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Sleep in the heat (Alpha!Izuku x Omega!reader) // hurt/comfort//

tonight? I offer u a shitty little angst drabble i found. Tomorrow? who knows.

(In which Izuku is a shitty alpha nd his omega goes into a big bad omega depression) 

the title is a pup song dont @ me

Warnings: Angst but barely, hurt/comfort, omegaverse, Izuku crying

“Are you sure you can’t make it?” You did your best to keep your voice steady over the phone, you didn’t want Izuku to worry. 

“Work is just- it’s crazy right now baby, they need me here.” Tears welled in your eyes at that, and it was all you could do to murmur an ‘okay’ before you hung up. You got it, his work was important and all that, but it was your anniversary! You’d cooked his favourite meal and everything! The two of you had hardly been able to see each other lately, you’d just wanted this to be special. The tears spilt over your eyes when you glanced at the meal you’d made for nothing, and you were grabbing the bottle of wine and running to the spare room without a second thought. You didn’t want to think about Izuku, you didn’t want to think about anything anymore. You burrowed under the covers as quickly as you could, onlynletting yourself cry when you were completely immersed in them. You were probably being stupid, sure, but you’d barely seen him in months, and it had only gotten worse the last week. You hadn’t seen him at all since the day before yesterday, he’d been getting home when you were already asleep and leaving before you’d wake up. Was he avoiding you? What if there was someone else? That particular thought sent a knife through your heart. You were being ridiculous, right? Izuku would never do that, you’d been his mate for years. Unless he was getting bored of you? It would explain why he hadn’t been around better than anything else you could think of. 

Izuku knew something was wrong as soon as he got home, the house smelled like it had been doused in vinegar, and you weren’t anywhere to be seen. Dinner was still layed out on the table and the alpha couldn’t help but wince at the sight. He’d make it up to you! He just had to find you first…. 

“Y/n? Are you home?” His heart sank when you weren’t in the bedroom, or the bathroom, and Izuku had to follow the stench of vinegar to actually find which room you were in. Did you have a cold? Or some other kind of illness that was making your scent like this? Izukus heart sank when he opened the door and had to cover his nose to stop himself gagging. Something was definitely wrong. You were just a blanket covered lump on the bed, and izuku dropped his bag to the floor before he made his way over. You were restlessly dozing, and when izuku pulled the covers off you just whimpered and tried to pull them back. 

“Y/n?” His warbling tone made your eyes crack open, although they were too bleary to properly focus on your mate. Dread grew in his stomach as Izuku took in your form, your face was flushed, tears pooled in your eyes and shivers wracked you ever so often. Placing a hand on your head confirmed his worst fear, and your alpha was running to grab water bottles and supplies faster than he ever had. God how could he be so stupid? Tears flooded his own eyes as he rushed back, tossing everything down before he was stripping down to his underwear and crawling into the bed with you. Your skin was clammy despite the heat, and Izuku couldn’t help but whimper as he pulled you close, all but shredding your clothes in an attempt to touch as much of you as he could. You didn’t protest as he manuvered your body, you were just so tired, why wouldn’t he let you go back to sleep? 

“Hey, h-honey? I’m so-sorry, you’re gonna be okay now, okay? I-I’m not leaving until you’re better!” Your mates voice rushed over your head as your eyes drooped closed, Izukus heart almost stopping as he realised your sickness was so much further along than he thought. 

The frantic smell of mint and honey brought you back, and you opened your eyes to Izuku rushing to rub your wrist over his scent gland. You couldn’t smell anything but Izuku, it was like he was trying to cover everything up with his scent. 

“Zuku…?”  You barely whispered, but your mate was immediately by your side, rubbing his cheek against your scent gland until it was so sensitive it almost hurt. 

“Are you okay?” Drowsiness was giving way to concern, why was he acting like this? It only grew when Izuku started bawling and clutching onto you like his life depended on it. 

“I’m so so sorry! You must’ve felt so awful a-and I didn’t even n-notice I’m- such an awful m-mate! Kacchan would n-never let this hap-happen to his mate!” Your alpha was almost wailing at this point, but it was all you could do to stroke his hair and croon. It worked, thank god, Izuku slowly calmed down, small hiccups still leaving him as he maintained his death grip around you. 

“It’s okay, Izuku, I’m okay.”

Enjoy, Shane fans

gonta gokuhara, byakuya togami, and fuyuhiko kuzuryu as your s/o when it’s raining and you’re cold:

category: slice of life, comfort, fluff

Gonta Gokuhara:

• when you tell him you’re cold, he won’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you as a first reaction

• “what you mean y/n cold? no, not okay! take gonta’s jacket!”

• his hoodie is seriously huge, so it covers you completely and is almost like a blanket on you

• your enormously tall forest boyfriend continues to hug you and hold your hands in his to keep you warm

• gonta thinks you’re adorable in his hoodie, since he wants to keep you safe and he’s happy to be doing that

• “we have to go inside the building while we’re waiting, too cold and rainy...”

• he uses his body to shield you from the rain as you step onto the train you two are taking

• you two take the train home, and on the way back he apologizes for bringing you outside in bad weather

• he holds you in his arms on the way home, making sure to keep you close to him

Byakuya Togami:

• you two are waiting for byakuya’s personal ride home after a long day out of town together, when it starts to rain

• “this is... great. unfortunately i don’t have an umbrella on me at all times, so it looks like we’re waiting under the building’s shelter for now”

• when you tell him you’re cold, he laughs and teases you about how you should’ve brought a jacket

• but when you start to get more serious about how cold you are, his demeanor shifts and he quickly takes off his jacket to give it to you

• “my apologies, my darling. i didn’t know you were actually that cold, i was merely poking fun at you. is this what you wanted?”

• he neatly hands you his jacket and it smells strongly of rich cologne— the material is soft yet sturdy

• “hm, me? no, i’m not cold. i’ll be fine until our driver gets here. he should be here soon so no worries, dear.”

• he lied, he is cold, but he wanted you to have his jacket and didn’t want to make you feel concerned for him

• while waiting, you wrap your arm around his and lean your head against him. to your surprise, he holds you closer to him and leans over to plant a kiss on your forehead

• when your ride finally comes, byakuya tells the driver to turn the car’s heater up for the both of you

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu:

• when you start feeling cold while outside with fuyuhiko, he has a hunch that you are — but doesn’t say anything about it

• “huh, so you’re cold? i figured. just take it y/n, i don’t want you getting sick out here.”

• he tosses his jacket at you at bit harshly as you hold onto it. it feels worn down yet still warm, and smells like fuyuhiko

• when you put his jacket on, you notice that he’s blushing and holding his face to hide it when he glances at you

• “huh- what? no i’m not blushing! it’s nothing, that’s probably just you getting sick from the cold... you poor irrational soul”

• when it begins to rain, fuyuhiko tells you to hold onto his arm while he walks you to his car without an umbrella

• on the car ride home, you tease him lovingly about how he blushed while looking at you earlier

• “okay, y/n. tsk, whatever you want to be believe. it’s not true, by the way...”

“... well ok, maybe it is a little bit true. you’re irresistible.”

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note from mod toko:

i’ve been so glad to be writing requests, i have some queued at the moment! thank you again for your submissions and for the support surrounding them. on another note, this was super fun to write i hope you enjoy it lol ☔️

kinda weird bro!!!

LANGUOR

— nsfw // f. reader + (milf fucker extraordinaire) hitoshi shinso 

— nipple play + fingering + thigh riding + manhandling + exhibitionism + breeding + mentions of: infidelity + motherhood + drug use

— written for the milf fuckers collab | hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting​  

 — 5.6k words

today is a new day.

today, hitoshi shinso sits easy, sprawled out on your plush, ivory, chaise lounge, with his legs spread just wide enough that you might venture to plant yourself between them.

a familiar, stale whiff of remorse tickles your throat as you breathe him in, the smell of his cologne muddled with the earthy stench of weed, fumes clinging to his hair. he hasn’t smoked today, and he hasn’t touched you yet; he doesn’t have to.

this is not the first time this has happened.

Keep reading

there is no breakup if I don’t let u leave ;)

Chicken man 🐔

(click for better quality, because tumblr compressed my beautiful boy u-u)

I AM THINKING HARD ABT YAMS BEING IN HEAT BUT ALSO BEING IGNORED AND PUNISHED CAUSE HE WAS A BRAT BUT NO MATTER WHAT HE DOES HE JUST CANT GET HIMSELF OFF AND HE BEGS YOU

YES BABE! I've been wanting to write something (because I have a constant worry that if I don't pump shit out on the regular, y'all will just leave.) I made him a bunny hybrid bcs hybrids in heat just hit different. So let's get this show on the road. (Nsfw ahead, use of Mommy, implied fem reader ig?)

So, we are all fully aware by now, that Tadashi is very needy and makes sure you know that he deserves most of your time.

But Bunny Tadashi is even worse.

If he isn't sitting on your lap, he's dying.

If you don't have one hand on his head, gently playing with his soft hair or ears, he can't go on.

If you aren't smothering him in some kind of attention, his life is going to end immediately.

Yeah, I suggest you learn to type with one hand.

If he talks to you at all, you better respond within five seconds, or he thinks you've abandoned him.

"Mommy, why aren't you listening to me?"

It gets old fast. And no matter how much you try and punish your bunny in an attempt to tame him, he always managed to bounce back, as needy as ever.

While yes, his neediness wasn't always horrible, he still had no sense of boundaries or "me time".

Well, this time, his brattiness came back to bite him in the ass.

You knew his heat season was coming up, and you figured he would behave so that he wouldn't get punished and risk not getting the attention he wanted. You were wrong.

It got worse.

"Mommy! Come cuddle with me!"

"Whatever you're doing can't be as important as me, can it?"

"It's not fair, you won't pay attention to me, do you not love me anymore!"

Naturally, you decided that both of you had enough.

"That's enough Tadashi. Until you can get over this bratty, stuck up attitude of yours, you're not getting anything from me. No playtime, no cuddles, no kisses, nothing."

The look on his face was priceless. Immediately drops to his knees and begs for any other punishment than that.

"No! Don't ignore me, please! Anything else, I'll do anything else, it's just not fair!"

"Life's not fair. I'm going to enjoy myself and you're going to think about what you've done."

He was not happy then, but imagine his dismay when his heat hit the next day. You woke up to a sobbing, half asleep Tadashi dry-humping your leg.

"I said nothing, I mean nothing. Get yourself off if you need it that bad."

You knew full well that Tadashi hated having to get himself off. It was just not as good as you. But you also knew that it would stick with him more than any other punishment you had tried.

He spent most of his time in your room, on your bed, trying to get himself off, sleeping, or crying at how "abused" he was. He would beg for you so loudly you were positive the neighbors could hesr him.

"Mommy, I need you to touch me, please! I'll be good now! I promise! I can't take this anymore, don't wanna do it myself, I can't!"

You almost felt bad for him, but you reminded yourself that he had gotten himself in the situation, he could get himself out. So sighing and walking into your bedroom to repremand the horny rabbit, you're greeted with a beautiful sight you never knew you needed to see.

His back was arched off the bed, red, achy and throbbing cock gripped in his hand as he tried to fuck his fist to satiate the burning in his stomach. His soft tail was wiggling frantically and his ears were flopped down against the pillows, his freckled cheeks were drenched in tears and bright red. You had no idea if he knew you were there, but you decided to sit back and enjoy the show.

Sitting back in a chair you had pulled into the living room, you watched your bunny try to get himself off and fail.

"Mommy, I don't wanna do it, please touch me!"

"Shut up. You did this to yourself, now take your punishment before I make it worse. The only thing I want to hear coming out of that slutty mouth of yours, are more of those precious moans, got it? You're not stopping until I say you can. And then maybe, just maybe if you're good, I'll let you get me off."

He only sobbed and complied, man he had really fucked things up.

(Luckily enough for you, he tried to be more considerate after that.)

prompt 28 (i think??) with atsumu and maybe like a bar to hookup situation?? honestly anything is fine but that’s just the idea i had

300 Follower Event

Miya Atsumu

Prompt 28: “You’re hot, you’re just intolerable”

this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 2.5k

content warnings: this is a genuine drunk hookup. if that makes you uncomfy please do not read. other than that, car sex. that’s about it.

the number of bar flirting scenes i’ve written goes up every single day and i enjoy each one more than the last.

really though, he is who i wrote this prompt for. thank you so much.

He was looking at you again.

The artificial blond with the dazzling laugh that you couldn’t get out of your head, who had been nursing mixed drink after mixed drink all night, was staring at you with dark eyes even as his friends continued yelling back and forth. He was handsome, you had to admit, but he looked like trouble. The good kind, but trouble nonetheless.

You turned back to the glass in front of you. You honestly didn’t remember what was in it, or how many had come before it. You were just very warm, very giggly, and very happy to be there. You glanced at the corner where another woman was fully mounted on one of the blond’s friends. It brought a goofy smile to your lips, but you shook your head and threw back the rest of your drink. The bartender looked up at you expectantly.

“Can I just have, like --” You gestured in a way that you were sure made no logical sense. “A big water?” He raised his eyebrows.

“You want a water?”

You grinned.

“Yes please.”

“I’ll have what they’re havin’,” a voice said beside you. You turned and had to lurch back because of how close the face was. It was, of course, the blond. His breath smelled like whatever lime flavored concoction he had left at his table and his eyes were a dark brown up close. Shit, he really was good looking.

“Get ready for a big cup of nothing, buddy,” you said. He grinned at the juvenile nickname and leaned his head on his hand.

“Nothin’ is everything in good company.”

“That’s not a real saying.”

“No. No it is not.” He smirked at you as the bartender set two bottled waters on the counter. You thanked him and the blond shot him a smile. You cracked open the water and took a sip, eyes not leaving his.

“So,” he said, plopping down on the barstool next to you. “What’s yer deal? You’ve been checkin’ me out all night.”

“If looking back at the creep staring at me counts as ‘checking him out’ then I guess you’re right.”

“Aw, come on. If I really was a creep ya would’ve told me off hours ago.”

“That’s true. I hadn’t talked to you yet so I didn’t want to make too many assumptions.”

“Yet? So ya were plannin’ on approaching me?”

You rolled your eyes.

“It wasn’t high on my to-do list. With how you were staring I figured I just had to wait.”

“I guess you were right about that.” He smiled and took a long sip of his water. “Tryin’ to sober up with this, then?

“I was, but now that you’re here I think I need another drink.”

“Yeah? Am I that bad of company?”

“I just don’t want to be able to clearly see that ugly mug of yours.” You tried to phrase it like an insult, but your smile didn’t make make it very convincing.

He wasn’t even phased.

“Lying will get ya nowhere.”

“Yeah? Could probably get me home if I made up a good excuse.”

“Don’t need an excuse. I can walk away anytime. Ya want me to leave?”

You held your water to your lips to keep from answering.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. He studied your face for a moment, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “I’ll buy ya a shot if you really want another.”

“You gonna do it with me?”

“F’course. Why else would I be sittin’ here?”

You sighed and swirled to face him.

“What were you thinking?”

“Somethin’ sweet-ish for you."

You shrugged.

“You’re buying.”

He grinned and waved down the bartender. You watched him as he ordered. He was actually remarkably polite and his wide smile seemed to work magic. The bartender who had hardly looked at you for an hour was laughing right with him.

With the blond no longer paying attention to you, you let your eyes scan the rest of his body. Your attention fixed on his legs, where his slacks were remarkably tight around his thighs. You had to wonder if he played a sport of some kind, because you couldn’t bring yourself to stop staring.

A moment later, two short glasses were sitting in front of you and he was ducking his head into your line of vision to get your attention.

“See somethin’ ya like?” he teased. You shoved his face away.

“Don’t start that.”

“Come on, sweetheart, I know ya think I’m hot.”

“You’re hot, you’re just intolerable.”

“Yet you’re still sittin’ here.”

“What can I say? I have bad taste.”

“I can’t say the same.”

“Is that why you’re still sitting here?”

“Only because you haven’t invited me anywhere else.”

“Oh? Think you’re getting lucky?”

“That’s not for me to decide. But for the record, you could tell me to follow you in front of a moving train right now and I’d probably say yes.”

You stared at each other for a little too long. Your brain couldn’t focus on anything but his face. It was pulled into a permanent smile and could see the tip of his tongue resting behind one canine. He probably thought the expression was attractive and, jesus, he was right. He broke your train of thought by lifting his glass in your direction.

“What should we toast to?” he asked.

“I’d say to good company, but it’d hardly be accurate.”

He grinned and clinked your glass.

“To horrible, obnoxious, very handsome company.”

You smiled and raised your own shot.

“I can drink to that.”

He winked and you both threw your heads back. As you set down your glass he winced and he stuck out his tongue.

“I’ve had too much to drink for that to be pleasant,” he choked out.

“Poor baby. Maybe you should head home.”

“If yer invitin’ me over, I might consider it.”

You wanted to glare but a giggle rose from your throat instead.

“You can sure run your mouth,” you said.

“I’ve been told before.”

“You think it’s charming?”

“Do you?”

“Unfortunately.”

He tipped his head into his palm and stared at you. The shot felt like it went right to your head. Somehow he was even more handsome the hazier you felt, but it might have been you were just more willing to admit it. You were about to make the mistake of complimenting him when he tapped his foot against your leg.

“I just realized I don’t know your name.”

“Do you deserve to know?” you teased. He scrunched up his nose and hooked his foot on the bar of your seat.

“Come on, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t keep the smile off of your face.

“Y/n,” you said. He looked tired but grinned anyway.

“Miya Atsumu,” he said. He made a show of gesturing to himself. “You c’n just call me Atsumu, if you want.”

You shrugged.

"Maybe.”

He sighed dramatically and leaned father forward.

“Have I told ya you’re incredibly attractive?” he asked, gaze fixed on your lips.

“Not in those words,” you said.

“Well I’m telling’ ya now.” He poked at your leg. “I like the way yer face looks. I’d like to see it closer, but only if ya wanna see mine too.” His hand squeezed your thigh instead of poking at it and he looked up at you. He was still smiling, but there was a hazy adoration in his dark eyes that you just couldn’t look away from.

Fuck it.

You threw a few bills on the bar and stood.

“You drive here, Miya?”

“Nah. Did you?”

“Yep. Come on.” You began walking toward the door but Atsumu clumsily caught your arm.

“Nuh-uh. No drivin’ right now.”

You turned back around and leaned down to look him in the eye.

“Did I say anything about actually driving?”

You waited one, two, three seconds and his face lit up in understanding. He scrambled out of his chair and grabbed his coat. He didn’t even say goodbye to his friends as he rushed in front of you to hold the door, then eagerly followed you outside.

“I knew ya’d see the light,” he said, lightly bumping against your shoulder.

“You sure? You seemed pretty surprised.”

“I was just lookin’ at ya. A pretty face that close would shock anyone.”

“Sure it would.” You got to your car and after more than one try managed to unlock the door. You switched off the automatic lights and shut the door again.

“Can I call shotgun or does the backseat have the best view?” he said, leaning down to peer through the window.

“I could just send you back inside, you know.”

He hopped in front of you, nearly tipping over in the process, and leaned against the car door.

“But ya won’t.” You glared at him for a moment. He just grinned back.

“Backseat,” you whispered.

He made an excited noise that sounded a lot like a slurred “yay.” He popped open the door and slid inside, leaning too far onto the leather before pushing himself upright again. You climbed in after him and locked the door.

“Alrighty. Where do ya want me?” he asked, making a show of holding his hands up by his head. You laughed despite yourself and threw a leg over his lap.

“Shut the fuck up, Miya.” You grabbed him by the front of the shirt and crashed your lips into his. He smiled into the kiss, one hand rising to cup the side of your face. It was a little sloppy, or a lot sloppy, or maybe you just didn’t care. His tongue was in your mouth and yours was probably in his, but all you could think to do was push him farther into the back of the seat and tighten your legs around him.

His hands fell to your hips, then slipped lower, squeezing lightly and causing you to grind into his lap. He let out a short laugh that you were pretty sure was meant to be a sigh. You chuckled and bit his lower lip, then immediately returned to kissing him. He groaned into your mouth and pulled you closer. You dropped your lips to his jaw. He inhaled sharply and his fingers dug into your skin. You could feel that he was hard, and it was only becoming more apparent the more you kissed down his throat.

“Fuck,” he breathed. You laughed and returned to kissing his lips. You pulled at his belt, fumbling for a moment due to the haziness still sitting in your brain. He reached down to help you, hands only serving to get in the way. He broke the kiss, a small frown on his face.

“Wait. Hold on,” he said. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he carefully undid his pants. “S’that okay?” he asked, looking back up at you. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“I think it’s okay, yeah,” you said, unable to hold back your laughter. He started smiling back, then stopped.

“Yer clothes are still on,” he said matter of factly. You looked down.

“They are.”

He looked back up at your face.

“Can they not be?”

You grinned and leaned out of his lap, undoing your pants and tugging them off. You discarded them on the floor and got back into his lap.

“Is that better?” you asked. He nodded and closed his eyes, waiting for another kiss. You humored him, pressing your lips to his quickly before pulling away. He grinned as you leaned back, opening the center console.

“What’re you doin’?” he asked. You pulled out a condom and he burst out laughing.

“What?” you said, rolling your eyes.

“M’sorry. I don’ know why I’m laughin’.”

“You know your accent gets stronger when you drink?” you asked, amused.

“I don’ have an accent.”

“Sure you don’t, Miya.”

He laughed again and leaned his face against your chest.

“Shhh,” you cooed, lifting his chin up and pressing a kiss to his lips. Both of you were still grinning. His eyes grew wide as you ripped open the wrapper with your teeth. You tugged down his boxers and slid the condom on quickly. He inhaled sharply, staring at your face as you reached between your legs, pulling fabric aside and lining him up with your entrance.

You wrapped a hand tightly around his neck as you sunk down. He sighed loudly into your ear and braced his arms around your waist.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. You smiled and pressed your lips to his. His kiss was messy and desperate and graced with the occasional giggle, but he seemed to forget what was funny whenever you shifted your hips.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Hold on.” You stilled and he grabbed your ass. “Hold on. Let me.” He steadied himself and thrust up into you. You gasped and buried your face into his hair. Groans and pants and curses fell from his lips as he fucked into you as fast as his inebriated brain would let him. Your gasping in his ear only spurred him on.

“Jesus, you feel good. Look at you,” he mumbled. He wasn't looking, but he didn’t seem to care. You laughed against his face, bringing a smile to his lips.

“You’ve got a pretty smile,” you whispered. A noise left his lips that almost sounded like a giggle.

“Keep it up and I’m gonna go home with ya.” He hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you and you moaned. He laughed. “Doesn’t sound like ya’d be too upset about that.”

“Shut up,” you breathed. He hummed and gripped you tighter.

“No promises.”

He was already noisy, but his voice seemed to get even louder as he got closer. You grabbed his face and kissed him, swallowing his breath as it turned into panting. His hips lost their rhythm and his fingertips dug into you.

“Fuck,” he grunted. His voice was harsh and desperate. He let out one last strained groan against as he held you against him and spilled into the condom. He was completely tense for a moment, then his body melted back into the seat. You let out a breathy laugh and kissed his forehead. Both of your chests heaved and you checked out the window for the first time. They were fogged up, but the only person outside seemed to be an older man, stumbling around and clearly absolutely wasted.

Atsumu leaned close, lips spread in a grin.

“Is it weird to say I think I love you?” he asked. You pushed his face away and laughed.

“You’re drunk, Miya.”

“So’re you! Let’s get married.”

“I’m ordering you a car.”

“Only if you come with me.”

You looked at him carefully. He may as well have had heart eyes. You sighed and pulled out your phone.

“Fine.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and hugged you close, laying his face on your chest as you looked for a ride to take you both home.