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Shouto: I’m in deep shit, Midoriya.

Deku: What happened?

Shouto: So when I’m at work, I talk shit about All Might to my dad.

Deku: You should really stop.

Shouto: And when I’m at school, I talk shit about my dad to All Might.

Deku: Oh.

Shouto: And when I’m at my mom’s, I talk shit about both of them.

Deku: Your personality is shockingly toxic, Todoroki.

Shouto: HOW THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT ALL THREE OF THEM TALK TO EACH OTHER?

Deku: So what’s gonna happen?

Shouto: I’m going to therapy, and if I fight the therapist again, Dad will kick me out of the agency and take away my allowance.

Deku: What do you mean fight the therapist AGAIN?

Shouto: Shut up, Midoriya! I had my reasons!

Deku: Boy, you really need help.

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you make some stupid joke about him being a sly fox, not thinking much of it. without missing a beat, a smirk grows on his face as he closes in on you, getting uncomfortably close. “does that make you a dumb bunny?”

geto, itadori, aizawa, kirishima, bakugo, sero, shinso, midoriya, takami, chisaki

i love mine, mine, mine | f. megumi

….one time the chaos sqaud gc ( @bakubunny @neon-gothicc ) talked about vicious alpha bites and their scars, i have yet to get over it.

cw: alpha! megumi, aggression, mentions of blood, talk of scars and mating marks

megumi was a perfect example of everything an alpha should be. he was tall and bulky, stern but calm. he was overly protective and didn’t back down from anything. no one really bothered fushiguro for the most part, but if they did, they learned rather quickly not to do it again. megumi had these perfect canines that made your skin break out in goosebumps whenever he bared them, let them extend towards others in fair warnings.

the two of you danced around each other often, and though attraction was clear, megumi never made moves to claim you, not fully at least. it didn’t satisfy the inner urges at all, even if he was nicer to you, even if he was always nearby, even if he had split you open many times on his cock. you wanted him to be yours just as you wanted to be his, you wanted to be branded with his teeth. a desperate omega was a determined one and you spent the time when your scent was most potent, under his nose or around his apartment. it may have been a nasty trick, covering him in the fumes of floral and ripe pomegranate, but the pay off was worth it.

having megumi slam your back against the wall was exactly what you were going for, his skin hot and flushed, his nose brushing against your neck to inhale one of the points you smelled the strongest. his grip on your waist was bruising, sharp claws poking at your skin through your clothes. he was licking at your scent gland, low growls like a steady purr vibrating through his being. you shivered at the feeling of pin pricks, the needle-like points of his canines threatening where your neck met your shoulder. he was salivating, drool dripping onto your skin as he kicked your legs apart just to slot his thigh between them. your core, hot and throbbing under your clothes, pressed against his thick thigh, making you keen and bare your neck that much more.

“you’re playing dirty games,” he spat, using your hips to help you rut against him, “this what you wanted?”

your hands seemed so small compared to all of him but you used one to palm at the heated skin on the nape of his neck, trying to pull his head closer.

“wanna be yours ‘gumi-“ you panted through a whine, nails now breaking skin, the hair of his undercut tickling your fingers.

“you are mine,” he huffed, “have i not made that clear enough?”

“i want to wear your mark, i want you to wear mine.”

his thumb came up to stroke at your pulse, lust blown eyes admiring the smooth skin there. it was too perfect, too pure to be defaced by a scar. it wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he just knew his teeth wouldn’t leave a dainty mark. he didn’t want to hurt you, didn’t want to force you to bare such a jagged blemish. his gums ached to do it, jaws clenching with need to taste metallic and copper on his tongue.

“can’t..you know i don’t want to hurt you..don’t want to ruin-“

“please ruin me.” the pleading in your tone was enough to punch the air from his lungs and send a painful throb to his cock.

“it’ll scar…it’ll hurt,” he was warning but his thumb was already pressing into your neck now, entranced by the feel of your beating heart, feeling your pulse pick up. you were all over him, his nose was burning with the smell of your pussy, wet and warm and beckoning to him. you were so beautiful all over, he shamefully wanted to corrupt your image in his lustful haze.

“i want you to.”

that was really all it took, he was too amped up to fight you on it any longer. he didn’t even have the will power to move you two to his room, much preferring to fuck you up against the wall like this. it was messy kisses and apologies for ripping your clothes but all was forgiven when he finally thrusted into you. you knew the stretch well, lavished in the way held you in the air, your legs hooked over his forearms as he stuffed you full. you locked your arms around his shoulders as he nuzzled back into the crook of your neck, kissing your damp skin once before sinking his teeth into your flesh. it was gentle a first, a sharp pain mixing with the throb of your clit, but then there was the heavy pressure of his bite, his jaw latching in place as he tore into you with feral teeth. you flinched out of instinct and not an attempt to pull away, but megumi growled at you all the same, the sound making you clench around his girth. the feeling shouldn’t have made you moan as loudly as you did, so obscene, back arching into his hold.

when he pulled away, he looked awfully mean and sinfully gorgeous even with your blood dripping down his chin, his tongue lapping it from his lips. you sighed in awe, dipping your lips down to his neck now, baby canines (compared to his at least) dropping down in time to bite into his skin. he was all scarred up from combat, so you made sure to bite hard so yours stood out amongst the crowd. he didn’t seem to mind as he licked at your wounds while you did, the action oddly soothing the ache. his hips had slowed in favor for a steady but deep rhythm.

mine mine mine yours yours yours, was beating around in your mind like a drum.

and when the bite had finally healed, you found yourself showing off your shoulders more when you left the house, watching how everyone’s eyes were left wide at the harsh mark.

“you seem so proud of yourself,” he’d always say, chuckling softly as he led you around hand in hand.

“who wouldn’t be proud to be yours?”