his back and cradling the baby to his broad chest. “It’s all right, it’s all right,” he whispers, humming. Quietly, you chuckle to yourself, watching as your two boys fall asleep in the visitor’s chair, one yawning lightly as the other peacefully falls back asleep to the rhythmic rising and falling of his father’s chest; and at that moment, you couldn’t be happier you did this with him.

[yurianimemangaworld]

^-^ y'all are awesome!

I'm really glad I've been able to watch anime and read manga and make posts like I have been. You guy/gals make me want to keep doing those things thank you to everyone that follows me and keeps up with my shenanigans :)

[theroguefeminist]

I continually see the argument that nonbinary people are to blame for the defanging of gender analysis–that if we subscribe to particular identities and do not constantly articulate our understanding and experience of gender as subverting the gender binary or gender conventions in society then we are responsible for the continued preservation of gender as an oppressive, restrictive force. That nonbinary people and our understanding of gender identity is mainstream, patriarchal, oppressive, or that our “color wheel” of identities is some self-centered bourgeois naval-gazing distracting from the real revolution. 

This is the trans community’s version of the TERF ideology that says nonbinary identities are automatically based on sexist gender norms. In short our identities are “liberal feminism” or “anti-progressive” just by virtue of existing. Instead, we should not articulate, create or discuss new identities because, to some, they become the new oppressive gender norm to conform to (despite the lack of evidence that multiple gender identities are TRULY acknowledged in any meaningful way in mainstream society), or because of the lack of this acknowledgment, we should frame our experiences only in terms of women’s and men’s experiences to reflect the predominant oppressive forces at play. Apparently, you can only articulate your experience of gender BEYOND oppression if you identify as a man or woman. A man can find healthy or fulfilling ways to be masculine, a woman can wear make up or a dress and that’s fine but a nonbinary person cannot label or articulate our genders beyond denying the validity of gender itself for fear we are upholding the oppressive nature of gender

Basically, nonbinary ppl must constantly prove our leftist/progressive cred or else our identity politics will ruin the fight against patriarchy and gender. I’m tired of this line of thinking. It’s suffocating to nonbinary people. If men and women have the freedom to explore and express their gender without constantly engaging in social analysis then so should we. The double standard and hypocrisy is glaring and obvious. Either our identities are silly narcissistic games we play that ignore real sustained social analysis or we’re so powerful in our neoliberal identity politics that we’re creating the new oppressive gender yardstick that will shackle everyone. Well, I say identity is still legitimate even if it exists primarily in queer spaces and online communities. Slowly but surely, we gain acknowledgment in other spheres of society–which IS NOT the codification of a new oppressive gender norm. Do not characterize our very existence, whether we fail to be acknowledged in mainstream society or succeed in doing so, as some existential threat to The Movement.

[digestingdungeonmasters]

Greetings! Welcome to the blog!

For anyone new to this blog, or someone who just failed to notice this post before, welcome! To those who aren’t new to this blog, welcome back! This blog is a mainly D&D (Dungeon’s and Dragons) blog that focuses on (mainly) Homebrew 5e materials on the subjects of Vore, Stuffing, Weight Gain, Inflation/Expansion, etc. Though we may include other D&D materials too. We do accept submissions and will properly credit them of course! Currently upon this blogs creation it is merely a sideblog to @The-Hooded-Anon so it probably won’t get any side-admins anytime soon. This post will probably be reposted every month or so to properly welcome any newcomers. So again, welcome, and I hope you enjoy the stay!

[carbon-ate]

heads up to mutuals!

I’m going on an unfollowing spree. I’m nearly up to 3,000 blogs, and i need to clean this out. if i unfollow you and you’re still active, PLEASE let me know! 

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Voracious | Todoroki x F!Dragon!Reader

So may I please have an nsfw todoroki/dragon!reader in a fantasy au where they’ve known each other for quite a while and then for the first time, he sees her enter her heat, and using with what he’s learned abt dragons he takes “care” of her.

Todoroki’s breath fogs in front of him as he views the fall of tiny fluttering flakes of snow. The magisters had predicted that this winter would be early and heavy. As the city prepares, he can’t help but worry for people like you, who live without a heated home or even the bare essentials. Education tells him you have the means to keep yourself warm but for how long? Dragons had to get cold too after all. Probably. He’d have to ask.

Todoroki decides to gather steal blankets and cured meats from the castle in case you needed them before sneaking out and traversing the dense forest on the edge of the city. Upon arriving at your cave, he spots you gathering the last of fallen autumn leaves on the ground into large piles. It is something he never saw you do before but your dead focus on the task, to the point you didn’t even acknowledge him, awakens his curiously. 

“What are you doing?”

“Building a nest,” you reply and look to him. Observant by nature, he sees you eying the sheets in his hand then the material you had gathered. Todoroki keeps his thoughts to himself when it comes to the unconventional methods you had of creating warmth. If only he could invite you back to the castle; but with his dad there, he couldn’t risk you being turned into a war idol. “Can I borrow that?”

“Yes. I brought it for you and some other…” he tries to explain but you promptly snatch the blanket, spread it out, and start piling leaves onto it in a makeshift basket, leaving him confused but strangely motivated by your determination, and he kneels down to help.  

“This will work,” you mutter happily to yourself. “Keep the egg nice and cushioned.”

“Your egg?”

“Yes. I need to keep it safe.”

Todoroki pauses, the admission causing him to grimace as he feels something deep inside him crack and compress into this empty feeling above his heart. Despite the two of you promising to share everything with each other, he had not one memory of you ever mentioning a lover. He couldn’t figure out why it would bother him so much to find out, but it did. Barely able to stop this bitterness from broadcasting itself through his voice, he asks, “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Lucky guy?” you repeat, puzzled. Then, you click your tongue as you finally understand. “Oh, I don’t have a partner,” you answer, and the heaviness that was making it hard for him to breathe began to lighten little by little. Now, it was replaced with confusion, which you easily picked up on. “I mean there will be once mating season starts. I’m preparing in advance for the unpredictable. As for you, I’d advise making yourself scarce for a few weeks when that happens unless you want to be mistaken as rival and challenged.”

“They could try,” he mumbles, thinking he could easily take out any dragon that wanted to mount you if he used his ice magic. It worked on you well enough the first time you met after you thought his horse would make a good dinner. 

 “Good. You can weed out the weaklings for me.”

Todoroki smacks his lips, the tightness from before slowly returning as he thought about the prospects of you having a child with someone soon. Even with your casual almost excited flare, he quickly realizes that it would be unlikely that you would know your mate beforehand while he often considered running away at the prospects of being placed into an arrange marriage with another person, let alone bare a child with them. “How do you deal with it?”

“Deal with what?”

“Mating season,” he explains as he twists and hauls the blanket full of leaves over his shoulders, slowly walking back to your den with you. “You don’t usually know your mates or if you’d like them. Doesn’t it ever bother you?”

Faster than he could ever expect, you answer, “No.”

Stopping in his tracks, Todoroki scowls at you. Sensing his unease, you stop too, tilting your head at him curiously as he scrunches his face. “No?”

“What?”

“How could it not bother you? What if…you didn’t want to mate with them or if…you liked someone else or someone liked you?”

You shrug. “I don’t understand why that would matter, whoever is stronger would be my mate.”

“That easily?”

“Yes. I’m not sure what you do not understand—Oh,” you gasp. “I forgot it’s different for you. You humans tend to get really attached to your mates. It always amazes me that your species manages to survive that way.”

Todoroki scoffs. “Since when is it a crime to want to be with someone who actually cares about you?” 

“It’s not. It’s just unnecessary in the grand scheme of the world to care about that sort of thing especially if it creates a burden to do so.”

“Does that mean you think our relationship is unnecessary?” he demands, the hurt final breaking through as he clenches his fist at his side. 

“You have to admit it’s not conventional.”

“But, I’m convenient for you.”

“Yes, but I do like being your friend as well,” you answer honestly, not one to notice your own bluntness even for the sake of someone else’s feelings. “Look. Our world is harder than yours, so we owe to our children to give them the best odds of surviving that world. I don’t expect that as a human you’d understand that, but that’s the way it is.”

Unsatisfied with the answer, he throws down the makeshift carrier and glares at you. “You’re right. I wouldn’t get it,” he replies, storming away from you and returning to the castle.

The next few days, he spent sulking, agonizing over the fact that your relationship could have been one only born from convenience. Though, there were times he thinks that you enjoyed his company. Shouto could only think of a few times he was happier than when he was with you, and now he was more miserable than ever now that he had fought with one of the only people he had considered a real friend, something he had hoped for so long when he was alone in the castle for so many years.

It took longer than he expected for him to realize the reason he got frustrated wasn’t because of his anger at you. He didn’t blame you for following your natural instincts or your response. He understood that humans did live differently. Rather, he was jealous because you didn’t think to choose him because no matter how close you were, he was still sadly a weak human in your eyes.

Deciding to swallow his pride, Todoroki once again snuck out the castle late one night to find you and apologize. However, he wasn’t expecting to catch you huddled over yourself in a fetal position, your tail curved between beautiful strong legs when he arrived. In a few seconds, he registers what you’re doing as your tail slides to and fro. Your chest heaves, each desperate pant causing a puff of smoke to leave your mouth, the same as him when he gets too cold and the water in his breath condenses. Those short strokes turn into sporadic thrusts across your naked body, and he flushes as you whine. The sound was so gentle and sweet, the soft little purrs becoming the cutest thing in his memories about you.

Eventually, he decides to give you privacy before you catch him and decide to show him the opposite of your cute side. Slowly, he backs away, and he almost makes it scot-free until he steps on a buried branch. He turns to face your direction as soon as it snaps. Your eyes find him faster than he expects from such a light crunch. 

You stand, walking his way, and he gulps, trying not to get distractive by the beautiful bounce of your breasts (as he can finally confirm that you do get cold if the swell, stiff peak of your nipples were anything to go by) and the swing of your hips as you sway towards him. As you get into speaking distance, he readies himself for the lashing you were bound to give him but instead, you lunge.

Hitting the ground, the air is instantly knocked out his lungs. Todoroki grunts, closing his eyes in pain as his head throbs. Slowly regaining himself, he opens his eyes to looks up at you. Glossy eyes meet his back before your tongue slides across your lips, plump and bruised from your own biting, before pulling back in over pointed teeth. The unusual display fills him with a sense of panic and fear he’s never experienced. Shouto never noticed how strong you were until he was pinned to the frozen ground of the forest floor. Pinned underneath your raw strength and the heaviness of your entire body, tail and all, he has time to briefly remember his sister once asked if he thought you were dangerous. He answered, “to livestock maybe”, but that’s how he felt right now, like a piece of livestock. 

You lean down over him. Todoroki shudders under the flurries of bites that array his skin in shades of sangria. It was as if you were trying to devour him as you hungrily bite and suck marks into his ivory skin, leaving rings of teeth marks along his neck. He whimpers in both pain and arousal. He reaches up for anywhere to hold you. Landing on your shoulders, he holds you back, but being touched made you rumble lowly, almost reminiscent of a purr. His heart speeds up as if it hadn’t already been racing a marathon. He groans as you shift again and sink your teeth deeper, breaking his flesh. The shock causes him to react with a rush of cold that rivaled your fire element, and you snap away with a yelp. 

“What’s wrong with you! Why would you do that?” 

“Me? What’s wrong with you?” he huffs, shocking you as you see him panting underneath you, his chest rising and falling hard. 

“Sorry…I thought you were someone else.”

“Someone else?”

“Yeah, you see, I’m still—” 

“In heat.” he finishes, and you nod. “Still?”

“I haven’t had much luck in the mating department.” Pulling away, you return to a seated position of squeezing your tail between your legs to fight off the urge to pounce him once again. “Never mind. Why are you here anyway?”

Todoroki scowls, bowing his head as he shovels his fingers through the dirt and snow. “About that. I wanted to apologize,” he starts, but his explanation goes unheard as your lustful sighs catch his attention. He blushes as you start to grind your tail against you again like he wasn’t even there. Shouto tries to look away, but he couldn’t keep from glancing over as he overhears your blissful sighs. You didn’t look like you were listening to a word he was saying anymore. “Uhm, (Name)?” Slowly, you fix your gaze on him, almost making him choke on his spit. “If you’re that desperate I could stand in as your mate if you want me to.”

Your eyes flit up and down, studying him as if you were thinking about it. Thoughtfully, you chew on your inner cheek. Then, you say what he feared. “But you’re a human.” 

Ignoring the sting of your first rejection, Todoroki scoots a little closer to you, his hand steady as he reached out to touch you. You flinch, making him gulp as you looked at his hand on your shoulder. “I know I’m not exactly what you wanted, but you just need stimulation, right? I’m sure we’d line up.” 

“Are you sure? My species can get pretty sexually aggressive during mating season,” you warn – like he hadn’t realized that when you first mounted him. 

Confidentially, Todoroki replies, “I can be aggressive.”

To his surprise, you snort, laughing lowly at him, and he scowls, knowing he might be rejected but he wasn’t expecting for you to outright laugh at him. You stop giggling and kneel forward onto your knees. He blushes as your face comes to his, so close that he could feel the natural heat on your breath. “You’re a cute little human,” you say and shove your lips against his. Shouto goes back on his back again from the force while you happily take up the space between his legs. 

Shouto busies himself with what he wants most: exploring your body. He slowly circles his fingers at your waist, mesmerized in the way your body went from the smooth warmth of skin to the leathery texture of your sunburst scales. But you need more than those light strokes. Taking in his fresh scent, you tremble with excitement at the smell of heat rolling off his left side. 

Roughly, you move your lips against his, not holding back just as you had warned. Your teeth pulled on his bottom lip. It leaves light splits in his skin, which you happily lick. Following your lead, his best idea was to meet you with equal force or else be torn with your affection. 

With a growl, Shouto bites down on your tongue. He hears that sound again, that purring, and decides to suck on the warm appendage in his mouth. Your hands come to his neck, where on a dragon there would be scales to protect him from your claws dragging along his skin. The first line of blood spring from him; and almost apologetically, your tongue laps at his wound.

“Shouto,” you mumble softly.

“I’m all right.” He uses the opportunity to roll you over and gain some small semblance of control. You could turn the tables back on him again any moment but when his hips rock against yours, you buck and moan at the intense yearning it unleashed in you. 

You reach up, pulling at his shirt while your mouth still voraciously attacks his. You try to force his buttons off until impatience caused you to rip at his coat and nails draw into his skin. “Slow down,” he hisses, second-guessing his decision as your mouth wetly covers the patch of exposed skin. You want more, need him more, so you tattered his clothes to reveal more smooth skin.

When you pierced through, he instinctively lit your skin with ice. You whimper and squirm away, your breathing heavy. 

Todoroki saw the perfect way to even the playing field and slid his fingers over your stomach again. “Claws off or I’m going to punish you again.”

“Shouto, don’t play with me. I’m not in the mood,” you huff, and he hums in response. 

“You look like you’re in the mood to me. You look like you were about to cum right there earlier,” Shouto teases, unfurling your tail to slide his fingers between your lower lips, and he sucks in air as your wetness immediately overtakes his thick fingers, trailing behind his touch in thick, clear strands. “Absolutely amazing,” he whispers, groaning to himself. “You look good enough to eat.”

“You’re going to eat me?” you ask, squirming as he kisses down your stomach, gentle lips brushing your smooth skin. Why would he even kiss you there? He begins to kiss your thighs, making you shudder as the cold air hits the wet spots he left on your flesh. 

Shouto kisses the base of your tail, drawing his tongue over the edges of your scales to lick away the flood of fluids, and you gasp as the rough texture of the top of his pink tongue sinks between them to the sensitive flesh in between. Todoroki chuckles, mismatch eyes watching the erotic lift of your hips, knowing that he was the one to make you buck. Shouto glides his fingers into you, watching the erotic display of his fingertips breaking the barrier of thick cum and sinking into your slick folds. The soft croon you release makes him shudder, a bolt of excitement running through him. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“What are you—oh, OH,” you moan, lolling your head back as Shouto covers you with his mouth, his tongue scooping up your taste, and his nose inhaling your scent. He glances up, watching your eyes, clouded and lust-filled, on him, observing his every move with awe and apprehension that leads him to believe no one ever taught you much in the way of foreplay. 

“Your taste is unreal,” he comments, smirking as your chest heaves and your breathing becomes heavy with smoke again. You whimper as he grabs the top of your legs, snatching you closer, his nails snagging against your scales and making them prickle. “I wish I’d known it was this easy to make you mewl like a kitten,” he smirks then slides his pink muscle between your lips.

“Don’t call me a kitten,” you growl, moaning as his back arching as his warm lips suck around your clit. Knowing it wouldn’t hurt you, his left palm lights with flame as it drags down your skin, making you cry out as the fire tingles on your skin and warms every nerve. 

“This is my kingdom. I’ll call you as I please,” he states, dotting frost across your skin to make you whine louder. Warm thighs close around his had as you shiver, smothering him in the smooth heat. Shouto thinks it’d be better to feel them around his waist as he drives into you. Your hands come down, gripping his hair and pulling it in tight fists as you fight to hold back your moaning. Todoroki hisses and nips at your clit in retaliation to the pain he felt pulling at his head. 

Yelping, you begin to grumble as you feel your orgasm building up before the two of you could properly mate. You felt embarrassed to actually be feeling weak from this, much like a mewling pet as his tongue skillfully dips and swirls inside of you. You tremble as it overtakes you in a flash, draining down your legs as your pussy pounds with the strength of your own orgasm. 

“You did such a good job, kitten,” he says, licking his lips clean of your fluids before sliding his tongue over each finger one by one. You groan, finding him attractive despite the obvious differences between the two of you. 

“I said don’t call me that,” you demand still panting heavily. 

“You’re not the one in charge.” You ‘hmph’. He smiles mockingly, threatening to light you with chills again until his fingers ghost over your stiffened nipples then tweaks them, one cold and one hot, each reaction completely opposite but both making you whimper. “If you tell me you want me nicely, I’ll give it to you.”

“Cocky bastard. Take your clothes off already.”

“Don’t curse,” he reminds you. “Or do you want me to punish you again?”

Growling, you use your strength to tackle him over and pin him by the wrist. You lean close, forehead touching his as you glint your teeth at him. “I think you’re forgetting who’s stronger here, human.” 

“Are you so sure about that?” he says, jerking against you, and you push him down harder.

“Yes.”

You bring your claws down to rip through the rest of his coat, leaving tattered lines that reveal what royal genes and training crafted. He shivers as you leave rippling muscles and supple pink nipples exposed to the elements. “Oh, don’t fret, I’ll keep you warm,” you tease as he flushes from the bitter bite of wind stinging his cheeks. 

“You should worry about yourself,” he warns, and your leg chills with his power. 

“You can make it come out your feet?” you ask between chattering teeth. He fights back against you – your disadvantage that you can’t fire back at him due to fear of burning him to a crisp as you rolled together for dominance. 

He turned over on you. “I’ll use my fire later if you’re good, how about that?” he asks, sparking flames to flicker over your skin, and you whine, gasping as it tickles through your body. 

“Damn it…” you moan as the heat overtakes you, right after you had just come. “T-That feels good.”

He chuckles. “I’ll make you feel even better,” he answers, undoing his pants, and you smile at him as they come loose, gasping in amazement. 

“Ah, it’s so cute.”

“Cute?” he scoffs.

“Yes, it’s so small,” you coo, giggling at him as you lean up to curiously squeeze, making his cheeks redden. “Don’t you have a knot?”

He narrows his eyes at you, irritated at your remarks. “It’s normal-sized. Bigger, actually.”

Your mouth widens in surprise. “Oh, human men get smaller, even cuter.”

“Don’t call it that,” he hisses, pushing his cock into you, slipping into your heat center with a rough thrust. 

You gasp, choking as you inhale roughly. “Ah, you’re so sudden, I’m still sensitive.”

“But it feels good, so why don’t you be a good girl and cum on my cock for me, kitten,” he teases, squeezing and kneading your jiggling breasts as he rocks his hips into yours, pushing deeper and deeper. Growling, you wrap your legs around his waist, bucking upwards. 

You pull him flushed against you, moaning when his warm body hugged against your bare skin. Burying your head against his neck, you sink your teeth in to bury your groaning at the pace of his cock repeatedly stretching and stroking your core while he pants, low and husky, into your ear. 

Your legs spasm with the rush of fluid out of your core, and he curses so softly when you clenched around his throbbing cock, urging him to release with you until you were both satisfied with your union. 

“That was…better than expected,” you admitted, relaxing as your aching subsided. With one strong push, you lift him off of you to get some space to catch your breath.

“What were you expecting?”

“I don’t know,” you answer with a coy grin that makes him scoff. You laugh in return before acknowledging the shivering the cold around you induced now that you were finally able to cool down from your heat a little. Shouto takes it as an opportunity to pull you against him again.

You readily curl up against him for the time, knowing it’d be impossible for him to shack up with you until the end of mating season like a normal mate. You purr softly and lick his cheek affectionately. 

“Uhm, (Name),” he begins, flushing from the affection of your grooming. “I’ve been meaning to tell you, but do you remember how you said humans get attached to their mates? That’s because we humans tend to mate for life.”

You stop. “You do?”

“Yes, we do,” he says, and you wrinkle your nose in suspicion. 

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, we do.”

“I never heard that.”

“I’m the human here, so I think I get the final say on what’s our culture.” 

“You’re a strange one,” you answer, “But, I don’t mind just for mating season,” you agree, kissing him again as you push him down into the snow. “Let’s get one more in for today,” you demand.

Todoroki sits on the garden bench, restlessly staring at the castle wall as the snow flurries drift down. Sighing, he wonders what you’ve been up to over the last few weeks he’s been on house arrest  under the eyes of the knights ever since his father didn’t take well to him coming home in the early morning with new wounds each time.

He wonders if you would let him stay with you if he was to run away this time, but somewhere in his mind, he doubts that would work out. It would only put you both in danger. 

Then, he hears a voice, softly sweet yet somehow confidently demanding, and he looks up from the ground to see you standing before him. 

“(Name), what are you doing here?” he whispers harshly, reaching out to pull you down but you step away before he gets the chance.

“I needed to see you.”

“But, why, how did you get in? There are guards everywhere.”

“You mean those clinky ones out front? I don’t think they’ll be getting up any time soon.”

“You can’t go attacking the knights.”

“It’s not like I killed them. Calm down,” you demand with a huff before reaching around to pull out something from an old satchel he’d give you. “Here.”

You hold at an oval object the size of a small melon and carefully place it into his arms. Shouto holds it up, running his fingers over the jagged horizontal lines of red and blue that decorate the object. 

“What is this?” he questions curiously.

“It’s your egg.” 

Shouto jumps, clutching on tighter to stop from dropping it in surprise. He was completely unaware that the two of you could have kids. He’s never read or heard anything about half-breeds before, and he wasn’t planning on becoming the first case of such either. “My egg, like you gave birth to this sort of egg?”

“Duh, what did you think mating season is for?” you remind him sarcastically as he panics. “I need you to watch it for me so I can go hunting.”

Todoroki gulps, unsure where to even begin taking care of this sort of thing, let alone how to hide it in the castle. “Uhm…but aren’t women supposed to watch their egg?”

“Humans share the responsibility for their children, right?”

“Sort of.”

“Well, if you want to stick around and follow this mating for life thing, then you should help take responsibility for your egg,” you explain. “It would be much safer and cozier in your fancy house, don’t you agree?”

“But, how should I—”

“Just keep it warm and don’t break it for god’s sake,” you answer, make your way towards the wall, and leap to the top of it. “In the meantime, I’m going to go catch dinner.”

“Wait,” he orders but you already drop to the other side, leaving him and his future half-breed offspring alone together. He sighs and glances down at his egg. His heart jumps when he feels a slight jerk under the protective shell, making him smile softly, and he cradles the egg towards his left side to keep warmer. “Let’s keep you safe for when she gets back,” he promises already thinking of a spot he can keep his child hidden. 

Todoroki supposes the only thing left to do was to start thinking of names.

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Bride to Be | Yandere!Todoroki x F!Reader

Todoroki was on top of the world with his precious doll now in his domain. He could touch and pamper you as he wished, going through many hours of the day holding you close. The vampire would caress your cheek, wordlessly allowing the radiance of your warm body to transfer from you to him. He’d meet the slim smile that graced your lips with his own, mimicking that delicate uptick of vibrant tissue. It was in these moments he felt alive, almost human, and he felt that you almost loved him.

Almost.

The crimson color in your eyes were the only sign that something was wrong in your relationship. He’d often find himself sullen, even depressed, when the sweet words like music to his ears would only pour from your lips when under his spell. It wasn’t the same as love he’s seen between humans, passionate and overflowing with tender emotions, but robotic and lacking any semblance of the affection he so desperately wanted to know.

You told him time and time again that you could not love him. No stranger would have a hold on your heart even if he controlled every inch of your body. With this gold ring, he’d change that. He’d go from stranger to someone you could call your husband, and you would naturally endear yourself to him.

And, it worked.

You had said yes easier than he ever imagined. His chest felt tight with only that feeling you managed to give him. Your voice was so so beautiful to hear accepting his love that he could face anything. He didn’t think any rays of the sun could touch him; no stake could pierce his heart while it was thrumming to the drums of your pure, untainted love.

He’d often wondered if this is what happiness felt like.

On your wedding day, he sat outside in the old gazebo, waiting for you to join him. It wasn’t a chapel, but it was good enough for the two of you to be wed.

Human tradition dictated that he does not see his bride before their wedding. You were always so interesting with your little games; but as long as it made you happy, he didn’t mind waiting. What was a few hours when you’d have your whole lifetime together?

Or so he thought.

The sun was going to rise soon, and you still hadn’t shown yourself. In fact, he could not find you at all. Then, the realization that you ran away again began to sink in fast and deep. The panic settling over him was one he hadn’t felt since mother was killed. His heart squeezed like a vice. Something as natural as breathing quickly became difficult as he fought to get air into the pocket of his lungs, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to until you returned to him.

After hours of running and walking in circles, you finally cleared the forest depths and found the trail that would lead you back to your village. You never thought you’d be aching to see the place that unashamedly rejected you once more. Without time to waste, you ran along the path, hoping that he’d only now realize your absence as you put your survival in the slowly rising sun.

Your dream would never come true as you sense a familiar, ever-looming presence behind you. Quickly, you ducked into the brush, freezing in place as you hid from your captor. When Todoroki kept walking past you, you thought that luck was on your side. As long as you could stay here until the sun rose, you’d win.

Though, luck was never on your side as you suddenly felt the rush of breathing against your neck and the familiar cold touch of fingers on your arms. Your hopes came to an end when he spoke and his arms squeezed painfully tight around your waist.

“My little dove, what are you doing way out here? We had a very important date planned. Don’t you realize how much it hurt my feelings when my bride left me alone at our altar?”

“It’s your own fault to think that I would ever agree to marry you. I’d rather die.”

Todoroki sighed. “You’re right. It’s my fault for not handling this improperly. I should’ve done this from the start.”

“No...don’t!” you pleaded, struggling to pull away.

“I didn’t want to do this, but you forced my hand.”

Todoroki cut his wrist and held the bloodied wound to your mouth as his teeth sunk into the side of your neck, piercing the fragile vein and draining you of the sweet subsistence held there. Trembling, you opened your mouth in a broken scream that devastated the calm of early morning as tears flooded your eyes and cascade down your cheeks. Todoroki hummed into your flesh, your very taste calming him from his low and sending him on a never-ending high. He would miss your human body and the coziness it provided, but it was the only way to ensure you’d have nowhere to run from him. Even if you never returned his love fully, you’d always be together.  As long as you remained, that would be good enough for him.

Todoroki pulled away, teeth glistening crimson and his lips dyed in the color of your blood as you trembled cold next to him. “Now, let’s get you home, my bride. We wouldn’t want the sun to burn your beautiful skin.”