Feeling Blue 🌧️ I'm In My Chicken Man Feelings Rn

I‘m really happy that you would write for Fruits Basket. So may I request Shigure Sohma helping is s/o study for an exam, please?Just some fluff, maybe he gives her a kiss after every correct answer.

Oh my, it is for the doggo, who is the goodest boi?

Fandom: Fruits Basket

Character: Shigure Sohma

A/N: Reader is college/university age, because otherwise it is kinda awkward. 

“You got that wrong.”

An elegant finger tapped on your sheet, hovering over one particular character on your sheet. Pouting you went back over the question, eyes squinting as you cracked your brain on what the answer was instead.

“This is too hard. Why do I need to study this again,” you groaned, letting yourself fall back.

The author chuckled, picking up your sheet once more as he checked your answers. “You are indeed doing terribly, dear,” was all the older man said as you threw him a glare.

“Oh, were you hoping for me to say otherwise?” he grinned, putting your sheet back down again as several of your answers were crossed out.

Rolling over to your side you leaned with your head onto your hand, your elbow balancing on the floor. A huff escaped you as you waved him away with your other hand.

“Not everyone can be a literary genius wasting himself away with trashy romance novels,” you grumbled in response, though you knew that it was hardly an insult that could touch the man.

“What can I say,” he mused, picking up your workbook again as he flicked through it. “Romance is what sells, not my literary genius.” Stopping at a certain page he then tapped on it once more, signalling for you to raise up again.

“Copy this row ten times,” Shigure smiled, though you knew that he didn’t mean to reassure you, or comfort you. No, the Sohma was by no means a kind man. In fact, he was a harsh man, but always pushing you to go further and beyond your own limits, believing in you more than you sometimes believed in yourself.

Whining you scrunched up your nose, crossily turning your head away as you harrumphed at the man next to you. Another escaped him as he slowly got up, his shadow hovering over you as he trapped you between his arms.

“You could be a literary genius as well, [Name],” he whispered before leaning in and stealing your lips.

“You just need to practice if you want more.”

With that he had escaped your hold once more, his hand lazily waving in the air as he turned his back to you, walking off towards the kitchen for some much-needed tea.

Heaving a sigh to yourself you picked up your pencil, practising your kanji once more with a grumble.

{+18} – Sweet Tease ~ Marco x S/O – Requested

Modern AU. Female S/O. No physical descriptions. Everybody is 18+. No spoilers.

TW: NSFW, teasing, public sex.

Word count: 2.4K

A/N: Thank you so much for asking for this request! It’s the first time I write for Marco and I loved the idea! I hope you like it ♥

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31416047

Anon requested for: 

A busy afternoon in your life, you grab your phone and text your boyfriend, Marco.

14:54. You > Oi babe, are you busy today?.  15.30. Dr.M > Hey darling, I’m having a big surgery in about an hour, I don’t know much is going to take, but whenever I’m out I’ll txt you. Love you!. 

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Want vs Need

Headcanons of what they want in a partner and what they actually need in a partner.

Sohma Shigure x GN reader + Sohma Hatori x GN reader

CW: some mentions of sex

★~•~☆~°~★~•~MINORS DNI~°~★~•~☆~°~★

Want

He has a major savior complex. He wants to feel needed by someone as he thinks it reaffirms their love for him.

He comes off very sexual and would want someone who would feel comfortable being sexual as well.

However, he has a bad relationship with sex and will use it in a way that's transactional, so he might think he wants someone who is very sexual.

He's used to having power imbalances in the relationship he seeks, so he's become comfortable with treating relationships like a game.

Need

Someone really good at communicating. Shigure is always scheming and is a bit manipulative, so he needs someone who will be direct with him always to counter this.

Like before, he thinks he wants someone sexual, but he needs someone who has firm boundaries and will assert those.

Someone who's not afraid to be a little emotional.

An independent person is great but being able to lean on him a little would be good. Or even just giving him those little affirmations would boost his confidence in the relationship.

Being an extrovert would help form a good bond with him, but he enjoys quiet quality time with people so having an S/O who is able to balance that, he will appreciate it.

Someone who is an equal to him. If you can go toe to toe with him and intellectually challenge him, he would think that's fun. Of course, this would all have to be in good fun and not be about psychological warfare.

I think he really needs someone who would appreciate his cheesy romantic gestures and maybe even do some back. It would surprise him to have it returned. He's a hopeless romantic.

Want

Someone who is soft, kind, and warm, as well as reliable.

Someone who will accept him for who he is. In the most obvious sense, in terms of being a zodiac member, but also on a deeper level.

I think he would want someone who is intelligent, maybe even scholarly.

He seems to be attracted to people who have bright personalities or are a little on the extroverted side.

He's a soft sex kind of guy so he wouldn't want someone super kinky. He's vanilla as fuck and would want someone like that as well.

Need

Someone who knows how to loosen up a bit and have fun. Not anything super crazy, but enough to show him how to be free.

An S/O who doesn't mind not showing PDA. I think this is less about the zodiac curse and more about respecting his level of comfort. Although he does seem to like little touches here and there.

Someone who is confident and would be able to reaffirm him at times.

Someone who is able to make him laugh because he's always very serious and deserves to have a good laugh.

Hatori has a better grasp on healthy romantic relationships than Shigure does, but I think he would still benefit from someone who is independent but also not afraid to be a little emotional.

One piece headcannon: If Ace ever had a kid he would probably name it Spade

So in light of everything and to help you feel better:

Imagine domestic!Bakugou coming home after dealing with shitty villains and mass amount of paper work and as soon as he steps through the door, his kids are already latching onto his legs and hugging him.

He acts like it annoys him but really he loves having to struggle to get his shoes off at the door because he doesn’t want them to let go so he’s just like, “alright you brats” before having to waddle towards the living room and the kids are just laughing whenever he tries to playfully shake them off of him but hearing their laughter brings a sense another form of pride swelling in him.

His favorite favorite though is when it’s you and the kids latching into him as soon as he steps through the door. You wrapping your arms and legs around him, burying your face in his neck as the little gremlins attach themselves to his legs.

“Can I at least get my shoes off first?”

You: “no 😙”

Kids: “nope!🤗🤗”

He only signs and tries to make his way further around the house with three people latching onto him but he wouldn’t have it any other way and gives him even more of a reason to fight hard because his loving family is always waiting for him💙💥

pls, I was trying to answer questions about what happened earlier, and saw this in my inbox and rl kept reading it cause this was so cute. I just wanted to be selfish and keep it to myself for a little while :’))

all four of you just cling to him. two kids on each leg, and you wrapped around his torso. he keeps complaining about needing to eat and shower and a demand of all of you brats to get the hell off of him. the moment any of you try to let go, he’s subtly pulling you back in. he always mumbles something about building his leg or core muscles, the lying bastard.

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.

Requesting 29,38 and 79 for Shigure. Like maybe summoner wakes up from a nightmare and Shigure is there to comfort them? He’s such a sweet boy uwu

He is such a sweet boy;; I need the soft content so this is just as much for me as it is for you, darling;; I hope you enjoy! ♡

“By tomorrow I’ll be left in the darkness amongst your cold sheets, and your shoes will be gone, and your body warmth no longer beside me.” - Tomorrow

Shigure’s asleep, mostly. He’s dreaming some sort of dream, but he can’t really remember exactly what it is. At the very least, it’s given him a happy feeling, so perhaps its okay that he can’t fully remember.

From mostly asleep, he shifts to fully awake at the sound of his name. He opens his eyes and its still dark, the middle of the night. For a moment, he thinks he imagined someone calling his name, but it comes again, very softly.

“Shigure…?”

“Yes, my love?” his response is returned just as softly, accompanied by the rustle of sheets as he turns to face you.

There’s a loud sniffle that’s never a good sign, but the sound is muffled as you too turn, this time away from him. The nasally sound that comes with crying invades your voice as you make a request, “D-Don’t look at me.”

“It’s too dark, I can’t see anything,” he reassures, but there’s a soft tinge of worry in his words. It’s the middle of the night, why are you crying? Has something happened while he was asleep? As he waits for a response, he can’t help but worry a little more.

“I… I had a bad dream.” This too comes with a loud sniff and Shigure swears he can hear the tears you’re crying. 

Hesitant, he voices a question, one that had been rattling around in his head moments before. “Would you like to talk about it?”

The bed moves as you shake your head from side to side. No, you wouldn’t like to talk about it but… “I wanted to know if you were okay.”

Shigure’s mouth opens into an O shape as he realizes what you mean. It was one of those dreams, the type that plague everyone in the army. The sort of dream in which the people you love die and there’s nothing you can do to help. 

Before he can reply, you continue to speak. “I’ll… I’ll be fine. I just needed to… to hear your voice.”

Something in Shigure’s heart melts at that and he can’t help himself from shuffling a bit closer to embrace you from behind. “It’s alright,” he says, “I’m here.”

There’s another sniffle from you and he swears he can hear the tears falling from your eyes, so he opens his mouth and begins to sing, soft and quiet to soothe your fears. The soft, anchoring pressure of his arms along with the soothing lull of his voice stop your tears after a minute, helping you fall asleep after a few more.

Even once he knows you’re sleeping, Shigure sings a few more lines, just to make sure. Placing a soft kiss to the back of your head, he lets himself drift off as well. This time, he hopes, your dream will be much better.

My little personal headcannons for the SDV marriage candidates.

⭐Bachelorettes⭐

👻Abigail: She has a secret ability to talk to spirts and monsters like Krobus/ She sometimes hangs out with Marlon and he teaches her how to use her sword/ She helps her mother with her greenhouse and grows plants for her spells. 

💎Emily: They uses She/They pronouns/ On their birthday and Sandy’s they visit her and they have a day together in ZuZu City/ They’re friends with Maru/ Ask them about rocks and gems and you’ll be there for weeks, they knows everything about them.

🌻Haley: Once she gets nicer she starts a baking hobby/ She writes a lot too! she loves to write stories about romance/ She calls her parents every month to check up on them/  When she was in high school she had a girlfriend.

🍄Leah: She’s good friends with Haley/ She’s very tall and very fit, she loves to work out/ Her and Robin work together sometimes in wood working, Robin teaches her wood working techniques. She draws Elliot’s landscapes from his books.

🌌Maru: She’s Pansexual/ She and Penny go for walks in the forests every Sunday when it isn’t raining/ She teaches Jas and Vincent about science while Penny does math and English/ She loves horror, especially gorey ones/ She collects dead insects and researches them with Sebastian.

📚Penny: Aside from school she hangs out with Jas and Vincent and have picnics/ Her and Abigail talk about their recent books together/ She’s good friends with Emily/ She absolutely loves classic literature, Frankenstein is one of her favorites/ She loves to cook and bake.

⭐Bachelors⭐

🏈Alex: He’s a closeted Bisexual/ he helps Penny with P.E/ He and Sam used to be friends then Alex started to act different then broke off/ Does tutoring with Penny/ He very scared of horror and refuses to watch it no matter what/ He helps Evelyn with knitting and knows how to knit/ He watches Gridball with George.

📝Elliot: He likes to wear dresses/ He lets Jas braid his hair/ He and Harvey meet up with coffee and talk/ Penny and him write stories together/ He is Pansexual and uses He/They pronouns.

🎸Sam: He teaches Vincent how to play guitar/ He hangs out with Jas and Vincent/ He has ADHD/ He’s a great artist and likes to show them to Leah/ Him and Sebastian run a Tumblr blog about their Band/ On Spirts Eve he skates around in a ghost costume and plays Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne

💻Sebastian: He and his father talk on the phone sometimes/ He helps his mother with wood working/ He secretly loves romance and is very romantic and loves Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride/ He watches horror movies with his sister/ Just like Abbigail, he can talk to spirts.

🩺Harvey: He’s friends with Sandy and comes to do check ups every month for her/ He gives lollipops to everyone, even Evelyn/ He gets coffee with the local ladies and talk about their recent adventures/ He is very good at cooking/ despite being scared of quite a bit of things he sometimes adventures into the mines.

🍻Shane: when ever he can he hangs out with Jas and Marnie/ Even though he mostly gets pizza and take out he’s very good at cooking/  He teaches Jas self defense/ He spends a lot of his time with his chickens, and has a secret blue one that only Jas and Marnie know about. 

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.)

After the Licensing Exam

after the licensing exam by eddiesspaghetti

a look into how the events that took place during/after the licensing exam effected Iida, Todoroki, and Midoriya.

Words: 1510, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 42 of growing together (bnha)

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: todoroki shouto has bpd, Todoroki Shouto has PTSD, Autistic Todoroki Shouto, Trans Todoroki Shouto, Nonbinary Todoroki Shouto, Nonbinary Iida Tenya, Trans Iida Tenya, Iida Tenya Has PTSD, Autistic Iida Tenya, Autistic Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has ADHD, Midoriya Izuku Has PTSD, Midoriya Izuku Has Chronic Pain, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31097981