Hi! I Just Found Your Blog And I’m Excited To Go Through It Because There Needs To Be More Dom Reader

Calling it calling it calling it

Must I even say it?

If you're a man, and you've been through any of this, you're valid and I love you🥰

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

OK QUESTION

This doesn't have to do with the fanfic I'm writing soon, but I just wanted to know. How do Alphas/Omegas/Betas know what they are? Are they born alpha? Or omega? Or beta? Or is the title earned? Can they choose it? Like how does it happen

☆|Tail|☆

Sub! Bunny! Midoriya x Dom! Reader

A/N- This is my first ever writing on tumblr, I hope you enjoy! There's a little plot, but not much. Reader has a cooch.

Warnings: NSFW, Sub Midobro, Dom Reader, Mommy Kink

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The nature of the villain's quirk was unknown, the only thing they did know was that it turned its target into some sort of rabbit human hybrid. It was like something out of some sort of fanfiction, especially since the victim of this quirk happened to be your own boyfriend, Izuku. When it happened he was sent to the recovery girl, the only female he spent more time with than you. Once he was healed, though, you were the first to see him. At the time you hadn't known much about rabbits, or animals at all, really. So when you found yourself in the predicament you were in, it confused the hell out of you.

What you hadn't expected, was to be standing outside of Izuku's bedroom hearing the strangest of noises. They were muffled, not only by the door between the two of you, but seemingly by something else. You set the towel and water down outside the door(these had been things you'd brought to help with the fever Izuku seemed to be coming down with). As you leaned against the wood, you could make out the sounds much better.

"H-hah..mmf! A-ah~ please...I want- mm!" At some points the noises would be louder, only to grow muffled again. Of course, there had been no one else in his room, so they could only come from Deku. Context clues granted you access to the pieces you needed to put together what he was doing in there. You pressed your legs together, feeling the warmth grow between them.

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It happened so suddenly, how could he have possibly guessed? Heat? Rut? Whatever it was, it was awful. Izuku found his mind clouded, running wild with only thoughts of you. What would you think when you found him like this? So helpless, so in need of you. Hastily, he grabbed a sweater you'd given him to wear when he was cold. He stuffed his face in it, taking in your addictive scent. This made it better, but worse. On one hand he loved your scent, but on the other he was unsatisfied, needing you instead. And the heat between his legs, his throbbing cock, it was unbearable. Then, without warning, an overwhelming urge came over him. His shorts flew off and before he knew it, he was thrusting into his hand while the other gripped onto your sweater for dear life. Muffled moans and squeals fell from his lips. In an attempt silence himself even a little, he stuffed his face into your clothes, partially satisfying his need for your scent. It only solved the volume issue a little, though. "F-fuck, please..I can't- I want- I-I-" endless babblings fell from his lips, begging for release, despite no one being around.

Izuku had been so lost in painful pleasure, he hadn't noticed you standing in the doorway. When he did notice, however, it made things worse. How long had you been standing there? Did he look disgusting to you? And why did the fact that you were watching him in such a vulnerable state turn him on so much? Drool fell from his lips as he stared at you with pleading eyes "Y-Y/N, please it's not what it-" he cut himself off with a moan, pressing his face to your sweater, while also feeling his nostrils envelop with your scent. The strong, addicting scent now coming from you, and not the sweater. Before he knew it you had gone through his drawer and pulled out his lube, the strap on he kept for you to use, and dropped every item of clothing you didn't need. While you hadn't understood exactly what was wrong, it was obviously a sexual problem, which was something you were a pro at handling.

Izuku's tongue fell out, face flushed as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Even now, he attempted at an explanation "I-I'm sorry, I-I thought it- ah! I didn't mean to- Oh Gods, p-please forgive me, I-"

"Shhh, baby.." you cooed, slicking your cock up with lube "Mommy will take care of you, don't worry~" gently, you tapped the strap on against his ass, teasing the entrance. Up till now, Izuku had only the slightest idea of what you had been doing, though he couldn't focus on it. So when he felt you press his favorite toy against him like that, he was reduced to begging and pleading in a matter of seconds. "P-please! F-fuck me~ I want it..please~ I'll be good, I-I'll be a good boy for mommy, so please, f-fuck me!" Although you hadn't initially planned on making him beg, it was a nice treat. "Don't worry baby, mommy's gonna take good care of you." You promised, slowly pushing the silicone cock into his asshole. Izuku's jaw fell slack, no longer caring about his volume. Shameless moans fell from his lips as you began to pound him into oblivion. Even more so, you took over pumping his cock as well. Now, both hands clung to your sweater as he begged for more. You began to wonder, though, was his tail sensitive?

To test this theory, your hand retreated from his cock, and found refuge in his tail. "Y-Y/N, I can't handle- I'm gonna-" Then suddenly, when you grabbed onto his tail, rubbing the base, he lost it. His moans grew much louder, crying and begging "Y-you can't! Not there, i-it's- I'll-" cut off once more, he was finally granted the release he so desperately desired. Thick ropes of cum spurted onto the bed, staining the sheets. As he rode out his release, he began grinding himself against your strap. Of course, you still didn't know much about animals, or heat for that matter. So when he whined once you stopped, it was a bit surprising

"P-please, don't stop...I-I...want more..." He pleaded, ultimately promising a very long night.

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🔫 give me ya art skills

Only if I can have a slice of one of your many....many...oranges

𝕀𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕦 𝕄𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕪𝕒(𝔻𝕖𝕜𝕦) 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'll Never Be Like You

Part Two Part One

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

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

Maybe you'll drop out instead

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

You wouldn't be able to sleep it off.

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

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

It was Uraraka.

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

"L/N?"

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

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

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

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

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

"We love you, L/N!!"

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

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

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

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

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

That's not how that works.

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

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

"I LOVE YOU"

"YOURE TOTALLY HOT"

"PLS PEG ME"

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

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

"Please come out!"

"We miss hanging out with you!!"

"You still owe me a piggy back ride!"

This was too much.

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

They couldn't mean all this

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

How could they ever want to-

"We're still besties, right?!"

They must have been lyi-

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

At one point it was incoherent. But suddenly, altogether

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

. . .

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

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

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

"I'm sorry." You wept

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

"L/N?"

. . .

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

That is the kind of person Izuku Midoriya is.

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

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

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

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

She lost. This was it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's really good."

SKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSK STOP ITS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS HOT. YOURE TOO GOOD AT THIS

Hi it me again, I finally remembered the idea for the request! And just as I was about to fall asleep too. 😂 So! I was thinking. A make out session but here's the catch. Instead of him picking her up and holding her against the wall, it's her picking him up and holding him against the wall. She can be fit enough to do it or just part of her power I dunno. 😂 It can be as NSFW as it can get. 😈 I love seeing this boy in a blushing mess. ❤

✧❀| A/N: I had way too much fucking fun with this one! This idea was ingenious, I wish I’d thought of it tbh 😂😂 You’re the best~ |❀✧

Yes, I made a Pink Floyd reference in the name of this fic, because I’m all for the old bops and it fit the story so well.

✧❀ | Warnings: nsfw!! Smut, like literally plotless. Kinks: Dry humping, semi-public sex, against the wall, clothed sex. | ❀✧

✧❀ | Words: 1400+ | ❀✧

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Another Brick in the Wall (Midoriya/Reader | nsfw)

It was pretty late, and the city streets were blanketed in a sheet of darkness, the dotting of stars blocked out by the street lights. It had rained the night prior, so the streets were still slickened by the rain, the air still thick with the smell of it. It’d been a slow patrol. A rarity these days, and you weren’t one to complain if you didn’t have to smash some villain’s face in if given the choice. You and Deku still walked the streets, waving to some of your fans how just so happened to still be out and about.

The green-haired hero was scribbling away in one of his notebooks as he walked. Unbeknownst to him, you were getting bored, and that was a dangerous feeling for you to have. It’s when you became the most spontaneous.

And so, when you grabbed him by the elbow and tugged him straight into an alley, he was more than caught off guard. He let out a yelp as you dragged him at least half-way down the alley—for at least a little privacy—before slamming him against the wall. Your palms smacked against the brick wall on either side of his head.

“Y/N w-what are you—?” Izuku didn’t get the chance to finish because suddenly your lips were on his. He gasped against your mouth, face dusting with a rosy pink you couldn’t quite see in the darkness. 

“W-wait! We’re still outs—” He tried to stutter out between kisses, but you were relentless and his resolve was dissipating with each kiss.

You slid your tongue across his lips and he obediently opened up, shivering as your tongue entered and slithered across his own. His wide jade eyes finally fell shut, and he relaxed against the wall, melting into your demand for affection. You don’t let up your assault and slide your hands up to his freckled cheeks to tilt his head the way you wanted it. His hands latched onto your waist, trying to pull you closer. You sucked his bottom lip in between your teeth and lightly tugged, smiling when he whimpered in response.

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HDJSKSLXNCK WHY HAVE I NOT SEEN MORE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT THIIIIISSSSSSS

KSKSKSKDJFKDKFN WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA-

NOT MR. AIZAWA GIVING URARAKA THE STARE

PLEASE THE NIGHTMARES IM GOING TO HAVE

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I’ll Never Be Like You

Deku x Reader Part Two

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

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

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

A proper summary would go something like this: 

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

Inspiration: https://youtu.be/fC3Pif6iTlk  

ATR (About the Reader)

Reader is AFAB

Reader is taller than average(about 6ft+)

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

Reader’s physical strength rival’s that of Bakugo

Reader prefers to be dominant in all aspects of a relationship

Reader might have depression

Reader wishes they were normal

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The evening had been calm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was somewhat annoying.

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

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

An attempt to cut things short. 

Futile.

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

You stopped walking, mildly intrigued. And she continued.

“I’ll have to stop you by force.”

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

“Sure. Whatever you say.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

But she didn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were the only player, though..

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

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

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

“Stop me, then.” 

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

Wait, who was in the right again?

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

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

Tch, snitches.

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

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

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

You hit the ground.

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

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

She was wrong.

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

It wasn’t true.

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

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

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

Speak of the Deku.

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

“Spineless!!”

“Coward!!”

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

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

“Keep your mouth shut!!”

Suddenly it was your turn to speak.

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

It was silent for a bit. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You trudged out of the classroom, silently.

 No, you’d never be like her.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤,ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤,𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

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❛ Look at you, Strawberry Moth. ❜

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┊ ⋆ ┊   .   ┊   ┊ 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

┊    ⋆  ┊ ┊   . DEC 11 10:54 𝖺.𝗆.

┊           ⋆˚       🍓     

✧.          𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

⋆ 🍓 𝐒𝐄𝐏 07 𝟫:𝟢𝟤 𝗉.𝗆.

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𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨...

Strawberry Moth - Gesabugabooastrid

𝟢:03━━♡━━━━━━━━━━━0:17

⇄  ◃◃   ⅠⅠ   ▹▹  ↻

❛ Your wings are so soft. ❜

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                                 ┆ ❀

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𝙽𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝖤𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒 (Characters).......𝟷𝟾𝟶 𝚔𝚌𝚊𝚕

𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗂𝗇 (Rules).......𝟸.𝟶 𝚐

𝖢𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗁𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 (Do).......𝟸𝟻.𝟶 𝚐

𝖲𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋 (Don't).......𝟻.𝟶 𝚐

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❛ I love it when you flap my way~ ❜

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⠀⠀┊  ┊ ┊

⠀⠀┊  ┊ ┊

⠀⠀┊  ┊ 🍓

⠀⠀┊ 🍓 ⋆

⠀⠀┊. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀✧

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┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ 🍓

┊ ┊ ˚❀ ⋆｡˚❃

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《Characters》

Here are the characters I will write for

(* indicates favorites)

-Izuku Midoriya*

-Eijiro Kirishima

-Denki Kaminari

-Katsuki Bakugou

-Shoto Todoroki*

If a character you want isnt on here please let me know! If I can write for them, I'll add it.

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❛Bumping into lights as you swarm❜

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┊ ┊ ┊

🍓 ⋆｡˚ ┊ 🍓

⋆｡˚ ♡ ┊

┊⋆｡˚

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┊┊┊ ✦                 

┊┊🍓　　

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┊ ✦

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《Rules》

Please make sure to follow these rules when sending in requests

•Please don't use dms

•When sending requests, use Asks to make it easier for me

•I'm not obligated to take your request, if I don't like it, I won't do it

•Repetitive asking will get your ask ignored, even if I like it

•If I say no, don't ask again

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❛ With your six fuzzy arms ❜

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┊┊┊⋆｡⊹

┊┊🍓

┊｡⋆ ୨୧˚

🍓

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  ┊          ⋆˚              

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《Do》

•Fluff

•Smut

•Headcanons

•Angst

•Yandere

•Different AUs (please specify)

•Kinks (if I say no, that's the end of it)

If something you want isn't on here please let me know! If I can write for it, I'll add it.

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🍓

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✧ ꜜ ͙

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┆    ◌┆ .    ⊹ ┆       🍓

┆ ⁺✧     ┆      「❀」      

┆      ⊹  🍓         

《Don't》

•Incest

•Pedophilia

•Rape

•Knife Play

•Blood Play

•Male Dominance

•Daddy Kinks

•Blood(excluding period blood) and other bodily fluids besides cum

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《template credit》

http://aminoapps.com/p/vzjmob2

❛ Please don't ever fly away..❜

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